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The Year of the Gods: Chapter 5
Sorry this chapter has taken so long. I ran into the trouble of how to write a romantic 'rape' scene and found it to be virtually impossible, of course. I think (hope) I've solved it.
DM/EW
Warning: Some non-consensual sex and high sexual content in some chapters.
An AU story set in British prehistory. Dominic is the son of a tribal chief with the weight of his village’s problems on his shoulders. When Lijah, the rival chief’s son is taken captive, the gods demand that Dominic uses his new slave to appease them.
“You do not understand”, whispered Dominic to himself as Lijah’s gaze flickered away from him and onto the soft pile of furs near his feet. He watched the slave sink down onto them and deliberately turn away from his captor, an exhausted body weak with anticipation and fear. Dominic suddenly felt deprived of those eyes that had been so filled with hatred but moments before, an odd feeling of longing and trepidation filling his soul until he could stay quiet no longer.
“So you are called Lijah?”
“And what does it matter?” Lijah spat, whipping round on the furs until his blazing eyes were once again trained on Dominic. “What does it matter to you who I am and what my parentage is? I am your whore am I not? That is my place here and I wait for my fate. But what of your fate and your purpose here? Your gods must be pissing themselves with mirth for you are too gutless and too full of mead to prove a real man”.
Something inside Dominic exploded and in a moment he had drawn his dagger and was upon Lijah, the blade in one hand pressed against the whiteness of his throat, while the other hand pinned Lijah’s wrists above him as he lay pressing his captive into the furs with the weight of his body. Lijah struggled, aiming to buck Dominic off with his hips, but the mead was giving Dominic strength beyond his normal capacity.
“Go on struggle”, mocked Dominic. “Fight me. Scream like a bitch. You may do all these things but you remember one thing Lijah. You remember that we have Garren”. The words seemed to have the desired effect as an icy calm descended over Lijah and he stilled beneath Dominic’s body. The two men were left gazing at each other, faces millimetres apart, and only the sound of their breathing audible. Dominic was suddenly aware of the feel of Lijah’s chest rising and falling in a laboured fashion against his own, was suddenly acutely conscious of the beat of Lijah’s pulse as his fingers dug into the man’s wrists. Those clear, blue eyes stared penetratingly back at him and Dominic felt like his soul was being examined. In shame, he lowered the dagger from Lijah’s throat and tossed it across the hut.
“I’m sorry”, he whispered. “I didn’t want…” His eyes met Lijah’s once more and he saw a look of confusion flicker across the captive’s face. Dominic did not think he had ever seen anything more beautiful in his life and he had lain with the best women that peacetime and war could provide him with. His mind screamed at him that he should not go through with this, but his heart was beating to a different tune. He felt ashamed, disgusted by the pride he was about to destroy and yet ashamed and disgusted by his inability to do his duty to his tribe, his reputation and his gods. Never had he felt more trapped and less in control of his own destiny. How could he do this thing?
The tears came unbidden to his eyes and he fought to disguise his own weakness by releasing Lijah’s hands and burying his face against the captive’s neck, where moments before he had pressed a dagger. Dominic struggled to control his breathing but the steady pulse of Lijah’s neck was breaking down his defences even further. He expected no pity, no help from any quarter. Was this not what a war leader should do to be worthy of the name? And yet he was failing and the gods were witnessing every painful second. He could not go through with his. The village would fail, he would be cast out or executed but he could not do this. Not in this way.
Dominic took in a deep, ragged breath. But as these thoughts staggered through his mind, bowing his body with the weight of their implications, he felt a sensation on the back of his neck so soft that he at first thought he had imagined it. He froze and every nerve in his body snapped taut as he waited. Another touch, this time firmer, fingers stroking tentatively down the nape of his neck and making the hairs there stand on end. Almost afraid, Dominic raised his head and looked at Lijah. Their eyes met in a shock of empathy and Dominic new he was truly lost.
Lijah’s hand moved round Dominic’s neck, tracing towards his jawline and up over his cheek until he raised his thumb up and wiped away the wet tracks of tears that marred Dominic’s face. Dominic was truly ashamed, truly entranced and utterly bewildered. He had been crying, had shown his captive his weakness and yet Lijah had not mocked, had not retaliated but had shown compassion. Tentatively Dominic raised his own hand up and placed it over Lijah’s on his face, rubbing his cheek against the soft palm that lay there.
