The Princess and the Blade

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren glared back at him. Panic blurred the corners of his vision, and he hated that he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He'd done painful things to please his Yurivis before. In fact, Kisva prided herself on keeping Ivie that were unafraid of pain. This man wanted to enter him, and was giving him the choice. His body wanted to give him anything he asked, even if his brain couldn't comprehend why. He wondered if he would be cast aside if he failed. A fully tamed Ivis would not survive long without a master. But if he cooperated, he was admitting this male could become such a thing.

The fingers stroking his back were terribly gentle. Artisuren clenched his jaw. Wasn't he going to kill him? He shivered.

There was no need to decide rashly. He could still do it afterward. Later.

"You've done... this...successfully before?" he demanded warily.

[Emora Deen]

“Many times,” Laurius mused. “I like the top, as they would say.” He bent and pressed a light kiss to Artisuren’s back. “I can show you,” he said, his voice like velvet. “I can please you in ways you never imagined. Let me show you. I will be gentle. More gentle than before.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren shivered. His body responded to the man's words like they were mouths upon his flesh. The place he'd kissed felt too hot.

He was screwed.

"Fine. Shut up and just do what you want," he snarled, clenching his eyes tight.

[Emora Deen]

Not exactly consent, but Laurius felt the shiver of pleasure run through the being.

Instead of pressing into him with the hard, aching length between his legs, Laurius massaged a finger against the being and slipped it slowly inside. He paused, then moved. He kept his pace gentle, and when he felt Artisuren relax into the feeling, he slipped away, and added another. He stayed in a gentle, rhythmic, well-practiced motion. He was experienced. Artisuren was not the first virgin (in a manner of speaking) that Laurius had encountered, and he had developed an artful way of introducing one to the sensation.

“That’s it,” he breathed, bending and pressing another kiss to Artisuren. “That’s it.” He added another, pausing momentarily before continuing into a blistering pace and, at the apex of what he thought might be a cresting for Artisuren, he stopped. He withdrew. Then, the head of him pressed to Artisuren again and he slipped inside, burrowing deep with much less resistance than before. Laurius grunted at the feel, closing his eyes. He allowed the being a moment to get acquainted with the pressure before he slipped back and in again, deeper. He huffed a moan. “Who is your master, Artisuren?”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren gritted his teeth, ready for that massive pressure to tear at him, but was surprised when Laurius started with his finger. The sensation was alien, and his arousal softened slightly as the feeling distracted him. The second finger was where things began to change. The new sense of being stretched was uncomfortable, but then the man was purring low words into his ears. It was confusing him. He found that if he breathed too deeply, his body tightened around the man's thick digits, so he wound up breathing in shallow pants that put patches of steam on the wood floor.

Just as he believed he'd grown to tolerate the sensation, Laurius pushed deeper. "Wait, that's too-" he cut off with a grunt as the man's finger hooked inside of him and heat spasmed through his belly. The fingers began thrusting, in and out, hooking against him with each strike. Artisuren growled and squirmed to try to escape the building sensation. His insides felt too full, and he wondered if he could break. A tension he'd never felt before began bracing inside of him, building toward something he didn't understand. He spat curses and futile protests at Laurius until the pressure finally stopped.

Artisuren crouched still under the man's weight, wondering if it was over. To his dismay, despite receiving no attention the last several minutes, his organ was rock-hard. He breathed slowly, readjusting to the emptiness. Frustration teased at his nerves. Was he really stopping?

A new pressure pressed against him, turning quickly to stretching and then pain. Artisuren cried out, scrambling to move and feeling the man hold him still. "It won't fit," he gasped, nearly panicking again. "It won't fit!" Contrary to his assessment, the organ slid deeper still inside him, until the firm ridge at the head popped over that same spot Laurius's fingers had been hooking. He cried out, scratching long clawed nails into the floor. He felt painfully full.

Laurius moaned above him. "Who is your master, Artisuren?"

The Ivis craned his head back to stare in disbelief at the sight of Laurius's body embedded fully inside him. He could feel each heartbeat through the man's cock. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. "Don't ask.... something stupid..." he shuddered.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius grinned, thrusting gently at first before fading into a brutal pace. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the small space. Laurius wanted to hear him cry out. To feel him clench and break with pleasure. But not before he’d given in. When the pace became feverish, and Laurius’s control began to slip, he stopped, huffing air into his lungs and quieting the storm building within himself. “Now,” he said, sighing. “Shall we try that again? Who is your master, Artisuren. Tell me.” He pressed a kiss to the being’s long back. “Tell me you’re mine.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren cried out, scrambling against the hardwood floor. This male's entire organ was shoved inside his small body, stirring up his insides. Each thrust tore a scream from him, the kind of scream that would make others in the building wonder whether to call the patrols or put a sock on the door. He flailed backward and clenched a hand over Laurius's wrist where it gripped his waist. The plan was to resist him, but instead he just held onto him for dear life. "I can't," he kept gasping, cut off each time by another powerful thrust. His cock smeared a wet line of pre-cum on the floor as his body rocked back and forth.

"Now," Laurius said with a sigh that made his insides twitch, "Shall we try that again? Who is your master, Artisuren. Tell me."

He looked back at the man braced powerfully over his hips, pumping inside him, filling him, crushing him, claiming him. It was impossible not to answer with the truth slamming him apart. He only found the air to scream out, "Y...you...!"

