Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2013 19:29:54 +0000
From: Michael Offutt <kavrik@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 27 of "The Assassin's Apprentice" - Gay science fiction
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Chapter 27
My skin burns like it's held to a flame.
At the age of four I remember standing in a field with my father. He
inspected crops as a visiting king from Atlantea and wanted to see how
aqueducts worked. The Amserrans had a long history of engineering; their
rulers lived in fabulous cities with onion domes made of gold and
cathedrals so grand, I feel to this day Arioch the sun god must live within
their walls. I stupidly sat near a mound of fire ants. When they crawled
under my clothes and started to sting me, the angry welts that formed hurt
so much I didn't stop screaming for hours.
This feels something like that.
I try to claw at my skin, but leather restraints bar my hands. I
stare at them, cursing, because the itch is unbearable. My blond locks
flick into my eyes and my face is so sweaty it drips. I'm in a comfortable
bed, but I've soaked through the fur under my back. The room is dim; a
small amount of natural light streams in through quartz that affords no
view of the outside. There's also a cool breeze. On a nightstand near my
left stands a pitcher of cold water. They let me drink from a glass about
every ten minutes. When I need to go to the bathroom, Talen helps me. He
holds my cock for me so that my hands can remain shackled behind my back.
A woman stands over me now.
Who is she?
Clothed in a gray robe, her long purple hair and pupils that are
black crosses in a sea of amber raise questions in my mind. What race are
you? I want to ask, but never do. The pain always comes back before I can
utter the words. It dominates my mind like yellow fire. At one point, Talen
forces my mouth open so she can insert a wooden mouthpiece lined with soft
material to cradle my molars. "This will keep you from hurting your tongue
and your teeth," she says.
I want to scream "Hells consume you!" but the mouthpiece doesn't
afford that. All that results are muffled grunts and grumbles, curses said
more in my mind and behind closed lips.
This is who I am now.
A shackled tortured slave at the whim of this merciless lady, and
Talen always wet-faced just enables her. The bitch probably fucks me in my
sleep...plants more of the bugs in my tongue...the ones that set me afire
as if dropped in lava.
JUST FUCKING GIVE ME EROS.
I drift into and out of unconsciousness.
Each time I awake, I've no idea where I am, but then my eyes seek out
the pitcher of cool water. A boy with brown hair gives me another sip. He
helps me to relieve myself when I need to, and I stare at the urine in the
chamber pot because it's so dark.
Is that blood?
The boy with brown hair...Talen....
It all starts coming back to me through a feverish haze. All the joy
at first, and then all the sorrow--all the manipulations, the jealousies,
and the back-stabbing. I'm afraid to say, it overwhelms my other feelings
for him. Those feelings that want to hold him and be proud that he's my
lover. Several times I go to sleep mad, and wake up even angrier. It's as
if my mind ruminates on everything horrible that's ever happened in our
relationship while unconscious, and upon awakening, it gives me no excuse
not to hate him for all of it.
I'm covered in sweat; my head feels like it's going to burst.
Is this the tenth time I've awakened from a dream in which I punch
his face bloody? At what point does any of it become real? At what point
will I have my revenge?
More water.
The same boy with brown hair gives bids me drink. He helps me to
relieve myself when I need to and he's very gentle. I stare at the urine in
the chamber pot; it has only a slight yellowing to it. Did it used to be
dark?
I wash my hands and am put back to bed, shackled once more.
I'm tired.
I'm manic.
I'm hot and then cold and then hot again.
I struggle with every muscle of my body. With my butt cheeks clenched
I lift myself off the bed, ankles held tightly down by thick leather
straps. I'm spread-eagled on the sweat-stained fur and my muscles are so
violently flexed as I strain to get free that I hear the leather groan in
protest.
I can almost break it.
Almost.
I stare at my abdomen and see claw marks there. They belong to
me. They match my fingers perfectly. I got free for only a second the last
time I woke up and managed to tear that much skin off of my body. It isn't
enough. My skin is harboring creatures, and they're burning me inch by
inch.
Why can't anyone see that?
I sob and my boyfriend coos softly to me. Why's he treating me like a
baby?