“You don’t have to do this”, whispered Lijah softly. “They will never know and I will tell them no different” His blue eyes gazed at Dominic with such feeling.
“But the gods will know”, pleaded Dominic. “They will know”. He watched Lijah examining his face, every inch of it until their eyes met. “If your gods demanded this of you, Lijah, would you deny them? Would you have the courage to defy their will?” Lijah’s eyes drifted away for a second but Dominic reached out an almost shy hand and tipped the man’s face back towards his own so that their gaze once more met. “Well, would you?”
Lijah’s lips moved soundlessly for a second before he answered “No” in a whisper so soft that Dominic had to strain to catch it.
“Not for the world would I otherwise do this, though it un-man me Lijah. Not for the world”.
“Why?” Lijah’s soft question bought Dominic’s train of thought to a shuddering halt.
Dominic shook his head in despair and lowered his head until his forehead rested against Lijah’s. He could feel the flowers in Lijah’s hair tickling his own skin and he raised a hand to brush them away, allowing the soft brown hair to run through his fingers also. Before he knew what had happened himself, Dominic was running his other hand up the length of Lijah’s thigh. The flesh of his upper leg was smooth and warm, and when Dominic met the soft material of Lijah’s dress, he pushed it up further and further, his hand never leaving the rounded surface of his captive’s leg. He didn’t dare look at Lijah’s face. More than the wrath of the gods he feared to see Lijah’s disdain and hatred.
As his hand met the crease of Lijah’s hip it lingered there. Dominic squeezed his eyes closed and began to lay soft kisses to Lijah’s throat, feeling the man’s contained emotions in the uneven and juddering pulse there. “I’m sorry”, whispered Dominic against this rhythm, “Please forgive me, please”.
“How?” Lijah’s strangled plea was like a knife in Dominic’s heart and he was forced to look at the man under him. The sight nearly broke his heart.
“Please”, repeated Dominic. “Because I will never forgive myself”.
Lijah searched Dominic’s face helplessly. “But you are about to rape me”.
“Not if you let me Lijah. If you let me then they have not won” Dominic stroked Lijah’s face and traced the woaden designs around his cheeks.
“But how can I?” came Lijah’s strangled reply and then, more uncertain this time, “I don’t know how”.
“Let me”, whispered Dominic into the flowers of Lijah’s hair. “Like this”. He pushed the dress further over Lijah’s hip, following the contours of his body, until he reached his chest. Then, longing to see more, Dominic sat up and looked at Lijah where he lay. Almost fearing to touch him, Dominic reached across and let his fingertips glide over the soft expanse of Lijah’s stomach and downwards, slowly down to the soft hair that surrounded his cock. Almost nervous to touch this most tempting part of Lijah’s body, Dominic moved his fingers down to trace the swirling patterns on the innermost areas of his thighs. The skin was hot and damp down there and Dominic felt his own flesh begin to respond to this intimacy. Despite himself, Dominic’s fingers moved of their own accord upwards a few inches until they met the weight of Lijah’s balls. He cupped them gently in his hand and then did a thing he would never have done to another captive slave, he bent down and licked the underside of Lijah’s cock.
Dominic was aware of Lijah’s small intake of breath and the further tensing of his already taut body. He allowed his gaze to take in Lijah’s face and saw that his eyes were open and questioning. Dominic held out his hand to Lijah. “Just let me. Please”.
After a moment Lijah took the proffered hand and sat up. “I don’t know what I’m doing”, he said flatly. “What are you doing to me?” But it was a question neither man had the answer for and so, for a moment, they just looked at each other.
Kneeling beside him, Dominic gently lifted the dress over Lijah’s head leaving him naked except for the flowers in his hair. He looked strangely and beautifully inhuman and Dominic briefly wondered if the gods weren’t playing some greater trick on him than just giving him a slave to fuck. Almost shyly, he leaned into kiss Lijah, brushing his lips gently over the man’s lips, but found him unresponsive, almost rigid. Gently, Dominic pushed Lijah back down onto the furs and lowered himself on top of the slighter, paler body. Something in having a naked man underneath his own, clothed body made Dominic thrill with pleasure, an almost guilty pleasure as he met the barely disguised fear in Lijah’s eyes. Once more, he ran his hands up the flanks of Lijah’s body from thigh to torso, kissing his face, his throat, his neck, his shoulders and his chest. Lifting his own body up slightly, he snaked his hand down until it was grasping Lijah’s still flaccid cock. He began to stroke as he kissed, firm strokes that went from shaft to tip and back again, occasionally brushing his balls. His mouth once again found Lijah’s face, first laying firm kisses on the upturned tip of his chin and then working upwards until he met his mouth. This time, it was Dominic’s turn to be apprehensive as Lijah’s lips finally began to respond to his.
