The Creation of Gear

Bastian trudged into his chambers, sighing to himself while taking piece by piece of his armor off. It had been quite a long day and he was despairingly hopeless at this point. Another rush of demons left him wishing this fight would soon end.

“Long day?”

A husky voice came from his bed, causing him to jump in shock and almost drop his tabard in shock.

Bastian was afraid to turn around, the power resonating off the walls all around him making him almost choke on the overbearing feeling. He knew who it was. The name was on the tip of his tongue and it tasted sweeter than any honey he ever had a chance to sample.
He knew if he turned around to face the foe he had been dreading to even think about, it was all over. He would fall victim to this seductress that snuck into his chambers.

“Quite the long day. Longer than needed. And now I am ready for rest. So if you could see yourself out, I will go to bed.”

Bastian took in a deep breath, bracing himself to face his enemy in a battle that he never thought would come.

Food was settled on the bedside, some warm cereal that was still hot along with a few pieces of fruit and a flask of an unknown liquid that made Bastian fearful. He didn't want to know what sort of concoction this temptress had ready to pour down his gullet. If only he could knock the meal off the table and make a run for it before the song of this siren had him under their spell.

“You mean you don't want to spend the night with me? After we haven't seen one another in so long? You dare try to weasel out of our contract?”

The voice that was so sultry just a moment ago sounded sharp enough as if a blade sliced past Bastian's beard and took a few hairs. It was a voice he loved to hear but feared.

“I wouldn't dare. I just need my rest.”

It was a farce, just an excuse to get this demon out of his room and out of his life. But Bastian knew better. It wasn't a one time thing. It would never be a one time thing. He would always go running back to the arms of this one. This sultry mistress of torment. It was a curse and there was no spell that could dispel it.

The figure on his bed was lounged out, resting on their stomach with all their armor on the ground and a blanket covering their decency. It was maddening to Bastian how he could never deny this. It was worse than any sickness he had felt in his life.

Was it love?
Was it lust?
It was despair he knew that for sure.

“Rest is for the weak. Come join me. I brought some snacks to keep you well fed and ready for the night.”

As if pulled by strings held by a puppeteer's fingers, Bastian walked towards the bed, undergarments slowly sliding off and piling on the floor around his feet. It was time. He was tired. Exhausted but knew he couldn't stop this. This feeling of wanting. Needing. It was a fire deep inside him now and nothing would douse it out but this moment between them.

“Come to me, Bastian.”

It was over. Bastian had lost the fight. It was time.

How his body trembled to the hands of this demon. The fingertips traced the thick veins of his cock, leaving him to clench his teeth to hold back the hiss. It's girth left many shocked but this monster wasn't some tavern maiden. A kiss to the tip and Bastian threw the lustful temptress onto his bed!

The cereal was knocked aside, crashing onto the ground in a mess as the bed rocked against the wall. It was a moment of passion, of ferocity that only could be described as animalistic how Bastian pounded the bane of his dreams into his bed. The bane of his nightmares.

“You tempt me too far this time. I won't let you go.”

It was a promise. Bastian wasn't about to let this demon get away this time. Even if he had to chain it to him for life. He wasn't playing nice anymore. It was now or never.

A hand snaked down to the demon's waist, clutching the skin there and leaving the demon to groan. Bastian wasn't going to let go. He was going to go all out. This demon belonged to him now.

“You're mine.”

A groan from Bastian and the bout of passion was over. He wasn't removing his cock and it would only mean one thing.



A soft cry came from Bastian's chambers, a changed room to share a bigger bed and a crib. The knight came running to find his baby, Gear, nestled in his mother's arms.
What started out as just a moment of passion turned into a family. Bastian never expected this but when the signs showed, he knew it was time to change his ways. It was time to become a family man.

Bastain, Sonnie and their newborn baby, Gear.