Jellan’s head grew light with elation.

“Oh, that is—” he began, but did not finish.

“She calls you our pet, but I am as well. I am her pet.”

Could this be his opportunity?

If it was, he could not waste it.

Jellan gathered the blanket and pressed it to his chest as he rose up even farther to sit on his thigh.

The Beast’s eyes dropped to his body before they lifted to his face.

“I will not use you,” it asserted.

“Do you not…do you not…like me?” Jellan stammered.

“Of course, I like you. You are very hot and tight. She is very moist and loose.”

Jellan bit the insides of his cheeks not to leap too quickly on that.

“And bossy,” the creature continued.

“What would you like to be called?” Jellan asked.

The thing’s head tipped to the side as if it was considering this.

It didn’t come up with any ideas so Jellan queried, “What were you called before?”

“Daemon.”

Daemon?

“Daemon as in, demon?” he inquired.

The creature studied him in open befuddlement. “Maybe. Dee-mon was said much. Though I liked Day-mon.”

By Vicee.

He had been correct when he’d first seen this creature.

It was a demon.

Jellan tried to remember what he had read in the Go’Doan tomes of the creatures long ago known as demons who were banished by the gods.

What was known about them?

Why had they been created?

What was their power?

Why had they been banished?

And how did this one get loose when they were cast away by the very gods?

He did not remember. He knew there were a number of them. And he knew they had power, though not what it was, but they also wielded might.

It was a long time ago. Before recorded history.

But tales that remained had been recorded in the Dome City.

Jellan just did not study them acutely.

He needed to get to those tomes.

“Did you have brothers and sisters?” Jellan asked.

The gaze of the creature went vague as it drifted away, and it murmured, “I think. A long time ago. Though, they are lost to me.”

Banished deeper in the under-realm?

If so, how did this one rise?

“You know, Daemon, I have magic,” he told him.

Daemon looked to Jellan.

“If you like, I could try to get us to the surface,” he suggested.

“Do I please you?” Daemon inquired.

“I’m sorry, in what way?” Jellan asked.

The being indicated his face and body with a swoosh of his hand.

“You are very handsome,” Jellan muttered.

“Do I please you in other ways?” Daemon asked.

Jellan did not know how to answer that.

“You do not…emit like I do when you please me,” Daemon explained.

Jellan had tried to do this, but he found he could not with Marian watching.

“I do not like an audience,” he said quietly.

“Ah,” Daemon replied.

“And it would be good if you found some oil,” Jellan mumbled.