Warning! Spicy Scene. <3

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Theo was the first person to notice Asher had returned. He had left with barely a goodbye to his grandparents, yet she somehow spotted him on his way into the village and rushed to hug him as he tied his horse up.

"Where did you go?" She demanded as her mother hurried to catch up.

"I decided to check up on my friend." Asher admitted, slowly prying the girl off himself.

Her mother didn't look too pleased at how friendly she was acting around Asher now that he was no longer ill. She nodded in acknowledgment, then tried to urge her daughter to move on.

Theo stubbornly stayed by Asher's side instead. "I hope he's not being mean to you?"

"No, not at all." He replied while keeping an eye on the hovering mother. "As a matter of fact, he finally paid me for my efforts."

The servant decided it'd be best to leave out that it was just for supplies. A small part of him wanted some credit in the village since everyone was beginning to treat him like a lay-about. If he flashed some money and bragged about getting his job back, then maybe their tune would change?

"Is he paying enough?" Theo asked playfully.

To prove this, Asher pulled out the single gold coin and instantly the women's mouths hung open.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm only here for a short while. I'm in the middle of a job you see so I can't be long." Using that as an excuse to escape from the clingy girl, he went down the street and browsed the shops for the essentials he'd need. The biggest problem was finding a way to break the gold coin, since not many shopkeepers would have enough change for it.

Ultimately he had to go to the blacksmith's. While the man may not be a noble, he was wealthy enough to potentially have the coin to break a single gold piece.

"What do you want? Come to try and steal my daughter again?" The gruff man accused, not taking his eyes of his work as he hammered at a molten piece of metal.

Asher hovered near the entryway, welcoming the warmth of the forge as it kept the cold at bay. "I actually need some help."

"I ain't hiring you again if that's what it is."

"No. I just needed change for this." He stepped forward and held out the coin.

The man set the steel in some water and turned his attention to the gold in front of him. He took the coin and examined it, biting the side and eyeing the results. Then he stared back at Asher suspiciously. "Who did you nick this from?"

"I didn't!" Asher immediately defended himself. "I got my job back at the castle and need to break it, that's all."

"You're saying you're being paid in gold?"

"Actually...No. It's for supplies." He slumped as his one bragging right was gone.

The blacksmith didn't buy it though and tossed the coin back. "The castle would have stock from better shops than the ones around here."

"There's been a problem with the usual supplies. I just need a few days worth until things are sorted out."

He wasn't sure how convincing that lie was, but after stroking his chin thoughtfully, Becky's father finally gave in and provided change.

"If anyone mentions having a coin nicked, I'm turning you in immediately." He threatened.

Asher nodded and headed off to buy what he thought was needed. Unfortunately he knew the amount he needed would require more than a few saddle bags to carry it all and opted to get a small cart instead.

Once he was packed up, he had his horse begin to trot down the road when he overheard Theo's voice.

"Yoo hoo!" She cooed. "Where are you going? Can't you stick around a little longer?"

Asher immediately urged the horse to move faster as he pretended not to hear her.

Hours later, he was stuck unloading all the supplies by himself. What's more, he had to find a way to light all the candles and sconces so he could see where he was even going since the halls were so dark.

Once everything was back in the kitchen and his horse was tended to, he went to seek out the beast.

This time he found him wandering around out front. His cloths were torn, again, and his cloak was ripped nearly in half as he tried to hold it against the cold winds.

"What are you doing?" Asher called as he approached the demonic creature.

Prince Leon perked up when the servant arrived and for a brief moment, he had a smile on his face which he quickly wiped away. "What took you so long?"

Asher frowned at him, tilting his head in disapproval and the beast looked away ashamedly. "Sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Good. Now let's get you back inside before you catch a cold." He urged the beast to follow, only to find that the front double doors were quite heavy, forcing him to put his full weight against the wood.

The beast stepped up from behind, towering over the small man and with one clawed arm, easily pushed the thing open.

"Thanks." Asher muttered, stepping inside and remembering he'd have to light the rest of the sconces since it was getting dark out. "Why were you outside? You know how dangerous that is? What if you couldn't get the doors back open? You'd be locked outside or force to break back in. Neither option is good."

"I just didn't want to be alone in here again..."

Asher immediately dropped the issue, feeling guilty for leaving the beast to his own devices for so long. But then he shook his head, reasoning that the beast had done it to himself. It wasn't like Asher knew his full situation. Had he known what the witch was doing to him, he'd never have left.

"Let me get something whipped up for dinner." He deflected, heading towards the kitchen.

The clop of hooves gave away the fact that the creature was following close behind, and he tried to ignore it, but the shadows that the castle cast made it look like he was being hunted down for slaughter.

Pulling out some potatoes and carrots, he lit the stove and put some water on to boil. Holding up one of the vegetables, he eyed the beast teasingly. "I don't suppose you want to help, do you?"

The beast flicked his claws in example, but Asher scoffed. "You realize those would actually come in handy, right?"

Thinking it over, the beast stepped up and gave it a try as he sliced the vegetable with ease.

"Great, keep going while I prepare the seasoning." Asher dug around his pack for the other ingredients until he felt a cold stare on his back and found the beast looking rather unhappy.

"Did you just order me to do servant's work?" He asked, annoyed with a slight snarl.

Asher made a face and waved his soup ladle at the creature. "Look. If you're going to follow me to the kitchen, then you're going to help in the kitchen. Okay?"

"You're quite cheeky, aren't you?"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Asher returned to his cooking and the beast reluctantly chopped the vegetables.

They weren't clean cut, but it would do and after a quick rinse, he plopped them into the simmering water and let it sit. Once it was ready to eat, he dished out two bowls, one for himself, and one for the Prince.

