NaNo Ridiculousness Day 4
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Here's Day 4 of "I Prefer the Mind Control." Enjoy the NSFW ridiculousness!
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3
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Xan smiled down at me. “It won't be long, will it? I have you.”
It wasn't long. My whole body tensed as I stared into his bronze eyes. When I came, I shuddered and shuddered. It seemed a fucking eternity before I stopped shaking. Xan's eyes never left mine the whole time. He had an invisible grip on me. After he thrust one final time himself, he came, still never letting me look away, not that I fucking wanted to.
The blissful expression on his face? Something fucking else. Yet even in ecstasy, this time, he just didn't let me look away. I don't think he even shut his eyes. Xan didn't blink, as far as I could tell. As he slipped out of me, letting my legs fall back to the ground, he flashed me a very satisfied smile.
“Thank you for that,” he said. “And I hope you understand better now how you really are impossibly desirable and attractive. Insecurity doesn't become a beautiful man such as yourself.”
I wasn't sure what to say to that at first. Granted, I couldn't really fucking say anything, being still in a state of post-sex mind fog. How did Xan start speaking so quickly after he came? Was that some kind of Zimaran physiology thing?
Eventually, I mumbled, “Thanks. Still think you're prettier.”
Xan chided, “Now, we're not going to get into a 'who's prettier' argument, alright? I get to decide, and I say you are. And that's final, lovely one.”
Berri agreed, “Prince Yavion's right, you know. It's not up to you. Besides, I also think you're a cutie.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Maybe I could believe those two. They did appear sincere enough. Briefly, I thought about using my apparent lie detector powers on them. Somehow, that seemed wrong. I trusted Xan, despite his keeping secrets from me. It felt like it would be some kind of violation if I tried to scan him for truthfulness when he said nice things about me. I didn't want to do anything like breach his trust or faith in our relationship.
Xan pulled on his pants, smiling at me again. Damn, he had a lovely smile. I still lied there for a while, the mind fog not dissipating very quickly this time.
“Remember to pay now?” Berri asked.
“Of course.”
She handed Xan her whatsit, and he typed a bunch of stuff into it. I guessed that's how Zimarans paid for things, or at least how Xan did it. Maybe Princes had special rules for how they were allowed to purchase things. Hey, it could happen. The rules here? Totally fucking unknown to me.
I slipped on my shorts and shoes as the two finished up their transaction. Then, I scrambled for my shirt and put that on, too. Even when doing that, I had to struggle with the brain fuzziness that came from fucking hot sex. I moved slowly. At least the clothes weren't too complicated. I suspected they were designed for easy dressing and easy removal because, after all, they were also designed for sex appeal. Which I apparently had fucking oodles of. While I wasn't absolutely, one hundred percent accepting of this fact, I did realize it really wasn't up to me to decide if I were sexy or not.
After I stood up, still feeling fuzzy in my mind, Xan put his arm around my waist.
“Can't let you wander off, can I? You seemed so disoriented from what we just did,” he murmured.
“I'm not going to wander off.”
“Oh, I know you wouldn't do so on purpose or anything, but the Palace is quite complex. Besides, I just don't want to let you out of my sight. Or out of my arms, for too long.” He hugged me closer, and I put an arm around him.
Damn, it just felt so nice to be in Xan's arms. Yeah, I know I probably said that already, but it was fucking true, okay? And the fact that he didn't want to let me go for too long? Sexy as hell. I felt so fucking wanted, which was awesome. Especially when the guy who wanted me was so amazingly amazing. What? I can say “amazingly amazing” even if it's kind of repetitive. Fine, look down on my word choice, if you insist. I'm keeping it, and you can't stop me, even if you are the author. So there.
I said, “Okay, then. I don't like the idea of being away from you, either.”
Berri piped up, “Everything's set. You can be on your way, now. I do have some cleanup and such I need to do, so I would appreciate it if you headed out. I don't mean to be rude, of course.”
Xan nodded. “I understand, Berri. Thank you, we shall be on our way.”
“Thank you, Prince Yavion.”
We exited the shop, into another hallway with strange alien sculptures.
I had to ask, “Do those use, like, freaky alien geometries or something? Because they're odd and kind of hurt to look at.”
Xan chuckled. “Our math obeys the same basic rules as your math. We just have a different aesthetic. You'll get used to it. Perhaps our technology and understanding of physics is beyond Earth's understanding, but we cannot bend reality or anything like that.”