Talen's the one that grabbed my hand. The fucking bastard stopped me
from ripping all of my skin off and then yelled for the woman who stuck the
soft bit into my mouth as if I'm a horse. They put in tougher restraints,
double-bound my wrists, all the while remarking at how strong I am for my
size.
"You've no idea," Talen says to her.
How the fuck would he know? I blister his face with my stares, hoping
that he sees I'll skull fuck him if I ever get free. Once I rip the flesh
off my body so that I can breathe freely again and without pain.
Once my accursed skin is gone.
I recall the stuffed girl leathers on display at the cathedral to the
god of wealth. They belonged to beautiful virgins. I never knew how they
came to be, but understand now that the removing of the skin must have felt
so good. I bet those ladies felt fire just like me.
I bet they begged for it.
And the priest of the god of wealth and the Timeron knights are kind
men. They acquiesced and skinned the bitches. At least they get to be
virgins for all time. Girls without hymens are nothing but whores. Why
can't I fucking have that?! I strain against the bonds again and my whole
body runs with sweat. Why are you TORTURING ME!!???
I'm so angry that I see red. My eyes drop to a knife on Talen's
belt. If I could only have that for a second I'd make a slit from my groin
to my feet and peel the flesh from my legs. That would feel exquisite.
Cold water.
It's soothing and I gulp at the glass held to my lips. I guess I can
hold off on a blistering tirade meant to eviscerate Talen's self-esteem for
a moment.
After I'm done, Talen doesn't hesitate to gag me again. Then he prays
at my side.
When he's finished, he runs an ice cube along my feverish lips and
then more water. He keeps me from being thirsty. I can only imagine it's so
the girl with the strange eyes can torture me some more.
Fucking cunt; I despise both of them.
"I hate you!" I spit at Talen.
My words hurt Talen, and for the first time in ages I feel
satisfied. A single tear rolls down his face, and I yank at the chains
holding my wrists.
Then in goes the mouthpiece again before I can bite my tongue. Why
wouldn't I chew my own tongue off? It's where the fire beetles build their
nest. They crawl under my skin laying their eggs that spew liquid flames on
my bones. They're trying to burst from inside my body, but not before
eating all of my organs. I see my skin rotting, full of maggots and worms.
My pillow stinks of my sweat. Talen keeps pushing it under me.
An hour passes and I open my eyes once again.
I stare at my glistening pecs and see things moving under the
flesh. Millions of bumps, and I want to rip them all out even if it kills
me. I flex my fingers and see someone has put leather gloves on my hands.
Fucking pricks! They've done it to blunt my nails.
I'm no longer rotting. My skin looks healed, unblemished. They must
be using sorcery on me. I know it's to make the torture even more
unbearable. HOW INHUMAN!
I feel Talen caress me on the nipple, softly with his lips. He wipes
me down with a soft cold white cloth and lays his head against me chest. Is
he being kind so I'll be merciful? Fat chance on that. I struggle again and
again against the bonds. If I could just get one hand on his knife...
Then darkness...sleep again.
Even when I close my eyes, I see nothing but the white powder. The
Eros calls to me. I know that if I can just have one hit...one sniff, the
drug will drive the vermin from my body.
I open my eyes. I've no idea how long I've been here.
Talen appears next to the woman. They stand there like angels of
death.
He carries a white porcelain bowl filled with water and wets yet
another towel. I'm sponge bathed with sweet smelling soap, and I know he's
enjoying himself. Maybe they're finally going to flay me. Washing me to
make sure no infection will make me sick when the skin comes off. I hope, I
pray that's what he's planning.
"He's burning up," Talen says to her. The concern is thick in his
voice. What a professed liar Talen's become because I know he could give a
shit.
"He caught an infection from the men whose spit is impure. And he's
suffering from deadly Eros withdrawal," she says. "Both will be breaking
soon. Don't pay attention to anything he says to you. He won't mean it when
it's over; when he sees you with his real eyes."
"No it's not!" I want to scream. "Can't you see the beetles?! They're
eating me alive!"