"Eat up." Asher nodded, then sipped the hot broth.

The beast stared at the bowl set in front of him and did not budge.

"What? You don't think my cooking is good enough?"

Sucking in an irritated breath, the beast went to try and grab the spoon, only for it to slip out of his claws and hit the floor, reminding Asher that this was one of the basic tasks that the creature was unable to accomplish in this form.

"Sorry, I forgot." He quickly retrieved a clean spoon and began to feed the Prince.

Leon hesitated at the hot soup, so the servant blew on it gently to cool each bite. It was frightening to see those fangs up close. He had no doubt that the beast could bite the spoon in half if he so desired.

Finishing up, Asher informed the creature that he'd have to do his best to clean around the castle now that it didn't do so on its own anymore. The beast insisted on following him at first, but the servant refused and ordered him to his room to find something better to do until he was finished tallying his tasks.

Once he was done, he returned to the Prince's quarters where he found the beast laying in bed, fully clothed and half asleep.

"You're majesty, I don't think it'd be appropriate for you to sleep in your clothes again." Asher waited.

The beast rolled over, taking a moment to flutter his sleep ridden eyelids and sat upright. "Right. Yeah."

Urging the creature back into a standing position, Asher began his new routine and undressed him. Then searched and found a long night shirt for him to sleep in.

The beast was beginning to wake up as the servant struggled to avoid his claws and once the shirt was on, he turned his attention to the bandages. Unraveling the cloth, he figured that the small wound was healing nicely and prepared a new wrap.

As he worked, the beast was looking away and Asher noticed something arising that hadn't before.

"Ummm....Your majesty?" Asher paused at the last bits of the bandage as he noticed the growing bulge.

Quickly the beast crossed his goat like legs, trying to hide it as he leaned forward, refusing to make eye contact. "Ignore it."

"What brought that on?"

"Nothing..." He seemed to blush.

Not as bothered by it as he expected, Asher finished up the bandages and sat back, cross legged on the floor. "Do you need help with it?"

The Prince's head snapped towards him in shock at the suggestion.

Asher wasn't trying to take advantage of the beast. It wasn't like this was part of any sort of fetish either. He was just looking at this from Leon's perspective. His claws were too long to handle anything gently, if at all, and his palms were like sandpaper. Getting himself off was out of the question, which meant he'd need help.

"That's not necessary." The Prince immediately remarked.

Asher shrugged and stood. "Alright."

"Wait!" Leon reached out to stop him, keeping his claws at bay so as not to hurt the servant. "Would you really?"

Asher shrugged again and quipped. "If it's for king and country, why not?"

"That's...One way to sell it."

"Look, I understand you can't exactly take care of those things yourself." Asher began. "It's a wonder you can even use the restroom."

"I have no problems with that." The beast quickly explained.

"How?"

"It's none of your business."

Asher made a face, then rolled his eyes and pushed the beast backwards. "Well alright, if you're sure, then let's do this."

"Really?" He asked, now looking Asher dead in the eye to see if he was serious or just joking. "You're not...Bothered that something like me would...?"

"Not at all." Asher shrugged, then waited as the beast sat down complacently, legs uncrossed to reveal his hidden erection.

It was very human, and relative for his current height. That or it had always been that size, either way, he was a bit envious as he reached out to touch it.

The beast's body immediately jerked in reaction, but other than a small grunt, he remained still.

"Just to be clear, I'm doing this for your sake, alright? I don't want you thinking I'm taking advantage of you."

The beast nodded with a crossed look of hopeful and bashful on his face. The man was probably used to having women every other night in his bed, yet he'd technically been abstinent for a month. Without the ability to take care of himself, he must be pent up.

Asher touched the velvet flesh, running his fingers along the underside and grasping it firmly.

The beast let out a gurgled moan, clutching and tearing the bed beside him.

He was awfully sensitive.

Asher began moving his hand up and down, then used his other hand to run a finger along the slit at the tip. A few drops of pre-cum flowed, and it twitched in his grasp, alerting him to the fact that this would not take long at all.

Since this creature was both a man and a beast, Asher was not comfortable with using more than his hands for this sort of thing. He had volunteered out of impulse, but would see it through since he could only imagine how awful it'd feel to be in his position.

He moved his hands faster, squeezing from the base to the tip, and running his thumb along the slit of his dick, earning extra moans and growls from the beast as he struggled not to buck. At one point Prince Leon leaned forward, hovering over Asher as he worked.

Asher blushed when he felt himself getting oddly excited from this. He didn't think he could be aroused since no woman had ever spurred such a reaction from him before. Did he have a monster fetish?

Before he could explore that thought, the beast growled out. "W-wait...I think...I'm...!"

Instead of stopping, Asher started pumping faster, doing everything he knew would feel good if it were done to himself. As he imagined it, his own body started to react as an ache began to build in his gut. His pants grew tight as he found himself getting hard, and he prayed the beast wouldn't notice. 

The beast's claws tightened their grasp on the blankets, his teeth bared as he neared his peak. Asher squeezed gently, earning a soft groan and stronger flow from the flesh in his hands. He used it to slicken his grasp as he toyed around, gripping the base in one hand and twirling a finger around the tip with the other. Then he used both hands to stroke with urgency when the monster's body started to twitch. 

Finally the beast gave one last gasp, his body going stiff, and quickly Asher dodged out of the way so his face wouldn't be soiled. He watched as the beast quivered in his seat, his usual scowl replaced by a look of absolute bliss as his dick unleashed itself, twitching desperately until finally it stopped and the creature's body relaxed.

Uncomfortably hot and bothered, Asher grabbed a rag, washed up the mess, then made a quick exit before the Prince took notice of the servant's own needs. 

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