“It would be cool if you could,” I said.
“It would be, but, also, rather dangerous. There are many I would not trust with such power. My brother is a good example.”
I shuddered. “He did enough damage with bribery and fire.”
“Indeed.” Xan sighed. “Krun is an unfortunate character. I am deeply sorry for what happened to you at his hand.”
“It's okay. At least I'm alive and stuff.”
“And I'm so very glad you are.” Xan decided to show me just how glad he was by pushing me up against the wall. He kissed me with such force I fell into one of the freaky sculptures.
And kept falling.
I tumbled through a dark tunnel. How in the fuck was that happening?
From somewhere far away and above me, I heard Xan scream, “Dylan, no!”
His voice faded as I kept fucking tumbling, going very painfully head over heels. Fucking ow. More importantly, oh fucking shit. I tumbled and tumbled and tumbled seemingly forever until landing in an awkward heap. On a fucking tile floor. Again, fucking ow.
I blinked, trying to adjust to the suddenly bright lights. Where was I? I hoped that tunnel wasn't an inter-dimensional portal or something. Please let me still be in the palace, and please let there be a way back from wherever the fuck I was.
To try and make the situation less horribly panic-inducing, I took a look around. I appeared to be in a well-furnished apartment of some kind. I had landed in the kitchen, or what I assumed was a kitchen. From the doorway, I could see a dining room. Everything looked close enough to Xan's apartment back on Earth, with the black-and-silver everything, barring the white walls. Wait, the walls in this place were fucking silvery.
I exited the kitchen. The dining table was huge, but only one place appeared to be used, seeing as there was a dirty dish in front of it. That reminded me; I hadn't eaten anything in fucking forever. Weirder still, I wasn't fucking hungry. The dining room contained more of those strange sculptures, which I eyed with intense suspicion seeing as knocking into one of them landed me wherever here was.
“Don't you dare try that again,” I muttered at a particularly dubious-looking one.
“Don't try what again? And why are you visible at this moment?”
I answered, “Because I'm always visible?”
Then I realized I had no fucking clue who I was talking to. I turned around to find myself face-to-face with a Zimaran man approximately in late middle age, though it was hard to tell because I had no clue how Zimarans actually aged. He had the usual metallic eyes, in blue, pale skin and messy bright red hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in ever.
What was someone so disheveled doing in a hidden luxury apartment in the middle of a fucking palace? Even his clothes were a mess, and they looked like pajamas. Weirder still, they were pink. My knowledge of Zimaran clothing customs said that official workers wore black and silver. So...this guy must not have an official function in the Palace?
“Bodyguards aren't supposed to be visible!” he said. The man's eyes widened, as if he were more shocked by my appearance than I was of his. Which would make sense. How often did a human cyborg fall out of the fucking ceiling?
“Hey, you're the human boy! I heard rumors about you. How is Xan? Is he well? You are being good to him, right? You are his, are you not? That is what I've heard, but news is scarce down here. How nice that dear Xan found someone so pretty to be his plaything.”
Then I noticed he wore a strange choker like necklace with a silver sphere hanging from it. On that sphere was a strange rune-like symbol that seemed to cycle through all the colors of the rainbow. Odd choice of accessory to go with pajamas. If those were even fucking pajamas. I didn't even know. While I had seen a lot of odd already, this right here? Definitely one of the oddest things I had seen.
Oops, I should have been answering the strange guy's questions. Right.
I told him, “Yeah, that would be me. I'm Xan's plaything. He's doing great, well he was until I fell through some kind of hole in the wall.”
“Oh yes, the holes in the wall. That's how my doctor visits me. Quite funny to watch her appear. And do you have a name?”
Name, right. I had one of those.
“I'm Dylan.”
“Oh, that's cute. I'm Myd, but I'm not supposed to tell you that. Nobody's supposed to know I'm here you know. Not even my children. Terribly unfortunate, but necessary.” Myd sighed and gazed vacantly at the ceiling.
What in the fucking hell was going on here? I would say the guy was some kind of mental patient, but would they give their psych patients huge fancy apartments? It was a legit question, on account of how I didn't know shit about the Zimaran mental healthcare system. Then again, dropping various mentally disturbed folks into places like this would get expensive, and I doubted even the Zimarans had invented infinite money.
