| Purity and Shadows | ||
| "Alaric...Alaric." "What?" His voice was a bare whisper. "Come to me." He did not want to move. His entire being felt as though he could not move. Last night was slowly flooding back as the voice called him again. "Come to me." "You're omnipotent. Take me." He smiled, eyes still closed. He felt the flash of fire seep from the hearth, over him and gently take him below. Below the floorboards, the cobwebs and rat holes, into the dirt and still beyond. The heat slipped from his body. Still he refused to move. "My beautiful child." The voice was deep, reverberating off the endless cavern walls. "I have cursed the hours we have been apart." "It was your choice to leave," he countered. "I asked you to stay." "You know I couldn't. I had things to do." "And souls to redeem?" He turned quickly on his back to behold the blood red skin of his lover. "And just how many of those are like me? Who's hearts you've won by fucking their brains out with that club you call a dick." He gleaned his white teeth in a half malicious smile. "Such a mouth. You know you are the only one for me." "You only say that because I have yet to give you my soul." He ran his black nails up Alaric's soft, pink skin. "Everything in time." He leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth. Between his fangs, he pinched it. Alaric drew in a breath of steam, exhaled mist, thrusting his pec hard against his lover's face. His mouth climbed, higher, sucking harder, until he drew Alaric's sweet fleshy tongue deep into his mouth. His red hands pulling them closer, crushing them. He longed to consume this child of life. Alaric pulled back, letting his lover's tongue trail down, low. Watching as he carefully avoided the navel. A link to the living...somewhere...above. His surging cock, proud and straight. Ten inches of raging heat, pointing straight for black lips. "Suck it." He hissed. His lover looked up. Pure black pools, resembling eyes met his. Alaric did not look away. "Put it in your mouth." He watched as the fangs lightly scraped the head. "Cocksucker." He whispered. He flinched, as the fangs tightened. "Do it. All the way." Alaric ordered. As the black lips made their way tightly down the shaft, suctioning to the bottom, a long triangular tongue edged downward, past the egg sized balls, through Alaric's parted legs and stopped only to tease the slit of his opening. Then it plunged inside. Alaric tensed, screaming at the new feeling. "Bastard!" he cried, screaming again, jerking his hips upward. His cock fucking his lover's mouth as the long tongue slid deeper into him. "I can feel you in my gut. Fuck me with it!" Then he screamed louder. "Fuck me with it, Cocksucker!" He grabbed the large black horns and pulled himself up, pushing his cock deeper. His legs spread so far apart, hands grasping horns, body jerking in his fury to come, he was being suspended in the steaming air, and then suddenly abandoned. His back ached from the impact of his fall. With feigned uninterest, he turned onto his stomach, waiting. After moments, he felt the slick tongue snaking up his leg, reaching for the tight hole hidden within his full round ass. With lightning movement he turned, grabbed the tongue and pulled himself to his knees. He met his lover's gaze - face to face. Stabbing his tongue to the now closed black lips, they parted, hoping, expecting. Instead, he rose to slide his tongue over those slick, pointed horns. "Alaric. My tormentor. My -" "Master?" Alaric met his gaze again. The laughter echoed off the rock walls. "Change for me." Alaric ran his hands through his thick blond hair, pushing it back from his sweat soaked face. "What shall I be?" "A man. A real man. Who knows how to do - whatever I want." Alaric stared at the black haired man squatting in front of him. The unshaven roughness of his face, deeply defined muscles, so tight against the skin they might break through. Cock, jutting straight into the air, so huge - he shivered. Balls as large as a horse, hanging loose, swinging grazing the rock floor. Long powerful legs. The only thing that couldn't change was those black pools he had for eyes. The windows to the soul. Or the soulless. Alaric put his hands to the ground, crawling to the dark man. He neared, opening his mouth, placing it around the thick, fat head of the man. He pulled the foreskin with his teeth, getting only a slight reaction. "Think I can?" He asked playfully. "No." Came the growl. Slicking the shaft, down once. Getting the feel, twice. The third finding the thick hair below. He couldn't hold the monster for more than a few seconds without feeling his throat wanting to explode. He backed off quickly. "Your