#damorius

I’LL WRITE MROE DAMORIUS WHEN I FINISH SOME OTHER FICS!!

I adore soul-mate stories, I prefer “love on the battlefield” type love stories, but what some people have created with the concept are beautiful. I really like the one where tattoos or some form of detail bloom on the persons body when they meet their soul-mate. 

After a hot day of slaving around the house, going back and forth from your chores and getting all you needed done today; you were more than in bliss when Damorius brought you to the beach. The waves were gentle. Lapping at the sand on the shore and rolling beneath you as you floated on the surface of the ocean. You were pretty far out. Way past the breakers and where most of the people swam and frolicked. It was just you and Damorius, who held you against his chest while carefully running his talons along your lower back. Out of sight from everyone else, but just enough to tickle along your torso and massage your inner thighs playfully. He looked human above the surface of the water, but beneath the ocean, he was all Demon. Tail, red skin and all. It didn’t help your imagination as his tail slithered up between your legs and brushed against your core. 

“Damy~” You hummed dreamily. “We’re in public.” 

The Demon didn’t bat an eyelid. His smug smile only curled into a sly smile and his fingers moved to brush against your clit. You bit down on your lip. Trying desperately to stop yourself from moaning as his thumb and forefinger rolled your sensitive nub between them. 

“So?” The Prince asked. His tail curling around your waist to hold you more securely. “We’re pretty far out. I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Your eyes widened, taken aback by his words. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him deeply. Pushing your tongue past his lips to carefully prod and lick his sharp canines. You were rewarded with a low growl and his arms wrapped around you tightly. He pulled back with a reddish hue to his eyes and you smiled coyly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You know what, lets do it. I don’t mind a little excitement.” 

Damorius chuckled and dipped his hand down into the water. You felt his fingers tug on your bottoms and move the fabric aside. “That’s a good girl.”

Ryuu is more a night-time drake. He doesn’t like to sleep at night, since the multiple occasions he’s been stabbed by swords was at night. The dragon will stand guard while you sleep. He’ll be wrapped up around your home/sleeping place, golden gaze piercing the dark for any threat to your small form. But when he does start to feel sleepy, he’ll curl up somewhere with his back up against a mountain or a cliff. Somewhere no one can sneak up behind him. Then, he’ll gather you up in his claws and set you down between his fore legs. He refuses to sleep without you nearby. 

Damorius is a hard worker. Despite his constant complaints and cursing the crown he bears. He will sit at his desk and slave over paper and contracts till the Reaper comes for his sleep deprived self. You practically have to set his whole castle alight to make him look up at you and notice you’re in your pj’s and you are asking for some cuddles. He’ll mumble about work again, but will drag himself to your bed and gather you up in his arms. Damorius is asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillows. He’s a cranky sleepy-head, but never to you.

I’m glad Damorius is getting some attention. He’s fun to write for. And I’ll gladly write a little more for him. As for clothing, I might write a little domestic thing with that cause I would like to develop his character more. 

You always slept in late. Curled up among the bed-sheets of his chamber bed. Swallowed by the massive pillows Damorius had made from both beast fur and soft fabrics. If it was one thing Damorius and you had in common, it was the comfort and need of a soft bed, many cushions and blissful sleep. If he was able too, Damorius would happily lay in bed with you all day. With you curled against his side as he slumbers. But he was a Prince; responsibilities needed his attention or else his land would fall apart. 

Damorius attempted to stay quiet as he dressed. Mortals needed more sleep than Demons did. But when it came to strapping on the armoured gauntlets, his claws clicked against the dark metal as he strapped them to his forearm.  And the sound was enough to stir you from sleep. Further so, when he slid on some pants. The chausses matching the dark metal gauntlets and the unavoidable clicking of his talons. 

“My apologies, my dear.” Damorius spoke softly. Watching you stretch lazily and cuddle into a pillow. “You should rest more. I won’t be long.” 

You mumbled something into the silken material. Your half lidded eyes watching Damorius as he stood. A flutter of excitement running through you as your eyes drank in the sight of his bare chest. You were very happy that Damorius was stubborn and didn’t wear protective chest plates. Despite the high chance of being stabbed in the heart.

‘Armour is sign of weakness’, He had explained to you. ‘If I cower behind metal plates than what kind of ruler am I?’

‘A smart one.’ You had responded. But your words fell on stubbornly deaf ears. He had been trained since birth to fight and kill; and from what you knew, it was tradition for Demon Rulers to leave themselves open for an attack. Since Damorius’ rival also wore no armour whereas his army wore thick plates. You guessed it was something to do with scare tactics. Where the less armour you wore, the stronger you must be? But to you, it was stupid. And every-time Damorius left his chambers, you imagined a spear piercing through his unprotected chest.

“You’re staring again, little one.” Damorius’ teasing tone brought you back to reality. He stood at the end of the bed, his arms crossed and a smirk gracing his lips. You glared playfully and rolled your eyes. 

“It’s hard not to when your nipples are staring me in the face, Damy.” You said. Smiling when Damorius scoffed. Grabbing your ankles, he tugged you down to the edge of the bed. He lifted your torso up so you were in a sitting position, allowing him to bend only a little to kiss you. He tasted of a bitter sweetness, his tongue like a fire teasing your bottom lips. Damorius left you breathless as he leaned back. Chuckling when you chased after his lips. 

“You’ll get more later, little one.” Damorius purred, ticking your hips with his fingers. “But now, I need to go settle a disagreement.” 

“You mean beat some heads together.” You replied.

You can bet Damorius will seek out whoever caused his little human to cry. He leaves them almost right away, but presents them with a small silver bell. The metal carved with black writing. Symbols and letters of his language.

"Instead of working so hard to see me, ring this. In your language, it would be called a "Demon's Chime." It is what I use to travel across great distances when needed." Damorius would explain. Giving the human's hand a very gentle squeeze before leaving.