But how the hell did you ask a guy if he were crazy? Somehow I doubted that was polite, unless the Zimarans were even more alien than I thought.
“So, Myd, um, why exactly are you down here, if I may ask?” I thought it couldn't hurt to ask, though if the guy were prevented from telling his own children, I doubted he could tell me, a random fucking stranger from another world who appeared out of nowhere.
“It's something to do with my brain,” he explained. “I'm not sure what it is, but I'm not fit to do my job at the Palace. Terribly unfortunate, as I have a very important job and my Breaker is horribly lonely without me. Oh, he sleeps with lucid people, for sure, but I'm his special property and he misses me.”
Myd gestured to his strange necklace thingie. “Gave this to me at my Soulbreaking, he did.”
What the fuck was a Soulbreaking and why did Myd speak so fondly of something that sounded like what a bad guy would do to you in a fantasy novel? I had to prioritize though, and asking about why he lived here came first.
“So, Myd, does everyone with your...brain problem have an apartment like this?” I wondered.
He burst into laughter. “Oh goodness no! Most people don't have to hide like I do. It would cause terrific instability if Zimara found out I were dying from the thing that had infected my mind.” He paused, looking suddenly very anxious. “You won't say anything, will you? It's a secret, you see.”
Only then did I think to use my lie detector powers. I activated them, despite the weird as fuck visuals. “What is your job?”
“I do things around the Palace. Well, I did things. Not so much anymore,” he said.
The lie detector told me this were the truth.
Something bugged me, though. Something seriously fucking bugged me. Who would the mysterious “they” bother to hide in a Palace because he would cause instability for the whole damn planet if he were found out? That kind of shit only occurred if the hidden person were some kind of major political figure or something.
“You're some kind of political person, aren't you?” I asked.
Myd nodded. “I was quite at the head of things, really. Though my Breaker did the major ruling. Often you could say I provided decoration and moral support. It's not always like that with Breakers and Broken, but often enough it is. Funny thing is I was born to it and he wasn't.”
Wait, what? Ruling? As in being King of the fucking planet kind of ruling? As in this vacant-eyed man in the pink fucking pajamas were one of the fucking Kings of the whole Zimaran Kingdom? What in the ever-loving, shining, sparking fuck?
Here's Day 4 of "I Prefer the Mind Control." Enjoy the NSFW ridiculousness!
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3
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Xan smiled down at me. “It won't be long, will it? I have you.”
It wasn't long. My whole body tensed as I stared into his bronze eyes. When I came, I shuddered and shuddered. It seemed a fucking eternity before I stopped shaking. Xan's eyes never left mine the whole time. He had an invisible grip on me. After he thrust one final time himself, he came, still never letting me look away, not that I fucking wanted to.
The blissful expression on his face? Something fucking else. Yet even in ecstasy, this time, he just didn't let me look away. I don't think he even shut his eyes. Xan didn't blink, as far as I could tell. As he slipped out of me, letting my legs fall back to the ground, he flashed me a very satisfied smile.
“Thank you for that,” he said. “And I hope you understand better now how you really are impossibly desirable and attractive. Insecurity doesn't become a beautiful man such as yourself.”
I wasn't sure what to say to that at first. Granted, I couldn't really fucking say anything, being still in a state of post-sex mind fog. How did Xan start speaking so quickly after he came? Was that some kind of Zimaran physiology thing?
Eventually, I mumbled, “Thanks. Still think you're prettier.”
Xan chided, “Now, we're not going to get into a 'who's prettier' argument, alright? I get to decide, and I say you are. And that's final, lovely one.”
Berri agreed, “Prince Yavion's right, you know. It's not up to you. Besides, I also think you're a cutie.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Maybe I could believe those two. They did appear sincere enough. Briefly, I thought about using my apparent lie detector powers on them. Somehow, that seemed wrong. I trusted Xan, despite his keeping secrets from me. It felt like it would be some kind of violation if I tried to scan him for truthfulness when he said nice things about me. I didn't want to do anything like breach his trust or faith in our relationship.
Xan pulled on his pants, smiling at me again. Damn, he had a lovely smile. I still lied there for a while, the mind fog not dissipating very quickly this time.
“Remember to pay now?” Berri asked.
“Of course.”
She handed Xan her whatsit, and he typed a bunch of stuff into it. I guessed that's how Zimarans paid for things, or at least how Xan did it. Maybe Princes had special rules for how they were allowed to purchase things. Hey, it could happen. The rules here? Totally fucking unknown to me.