She leans over me and removes the mouthpiece. Talen puts water to my
lips...cool, soothing, fresh. While I drink she speaks, "Kian...listen to
me. You're safe, but I need to protect you from yourself. I've seen men
tear all the flesh from their bones coming down from this drug. You may
see things. Some say they see beetles or ants. All of them complain of fire
burning their skin. It's a hallucination...if you're in there, you must
fight it."
"P-please..." I beg. "No more. Just a little Eros..."
"I'm afraid not," she says. "My name is Luminara. I'm a high
priestess of the Gray Warder--a true priestess who speaks with our God
every day. When you're sober, we shall speak. Until then, you must remain
in your restraints as you're a danger to yourself. In the meantime, we are
using a poultice prepared by a priestess of Khaal. Only priestesses of
Khaal have access to the healing sphere, and her talents are rare in this
part of the world."
I sob, clenching my eyes closed. More lies, I think. It's no
priestess of Khaal administering to me, but a sadist...someone bent on
destroying my body from the inside out.
The mouthpiece again, and I try to spit it out. I need to bite off my
own tongue before someone rapes my mouth. Before I'm forced to swap spit
with a legion of dirty lascivious knights who want to thrust their huge
dicks over and over into my butt, who want to impregnate me with a demon
and then cut it out.
I see a roomful of men, lusty grins, sweaty faces; they all reach out
to caress my body. They take my gargantuan prick into their mouths despite
my screaming "stop" and roll the head along their pink tongues trying to
coax white cum from my aching balls.
"NOO!" I scream.
Talen's face appears, holding my chin. He forces me to accept the
mouthpiece. He wipes sweat from my face, and I stare at him wondering where
all the men are that I saw only a moment before. Where has he hidden them?
I should have known he's in cahoots with the worst mankind has to offer.
"Let me go...I-I've got to get out of here," I want to say, but of
course, he can't understand my muzzled speech. I glance about wildly for I
know the men I saw are still here, stroking their oiled erections, waiting
to fuck me incontinent. And because I'm restrained, I can't defend myself.
Sweat drips from my long bony toes. I imagine faces licking them and
I try to pull away from their repugnant tongues but the leather won't let
me. The feel of their lips on the soles of my bare feet is agony because I
don't want my body defiled this way.
I start to sob.
He wipes my chest down; the fire I feel burning under my skin
subsides some at the cool compress. My muscles are so sore from all the
fighting.
I fall asleep.
When I awake, I feel better. Most of the fire is gone. Talen holds a
broth to my lips. "Drink," he says. His voice is tender, compassionate.
"You need to eat something," he whispers. As gentle as a breeze he runs his
fingers through my hair.
"Eros?" I ask. "Then I'll eat."
Talen shakes his head. "Maybe after...take a few sips first."
For once I believe him; I have to. It's my only hope.
Talen feeds me the delicious broth, and I slurp it down hungrily. I
don't know how long I've gone without eating and I realize how starved my
body's become. I clench against the restraints, the veins on my arms and
chest standing out like thick ropes.
"Kian," Talen says to get my attention. "You're safe. No one will
harm you here."
"Where am I?" I ask. I don't know why I never thought about asking
before but my thoughts are becoming clearer by the minute.
I recall the Timeron knights and realize now, these are the men I saw
in the room. But where did they go? Did they come and do their business
with me while I slept? Panic grips my guts.
"Was I raped?" I ask.
Talen shakes his head. "You got a bad throat infection which is where
some of the fever came from, but a medicine in the broth I've been feeding
you has all but knocked it out. No, I didn't let them rape you...not in the
conventional sense. What did happen made me want to kill myself. But I
remember what you said. I held onto that like a rock in a stormy sea while
they kissed you endlessly. I'm so sorry." Tears roll from his eyes and
streak down his cheeks.
Only Talen's in the room, but I recall the face of my raven-haired
beauty, the girl Angelaria-- a lovely fa‡ade, but rotten on the
inside. I recall her betrayal and how Talen went along with it.
I stare up at him. "How could you? How could you sell me?"
