Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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The Pain of Being Handsome
AS ARIANE might be recognized when we returned to Knossos, I took the time to work a transformation on her as well. Mostly I just made her appear younger and changed her hair color. There’d been a blonde among the village girls we both liked a lot, so I gave her blonde hair and big tits. She made me trim them down a little so she could walk without falling over forward, but she was still a fine-looking woman and a suitable companion to my Adonis image.
We made our plans and set a date to return to Knossos. First, we needed to fully explore and appreciate our new bodies. Ariane said she missed my horns because they gave her something to grab onto when I was pounding into her. I kind of missed the old Ariane, but I latched onto her boobs and started sucking away. Her frame wasn’t much different than the old Ariane. She was still short by my standards, but she was a lot more flexible. So was I. We could kiss while we fucked. And she’d made sure I didn’t alter my man-meat. She was still claiming I was killing her when I came in her tight little hole, but then she’d ask for more.
“You’re okay just being called Bob,” she said to me as we were ready to leave. “I can’t go claiming to be Ariane, though. Aside from the hair and the boobs, I’m about the same as I was a few years ago. You should call me Aria. I’ve always liked the sound of that.”
It was agreed and we left.
During our sojourn in the mountains, we’d acquired quite a wagonload of skins, pottery, dried fruits, and smoked meats, which I pulled down the street to Pinaruti’s house. I was mumbling the spell that would take the seal off the door.
“Be careful there,” Basarti from next door said. “Some demon put a spell on that place and no one can get in.”
“I have a key,” I said. Aria snickered as Basarti cast a puzzled look at his former wife.
I pushed the door open and there was a swoosh of stale air as we went inside.
“I need to air it out,” Aria said as she rushed to the windows and opened the wooden shutters. Once the door to the courtyard was open, a hot breeze began to flow through the house, lifting the odors of rotted food and dried herbs.
“There’s a bin in the back we can dump the old food into,” I said. “You do that while I empty our cart.”
There were already street urchins poking their fingers into my cart and I chased them all away, reminding them there could still be a demon in the house. The skins, pottery, grain, and dried meat were all soon inside and Aria efficiently put them away.
“What a huge bed!” she exclaimed. “Has it ever been used?”
“I don’t think so. Pinaruti seems to have had all his fantasies on the rooftop, looking at the neighbor’s… um… you.”
“I always knew he was up there. I made sure the girls paraded around naked, or that I was in the bath when he needed relief. It seemed like a neighborly thing to do—as long as I didn’t have to touch him,” Aria said. “Let’s try it out and see if it is as comfortable as it looks.” With a quick flourish, she stripped off the dress she’d traded for at the village, and we jumped on the bed and on each other.
Aria and I always seemed about a heartbeat away from having sex. It was a good life.
Of course, word of my arrival spread rapidly and it wasn’t long before King Drakomaxos came pounding on my door—this time with his army of a dozen thugs behind him. After my previous appearance in Knossos, things had improved for Drakomaxos. He’d acquired the kingdom next door. This was done by the simple expedient of having his soldiers kill or capture the soldiers from the neighboring kingdom who had joined them in chasing after me. As soon as they were out of the way, he marched over ten streets and captured the former king, claiming the kingdom his by right of having fought off the invading army. His third wife was the daughter of said king.
“The former owner of this property left without paying his taxes,” Drakomaxos announced imperiously. “If you are his heir and are to enjoy the protection of our royal state, you must pay up the back taxes. Are you a magus?”
All the time, the king was trying to get a good look into the house around me. Word that I had an extraordinarily beautiful wife had circulated as fast as word that I was extraordinarily handsome. There were always people—men and women both—making long detours past our house to try to get a glimpse of Aria or me.
“No. I’m not a mage,” I said. If I admitted to having magic, my peaceful life would be over and there would be a non-stop flow of people wanting warts healed. “I’m something better.”
“Better than a mage? See here now. I’m the king. You can get no better than that!”
“No. But I’m an architect. That may not be as good as a king, but it’s far better than a mage. I build things.”
“What kind of things can you build?”
“Well, have you noticed how hot it is here all the time? I know the secret to building a house—no, let us call it a palace—that stays cool all year round.”
“You can do that? I command you to build me such a palace!”
“Oh, gentle my Lord, your Kingship, Sir. I will provide the knowhow and the plans because I owe you this tax. However, you must provide the place for the palace to be built, the materials, and the labor. A man has to live, you know.”
