Happy Holidays, Empy! Fic: "Under Seige"
title: Under Seige
gift recipient: empy
Author: hllangel
Summary: Crowley thinks the 14th century is the most bloody boring century on Go-‘s green earth. Famine, War, and Pestilence think differently. War/Famine/Pestilence, Famine/Pestilence
Rating: NC-17
author's notes: I know this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
As quietly as the night, she crept into the castle, intent on speaking to whatever upstart had declared himself King. Not to discourage him, as the rightful king thought when he sent her on this midnight errand, but to tell him that he really did have a valid claim to the throne through his mother’s mother’s second husband’s sister’s cousin. He’d believe her, she knew, because he wanted to believe. The numerous castles and feuding families simply added fuel to the fire of poor communication and weak royals. Whoever had set up this system was a genius. Crawly, Crawler, whatever his name was, really knew what he was doing up here. She’d heard the rumors that he’d been here since the beginning, and this feudal system was proof enough. Only someone who was well acquainted with the human mind could make this sort of system work.
Her meeting with the upstart king went better than she dared hope. On the excuse of exhaustion, she’d convinced the king to send a new messenger back in her place. Let the fighting begin, she thought. Suddenly hungry after her travels and the meeting, she crept down to the kitchen, expecting to find it completely empty. And it was, at first glance. As she started towards the king’s larder, a voice from the deepest shadows startled her.
“Are you sure about that?” it asked. “If you steal from the king’s stock, he’s sure to behead at least one of his servants.”
She smiled.
“But of course,” the voice continued, “you would want that to happen.” A thin, pale man dressed in the finest black brocade stepped out of the shadows. Centuries later, his description would be changed to ‘slim’, and he’d have millions of people trying to look just like him. In these times, however, he looked sickly and pale. He liked it, though.
“Fancy seeing you here, Famine,” she said, continuing her path to the larder, “though of course, a castle under siege must be a wonderful opportunity for you.”
“I’ve been following your act for a while now, my dear. You leave a castle locked in war, I come in and tweak the situation a bit. We both get in on the act and these poor humans suffer. I believe that Pestilence is hanging around either the moat or the well at the moment.”
“I haven’t seen him for awhile, though I’ve seen his work. He’s getting to be quite the artist, isn’t he?”
“As are you, my dear.” He smiled. Or at least, it could be called a smile. His lips turned up exposing perfect teeth, but it couldn’t be called truly friendly. “Come, my dear. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you. What’s say we stick around here with Pestilence for awhile. I’m sure we’ll find a way to occupy ourselves.”
He turned and walked up the steps, pausing at the top to make sure she was following. He led her through the interior maze of the castle, stopping at a dingy door in a poorly lit hallway. Inside was a rough blanket draped over a straw mattress on a rotting wooden frame. She was surprised. Given the rich air of his clothing, she expected his room to match.
“Am I to believe that you are sleeping in this pig sty?” she asked.
“Most assuredly not. Pestilence will be meeting us here in a few minutes. After which, we’ll retire to my chambers, which are, indeed, next to the king’s own.”
“A nice reunion,” she reflected. “Remember the last one?”
“But of course, my dear. I was hoping we might do the same tonight.” This time, his smile was hungry; and it made her heart race in anticipation. It had been years since they had all been in the same place. And this castle had everything to keep them occupied. A central water supply and bad sewage system for Pestilence, a single food cellar for Famine and a phony King intent on imposing his rule for her. Indeed, they could settle here for quite a while.
She stepped closer to him and reached out to tangle her sharp fingernails in his long, but perfectly straight hair. It took quite a bit to disturb the strands, but tonight, she was intent on making it into a rat’s nest. Swiftly, she pinned him to the wall, pressing her shapely body against his thin one. She knew he could feel her breasts against his chest, just as she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach. He pulled off her hat to let her long, red hair tumble over her shoulders as she pressed her lips against his hard enough to stop his breathing. Not that it mattered. They really didn’t need oxygen to survive.