Their tongues met for the first time and Lijah was gulping in ragged breathes of air as he kissed, his kisses more and more urgent with each stroke of Dominic’s hand over his rapidly hardening cock. But as suddenly as he had responded to Dominic’s touches, Lijah withdrew. “No”, he protested weakly as he whipped his head away from Dominic. “What am I doing? What am I doing?”
“Enjoying it”, stated Dominic, forcing Lijah’s head back so that they were face to face again. “Let yourself Lijah. You have no choice”
“Will it salvage your conscience for me to do so?” asked Lijah, searching Dominic’s eyes for a sign that his shot had hit home.
Dominic was quiet for a moment. “Yes maybe. But is your pride so firm that you will not allow yourself this reprieve? I am going further than I have ever gone before and I am doing this for you. I can only go so far”. There was silence for a while. “Are you frightened?” Lijah’s gaze once more flickered away to some space that did not contain Dominic and he shook his head in reply.
“I would be”, whispered Dominic, licking a line up the side of Lijah’s neck to his ear and then biting the lobe just hard enough for the captive to draw in breath.
Lijah’s head swung round and a look of fury consumed his features. “I’m not frightened of you”.
Dominic smiled. “I have you naked underneath me Lijah. I have you”.
Anger taking over every emotion, Lijah pushed Dominic with all his might and succeeded in rolling him on to his back and pinning him down with the weight of his own body. But, to his consternation, Dominic began to laugh. “Now you have me”, he chuckled, staring into Lijah’s furious blue eyes “And what then, beloved of the gods? What then?”
Lijah, still seething with tension and fury and hurt pride, placed his hands round Dominic’s neck. “I’m going to kill you”, he spat.
Dominic stopped laughing and stared at Lijah, his expression blank. “Then I will not stop you, for that way humiliation and helplessness is at an end for both of us”.
Lijah watched him for a second, the fury changing to confusion in an instant. “I hate you”, he said, pushing his face against Dominic’s. “I hate you, I hate you”. But the words were smothered as he forced his lips against Dominic’s and kissed him angrily. Dominic opened his mouth to respond, Lijah’s hands holding his head still and forcing the depth and force of their kisses. In turn, Dominic’s hands found Lijah’s bare buttocks and kneeded them, stroking the base of his back only to return and find the fleshier skin down below. Eventually his exploring hands wandered lower, his fingers finding Lijah’s opening and probing it none too gently. He rolled Lijah onto his back once more and forced his knees upwards and further upwards.
“No”, protested Lijah, the panic once more returning to his voice.
“But I must”, Dominic pleaded, the lust shining dark in his eyes and in the flush of his skin. “I won’t hur…” The look in Lijah’s eyes stopped his sentence in its tracks.
“You will. Just…do it quickly”.
“Will you forgive me?”
“No”, stated Lijah, then more gently, “I don’t know”.
Dominic shut his eyes for a moment but his body wouldn’t let him delay any further. He pulled his cock from his breeches and brought his hand to his mouth and spat on the palm, rubbing the fluid mixture over his cock and mixing it with the fluid that was already present there. Then he shoved Lijah’s knees up even further and pulled the man bodily toward his groin. With one last look at Lijah’s eyes, now gazing unflinchingly at him, he thrust in bit by bit. With his own eyes firmly shut and the sound of his heart beating in his ears, he could only just hear the strangled cries coming from Lijah as the pain overwhelmed him.
Dominic wanted to be ashamed, he wanted to stop and apologise and end it all, but as the pain overcame Lijah, the pleasure washed over Dominic. He began to thrust, gently at first but then more forcefully and quicker, rotating his hips to find every angle and sensation he could. He opened his eyes and looked at Lijah only to find him grimacing in pain and white as a sheet.
