The dampness of the stone
floor was made worse by the slow trickle of water that made its way down
from the ceiling to pool in one corner of the dungeon. Shackles hung from
the wall, thick and heavy and equally suffused with water; somehow, however,
the ancient bindings managed not to rust under the constant exposure. The
only door was a massive, metal barrier, the slot on the top lined with
wide metal bars. The sole window of the room was adorned with bars of much
the same manner placed too high in the wall for any chance of escape.
From down the hall, a strange sound echoed
through the corridors, livening a place that was used only to futile screams
and silent death: giggling. The mammoth metal door was flung open as though
a child’s play toy, and two young woman entered the dreary dungeon in a
whirlwind of movement. Behind them, two young men, quite unconscious and
clothed only in pants, floated obediently in response to the girls’ magic.
“Are you sure we needed to give their pants
back?” the blue-haired girl asked, regarding her companion curiously.
“It’ll be more of a challenge for the winner,”
she smirked in response. “I still think we should give them their swords.”
“We don’t want them dead,” Rya reminded her
with a grin. “They can’t do anything then.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t hurt each other too badly…”
The other girl sighed, rolling eyes that were jet black. “But I suppose
more… contact… is better anyway.” Her amused smile widened just a bit.
“See, there you go! It’ll be better like this!”
With that she moved to kneel beside the blonde-haired man, emerald eyes
shining, whispering quiet words— an enchantment.
Ceiti followed suit, pushing a strand of milky
hair from her face before she spoke words that perfectly mirrored her friend’s.
After several moments, the girls stood again.
A glance was exchanged, speaking volumes, and seconds later both had withdrawn
to the corner of the room, silently melting to invisibility.
The priest with blonde hair pushed himself
upward with a wince of pain, placing a hand to his head cautiously as he
tried to take in the surroundings. His head swam; everything below his
waist ached; a haze of red was creeping slowly over his vision, a feeling
of mixed rage and desire that couldn’t be denied. Though released from
the spell that kept him immobilized, the new magic was equally as strong.
The boy that lay near him struggled to sit
the welts that covered his entire chest screaming their protest. For several
moments he, too, fought to recognize the area around him… But even the
fact that his long, violet hair fell limply about his shoulders mussed
and dirty, couldn’t bring him to focus. Too soon, though, the anger and
longing brought on by the sorceresses’ enchantment fell upon him as well.
With a loud snarl Albireo pounced on Teepo
trying to push him back on the hard stone floor. Teepo growled back with
equal vehemence thrusting a foot into his stomach, sending the priest flying
backwards. The two men stood up and stared at each other tensely, waiting
to see who would make the first move.
Both faces mirrored rage and desire; their bodies’ wants more
potent than ever before. Beautiful crimson and azure eyes misted with these
feelings. They leered at each other, malevolent grins on their faces.
Impatient, the dark warrior charged at Albireo, trying to knock
him down, Albireo instead lunged and grabbed the boy’s wrists, crushing
and twisting them brutally. Teepo writhed, screaming angrily, desperately
trying to strike the other man, though Albireo held on doggedly, ignoring
the boy’s futile try at escape.
The priest began to lower the dark dragon
to the ground as his knees buckled, screaming in agony. Feeling assured
of victory, the priest grabbed the waistline of Teepo’s pants and tried
to rip them off. Taking advantage of Albireo’s lust, the boy slammed his
fist, the powerful blow bruising Albireo’s face. Then Teepo screamed as
he felt a new flush of pain from his already injured wrist, but threw wild
punches on the other man nonetheless. Taking him by surprise he pounded
the priest unmercifully, not noticing Albireo gritting his teeth against
the pain, waiting for a moment to strike. Like a coiled snake Albireo struck
in the boy’s tender welt covered groin, and Teepo shrieked and doubled
over. The blond man slammed his fist into the unprotected head, the boy
swimming in pain.
Albireo turned the nearly unconscious form
on the back, then ripped off the obstructive pants on both men. Groggily,
Teepo tried to get back up, only to be rewarded with a viscous hit in the
lower back. Albireo laughed cruelly, a terrible contorted sound from his
throat, mercilessly ramming his manhood into the boy’s tight ass. The boy
yelled and thrashed wildly, trying to make Albireo lose his grip, but Albireo
held tightly, his nails digging into the boy’s thighs.
A strangled cry forced itself from Teepo’s
throat, and he fought violently to force the priest to relent. All his
efforts yielded only increasingly determined thrusts, however, Albireo’s
cries of pleasure oblivious to the agony that wracked the slender form
of the boy beneath him. Sweat trickled from the face of both dragons, but
for entirely different reasons; all of Teepo’s exertions served only to
tighten the grip and deepen the bliss of the man that pinned him firmly
to the damp floor of the dungeon.
Even when Teepo’s anger, conceived by the sorceress’ magic, gave
way to the unbearable pain and the few cries left that were screams of
wrath turned to moans of agony, the blonde man refused to give the boy
even a slight reprieve. Albireo’s nails bit into his slender thighs, one
grip finding a particularly painful welt as the other found its way to
his shoulder, seeking to cease the annoying struggle still being attempted.
The violet-haired boy yelped in new pain as the priest’s strong hand pressed
his shoulder to the floor, crushing it there at an unnatural angle to keep
his victim still; at this new wave of agony, a sob forced its way past
Teepo’s lips unbidden, terrified and desperate as he realized how helpless
he was to control the situation.