Despite the fact that she had him pinned against the wall, they were fighting tooth and nail for control of the situation. When his mouth went slack beneath hers and his body arched seeking more contact, she knew she’d won this round. Not breaking their kiss, she reached between them and forcefully pulled open that exquisite jacket, scattering threads and buttons everywhere. She shoved the jacket partway off his shoulders, effectively confining his hands to his sides. She moved to suck on his ear and her hands scratched lightly down his chest before clawing at the leather fastening of his front piece. Eventually, it too gave way, and he spilled out of it, his penis hard and throbbing, and looking disproportionably thick on his thin frame. She used one fingernail to scrape up the underside and over the head. His hips bucked in response, whether from pain or pleasure, she couldn’t tell. She really didn’t think it mattered anyway. He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall as she bit down on his neck, above his jugular.
Neither of them noticed the rightful owner of the room return. The first they noticed him was after he’d shed his own clothing and pressed against War from behind, snaking one hand into her tunic to fondle her breast and using the other to reach out and tweak Famine’s nipple. Famine tried to reach out to the newcomer, but his arms were still trapped by his jacket. Frustrated, he pulled away from the wall to let his jacket fall to the floor. As War turned to kiss Pestilence, Famine used his hands to take in as much as he could of his two companions. As ever, they were unchanged, and their forms were as familiar under his hands as his own. Yet every time they felt a bit different. Textures changed depending on what they had been doing. Pestilence felt smooth and soft, War was tough and slick. He knew his own was fairly soft and thin, decorated with various indentations and bumps from his bones.
At that War lost every bit of inclination to move them out of this room and to somewhere nicer. She simply wanted to be in a bed, immediately. They could move later, once they were all sated for the moment. She pushed back against Pestilence and pulled Famine by his hair. The three of them moved in a tangle of arms, legs and hair, and eventually managed to find the bed, collapsing on it as though their legs would no longer hold them together. She supposed that much was true. She snaked down and took Pestilence into her mouth, scraping him a bit with her teeth, and sinking her nails into his sac, just enough to hurt a bit without putting him off his game. She like it rough, and couldn’t imagine that anyone else would want anything different. She felt Famine’s thinner cock start to slip into her slowly, and she shoved back, nearly toppling him off the bed as she did so. He caught himself by her hair, causing her to bite down a bit more than necessary on Pestilence. He didn’t seem to mind. He arched back even further, muscles taught as a bowstring as she sucked even harder to make up for the bite. Famine was grabbing her breasts and thrusting wildly, causing the rotting bed frame to creak and moan. Another thrust, and it crumbled around them, not that they noticed, really. War’s fingernails were creating red crisscrossed marks on Pestilence’s chest as she struggled for leverage between the two men. Famine’s finger’s came around to pinch her nipples and she lost it. She convulsed around Famine, feeling him stiffen up and release his seed inside her, and at the same time, Pestilence’s balls tightened into is body and he spilled down her throat. She crawled up to lay beside him and Famine collapsed on top of both of them. All three fell asleep.
Hours later, when they were awake and dressed once more, Famine led them to his wonderfully decorated rooms. Still exhausted, War lay down on the bed at once and again fell into a deep sleep. The next time she woke, she stretched sensuously, expecting to feel two sets of hands descend on her at once. When it didn’t happen, she opened her eyes to see why her two partners were not being as attentive as they should. The answer was immediately clear. There, on the other side of the room in front of a roaring fire were the two, oblivious to the world around them. They were kissing as though the world were about to end. They’d obviously been at it for quite a while. Neither of them were breathing (which was an advantage for them, they never had to stop), and she could clearly see white liquid splashed on both of their stomachs, faces and hands. And they were still at each other. In one swift movement, Famine pushed Pestilence on his back and thrust into him, pulling his legs up over his shoulders. Damn, but Pestilence was flexible. They were still kissing. They’d never stopped. Both of Pestilence’s hands were grabbing at Famine’s arse cheeks, and Famine was furiously pumping Pestilence’s cock. She saw Famine clench and knew that he must be coming inside of his partner, though she saw Pestilence spill out liquid as white as his name. Neither stopped thrusting, though. What on earth had allowed them to keep going like this? They’d been going for at least 3 orgasms now, judging from the looks of things. And they showed no signs of coming up for air, so to speak. Relaxing against the pillows, War sat back to enjoy the show.