loss." He went back down, this time not as far. He rose to his knees in front of his lover placing the dick between his legs, stroking it with his thighs. He ran his hands up, over the thick, solid chest. With his hands holding him to the man, he bit the nip, sending a shudder through his body. Tongue continuing upward, probing, tasting, overtaking the man's mouth. Alaric pulled back. "Now." He clasped his hands around the thick, pulsing shaft, slick from the steam. Pulling it, he stood. "Like before." he hissed. "Like the last night of my purity. Remember? You fucked the holy shit out of me." Again the walls found laughter. But this laughter deep with hardcore lust. Lust that was constant and demanding. Unyielding. Alaric's hands were pinned with a smash against the wall. "Like the first time." His Lover growled, distorted, hideous voice that sent shivers of reality rippling into Alaric's core. Their bodies, hot, groping against the burning rock. The humongous dick slid between the soft, muscled flesh, of Alaric's legs, crashing the rock, breaking it away. The raging, jerking, fucking! "Now! I'm ready, now!" "Beg!" His lover screamed in his ear. "Beg me for it like your first time!" "Please!" His balls hurt as they were smashed into again and again. "Fuck me now! Please!" "Now," He pulled Alaric's legs up flat against his shoulders, pressing him against the wall. "Who is Master?" Alaric jerked at the splitting pain as the dick rammed him, holding him, snarling teeth and vacant eyes. Alaric, tight against the wall, waiting, wishing for that moment when the searing pain would turn to unbelievable pleasure. The cock withdrawn to the head and then forced farther inside. Deeper, pounding, the thrusts came faster, "Yes! Damn, yes! Come in me you evil motherfucker!" The pounding was driving Alaric's shape into the wall, his cock slapping his smooth, taught stomach. The man's muscles tensing, teeth smashing together, head back, he was on the brink of - Alaric pulled his head up, so close, their faces could touch. "Come in me! Satan!" The flesh deepened to red, nails digging into Alaric's wrists, The Lover returned to true form, roaring that could be heard from the depths of the deepest volcanoes. Fire rising in a winding fury, consuming them as Power reached heights no mortal could. Alaric fell to the ground, cock spewing, jutting, and covering himself with the cream white seed of life. Something forbidden to The Lover. Silence, sweet and enveloping, drifting over him with the cool breeze. The moment past, faded like a dream. Lazily he turned to the fire in the fireplace to dry his wet come. He would remember later. "'Till the morrow." The flame hissed. Alaric's eyes fluttered open. His lips curving into a half smile. "Perhaps." "Alaric." He slitted his eyes, listening to the crack of the fire. "Alaric." "What?" "Give me your soul." "No." Silence. "You don't love me." The fire dimmed. Alaric's eyes opened, glistening in the fire. "Yes I do." "Then give me your soul." "No. Not yet." "Damn you!" The fire rose high, flying cinders burning Alaric's skin. Alaric chuckled sleepily. "You haven't the power." "I have brought you to my lair! Shown you ecstasy beyond imagination and changed the laws of nature for you! Still you do not give me what I desire most!" The voice deafened him. "Silence!" His breathing hard, he sneered into the flame. "Or I will never give it to you!" He looked out a darkened window, glass jagged, covered with decay. "However, I will bring you a gift. As my promise to you." "What?" "Did you think you were the first?" He let his head fall back. "An Angel. I will bring you a white angel to consume. Born of grace and soul as sweet as the honey he feeds upon." "A white Angel?" Silence. "Your first?" He chuckled again. "So evil to be so naive." He reached to a small bowl of water and doused the flame. Noon. Alaric sat upright. The sunshine was harsh on his eyes and flesh, exposed and open on the wood floor of the old shanty. He walked out into it, letting it bathe his pale skin. Pale from the continuous darkness. Memories rekindled - he smiled, stretched and began to walk into the cashie colored wheat field. His bare feet made a solid path, not looking ahead, not caring. He was the lover of supreme evil. Dangers of the Earth seemed trivial. He stopped finally. Nipples hard from the cool breeze, he stood with his legs apart and ran his hands over them. He smiled at the intensity of his sudden feeling. A need. What if his lover were here? Would he lay him back in the falling grains on the ground and sack him? Of course not. He'd recoil at the sun's light and sink away. Back to his precious caverns with his menials. He