“Try to relax”, pleaded Dominic. In desperation he wrapped a hand round Lijah’s cock and began to pump his fist up and down in rhythm with his own thrusts. Lijah watched him and his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Over long minutes their gazes were locked and Dominic was rewarded with the feel of Lijah’s muscles around his cock loosening somewhat and the expression of concentration of Lijah’s face slackening. Soon, Lijah’s guttural sounds were almost as pronounced as Dominic’s and they were both shining with sweat. Dominic could feel his balls tightening and in exhilaration he bent double and pushed his face against Lijah’s, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. “You feel it don’t you?” he breathed. Lijah gulped in a great breath of air but did not reply, indeed was incapable of speech as their bodies erupted, not quite together but equally profoundly. Dominic collapsed on top of Lijah, not bothering to withdraw and pushing his face against Lijah’s neck as the other man lay slack beneath him.
It was some seconds before Dominic realised Lijah was shaking. Gingerly, he withdrew his cock from Lijah’s body and raised his head to look at the man underneath him. The vision nearly shattered him. Lijah looked like a broken man, a man whose pride had been snatched from him.
“I’m so sorry”, Dominic whispered for what seemed the millionth time that day. “I’m so sorry. You must forgive me. Please forgive me Lijah” There was no reply and the man’s gaze was turned away from him. “Lijah” repeated Dominic with more desperation. Still there was no reply. Dominic studied Lijah’s face and the look there was one of such profound sadness and horror that he could bare it no longer. Dominic turned his sights in the direction of Lijah’s gaze and saw to his shock what Lijah was looking at. In the doorway, silhouetted by the torches burning behind, Danell was standing, grinning. And by his side was Garren.
“You see”, said Danell, directing his words to Garren who was staring slack-mouthed at his father. “Your father is nothing but a whore for our men. It is sad that you should see it so, but it is perhaps best that you have because now you can move on and learn to be a real man in our tribe”.
And with a parting smile, Danell was gone.
Previous chapters can be found at: http://www,geocities.com/voyeur_ism/Becs_index.htm
DM/EW
Warning: Some non-consensual sex and high sexual content in some chapters.
An AU story set in British prehistory. Dominic is the son of a tribal chief with the weight of his village’s problems on his shoulders. When Lijah, the rival chief’s son is taken captive, the gods demand that Dominic uses his new slave to appease them.
“You do not understand”, whispered Dominic to himself as Lijah’s gaze flickered away from him and onto the soft pile of furs near his feet. He watched the slave sink down onto them and deliberately turn away from his captor, an exhausted body weak with anticipation and fear. Dominic suddenly felt deprived of those eyes that had been so filled with hatred but moments before, an odd feeling of longing and trepidation filling his soul until he could stay quiet no longer.
“So you are called Lijah?”
“And what does it matter?” Lijah spat, whipping round on the furs until his blazing eyes were once again trained on Dominic. “What does it matter to you who I am and what my parentage is? I am your whore am I not? That is my place here and I wait for my fate. But what of your fate and your purpose here? Your gods must be pissing themselves with mirth for you are too gutless and too full of mead to prove a real man”.
Something inside Dominic exploded and in a moment he had drawn his dagger and was upon Lijah, the blade in one hand pressed against the whiteness of his throat, while the other hand pinned Lijah’s wrists above him as he lay pressing his captive into the furs with the weight of his body. Lijah struggled, aiming to buck Dominic off with his hips, but the mead was giving Dominic strength beyond his normal capacity.
“Go on struggle”, mocked Dominic. “Fight me. Scream like a bitch. You may do all these things but you remember one thing Lijah. You remember that we have Garren”. The words seemed to have the desired effect as an icy calm descended over Lijah and he stilled beneath Dominic’s body. The two men were left gazing at each other, faces millimetres apart, and only the sound of their breathing audible. Dominic was suddenly aware of the feel of Lijah’s chest rising and falling in a laboured fashion against his own, was suddenly acutely conscious of the beat of Lijah’s pulse as his fingers dug into the man’s wrists. Those clear, blue eyes stared penetratingly back at him and Dominic felt like his soul was being examined. In shame, he lowered the dagger from Lijah’s throat and tossed it across the hut.
“I’m sorry”, he whispered. “I didn’t want…” His eyes met Lijah’s once more and he saw a look of confusion flicker across the captive’s face. Dominic did not think he had ever seen anything more beautiful in his life and he had lain with the best women that peacetime and war could provide him with. His mind screamed at him that he should not go through with this, but his heart was beating to a different tune. He felt ashamed, disgusted by the pride he was about to destroy and yet ashamed and disgusted by his inability to do his duty to his tribe, his reputation and his gods. Never had he felt more trapped and less in control of his own destiny. How could he do this thing?
