The game's encyclopedia was able to tell me about this. When demon's mated casually, they did not mark each other at all. Normally, the submissive of the pairing would protect their throat and neck. That way, the hands or arm would be bit and not the neck or throat. When bit, a submissive demon would have the mark visible in order to denote ownership to the rest of society. That was probably bad. "Well, you were dominating me, right!? Maybe it will go away in a few days." I said nervously. That was a long shot. He just scoffed bitterly. "Whatever! I shouldn't have trusted a wine eye! Now everyone will think I am a traitor." he said. There was nothing I could say to make him feel better. "I'm sorry. If there is anything I can do to take responsibility if they hate you for this, I will do it." I said. He just put his clothes on as my cum still leaked out of his ass. That was not going to be comfortable. Especially since he was initially planning to top tonight. Azgath stormed out of my room in a huff. All I could do was sigh as he left. I wondered how Dalmar and the master would react. That made me feel worse.
Under false pretenses, I fucked and marked Azgath on the throat. My reputation with them was going to go into the gutter. I groaned as I laid back on the bed. There was nothing that I could do now. I just had to face the music if that is what happened at work. I changed the sheets and relaxed until it was time to get going. When it was time to leave, Dulgron called out to me. I waived to him and told him that I had to go. He nodded, and I walked over to the workshop slowly. As I got there, I saw Azgath was not behind the counter nor in the back with the smelter. Dalmar was in the front and greeted me tepidly with a limp waive. As I got closer, he looked confused and took a whiff of the air. I groaned and facepalmed. "Why do you have Azgath's scent on you?" he asked. I looked at him between my fingers. "Just... please Dalmar. Don't mention this to Azgath. It was a crazy night and he wanted to show his gratitude for saving him. You'll embarrass him." "Why? All of us here want the chance to dominate a wine eye. No offense to you, but making you squeal would be an accomplishment." he said.
I looked at him tellingly. He looked confused until he blinked and said "No way!" Dalmar then bent down and smelled my junk. He recoiled and flinched back. "Azgath did something like that!? He really let you dominate him? You actually penetrated him!? You!? The most passive demon in town!? How the hell is that even possible!?" he demanded in a whispered tone. It was obviously to keep from alerting the master. "That is why you have to pretend to not notice. If it comes up, say he dominated me. I'll agree. Don't embarrass him." I said. He looked at me as if I had 3 heads. Dalmar then shook his head. "Y'know, I never heard of a single demon pretending they did not dominate a rival before. You're different." he said with an amused look on his face. I just shrugged and went to the smelter. Dalmar and I got to work with the iron ore in the back. Azgath came in a hour late. He had bandages all around his neck. The master noticed him come in, but did not say anything about his appearance. "Next time you come in this late, I'm tanning your hide." he grumbled at him. Azgath just nodded his head.