pulled gently at the slight fuzz around his stiffening cock. Moving his fingertips down to his smooth ball sack. One hand pulling it tight against his shaft, the other dragging fingertips over it gently creating a desperate tickle that yearned to be scratched and relieved. His ten inches, strong and full, called to him. He slowly, as when he was younger, dropped to one knee and bent over the protruding cock. He was limber - just enough - to slide his lips down over the head and lick the first few inches of the shaft. He pinched his right nipple again, lifting his head slightly with the loose skin in his teeth, and then caressing his swollen glands again. A hand closed around his shaft, it began to milk the bone into his suctioning mouth. Slowly, in steady motion, Alaric felt pressure building. He came off his cock to let his head rest on the caressing shoulder behind him. The breeze blew swiftly, blustering through him as he let himself go. Another hand came around him, holding him, stroking his chest as the other his shaft. Velvet lips, touching his ear, moving back, back under his wind blown hair to his neck. Alaric arched his back, gasping for air. His hands touching the ground, stretching him flat, letting himself feel...pure. He felt the hard staff slide between his legs, playing with his tight balls and then toward the crevice of his hairless ass. He prepared himself for entry, but there was none. Instead, like a cloud, he felt a cool wetness enter him. Only surface deep, it moved, curving upward and pulling out. Then with a gentle thrust, re-entered Alaric moaned with complete pleasure. He rose to his knees, elbows down against the sod, ass parted, and waiting in the air to be mounted and ridden. There was no pain as he was completely filled by raging prick. The first movement sent him into waves of pleasure-tormented ecstasy. He pulled his head up crying out. Hands, moving up his spine, to his shoulders and then gripping them, thrust the huge cock in deeper. Again Alaric cried out, spreading himself as wide as he could. The cock lifted him from the ground in another deep thrust, circling motion, then again, faster and quicker. Alaric let the hands take over the direction of his body, holding him tight as the prick slid faster, freeing him, taking him higher than the night before, he began to chant a plea for the unseen assailant not to stop. To take him to a higher place. Wasn't that what he had been searching for all along? Since boyhood when he had first sprayed his load through the air? That total, hauling, meshing of body, spirit and whatever the fuck higher plain orgasm was to take you to? The hands suddenly flipped him to his back, staring up into bright light; the fluttering of his own eyelids was all he saw as the cock battered him, hands caressing him. He heard a deafening music running through his mind, a tune loud and demanding, his ass still filled as the music louder, harsher until on the last final note, he felt himself filled with warm, wet liquid. His eyes flashed open to see whiteness and feathers, blocking the sun as it crashed down over him. He moaned. He never felt so alive. So free. He looked up into the sky blue eyes of the blonde vision. "Change for me." Alaric prompted him. "Into what?" "A small insect." He smiled happily, sighing. "If you can." The light about Alaric began to flicker. Within moments, there was nothing but the silence of the breeze. Alaric looked about him. On his leg was a butterfly, white and glimmering, fluttering gently. Alaric immediately folded one of the wings over. Wind rushed through the high wheat howling sorrowfully. He heard the cries, but deafened himself to them. He now had only to call his lover. Alone by the fire, stroking himself, Alaric looked at the broken Angel across from him. They didn't speak; they only stared at one another. Alaric was nearing climax. The broken wing hung limply. The Angels face drawn and sad. He could feel the unsanctity of this dwelling, smell the sour stench of evil. Alaric stopped his pursuit of climax as the fire rose. "Alaric." "Yes." "You have my gift?" "Obviously." He stood, dick jutting out, veins engorged with flowing blood. "Show yourself." The smoldering fire burned higher until the hooved Master of Darkness stepped from the doorway. He looked cautiously toward the winged creature. Studying it with almost an envying leer. "A white angel!" His black eyes wide. The Angel pressed against the wall in fear. "Alaric, my lover. You have done well." The Beast stepped ever closer. "Foolish creature. To let your lusts overshadow your purity." He chuckled, a deep hissing sound that made Alaric's neck hair stand on end. Alaric