Talen shook his head. "I made a bad call," he states. "I-I got so
fucking jealous of the attention you lavished on her. I was afraid,
insecure, and then I thought if I could just get my hands on money as well
as respect from the church--if I could become a guild leader--then I
wouldn't need you. I-If you can ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I
promise I'll be true to-"
"You're dead to me," I say to him, eyes blazing with hatred. "When I
get free from this, I'll kill you and the girl. Mark my words...you're a
dead man walking."
Talen swallows. "If that's what you want. I won't fight you. I-I know
I probably deserve worse."
"T-they were going to gang rape me!" I struggle as hard as I can
against the leather cuffs and almost pull a chain from the wall. Then the
fire starts in on me again. "It burns!" I scream, staring at the ceiling. I
shudder as the pain lances through me inch by inch. I feel my heart
pounding in my head and can taste blood in my mouth.
My vision becomes hazy and then slowly fades to black.
The last thing I recall as I stare open-eyed at the ceiling is my
raspy breath and the sound of Talen weeping.
Drip.
I hear a single drop of water splash, and I search the darkness for
the place of origin.
Drip.
A cool breeze brushes past my skin. Then I see light. I shield my
eyes from it and realize I'm in some kind of cave. I'm completely nude, but
not cold. And no one else is here, but something...no...someone moves in
the light.
I hop down from my purchase on a rock and walk along what seems like
a beach. Water flows in from the mouth of the cave and occasionally runs
over my toes. The sand feels cool, comfortable, and my hair catches the
hint of a breeze.
I walk forward and the silhouette of a man appears, surrounded by so
much light that there's little to it other than a moving stick figure of
pure black. As I near it, the shadow solidifies, bends at the waist, until
I stand before a huge black wolf with yellow eyes.
They stare at me as if my skin is transformed into a looking glass
for the soul. It growls and bares its teeth, but I am not afraid. It soon
calms itself, looks to either side indifferently, and then approaches to
sniff at my huge dick. It bestows one lick, as if to taste me to assure
itself of my nature. The gesture is not sexual at all. Once the wolf does
this, it backs away and regards me like a dog does when it wants to be
friendly as if it has weighed my entire being through odor alone. I extend
my hand as gently as I can and the wolf licks my delicate fingers.
"Tethyr?" I ask.
The wolf nods.
I bow before him and the wolf speaks. "You are asleep right now,
Kian."
I don't even question this, for I know he's right. "I've so many
questions," I say.
"Hold them for now. We are expecting another."
"Who?"
"Patience," the wolf says.
I hear footsteps on the sand and turn my head. I see Talen in his
birthday suit walking toward us. His beautiful gray eyes ringed in long
black lashes, his tousled mousy brown hair, and the fine dimple of his
navel resting amidst a six-pack of abdominal muscles are unmistakable. Gods
is he fine, with the narrow waist and perfectly toned skin. There's not an
ounce of fat on him that doesn't belong. He's unblemished from head to
toe. Even the crack of his ass is nothing but pale and creamy flesh. I
wonder if it still remains untouched by other men aside from me. Just the
thought of someone else having privy to my property makes me a little angry
around the edges.
But is Talen my property? I told him I hated him, I think. Why did I
say that? Ah yes...he betrayed me, and so I need to kill him. No one
deserves a second chance, right? Would Tethyr agree with me? Maybe I'll ask
when the time comes...when it feels right to ask this kind of question.
Assassins NEVER give second chances. Regret is for the weak.
Hatred fuels my strength.
Talen kneels before the wolf just a few feet from my shoulders and
then kneels before me.
"What is he doing here?" I ask Tethyr. I don't realize it
immediately, but there's anger in my tone.
"He's asleep next to you in the bed. He loves you and has kept sole
vigil by your bedside for three days, so I've invited him along."
I lower my eyes. "He's a traitor. You can't trust him. I intend to
kill him as soon as I can."
"Is that so?" Tethyr asks. "Were it not for him, you'd never have
escaped your tormentors. Were it not for him, you'd most likely be dead by
now."
"Were it not for him," I say, "I'd be well on my way to serving you
as a Nightshade!"