The tears came unbidden to his eyes and he fought to disguise his own weakness by releasing Lijah’s hands and burying his face against the captive’s neck, where moments before he had pressed a dagger. Dominic struggled to control his breathing but the steady pulse of Lijah’s neck was breaking down his defences even further. He expected no pity, no help from any quarter. Was this not what a war leader should do to be worthy of the name? And yet he was failing and the gods were witnessing every painful second. He could not go through with his. The village would fail, he would be cast out or executed but he could not do this. Not in this way.
Dominic took in a deep, ragged breath. But as these thoughts staggered through his mind, bowing his body with the weight of their implications, he felt a sensation on the back of his neck so soft that he at first thought he had imagined it. He froze and every nerve in his body snapped taut as he waited. Another touch, this time firmer, fingers stroking tentatively down the nape of his neck and making the hairs there stand on end. Almost afraid, Dominic raised his head and looked at Lijah. Their eyes met in a shock of empathy and Dominic new he was truly lost.
Lijah’s hand moved round Dominic’s neck, tracing towards his jawline and up over his cheek until he raised his thumb up and wiped away the wet tracks of tears that marred Dominic’s face. Dominic was truly ashamed, truly entranced and utterly bewildered. He had been crying, had shown his captive his weakness and yet Lijah had not mocked, had not retaliated but had shown compassion. Tentatively Dominic raised his own hand up and placed it over Lijah’s on his face, rubbing his cheek against the soft palm that lay there.
“You don’t have to do this”, whispered Lijah softly. “They will never know and I will tell them no different” His blue eyes gazed at Dominic with such feeling.
“But the gods will know”, pleaded Dominic. “They will know”. He watched Lijah examining his face, every inch of it until their eyes met. “If your gods demanded this of you, Lijah, would you deny them? Would you have the courage to defy their will?” Lijah’s eyes drifted away for a second but Dominic reached out an almost shy hand and tipped the man’s face back towards his own so that their gaze once more met. “Well, would you?”
Lijah’s lips moved soundlessly for a second before he answered “No” in a whisper so soft that Dominic had to strain to catch it.
“Not for the world would I otherwise do this, though it un-man me Lijah. Not for the world”.
“Why?” Lijah’s soft question bought Dominic’s train of thought to a shuddering halt.
Dominic shook his head in despair and lowered his head until his forehead rested against Lijah’s. He could feel the flowers in Lijah’s hair tickling his own skin and he raised a hand to brush them away, allowing the soft brown hair to run through his fingers also. Before he knew what had happened himself, Dominic was running his other hand up the length of Lijah’s thigh. The flesh of his upper leg was smooth and warm, and when Dominic met the soft material of Lijah’s dress, he pushed it up further and further, his hand never leaving the rounded surface of his captive’s leg. He didn’t dare look at Lijah’s face. More than the wrath of the gods he feared to see Lijah’s disdain and hatred.
As his hand met the crease of Lijah’s hip it lingered there. Dominic squeezed his eyes closed and began to lay soft kisses to Lijah’s throat, feeling the man’s contained emotions in the uneven and juddering pulse there. “I’m sorry”, whispered Dominic against this rhythm, “Please forgive me, please”.
“How?” Lijah’s strangled plea was like a knife in Dominic’s heart and he was forced to look at the man under him. The sight nearly broke his heart.
“Please”, repeated Dominic. “Because I will never forgive myself”.
Lijah searched Dominic’s face helplessly. “But you are about to rape me”.
“Not if you let me Lijah. If you let me then they have not won” Dominic stroked Lijah’s face and traced the woaden designs around his cheeks.
“But how can I?” came Lijah’s strangled reply and then, more uncertain this time, “I don’t know how”.
“Let me”, whispered Dominic into the flowers of Lijah’s hair. “Like this”. He pushed the dress further over Lijah’s hip, following the contours of his body, until he reached his chest. Then, longing to see more, Dominic sat up and looked at Lijah where he lay. Almost fearing to touch him, Dominic reached across and let his fingertips glide over the soft expanse of Lijah’s stomach and downwards, slowly down to the soft hair that surrounded his cock. Almost nervous to touch this most tempting part of Lijah’s body, Dominic moved his fingers down to trace the swirling patterns on the innermost areas of his thighs. The skin was hot and damp down there and Dominic felt his own flesh begin to respond to this intimacy. Despite himself, Dominic’s fingers moved of their own accord upwards a few inches until they met the weight of Lijah’s balls. He cupped them gently in his hand and then did a thing he would never have done to another captive slave, he bent down and licked the underside of Lijah’s cock.