“I have a kingdom. I will put everyone to work. What materials do I need?” Drako was getting enthused and wasn’t thinking straight. If everyone in the kingdom worked at building his palace then everyone would soon be naked and starving. But I continued to lay out the plans.
“Stones,” I said. He looked at me blankly. “Each stone must be cut from the quarry bed at exactly a cubit square. The laborers must bring the stones to your building site and place them as I direct. You, oh, mighty King Drakomaxos, will have a palace envied by all other kings.”
That was really all it took. Drakomaxos was sold on the idea. He fretted about how he would pay for labor.
“I will raid the next kingdom and acquire slaves to do the labor,” he stated boldly.
“Your Majesty,” I said sadly. “It is well known in the mountain kingdom from which I come that a house built by slaves will one day collapse on its owner. Labor must be cared for and paid.”
“How can I pay for such labor?”
“Let us start small. Find me six strong men and promise them one of your coins for every hand of days they work.” Drako had established a kind of currency he called a coin that had his image stamped on a disk of metal. It looked sort of like his image. If you turned the coin upside down, it looked rather like a horse’s ass.
When Drako had drafted six laborers who agreed to his terms, they joined me at the site outside of town I’d identified as appropriate to cut the sandstone for the palace. The very first day they cut into the rock, they uncovered a seam of gold in the stone. This, they mined, enabling Drakomaxos to pay for workers and to buy the land for his palace. He even managed to talk a couple of neighboring kings out of their kingdoms without having to invade. Amazing what a little gold will do. And I was reasonably certain the spell I’d cast on it would keep it gold for at least twenty years before turned into sandstone again. Drakomaxos forged it into little disks and stamped his image on it. The Drako became the common currency for all of Knossos.
I didn’t want to do a lot of work myself, which is why I agreed only to supervise. That light little job, however, was rife with difficulties. I needed to supervise the cutting of the stones, the clearing and prep of the palace site, the payment of workers, and the actual construction of the palace. And labor troubles… Bah! The stones were heavy. The weather was hot. The days were long. None of that was my fault, but I had to deal with the problems.
I did do a couple of things that I thought up myself. For example, I built a couple of sleds for moving the sandstone from the quarry to the palace site. I cast a spell on them so that no matter what was put on the sled, it would weigh no more and be no harder to pull than when empty. I dug a pool near the quarry and filled it with water. Three times a day, I gave all the workers a break to go take a dip in the water. That kept them cooler and generally happier.
It didn’t make the cutting and lifting of stones any lighter or the work any easier, but the laborers seemed to be happier. Especially, when they were paid in Drakos. I revised my timing, promising to be done in ten years instead of twenty. I didn’t want to be around when gold started turning to sandstone. And I didn’t want to risk having my body change back to its natural form before I was someplace safe.
My body—and Aria’s—was creating enough problems for me. I got home one evening to find three naked beauties kneeling on the floor next to my bed. Aria simply fed me and chatted about the day, while totally ignoring them.
“Aria, dear, what are they doing here?” I asked, gesturing to the naked ladies.
“Oh. They just showed up today, totally starstruck. They were taking lunches to the laborers at the quarry today, hoping to attract one of the strong young men as a mate. Apparently, a ‘godlike man’ rose up out of the water in the pool and dried himself in the sun. They were all so struck by his beauty that they sought out his home to offer themselves to him. Did you have a swim today, love?”
“Um… I might have. It was a terribly hot day.”
“Well, it was not unnoticed. Maybe this body wasn’t the very best choice. Do you know what I saw last night?” Aria asked, still ignoring the nymphs by the bed. “That little slut Nimia who married my former husband was up on her roof last night, watching us make love in the courtyard. From what I saw, she has probably rubbed her nubbin raw.”
“Oh, dear. I really don’t want any problems with Basarti.”
“Of course not. But the house is getting a little small, don’t you think? Where there are now three little sluts waiting by our bed, I’m sure in time there will be six or ten or a hundred. Where will we put them all?”
“Do we really need that many?” I could see no end of problems with a harem of women wanting a little more room, a private well, a pool, or what have you. I was sure Drakomaxos would not look kindly on it, either.
“How can I turn them away when they’ve seen you, my handsome husband? We would have a houseful of men as well, if they hadn’t all seen you swimming. They’ve given up on me because they are unable to compete.”
“We really can’t have a houseful of men,” I sighed. “Not that I would object to one or two if you need them to keep you satisfied. I know you enjoyed Great Zeus when he visited.”