"I need more than a Nightshade. Their order is corrupt and needs to
be destroyed and the Guildhouse of Assassins along with it. But I'm
intrigued by your offer. I ask you how?"
"How what?" I respond. "Isn't it obvious, my lord?"
"How would you serve me? Do you know my needs? I require more than
just prayer, Kian. I am a god, you know. Prayers are but empty wishes
asking a god to intervene on your behalf. It's a selfish thing...prayer."
"I-I would do what needs to be done...by your instruction."
The wolf paces back and forth. "And you think I've time to sit around
and give you instructions all day? If others think like you, no wonder my
following has shrunk so much. Speaking of things I would want...I would
want you to enter my preceptor's demesnes in the city of Soulwarden. But
you wouldn't even know about this had it not been discovered through the
acts that you NOW say are traitorous. And I certainly wouldn't be speaking
to you now. It's how you handled yourself while under the effects of Eros
that intrigue me. You prayed to me almost every hour, even when they gave
you so much of the pure drug it caused hemorrhaging. You never lost faith,
even when it seemed all was hopeless. And you clung to your love of your
boyhood friend. I've never seen anything like it. The emotion touched me,
as does your physical beauty. Never before have I been blessed with the
fortune of two boys who are so physically perfect and so well suited to
each other in my service. Do you know how rare this is? A god's following
is seldom populated with beauty, because the poor, deformed, and diseased
are the ones that find religion. How could I pass up an opportunity to
meet with you?"
I blink. "I-I don't understand. Why WOULD a god meet with me? Is
this a riddle sir? I'm no good at riddles. Talen's the smart one."
I suddenly realize I just complimented a boy that I said I'd murder.
Fuck.
When I say this, Talen smiles but remains quiet. His eyes shine
brightly upon me.
The wolf stands directly in front of my face; I'm impressed by his
size. "Because I want your love, Kian. Isn't that obvious? Not a sexual
love...but the unconditional love that can only exist between a follower
and his god. Your faith is true, and you are so beautiful that anyone that
sees you desires you. Gods are not immune. I want your unconditional love,
and the comfort that your soul will someday cross over and join me in the
hunting grounds that lie beyond the veil where we can feast and celebrate
and participate in orgies together under the stars. That's why I'm meeting
with you now, because your soul doth shine brightest of the lads that
worship me. You know...not long ago the goddess of beauty herself,
Eilustriel, approached me and asked if she could have you. I refused as
long as you willingly pray to me. We gods have learned to respect
boundaries, but she wants to take you from me. It makes me feel powerful to
tell the goddess of beauty 'No.' She never hears that particular word from
anyone."
"You have it sir," I say, lowering my head. "I love you with all my
heart. When I awaken, I will do exactly as you say. If you want me to enter
the slain preceptor's home, I will do so. I'll expose the treachery that
killed him and bring his murderers to justice. I shall avenge our church in
your holy name!"
The wolf licks his chops. "How would you do so? The magical spell
Kahket placed upon the home will keep you out."
"I-I would use the amulet around Calisto's neck to gain access."
The wolf smiles. "Have you ever seen a death knight? They result
from necromantic curses thrown by the gods. Calisto himself was created by
Taleta, the Queen of Demons. His very touch blights living skin. His breath
smells like rotten eggs, and he can burn anyone to ashes with fire from his
hands. And this is just a start to his abilities. Yes, the ploy the Timeron
knight general worked out would have killed Calisto, but I fear it would
also have killed you. And even if it hadn't, you would be permanently and
hideously scarred or disfigured. You know...what happens to you in life
remains true in the afterlife. The body is a sacred vessel; treat it
well. So again, I ask you how? HOW would you help me?"
Frustrated, I punch my fist into the sand. "I don't know."
"And it is first admitting that one does not know all the variables
that one can empty his mind. Look at your companion, Talen, and answer
truthfully if you cannot empty your mind of your anger and trust him again,
then what good are you to me? If someone had not given you a second chance,
would you stand before me now? What burden does hatred have on the soul?