Dominic was aware of Lijah’s small intake of breath and the further tensing of his already taut body. He allowed his gaze to take in Lijah’s face and saw that his eyes were open and questioning. Dominic held out his hand to Lijah. “Just let me. Please”.
After a moment Lijah took the proffered hand and sat up. “I don’t know what I’m doing”, he said flatly. “What are you doing to me?” But it was a question neither man had the answer for and so, for a moment, they just looked at each other.
Kneeling beside him, Dominic gently lifted the dress over Lijah’s head leaving him naked except for the flowers in his hair. He looked strangely and beautifully inhuman and Dominic briefly wondered if the gods weren’t playing some greater trick on him than just giving him a slave to fuck. Almost shyly, he leaned into kiss Lijah, brushing his lips gently over the man’s lips, but found him unresponsive, almost rigid. Gently, Dominic pushed Lijah back down onto the furs and lowered himself on top of the slighter, paler body. Something in having a naked man underneath his own, clothed body made Dominic thrill with pleasure, an almost guilty pleasure as he met the barely disguised fear in Lijah’s eyes. Once more, he ran his hands up the flanks of Lijah’s body from thigh to torso, kissing his face, his throat, his neck, his shoulders and his chest. Lifting his own body up slightly, he snaked his hand down until it was grasping Lijah’s still flaccid cock. He began to stroke as he kissed, firm strokes that went from shaft to tip and back again, occasionally brushing his balls. His mouth once again found Lijah’s face, first laying firm kisses on the upturned tip of his chin and then working upwards until he met his mouth. This time, it was Dominic’s turn to be apprehensive as Lijah’s lips finally began to respond to his.
Their tongues met for the first time and Lijah was gulping in ragged breathes of air as he kissed, his kisses more and more urgent with each stroke of Dominic’s hand over his rapidly hardening cock. But as suddenly as he had responded to Dominic’s touches, Lijah withdrew. “No”, he protested weakly as he whipped his head away from Dominic. “What am I doing? What am I doing?”
“Enjoying it”, stated Dominic, forcing Lijah’s head back so that they were face to face again. “Let yourself Lijah. You have no choice”
“Will it salvage your conscience for me to do so?” asked Lijah, searching Dominic’s eyes for a sign that his shot had hit home.
Dominic was quiet for a moment. “Yes maybe. But is your pride so firm that you will not allow yourself this reprieve? I am going further than I have ever gone before and I am doing this for you. I can only go so far”. There was silence for a while. “Are you frightened?” Lijah’s gaze once more flickered away to some space that did not contain Dominic and he shook his head in reply.
“I would be”, whispered Dominic, licking a line up the side of Lijah’s neck to his ear and then biting the lobe just hard enough for the captive to draw in breath.
Lijah’s head swung round and a look of fury consumed his features. “I’m not frightened of you”.
Dominic smiled. “I have you naked underneath me Lijah. I have you”.
Anger taking over every emotion, Lijah pushed Dominic with all his might and succeeded in rolling him on to his back and pinning him down with the weight of his own body. But, to his consternation, Dominic began to laugh. “Now you have me”, he chuckled, staring into Lijah’s furious blue eyes “And what then, beloved of the gods? What then?”
Lijah, still seething with tension and fury and hurt pride, placed his hands round Dominic’s neck. “I’m going to kill you”, he spat.
Dominic stopped laughing and stared at Lijah, his expression blank. “Then I will not stop you, for that way humiliation and helplessness is at an end for both of us”.
Lijah watched him for a second, the fury changing to confusion in an instant. “I hate you”, he said, pushing his face against Dominic’s. “I hate you, I hate you”. But the words were smothered as he forced his lips against Dominic’s and kissed him angrily. Dominic opened his mouth to respond, Lijah’s hands holding his head still and forcing the depth and force of their kisses. In turn, Dominic’s hands found Lijah’s bare buttocks and kneeded them, stroking the base of his back only to return and find the fleshier skin down below. Eventually his exploring hands wandered lower, his fingers finding Lijah’s opening and probing it none too gently. He rolled Lijah onto his back once more and forced his knees upwards and further upwards.