I slipped on my shorts and shoes as the two finished up their transaction. Then, I scrambled for my shirt and put that on, too. Even when doing that, I had to struggle with the brain fuzziness that came from fucking hot sex. I moved slowly. At least the clothes weren't too complicated. I suspected they were designed for easy dressing and easy removal because, after all, they were also designed for sex appeal. Which I apparently had fucking oodles of. While I wasn't absolutely, one hundred percent accepting of this fact, I did realize it really wasn't up to me to decide if I were sexy or not.
After I stood up, still feeling fuzzy in my mind, Xan put his arm around my waist.
“Can't let you wander off, can I? You seemed so disoriented from what we just did,” he murmured.
“I'm not going to wander off.”
“Oh, I know you wouldn't do so on purpose or anything, but the Palace is quite complex. Besides, I just don't want to let you out of my sight. Or out of my arms, for too long.” He hugged me closer, and I put an arm around him.
Damn, it just felt so nice to be in Xan's arms. Yeah, I know I probably said that already, but it was fucking true, okay? And the fact that he didn't want to let me go for too long? Sexy as hell. I felt so fucking wanted, which was awesome. Especially when the guy who wanted me was so amazingly amazing. What? I can say “amazingly amazing” even if it's kind of repetitive. Fine, look down on my word choice, if you insist. I'm keeping it, and you can't stop me, even if you are the author. So there.
I said, “Okay, then. I don't like the idea of being away from you, either.”
Berri piped up, “Everything's set. You can be on your way, now. I do have some cleanup and such I need to do, so I would appreciate it if you headed out. I don't mean to be rude, of course.”
Xan nodded. “I understand, Berri. Thank you, we shall be on our way.”
“Thank you, Prince Yavion.”
We exited the shop, into another hallway with strange alien sculptures.
I had to ask, “Do those use, like, freaky alien geometries or something? Because they're odd and kind of hurt to look at.”
Xan chuckled. “Our math obeys the same basic rules as your math. We just have a different aesthetic. You'll get used to it. Perhaps our technology and understanding of physics is beyond Earth's understanding, but we cannot bend reality or anything like that.”
“It would be cool if you could,” I said.
“It would be, but, also, rather dangerous. There are many I would not trust with such power. My brother is a good example.”
I shuddered. “He did enough damage with bribery and fire.”
“Indeed.” Xan sighed. “Krun is an unfortunate character. I am deeply sorry for what happened to you at his hand.”
“It's okay. At least I'm alive and stuff.”
“And I'm so very glad you are.” Xan decided to show me just how glad he was by pushing me up against the wall. He kissed me with such force I fell into one of the freaky sculptures.
And kept falling.
I tumbled through a dark tunnel. How in the fuck was that happening?
From somewhere far away and above me, I heard Xan scream, “Dylan, no!”
His voice faded as I kept fucking tumbling, going very painfully head over heels. Fucking ow. More importantly, oh fucking shit. I tumbled and tumbled and tumbled seemingly forever until landing in an awkward heap. On a fucking tile floor. Again, fucking ow.
I blinked, trying to adjust to the suddenly bright lights. Where was I? I hoped that tunnel wasn't an inter-dimensional portal or something. Please let me still be in the palace, and please let there be a way back from wherever the fuck I was.
To try and make the situation less horribly panic-inducing, I took a look around. I appeared to be in a well-furnished apartment of some kind. I had landed in the kitchen, or what I assumed was a kitchen. From the doorway, I could see a dining room. Everything looked close enough to Xan's apartment back on Earth, with the black-and-silver everything, barring the white walls. Wait, the walls in this place were fucking silvery.
I exited the kitchen. The dining table was huge, but only one place appeared to be used, seeing as there was a dirty dish in front of it. That reminded me; I hadn't eaten anything in fucking forever. Weirder still, I wasn't fucking hungry. The dining room contained more of those strange sculptures, which I eyed with intense suspicion seeing as knocking into one of them landed me wherever here was.
“Don't you dare try that again,” I muttered at a particularly dubious-looking one.
“Don't try what again? And why are you visible at this moment?”
I answered, “Because I'm always visible?”