[Emora Deen]

“That’s right,” Laurius hummed. “Me.” Laurius felt a maddening thrill at that. It should have felt wrong, he thought. He’s made the dagger. He was already its master in every way, but now he was Artisuren’s master so completely. Entirely his. His slowed pace picked up again, and he clenched hold of the being. “You belong to me. Mine. All of you.” He pressed along Artisuren’s back and reached beneath him, grabbing hold of his length as he drove into him. He squeezed gently and pounded a relentless, blissful beat until the pressure climbed over him. His breath turned ragged, groans rumbling out of him along with a slew of wicked promises. “Ha… Fuck… I’m—.” Laurius barely groaned as he came, shuddering breathlessly into Artisuren.

[Soran Nightblade]

"Mine. All of you."

The words were a lit match tossed onto the powder keg of sensation. Hot flesh pressed along his back, around his cock. "Agh! Haah....ah!" Artisuren ground his forehead against the floor.

The sensation building inside him was so frighteningly strong. The more it built, the tighter his body became. "No... stop growing," he begged senselessly, and tightened even harder around Laurius's relentless thrusts. "Too deep...Don't grow anymore! You'll kill me! You'll-... I'm!"

He screamed, jerking in Laurius's grip and spraying across the floor. He could feel the man coming inside him, pulsing and full. He was past the point of being shocked that it excited him. His vision blurred, and he couldn't tell if he was orgasming or dying. Overwhelmed tears ran freely down his cheeks as he grew heavy in Laurius's arms.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius panted against Artisuren’s back, smiling blissfully. “If that is death, let it come for me a thousand times.” He stayed within the being a few minutes longer, letting the rapture bleed out of him until he softened. Then, he pressed his palm to Artisuren’s back and whispered an apology as he gently slipped out and sat back on his heels, admiring the spent and overwhelmed creature. He reached for a towel, and cleaned himself and, with a soft smile, passed the towel to Artisuren.

“You were perfect,” he said, stroking a finger along one of Artisuren’s horns. “Absolutely perfect.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren stared at the offered towel numbly. Perfect?

Habit forced him to glance at his hand, at the tattoo that he wore on the back of his wrist. A large ring inscribed with a darkened crescent represented the moon. Around its top corner were three colored rings, like hour marks on a clock face.

"Absolutely perfect, my ass," he hissed, snapping up the towel. "I felt like dying, you piece of shit!" He sat up and turned away from him with a proud huff, though his movements were far from graceful in his current condition.

[Emora Deen]

"Yes. Exactly. Your ass was absolutely perfect," Laurius replied with a wicked grin before his gaze fell on the mess Artisuren had made of the floor. "Sometimes bliss feels a lot like torment."

He went to the sink. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face, adjusted his clothes, and buttoned his trousers. He took a towel and threw it over the mess on the floor, leaning against the counter. He appraised the being as he cleaned himself. "I should check to see if that woman killed herself making you whole." He spoke, but made no move to unlock the door.

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren bared his teeth at the man's teasing, but his body felt too stiff to attack him right now. As the numbness began wearing off, the reality of his situation slowly filtered back in. He was sitting half-stripped on a bathroom floor, while the male who just fucked him within an inch of his life washed himself free of him like it was no big deal. It had been less than five minutes... A pang went through him. He'd almost believed Laurius's honeyed words a moment ago. What in the world had he just allowed to happen?

"I should check to see if that woman killed herself making you whole," Laurius was saying, looking fresh as a daisy.

"Good, get the hell out," he bristled.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius admired Artisuren a moment longer. "You'll get used to me," he said. "We're stuck together you know." He lifted the dagger from the counter and waved it a second before slipping it into the sheath he kept beneath his shirt. It wasn't burning hot anymore, so maybe whatever had happened between them had solved his problem. Laurius went to the door and unlocked it, opening it to the bedroom beyond. He didn't close the door behind him. Instead, he left it open so Artisuren could come and go as he pleased—within reason.

The princess was still on his bed, half fallen onto her side. Blood stained her skin under her nose and his covers. He tsked the air as he folded his arms. Then, he spotted the pink blistered skin of her hand, and he lifted her wrist to inspect the damage and the cut she'd self-inflicted with the dagger. Was that how she did it? Her blood? Is that why Arken had chosen her?

"I need to get some bandages from the concierge," he said, glancing at the bathroom. "I'll be right back. Don't leave this bedroom." A second later, Laurius was out of the room and the door clicked shut, leaving Artisuren and the princess alone.

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren waited until Laurius had gone and the door had shut behind him. Only then did he struggle to his feet. The man's seed spilled down his legs. He stared at it, and found himself remembering the sound of the man's voice as he'd curled tightly against him and climaxed. His insides twitched eagerly in response to the reverie, which he instantly regretted. Wincing, he limped to what looked like a shower and fumbled with it until he figured out how to turn it on.

The water was freezing, so he rinsed himself as quickly as he could, scrubbing Laurius from his skin like he was trying to grate potatoes. His hand hesitated as he curled his fingers between his legs and found the entrance Laurius had used. He gritted his teeth and pressed a clawed finger gingerly inside, wiping out the man's seed from the raw, angry canal. He muttered curses under his breath, then slammed off the water and dried himself. He looked at the clothes Laurius had ripped off of him and scooped them back up. Growling, he finally limped back to the bedroom so he could use a chair for balance while he dressed.

He'd almost forgotten about the princess and Thvoros. Seeing no sign of the latter, he examined Tenara's form on the bed. He grabbed the chair and dragged it as far away from her as possible, then began dressing.