“No”, protested Lijah, the panic once more returning to his voice.
“But I must”, Dominic pleaded, the lust shining dark in his eyes and in the flush of his skin. “I won’t hur…” The look in Lijah’s eyes stopped his sentence in its tracks.
“You will. Just…do it quickly”.
“Will you forgive me?”
“No”, stated Lijah, then more gently, “I don’t know”.
Dominic shut his eyes for a moment but his body wouldn’t let him delay any further. He pulled his cock from his breeches and brought his hand to his mouth and spat on the palm, rubbing the fluid mixture over his cock and mixing it with the fluid that was already present there. Then he shoved Lijah’s knees up even further and pulled the man bodily toward his groin. With one last look at Lijah’s eyes, now gazing unflinchingly at him, he thrust in bit by bit. With his own eyes firmly shut and the sound of his heart beating in his ears, he could only just hear the strangled cries coming from Lijah as the pain overwhelmed him.
Dominic wanted to be ashamed, he wanted to stop and apologise and end it all, but as the pain overcame Lijah, the pleasure washed over Dominic. He began to thrust, gently at first but then more forcefully and quicker, rotating his hips to find every angle and sensation he could. He opened his eyes and looked at Lijah only to find him grimacing in pain and white as a sheet.
“Try to relax”, pleaded Dominic. In desperation he wrapped a hand round Lijah’s cock and began to pump his fist up and down in rhythm with his own thrusts. Lijah watched him and his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Over long minutes their gazes were locked and Dominic was rewarded with the feel of Lijah’s muscles around his cock loosening somewhat and the expression of concentration of Lijah’s face slackening. Soon, Lijah’s guttural sounds were almost as pronounced as Dominic’s and they were both shining with sweat. Dominic could feel his balls tightening and in exhilaration he bent double and pushed his face against Lijah’s, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. “You feel it don’t you?” he breathed. Lijah gulped in a great breath of air but did not reply, indeed was incapable of speech as their bodies erupted, not quite together but equally profoundly. Dominic collapsed on top of Lijah, not bothering to withdraw and pushing his face against Lijah’s neck as the other man lay slack beneath him.
It was some seconds before Dominic realised Lijah was shaking. Gingerly, he withdrew his cock from Lijah’s body and raised his head to look at the man underneath him. The vision nearly shattered him. Lijah looked like a broken man, a man whose pride had been snatched from him.
“I’m so sorry”, Dominic whispered for what seemed the millionth time that day. “I’m so sorry. You must forgive me. Please forgive me Lijah” There was no reply and the man’s gaze was turned away from him. “Lijah” repeated Dominic with more desperation. Still there was no reply. Dominic studied Lijah’s face and the look there was one of such profound sadness and horror that he could bare it no longer. Dominic turned his sights in the direction of Lijah’s gaze and saw to his shock what Lijah was looking at. In the doorway, silhouetted by the torches burning behind, Danell was standing, grinning. And by his side was Garren.
“You see”, said Danell, directing his words to Garren who was staring slack-mouthed at his father. “Your father is nothing but a whore for our men. It is sad that you should see it so, but it is perhaps best that you have because now you can move on and learn to be a real man in our tribe”.
And with a parting smile, Danell was gone.
Previous chapters can be found at: http://www,geocities.com/voyeur_ism/Becs_index.htm
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Got my attention.
Was wondering...where did you get the Dom pic of him in the tribal makeup? It's very cool.
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I'm not sure where the picture came from as the banner was made for me by
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Poor lij... and dom too I have to say.
I can't wait for more!
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Poor Lij *cuddles Lij*
Am probably not meant to feel this way - sorry....
Great chapter though!
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Keep reading and you never know...he might show his nicer side.
Thanks you for reading!
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I'm glad the rape was disturbing though because after all is said and done, it was rape. And garren seeing it was the ultimate clincher.
Thanks for such good feedback.
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As for good feedback - good writing demands good feedback *g*
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Lijah despising Dominic seems a given since Garren witnessed the rape. I would imagine if there's any hope of Lijah forgiving Dominic it swings on what Garren says and does next. Feeling deep compassion for Lijah and hoping he will survive this ordeal to have the ultimate victory over his enemies.
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Thanks for the feedback!
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And I'm not even a romantic.
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And there are ways of making you romantic.....(*cue evil laughter*)
Thanks for reading!
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*hugs*
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Thank you for reading.