What consequences are there for revenge? My church is corrupt, run amok
with assassins and thieves who worship material wealth and their own power
over my name. Your former master is one of them. Constantine once
worshiped me as you do now, but he has grown too confident in his
abilities. He has abandoned me, believing that the gods have lost their
influence in the world, and that skill and determination are the only paths
men must follow. Constantine is godless. He's determined to get his hands
on a very ancient weapon that I forged for only my most trusted
assassin. But he would choose to wield it for his own personal gain and not
to further my own name. Perhaps he has aspirations to be a god
himself. There are mortals who transcend to join our ranks. But I've no
desire to see another god of thieves. It only means that my power is
further diluted. If more men like him are allowed to prosper, the magic of
Wynwrayth itself may be threatened."
"I plan to confront him," I say. "I want the sword, and he has a
piece of the puzzle."
"You know, he thinks the same of you," Tethyr says. "He killed all
of his apprentices before you. At some point he feels threatened by their
skill. He's long since passed that point with you, and I think he planned
to kill you after your raid on Ladika. To allow you to live would threaten
his power."
"I'm glad to hear he fears me then," I say. "Perhaps it'll prove to
my advantage."
The wolf grins as only a dog can and his yellow eyes burn like
miniature suns. "So you want Bloodbane? Good...a little greed is a healthy
trait in your profession. Kian, I have a sacred order of disciples who are
known as the Black Dragon assassins. I believe you and Talen both show
enough merit to warrant consideration into this very elite group of
slayers. Perhaps even Swift, as he has come along much in the days since
you abandoned him to his fate in Ladika. But I must have your absolute
devotion. And each of you must pass the test of body, of spirit, and of
mind."
"When will I be tested, master?" I ask.
The wolf looks at both Talen and I. Talen remains silent, staring at
the both of us, Adam's apple bobbing up and down each time he swallows
spit.
"Who's to say you're not already being tested?" the wolf
asks. "You've passed the test of body, for you and Talen both have created
physical shells that are almost without equal."
"The test of the mind-it's the drug, isn't it?" I ask. For some
reason, here in the ether of my dreams I'm able to speak of Eros
objectively. I know it's nothing but a monkey on my back.
The wolf shrugs. "I cannot say. But what use to me is an assassin
that cannot tame his own cravings? What use is a servant who does not have
command over his mind as well as his vices? Eros is the most dangerous
drug imaginable to the mind."
I stare at Talen, feeling warmth creep into my face. It's the kind of
warmth that accompanies a feeling of love. "Then what is the test of
spirit, my lord?"
"Again, I cannot say," the wolf states. "However, I ask you this:
what good is a servant to me if he's consumed with anger and thoughts of
revenge? What good is a servant to the Gray Warder if he has no capacity
for forgiveness? I seek someone who has no ulterior motivations. Who will
do what must be done wielding the might I shall bestow. Are you this
person, Kian? The path of the Black Dragon assassin is too much to handle
for the loner. He that walks the path with love in his heart is more apt to
succeed. Are you this person, Kian? Or will you become yet another
statistic...one who tried to walk the path, yet failed?"
I place my head to the sand.
"I shall not fail sir," I say.
"I guess we shall see." And then the meeting ends.
I awaken, and though my head feels stuffed with cotton, my skin no
longer burns. I no longer feel the urge to cut and mutilate my flesh. But
the anger that I've held for Talen returns. It's not as harsh as before,
but my now unclouded mind cooks up a scheme to manipulate him into setting
me free.
Talen's eyes flutter open and he looks at me in the quiet coolness of
the room. Gently, he removes the mouthpiece and I gulp down cool
water. "Will you undo my hands and my ankles?" I ask when finished.
"L-let me find Luminara," he starts to say but I interrupt him.
"Trust me...as I've trusted you. You saw the dream; we were there
together. The fever's broke, and I won't hurt myself. I promise."
Talen feels my head, notes that my almost naked body is no longer
sweating.
He pauses for a moment, and then acquiesces. Slowly he unstraps my
ankles and then does the same for my hands. When at last I'm free, I reach
out and grab him by the neck and push him down on the mattress. I can feel
him swallow, uncomfortably. I know I hold his life in my hands. I know
because of my mastery of pressure points that I could paralyze him and then
do any number of things that I want...I could flay the skin from his bones
or tear one of his eyeballs out and set fire to it with a candle flame and
he'd be unable to stop me.
