Dis, the ancient word for Hell, is a world parallel to our own, close enough for its inhabitants to pass back and forth from their realm into ours, collecting souls and tormenting believers. Charam is a handsome devil who can easily pass for human. It’s an ability that brings him both pleasure and punishment. He loves his partner, Raum, a minor member of Dis aristocracy, but sometimes he slips. He can’t seem to control himself and he strays. It’s what he does. And why not? Apart from the fact he is a demon, the human male form is just too deliciously tempting. When Raum discovers Charam’s infidelities, Charam vows to mend his ways, but it isn’t long before he's at it again. Ah, the delights of the human cock! The feel of a muscular body, the aroma of male pheromone, and the bittersweet taste of cum! When his infidelity is discovered a second time, there is no forgiveness. In a rage, Raum conjures up a unique punishment. No scarlet letter ‘A’ for Charam. Oh no. He has something much more beastly in mind. A lover humiliated is a dangerous thing, and Charam wants revenge. But his little plan goes too far. At first he doesn’t care what happens -- he is hurt and angry -- but a journey into the Wildlands soon changes that. Is it too late to rescue his beloved Raum? The matter may well be out of his hands.

Of Love and Punishment

Raum’s attention went from his hand to Charam’s face.


Charam swallowed. He made an effort not to show the dread he was feeling inside.


He went to stand up, but Raum’s massive hand kept him pinned to the sofa. He could barely   look Raum in the eye, though he knew that somehow his indiscretion had been discovered.


“You’ve fucked another human.” Raum’s voice suddenly had an icy edge to it. The line between his black eyes grew deeper. “After promising me you wouldn’t, you’ve gone and fucked another man.”


Charam didn’t dare deny it. He couldn’t. His throat was paralysed. With a great deal of effort he raised his eyes until his field of vision was filled with Raum. His lover was seething. Charam watched, almost mesmerised, as Raum’s nostrils flared and the ligaments in his thick, powerful neck became taut.


“I thought you loved me,” said Raum.


Chapter 8