Being a Player, I guessed the mark wouldn't show unless I actually formed a consensual relationship with another demon. I felt my neck and there was no mark on me. I watched as Azgath ran his hand over where his mark was and flinched at the touch. His mark was still there. Maybe since he was riding me, he was considered the real submissive one of the encounter. Maybe it was because he was a NPC. There was no way to tell for sure without trying it with someone else. I was not going to do that with the literal demons of this country. One of them being pissed off was enough. I did not need more problems or enemies on my hands than I already had. "Why is your neck covered up?" Dalmar asked. Azgath covered the mark with both hands. "Ask him!" he snapped, glaring daggers at me. Dalmar looked at me seriously. "What's going on here?" he asked. "Remember what we talked about this morning? Don't ask any more questions. You'll bring shame on him." He growled and said "That sounds like he did something shameful. Tell me or I'll beat it out of you." I said "He bit me and I bit back."
If I had known what was going to happen, I would have tried to stop it. Dalmar pounced on Azgath and said "If you let a passive wine eye mark you, I am going to correct that by filling you with my seed to make sure you're not a complete failure and traitor." They fought viciously with their fists and clawed at each other. When it was looking like Azgath was getting the upper hand, Dalmar punched him in the groin. That sent Azgath to his knees. Dalmar took his bandages off and saw the mark. "It is true!" he hissed. I got in between them and said "Listen. It was a mistake. Can you forgive him? We can hide this from others." That was the best thing to do in my mind. Dalmar just bared his fangs at me and growled while Azgath whimpered. "He's mine from now on. I dominate him as much as I want, whenever I want. You don't get to touch him. Deal?" Dalmar said. I looked at Azgath. He looked at his former friend shocked. "Dalmar? We're guildmates!" he said. Dalmar glared and said "Shut up! You're lucky that I don't tell everyone you gave your rump to a wine eye." I said "Is this okay? I'd protect you."
Calmly, I did my best to put a soothing smile on my face. I was not keen on letting my guildmate get turned into a sex slave. He clutched at my legs. I looked at Dalmar. "I know you can see what this means. Let's just drop it for now. You already know that I'm a veteran, Dalmar. You also know that you can't beat me in a fight to the death. It won't work. Just drop this." Dalmar hissed at me. His body was trembling as he tried to keep himself from lunging at us. "Get out of my sight. Both of you." he snarled. I helped Azgath with his bandages and pulled him to his feet. We walked through the workshop. The master was at the door. He looked at us sternly. "You better take care of my apprentice." was all he said. We hurried on to his house. Once we got there, he pushed me away and hurried inside. That was probably for the best. I then went back to the workshop. I still had to talk to Dalmar about what I did and what that would mean going forward. When he saw me, he glared. "Not laying with that traitor? It's what I would be doing by now." he said. "C'mon. You know that's not me." I chided him sternly.