I squeeze so hard that he starts turning blue.
Talen gasps but doesn't fight me. He just caresses the side of my
face with his fingers and says, "Do it...."
But something stops me. I push it aside and grab the dagger at his
waist and hold it over him with my other hand ready to stab it through his
skull. Again something makes me pause.
"I love you," he whispers. "There's only ever been you."
Tethyr's teeth, I swear in my mind. I realize that I might feel the
same for him. He's my Talen, my boyfriend, my lover. He's my soulmate, and
how can I hurt my soulmate?
Talen's eye's flutter and his hand drops.
I'm weak.
I let him go, and with it, all the remaining rage I had for him flees
my heart.
I see him with clear eyes and realize that I made the right
choice...and that the only emotion I have for him is love the likes that
can shake mountains. What would this world be without him in it? It's a
world I don't want to live in.
"K-Kian I--," he starts to say, but I cut him off by kissing him.
I caress his lips and nibble at them with my own and I whisper, "No
more apologies. Just shut up and make love to me. Please," I beg. "Because
when I'm inside you, I feel like our souls are rubbing together. I want to
feel that again."
"You forgive me?" he still asks, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I grin and again say, "Isn't that obvious? Now seriously...just shut
up and make love to me." And then we kiss again, this time both of us
giggling.
"Your mouth really does taste like cotton candy," Talen
whispers. "Welcome back." I waste no time stripping off my priapus much to
his joy because my body is magnificent. As he cleans my cock and balls with
his tongue, I'm reminded of his passion. A passion for the body that I've
only allowed him to enjoy in my adult life, though I know countless hordes
would want to be in his place. I lie back on the bed and lift my legs into
the air; he cleans my boy hole with his tongue, kisses it, and then
proposes that he correct a wrong that he feels he's committed. He wants to
pluck my fruit. At long last, he wants to be the one on top.
Talen wants to fuck me.
"I know now the full value of the thing I own in you," Talen
explains. "Tethyr's teeth, just seeing those men...powerful men who could
have anyone they wanted.... All they desired was you. I've been a fool!
I-it was a real wake up call, Kian. Please let me fuck you. Please let me
breed you."
I place my sweaty feet on his shoulders and he sucks my toes for many
long minutes. With his free hand dripping with the jade nuru, he lubes and
massages my boy pussy. When my sphincter has loosened sufficiently, Talen
presses his cock head to my hole, and it easily slides inside like an eel
into a cave. Before long, I experience incredible pleasure as he plunges
his small dick into my dripping asshole over and over and over. I love the
weight of his skinny body on my thighs.
Slap slap slap sounds our flesh.
Talen manages to touch every sacred place inside my guts that yearns
for such attention.
Slap slap slap. The noise echoes from the walls.
His hips move in and out. We kiss often, and giggle, and laugh, and
kiss again.
He thrusts some more, always whispering "I love you," to each other.
As he cums inside me for the first time ever, I hold his face as
gently as I can and say, "I promise I'll do everything I can to never make
you jealous again. I only have eyes for you, not a girl, not a boy...just
you."
And with that, we are one, and it is my turn to satisfy myself using
his body.
When I cum almost an hour later, the room smells of our laborious
sex. I French-kiss Talen even while ropes of sticky white semen drip from
the hole I leave in his anus...a hole that'll take hours to close because I
thrust, and he stretched...
And he stretched again...
And then when he thought it could happen no more, he stretched one
final time.
Tethyr's teeth did that feel good.
I blew my colossal load for a full minute, body shuddering, toes
curling, literally paralyzed in pleasure while he made love to my mouth
with his tongue. My balls spent their milk.
Talen's so happy, and he displays his rosebud proudly as testament to
the fun he's had.
And I admit for the first time in days, my soul is at peace. I'm now
ready to get down to business. I'm now ready to become a Black Dragon
Assassin. My time as an apprentice will soon be at an end, and it can't
happen soon enough.
*****
I shall post Chapter 28 next week.