watched the Angel with an edge of pity. How beautiful he had been when he had first appeared to him. Years ago. Another life. "Touch him." Alaric was ordered. He stared at the Angel's face. A contempt edged over him. "I don't want him." "Do it!" The huge fangs were inches from his mouth. "I want to see you with him. To watch his demise!" Alaric stood fast. He was unprepared for the clawed hand that knocked him into the Angel's arms. "You impudent insect. You will obey me." For the first time Alaric's heart jumped in fear. Then anger. He turned to the Angel. Leaning into him, his lips parted, and he slipped his tongue into the soft, sweet tasting mouth. The Angel tried to pull away back, but Alaric forced him back pushing deeper, consuming him. He pushed him to the ground holding him firmly by the shoulders. Fingers beginning to massage the tight flesh. Little by little he worked himself back over the soft, taut flesh until they were flat together. In the darkness of the shadows, the creature watched. Alaric found himself being less and less aware of the shadows and more of dominating this light. Then came the voice. "Take him in your mouth." Alaric complied, kissing first the arcing pecs, licking them into brittle points. Nipping, arousing. The Angel cried out. Farther Alaric moved over the slight, muscular hairless stomach to the tip of a cool throbbing cock, gently touching his tongue to the flap of skin covering the head. "Take it in your mouth." Alaric moved the tip of his tongue along the shaft from head to base, and then began to suck the huge, hairless testicles into his mouth. Pulling and sucking hard, causing the Angel to writhe in a frenzy, whimpering not to stop. "I told you to take it!" Alaric eyed the moving shadow with contempt. How could he have been so blind to think he had power over...The Beast? He kissed down the Angel's thighs, flicking his tongue at the crevice beneath. "Damn you!" Alaric felt something flush over his body, pulling him forward. Forcing him downward. The Angel's cock buried deep within Alaric's throat. The force holding him there until he fought for air. Releasing him for a gasp of breath, and then driving his mouth back to the hairless base of the eleven inch rod. His motions increased. The rhythm steady, he relaxed, still having no control. He could feel something...a pressure pushing against him, a building force about to explode. The Angel was going to come. Alaric's head was suddenly off the cock and his body being pulled to it. He could only watch as he stood above the angelic body, slowly squatting down. Cock hard, leaking precome, he felt the head against his opening, pressing, burning. He jerked hard as the cock was embedded in him. Alaric's voice ripped the air in a cry somewhere between pleasure and pain. His body lifted, and then dropped with sudden urgency. "Fuck!" He screamed. "Yes!" The Shadow cried. "Fuck! Fuck him!" Alaric felt the hold on him weaken slightly. He took the opportunity, grabbing the Angel's shoulders and bending forward, began to ride the huge meat at an angle. He never missed a stroke, riding him faster and faster, and each time hitting a button inside him, making his dick harder and his need greater. Again he was forgetting about the shadows, lost in white ecstasy. He leaned back, erection jutting far above his body. From somewhere...out there...he heard a wet slurping. He opened his eyes a slit to see his lover, lip curled, hips pistoning...into another. Alaric sat up, turning to see the dark eyes boring at him as another male knelt in his place. At his lover's dick. "Fuck him!" The darkness ordered, fire rising from the bed of coals. Alaric's fury rose, as the fire. He lowered himself to the light and rode harder, beginning to cry out both in frustration and excitement. With sudden movement, he flipped the angel over, onto him, never losing a stroke. Alaric's tight stomach and chest were compressed as his knees were at his sides. The light shoving, pushing, grunting with each thrust deeper than the one before. Alaric was consumed, totally. Willingly. His whole body felt ticklish. Alive! Every exhale had a moan of rising pleasure. And the thrusts were getting harder and quicker. His arms pinned to the ground, he could feel the waves coming from the Angel and then - The whole room seemed to stop. Alaric sighed and stretched as he felt himself being filled. "He's climaxing." The shadows spoke in awe. Then let a moan escape him as the sight sent him over the brink. Into the throat of the firm muscled man in front of him, was shot the bulk of the climax. The echoes faded, the dark creature still locked in his own orgasm. He pushed the man back, his