“Yes, but there is not a man in Knossos who could compete with god or demon. I know that no matter how many of these young beauties you fuck, you will still have a solid pole to satisfy your Aria.”
With that, Aria crawled into my lap and proceeded to demonstrate to the young nymphs what I was capable of in satisfying her. Then one after another, the naked beauties kneeling at the bedside took their turns riding the staff of Adonis. Oh, what an incredible feast.
As I was seating myself into the third delectable bit, I looked to the side and saw one of the nymphs with her face buried between Aria’s legs. Aria was writhing in pleasure.
“What is she doing?” I whispered to my lover.
“Oh, there’s a limit of available equipment when there are several ladies and only one man. We have to satisfy each other while we are waiting for our turn.”
“But you haven’t a prick!” I said. I knew very well what it took to satisfy these women and it was solidly embedded in this girl’s glorious pussy.
“We have tongues. They might not be as long or as thick as your prick, but they are agile.”
“Show me!” I demanded. This was new information about sex and I was always interested in sex. The girl pulled her dripping pussy from my cock and lay on her back beside me. With a crook of a finger, she beckoned another girl between her legs and I watched as the slut’s greedy tongue slipped out and probed every aspect of her friend’s pussy. Fascinating. While she worked on her friend’s pussy, I got behind her for a better view and just slipped into another welcoming pussy. I pumped while she licked and we had a great time.
I resolved that I would find a time to practice this little stunt myself.
It did not take ten years to build Drako’s new palace. It did not even take five years. He was pleased. It was cool. He tiled the floors with pretty designs and they were cool, too. The walls, made of stone as thick as a man’s arm is long, kept the burning effect of the sun isolated. The workers who built it had enough gold to build themselves nice homes and the little Kingdom of Drakomaxos enjoyed great wealth.
For my part, I built another pool and a fountain near the quarry and opened a spa. The land around the spa became quite valuable and since it all belonged to Drakomaxos, he profited even more from the development.
Unfortunately, Aria’s prediction of more women flocking to our little home came true. We bought Basarti’s place next door and made him an offer to take it with everything in it, including his new wife and her maids. He took the sack full of gold Drakos and ran! We knocked a hole in the wall between our courtyards and Nimia rushed through and into our arms.
She was just as happy to be held by Aria as by me. She said she’d seen through her disguise at once and wondered if I was the new and improved version of her demon. We hushed her with our kisses.
I was glad Basarti was considered a small man. The various openings I was given to fill with my staff were all tight and slippery. And with Nimia, who I discovered had been a playmate with Aria before I came along, we had our own special games. I wedged my dick into her tight pussy while squeezing firm little titties in both hands. In the meantime, Aria threw a leg over Nimia’s head and settled her pussy down on Nimia’s mouth. We were both fucking the same girl at the same time and all three of us had a lively conclusion to our tryst.
I was not idle after working on Drakomaxos’ palace. I had other things to do. I had the spa, of course, and satisfying the variety of women Aria brought into our house was another full time job. But as a demon, I don’t need much sleep. I’ve never tested to see how long I could go without sleep, but it could be forever. I just enjoy sleeping, cuddled with my women. Eventually, all my lovers would be exhausted and I could work in Pinaruti’s magic room. I wanted to read all his magic books and examine all his plans so I could work magic I was not yet capable of. I was drawn back to his plans for either keeping me in a bottle or in the walls of Drakomaxos’ house. Nether option was comfortable. I actually tried stuffing myself into a bottle and you can imagine the results. But as I read the scrolls, I found several spells that were relevant.
There was one spell in particular that attracted me. It was a strange spell that would make a room bigger on the inside than on the outside. We were once again getting crowded in our little house, even with the addition of Basarti’s house next door. I really didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to myself—or not more than was already being drawn by the women who entered the house next door and never emerged. Only Aria and I used the door to Pinaruti’s house. Everyone else used the door to Basarti’s house, as if it were in no way connected to ours.
Expanding the inside of our home without changing the outside seemed like a great idea.
I practiced the spell repeatedly on small things, among which was a leather satchel I’d found. It was good leather and it responded well to the spell. I began seeing how much I could put in the satchel. At first, I tried simply stuffing a few of the jars from Pinaruti’s shelves into the bag. They went in with no difficulty. Bowls, ritual knives and other implements, mortars and pestles, and kettles. All went into the bag.
It was no heavier with all this in it than it had been when empty! I practiced other spells on the bag, making it impervious to water and sun, and opening up a gateway into it that was bigger than the bag itself. I also cast a look-away spell on it that would cause anyone but me to overlook it.
