Post by Gælon on Nov 16, 2015 20:53:46 GMT -8
Space flight is an interesting concept to one who is from a realm of infinite space on a single plain of land and sea. While the mortal realm and even the Kai's realm were divided into discrete partitions of spherical land known as planets, the same was not true for the plane from which Gælon hailed. The underworld as some called it, was instead a single, vast plane of land and sea with no definable boarders so travel was relatively easy, by wing, boat, train or even car. These contraptions that fly through the deadly void between worlds though was something completely new to Gælon. While this was actually his third trip, the experience was still novel enough that he spent most of the flight in his cabin watching the stars. Eventually though his nature took over and before long one of the star liner's stewards had vanished. The man was of course in no real danger, although possibly of losing his job for dereliction of duty. Rather he was enraptured in a blissful exercise of carnal pleasures, hidden safely away in a darkened area of the ship's cargo hold.
As the vessel approached Earth, the two lay in a comfortable bundle of conjured pillows by a convenient viewing port. Gælon by now was comfortable enough and his companion for the voyage docile enough for him to relax in his natural form, his leathery wings spread out over the pillows and his tail lazily flopping back and forth beside them. Gælon kept his arms lightly wrapped around the other man as he both savored the after glow of their 'exercise' and also watching the steady approach of the little blue planet ahead. Their exertions had left both of them sweaty and short of breath but unlike his companion who felt drained by the experience, the young Dæmon felt invigorated, having fed well on the man's sexual energy. Sated now, Gælon had now turned his attention to picking the man's brain for relavant information about the Earth.
"Mmmm, so tell me..." he said in a lusciously smooth voice. "When we get there, is this 'chocolate' something that's easy to find?"
"Oh yes, they have it in all sorts, dark, light, soft centers..."
"Mmmm, sounds delicious." the Dæmon replied with a lusty smile. Releasing one of his arms from around the stewards body, he brought his hand up I front of the man's face, palm face up and in a puff of red smoke, a piece of chocolate appeared. The ability to manifest the candy though was limited to what Gælon himself had sampled so the piece he was offering the man was in fact an exact copy of the only piece the Incubus had tried. Later, once he'd had others he would be able to vary the form and flavor of the sweet, but for now it came only on one form. His companion didn't mind at all though that it was a generic chocolate from the ship's store, he took it gratefully, enjoying it almost as much as Gælon enjoyed the reciprocal sensation of the man's pleasure.
"I looks like we will be landing soon." the Dæmon continued as he looked back to the viewing port. "There is something else I want you to have before we do... Hold out your hand." Doing as Gælon asked, the steward raised his hand and the Dæmon took it in his. closing his hand around his companion's, Gælon concentrated, recalling the exact form and quality of the object he wished to create. It took several moments for the object to take shape, but before too long, the winged man released the steward's hand and upon his ring finger there was now an ornate golden ring with an impressive red gem adorning it.
"Never take it off." Gælon practically commanded. "What you have there is a piece of me, I will always be able to find you as long as you have it." he went on, his tone now gentle and loving as he craned his head around to nuzzle the man's neck.
"Mmm, you so good to me." the steward replied as he looked the impressive piece of jewelry over and then leaned back, allowing Gælon more access to his body.
"Hmhmhm. I find the carrot always works better then the stick." Gælon responded and proceeded to busy himself exploring the other man's physique one more time before they had to part. Part they did, but not before the Dæmon resumed his humanoid form, his wings receding into his back, his horns likewise vanishing beneath his forehead. His transformation didn't stop there, the young man actually lost about thirty pounds and shortened in over all height by about four inches. Two things however did not change, his ornately crafted black leather clothing remained the same as did his slightly pointed ears. While the disguise wasn't a perfect facsimile of a human, it was close enough for his purposes. The humans were after all said to be a very friendly people and the only reason he chose to use the disguise at all was that his own Dæmonic form might being frightening to those who don't know better. And so as the ship arrived on the little blue world, Gælon disembarked to explore a whole new planet full of pleasures to experience to their fullest.