raging cock slapping his red stomach with a loud pop. He grabbed the man in front of him by the hair and drug him to where the Angel now lay beside Alaric. "Take the Angel." He told the man. The man looked at him in surprise. An almost fearful look crossing his roughly handsome face. "Do it!" He was ordered. The man was no where near as head strong as Alaric and quickly positioned himself over the Angel. Alaric's eyes bored into the man's as he looked to Alaric as if asking for help. He reached over to the man, touching his arm, moving it over the shoulder to his back. He felt a strange vibration from the man as he continued downward. Alaric sat up next to him, his hand finally reaching a hard thick dick. He grasped it in his hand watching the man's reaction. It had been so long since he had felt the flesh of the living. Another like himself. He released his breath. The man's cock was directed into the Angel's opening and pushed by the will of the darkness. Alaric's hand was thrown back by the power, but still he watched the man. His muscles moving below the tight pink flesh. So full of energy and life. It captured Alaric and made his softening cock inflate until he could bend to lick the head. The man moved his hips, pushing his dick deep into the light. Pulling out until the head was on the brink of slipping and then thrusting again. But his face lacked the expression of pleasure Alaric expected him to. Their eyes locked. Searching, hungry. Alaric spread his legs, letting the man have a better view of him as he popped the head of his own cock into his mouth. Alaric watched the thick chest hair graze the white skin of the one beneath him. Neither of his lovers had hair on their bodies. And when they did it was...merely illusion. But this man was real. His heart beat. His skin and cock pulsed, his blood boiled and he reeked of life. The scent intoxicating. Alaric lifted his head, cock ready to explode. He leaned forward, seeing nothing but the man and his sweating, fucking body. Sweat! Alaric licked the side of the man feeling him shiver under his tongue. The salt taste was everything he remembered. He held the base of his cock and unable to deny the pounding drive of a man's lust when it takes over any rational thought; he began to mount the man. There was a loud groan as the smaller man fed his dick angrily up the other's tight ass, beginning to thrust before the head was even firmly in. The man stopped moving, crying out, pushing back to greet his aggressor. They moved in perfect rhythm oblivious to the others in the room. Within second's Alaric was screaming, peeking, his fingernails clawing the pecs, feeling the thick hair as he was about to come. The voice of doom shattered their ears. Alaric was forced from the man by the power. Then the order to the man was heard “Fuck the Angel!" Alaric's seed jutting into his air, caught in the slow motion of his mind that flooded with pure rage. He put his hand over the head feeling the thick spurts drain. After his body let him back into the room, he saw the dark eyes of Shadow laughing at him. "When he's done with the Angel. Maybe I'll fuck you." Alaric's eyes flashed, his fury bursting from him in one huge final act. He knew its weakness. He knew how to send It running for the caverns in agony. Scarred for the rest of its dark existence. He flung his fresh seed at the monster's face. "Fuck this!" He screamed. The stench came just after the deafening roars and screams as the Master of Darkness threw himself about like a child who just put his hand in a flame. Within moments there was nothing but a slight stink on the breeze that even acknowledged shadows had once inhabited the shanty. Alaric looked to see the Angel, white and glowing in the cold shack. He looked at Alaric with a face full of rebuke. In a flash it darted through the door and disappeared into the sky. Alaric had never felt so alone. So desperately deserted and cold as he sat in the harsh light. A hand touched him. Warm and pulsing. Alaric turned to see the brown eyes of the man. His hairy chest, nipples firm in the cold wind. They both sat naked, alone. Alaric moved into him, both of them holding one another. Their bodies together, perfect, as a calm fell over them - a stirring inside as their hands began to slowly explore. Alaric looked up, kissing the man gently as he felt something inside of him he had never felt before. What was it? He searched his memory. He couldn't remember. He only knew that it, and he, and the man before him were again lost in the beorgiouse of existence. Somewhere between light and dark, goodness and evil, purity and shadows. |
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