All thanks to a certain demonic dragon, Warez’s life took a turn that he wasn’t expecting. Normally after a long, excruciating day, the battle mage would be fumbling around his treehome, ears drooped, tail dragging along the floor, and arms slumped making him look completely exhausted. But the demon whom he accidentally created and summoned always had Warez’s best interests in mind.

If Warez had come back from a quest all beat up and worn out, Regiz, his loyal subordinate, would be the first to want to assist his master in improving and drag him to the training room for extra practice. Or if Bazithrax were being more of an annoyance than usual and giving Warez a hard time, Regiz would cut that shit out immediately and put Baz back in his place. And today was no different when Regiz saw Warez in a mopey mood instead of being his usual cheerful self.

The demon had a bright idea in mind and scooped his master up like he was a duffel bag before briskly walking to Warez’s room. He knew something that was guaranteed to cheer up his master, and that was some relaxing cuddles from a big guy. Almost as quickly as Warez was tossed onto the bed, his disgruntled expression disappeared and formed into a smile feeling Regis’s fat, warm gut against his back and his large hand rubbing his belly.

“See master Warez, isn’t this way better than sitting alone by yourself and being all down?” Regiz teased

Warez with a smirk says, “Fine, fine. I’ll admit this is much better than what I was doing.”

Regiz embraces Warez tighter, “Perfect. Cause I can't have you getting any wrinkles at such a young age, so you’ll be receiving a lot more of this… appreciation moving forward.”

🎨   locofur 🎨