Then I realized I had no fucking clue who I was talking to. I turned around to find myself face-to-face with a Zimaran man approximately in late middle age, though it was hard to tell because I had no clue how Zimarans actually aged. He had the usual metallic eyes, in blue, pale skin and messy bright red hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in ever.
What was someone so disheveled doing in a hidden luxury apartment in the middle of a fucking palace? Even his clothes were a mess, and they looked like pajamas. Weirder still, they were pink. My knowledge of Zimaran clothing customs said that official workers wore black and silver. So...this guy must not have an official function in the Palace?
“Bodyguards aren't supposed to be visible!” he said. The man's eyes widened, as if he were more shocked by my appearance than I was of his. Which would make sense. How often did a human cyborg fall out of the fucking ceiling?
“Hey, you're the human boy! I heard rumors about you. How is Xan? Is he well? You are being good to him, right? You are his, are you not? That is what I've heard, but news is scarce down here. How nice that dear Xan found someone so pretty to be his plaything.”
Then I noticed he wore a strange choker like necklace with a silver sphere hanging from it. On that sphere was a strange rune-like symbol that seemed to cycle through all the colors of the rainbow. Odd choice of accessory to go with pajamas. If those were even fucking pajamas. I didn't even know. While I had seen a lot of odd already, this right here? Definitely one of the oddest things I had seen.
Oops, I should have been answering the strange guy's questions. Right.
I told him, “Yeah, that would be me. I'm Xan's plaything. He's doing great, well he was until I fell through some kind of hole in the wall.”
“Oh yes, the holes in the wall. That's how my doctor visits me. Quite funny to watch her appear. And do you have a name?”
Name, right. I had one of those.
“I'm Dylan.”
“Oh, that's cute. I'm Myd, but I'm not supposed to tell you that. Nobody's supposed to know I'm here you know. Not even my children. Terribly unfortunate, but necessary.” Myd sighed and gazed vacantly at the ceiling.
What in the fucking hell was going on here? I would say the guy was some kind of mental patient, but would they give their psych patients huge fancy apartments? It was a legit question, on account of how I didn't know shit about the Zimaran mental healthcare system. Then again, dropping various mentally disturbed folks into places like this would get expensive, and I doubted even the Zimarans had invented infinite money.
But how the hell did you ask a guy if he were crazy? Somehow I doubted that was polite, unless the Zimarans were even more alien than I thought.
“So, Myd, um, why exactly are you down here, if I may ask?” I thought it couldn't hurt to ask, though if the guy were prevented from telling his own children, I doubted he could tell me, a random fucking stranger from another world who appeared out of nowhere.
“It's something to do with my brain,” he explained. “I'm not sure what it is, but I'm not fit to do my job at the Palace. Terribly unfortunate, as I have a very important job and my Breaker is horribly lonely without me. Oh, he sleeps with lucid people, for sure, but I'm his special property and he misses me.”
Myd gestured to his strange necklace thingie. “Gave this to me at my Soulbreaking, he did.”
What the fuck was a Soulbreaking and why did Myd speak so fondly of something that sounded like what a bad guy would do to you in a fantasy novel? I had to prioritize though, and asking about why he lived here came first.
“So, Myd, does everyone with your...brain problem have an apartment like this?” I wondered.
He burst into laughter. “Oh goodness no! Most people don't have to hide like I do. It would cause terrific instability if Zimara found out I were dying from the thing that had infected my mind.” He paused, looking suddenly very anxious. “You won't say anything, will you? It's a secret, you see.”
Only then did I think to use my lie detector powers. I activated them, despite the weird as fuck visuals. “What is your job?”
“I do things around the Palace. Well, I did things. Not so much anymore,” he said.
The lie detector told me this were the truth.
Something bugged me, though. Something seriously fucking bugged me. Who would the mysterious “they” bother to hide in a Palace because he would cause instability for the whole damn planet if he were found out? That kind of shit only occurred if the hidden person were some kind of major political figure or something.
“You're some kind of political person, aren't you?” I asked.
Myd nodded. “I was quite at the head of things, really. Though my Breaker did the major ruling. Often you could say I provided decoration and moral support. It's not always like that with Breakers and Broken, but often enough it is. Funny thing is I was born to it and he wasn't.”
Wait, what? Ruling? As in being King of the fucking planet kind of ruling? As in this vacant-eyed man in the pink fucking pajamas were one of the fucking Kings of the whole Zimaran Kingdom? What in the ever-loving, shining, sparking fuck?