Ignoring the plight of the boy held tightly
beneath him, Albireo pressed deeper still, groaning his bliss. Eyes half
closed, he dug his nails harder into the slender body of the violet-haired
boy, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. Fire burned through
the priest, flared so hot it threatened to consume him if it wasn’t extinguished.
Harder he drove himself into Teepo, faster; his breath came in ragged gasps
as he worked toward his peak, ignoring the pleas of the boy beneath him
as the pleasure overtook his mind. Finally his body froze; a white-hot
sheet of ecstasy washing over him as he pumped thick fluid into the violet-haired
boy’s bleeding hole.
With a sigh he let himself fall forward onto
Teepo’s back, not noticing that the weight was enough to cause the boy
further pain in his injured state, and not caring about the soft sobs that
shook his slender form. His rage and desire somewhat quieted, Albireo rolled
off the pain stricken boy, a new idea in his twisted mind. Slightly more
clear-headed but much crueler, he turned Teepo over; the dark dragon’s
eyes were trickling with tears, his mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
Albireo studied him for a moment and then
moved down to straddle his hips, rubbing his erection against the Teepo’s
persevering one despite the torture. Albireo felt suddenly thirsty but
he wouldn’t let Teepo know yet; seeking to revive him, the priest rubbed
the boy’s manhood vigorously, then roughly bit his left nipple while the
other hand pinched the other. Teepo moaned loudly, uncertain whether to
push Albireo off or let him do his work. The rage part of the spell had
faded on Teepo but the desire roared eagerly between his legs, so he merely
writhed in mutual pain and pleasure.
Deciding to dispense with foreplay Albireo
moved down to the boy’s pulsing manhood and sucked on the boy’s meat hungrily,
almost waiting eagerly for Teepo to come in his mouth. Teepo grunted loudly
and only did what he could do. Gripping the blond man’s bobbing head he
thrust into the willing mouth, warming him from the dank cell. Vigor restored
to the young man, he pumped his nubile body wantonly, not caring how he
was fulfilled.
Albireo was enjoying himself immensely, his
tongue tasting sweat and pre-cum, sucking the other man almost painfully.
Uncaring Teepo arched, enjoying every second of the man’s blissfully painful
mouth, driving him wild. Albireo’s rough hands rubbed the boy’s ass, causing
more loud moans. Finally, to Albireo’s delight, the boy exploded in his
mouth. Albireo swallowed it all eagerly, feeling almost as satisfied as
the gasping dark dragon.
Finished, Albireo hauled up the panting boy
by his aching wrists, dragging him to the shackled walls. Snapping the
restraints on the wrists he forced the dark-haired one to stand on weak
knees or fall, the metal restraints biting into his already painful wrists.
Teepo’s face was to the wall; his smooth back presented to Albireo’s lusty
gaze. He licked the trickling blood from Teepo’s brutally torn hole, and
grinned as Teepo realized what Albireo wanted to do again.
“No, no please! Not again!” Teepo whimpered
as the other man gripped his hips, and caressed the naked flesh.
Then jabbed his tool deep into the boy’s sore ass, now set on fire in burning
agony. Pumping jubilantly in Teepo’s blissfully tight hole, he rocked the
boy’s pelvis in a steady rhythm. Then Albireo’s arms wrapped around the
boy’s waist, grabbing the boy’s limp length, stroking it with both hands.
Teepo shrieked, unable to contain himself; he thrust his ass into Albireo
and writhed eagerly into his hands, the desire part of the spell becoming
stronger in both men.
Pleasure burned through both men and the magic
raced through their bodies, filling the room with moans of bliss and cries
of pain. Albireo thrust harder, violent, desperate, caught in a desire
that demanded fulfillment. Beneath him the violet-haired boy twisted, gasping,
too caught up in the moment to attempt escape no matter how futile it may
have been; he moved in time with the priest’s thrusts, mouth wide, body
slicked with sweat.
With every moment their desperation increased,
speeding the measured rhythm to match the growing passion within them.
They froze at exactly the same moment; forms locked in a tableau of ecstasy
as at last the longing within both men was satisfied. Overcome with rapture,
the priest closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he emptied himself
into the form of the smaller man. A moan escaped Teepo’s lips, shuddering
and unchecked as waves of pleasure crashed over him, mingling with the
unbearable pain.
And finally they parted, Albireo letting himself
slide down to rest his head against the boy’s slender back. For a long
moment the dungeon was silent save the sound of ragged breathing. Albireo
smiled in satisfaction as he pulled out of the trembling young man, brushing
the boy’s hair out of his face. Albireo unlocked the shackles and the weak
limbed boy collapsed in the priest’s arms. Albireo smiled softly adjusting
the weight before pressing a hungry kiss on the desolate looking Teepo.
The dark dragon stirred slightly, returning the kiss warmly pressing himself
closer.
“Isn’t that sweet?” Rya asked grinning as
she froze them in place once more and lifted the entwined pair in the air
with her magic.
“Yes.” Ceiti murmured lost in thought.
“Is it time? Do we have to send them back?
“ Rya asked seeing her companion lost in thought.
“Soon, we cannot keep them forever you know…
We must let them go back to their separate worlds, to prevent utter chaos
from occurring.” Ceiti replied seriously. “Don’t worry there is enough
time for more event with our boys.” She grinned wickedly. “It’s time for
the last room!”
Rya smiled dreamily. “Oh that one will be
perfect, besides it’s time for Albireo and Teepo to spend some quality
time together.” The two girls laughed excitedly, and left the depressing
room behind, going for big beautiful blue skies.
Part Two: Sweet Vengence | Part Four: The Comfort Of Our Embrace