The bag wasn’t making any of our rooms bigger, though, so I abandoned it for a while and went to work on the bedroom. Before long, I had expanded the bedroom and the bed enough that all thirty of us crammed into the little house could sleep there comfortably. The girls thought the whole room was just orgy central, and spent their time convincing me. I did the same thing for the courtyard and put in a private pool that would accommodate all of us for our baths. The girls considered it the orgy satellite and spent their time convincing me. The result was that that we had a house and harem that we could all fit into. The oven could hold food for all of us. And we could all happily enjoy the bed together.
We were a happy lot.
I don’t want to talk about what happened to Aria.
That girl was a marvel. I believe most of the women who were in our house were there as much for her as for me. She might have been the love of my life. But, as I discovered later, 4,000 years is a very long life and it has room for many, many, many loves. It is less than reasonable to assume any one woman could be the love of such a long life. But she was certainly my first love and one never forgets the first.
After she passed away, the household was in chaos until I married Nimia and made her the head of the household. I never regretted that decision.
It was getting on to the time that I needed to move on or be exposed once more as the demon. I could feel the horns pressing against the inside of my skull.
Drakomaxos had a party to celebrate his newest wedding. Technically, at that time, monogamy was generally accepted, but some men of wealth and power had looked at the women in my harem and decided they need a similar variety of women. This was Drako’s seventh and youngest wife—a real beauty and the daughter of the neighboring king. By that time, the plan and process of building palaces had been purchased from Drako by several neighboring kings, who also bought the sandstone from him. One king had paid the price with his daughter.
It was a long party and we might have all been a little drunk. Drako might have been unconscious next to me. His lovely new wife, Portia, might have been under the table pleasuring my cock with her mouth. She was near to getting dessert when I suddenly realized what was happening.
“Stop! Stop!” I hissed. “You just married Drakomaxos!”
“Oh, pish! He married me. I didn’t marry him. I was traded for a scrap of paper and the promise of sandstone blocks from his quarry. I want this! I mean you. Take me with you, Bob. Let’s leave this place. Let me be your wife.”
It was against my better judgment, but I slipped an arm around Portia and left the party, with nearly everyone there still sleeping.
Once I was back in my own house, I realized what a terrible mistake I’d made. Drakomaxos was going to be upset. He would know I had stolen his bride. And I had no intention of giving the sleeping girl back to him. I went into the magic room and grabbed the leather satchel. Into it, I stuffed the scrolls from Pinaruti’s library and everything else that remained in the magic room. I looked into the bag and couldn’t see where everything had gone, so I stepped into it.
What a mess! Everything I’d put into it was there, but all jumbled up in a pile. I quickly worked a few transformation spells and before long had something resembling my house in the bag. I stepped out the door and into the magic room. I carried the bag into the rest of the house as all the little nymphets were awakening. I gave each one a couple of gold Drakos and shooed her out the door. All except Portia and Nimia. They clung to my arms and would not leave.
“Okay. If you refuse to leave me, you will need to be packed in my bag,” I said. Neither girl flinched. “I need someone to keep my house and put everything in order.” Both nodded. I held open the gateway and they stepped into the bag. I went around the house grabbing everything else that wasn’t attached—food, pots, pans, wine, statues, and decorative pottery—and I reversed the expansion spells on the bedroom and the courtyard. I stuffed everything I encountered in the satchel.
I was about to leave when there was a pounding on my door. I looked out from the rooftop and saw Drakomaxos, backed up by his entire army of over a hundred thugs.
“Bob! Where are you? Where is my wife?” he demanded.
“Your wife?” I asked innocently. I could almost hear her giggling in the bag. “Did you look under the table? That was the last place I saw her at your palace.” I thought that was an adequate qualifier to not be a lie. I hadn’t looked at her after I pulled her from under the table and hurried her out of the palace until we got to my house. The last time I’d ‘seen’ her at his palace, she was under the table. Sucking on my cock.
“I know you have her, Bob!” Drako insisted. “Come out here at once! You and she will both be put to death for this betrayal.”
“That’s unkind of you,” I said. “After all we’ve been through together? You’d do that to your old friend Bob?”
I was answered by a volley of arrows loosed from his soldiers into the courtyard of my home. That was enough for me. I grabbed the bag and skipped from rooftop to rooftop on my way out of town, interrupting more than one naked sunbathing woman who attempted to cling to me as I ran.
For the second time in my young life, I ran from Knossos ahead of Drakomaxos’ army.
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