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

“I won’t be back for a while,” said a small demon covered in orange scales that crossed Charam’s path.


“Why not?” asked his taller, bird-headed companion.


“I’m possessing a Catholic. It could be weeks before I return.”


The two demons burst out laughing and Charam felt his own lips turn upwards into a smile. Catholics were always so much fun. Especially the devout ones.


Before Charam realised it, he was heading south. He hadn’t intended to, but once his thoughts had cleared enough for him to realise which direction he was taking, he also knew that he had all he needed for the journey. He had seen the face of Amurur and seen where she lived. His own faces came with him wherever he went. He had no reason to return home. The door had been made secure when he left home earlier that morning, and there was no longer anyone he needed to inform. His mission had begun, and in time he’d return home again, freed from the disgrace of having to display the faces of previous indiscretions.


Chapter 15