It continued for another 2 hours, the time between orgasms growing with each one, and at last, the two were sated. They noticed that she was awake and came back to the bed with her, where they started all over again.
She decided that they would stay until they grew tired of each other, or there were no people left around them. Knowing her two companions, it would probably be the latter. It was going to be a good few years.
Happy Holidays, empy, from your Secret Writer!
gift recipient: empy
Author: hllangel
Summary: Crowley thinks the 14th century is the most bloody boring century on Go-‘s green earth. Famine, War, and Pestilence think differently. War/Famine/Pestilence, Famine/Pestilence
Rating: NC-17
author's notes: I know this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
As quietly as the night, she crept into the castle, intent on speaking to whatever upstart had declared himself King. Not to discourage him, as the rightful king thought when he sent her on this midnight errand, but to tell him that he really did have a valid claim to the throne through his mother’s mother’s second husband’s sister’s cousin. He’d believe her, she knew, because he wanted to believe. The numerous castles and feuding families simply added fuel to the fire of poor communication and weak royals. Whoever had set up this system was a genius. Crawly, Crawler, whatever his name was, really knew what he was doing up here. She’d heard the rumors that he’d been here since the beginning, and this feudal system was proof enough. Only someone who was well acquainted with the human mind could make this sort of system work.
Her meeting with the upstart king went better than she dared hope. On the excuse of exhaustion, she’d convinced the king to send a new messenger back in her place. Let the fighting begin, she thought. Suddenly hungry after her travels and the meeting, she crept down to the kitchen, expecting to find it completely empty. And it was, at first glance. As she started towards the king’s larder, a voice from the deepest shadows startled her.
“Are you sure about that?” it asked. “If you steal from the king’s stock, he’s sure to behead at least one of his servants.”
She smiled.
“But of course,” the voice continued, “you would want that to happen.” A thin, pale man dressed in the finest black brocade stepped out of the shadows. Centuries later, his description would be changed to ‘slim’, and he’d have millions of people trying to look just like him. In these times, however, he looked sickly and pale. He liked it, though.
“Fancy seeing you here, Famine,” she said, continuing her path to the larder, “though of course, a castle under siege must be a wonderful opportunity for you.”
“I’ve been following your act for a while now, my dear. You leave a castle locked in war, I come in and tweak the situation a bit. We both get in on the act and these poor humans suffer. I believe that Pestilence is hanging around either the moat or the well at the moment.”
“I haven’t seen him for awhile, though I’ve seen his work. He’s getting to be quite the artist, isn’t he?”
“As are you, my dear.” He smiled. Or at least, it could be called a smile. His lips turned up exposing perfect teeth, but it couldn’t be called truly friendly. “Come, my dear. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you. What’s say we stick around here with Pestilence for awhile. I’m sure we’ll find a way to occupy ourselves.”
He turned and walked up the steps, pausing at the top to make sure she was following. He led her through the interior maze of the castle, stopping at a dingy door in a poorly lit hallway. Inside was a rough blanket draped over a straw mattress on a rotting wooden frame. She was surprised. Given the rich air of his clothing, she expected his room to match.
“Am I to believe that you are sleeping in this pig sty?” she asked.
“Most assuredly not. Pestilence will be meeting us here in a few minutes. After which, we’ll retire to my chambers, which are, indeed, next to the king’s own.”
“A nice reunion,” she reflected. “Remember the last one?”
“But of course, my dear. I was hoping we might do the same tonight.” This time, his smile was hungry; and it made her heart race in anticipation. It had been years since they had all been in the same place. And this castle had everything to keep them occupied. A central water supply and bad sewage system for Pestilence, a single food cellar for Famine and a phony King intent on imposing his rule for her. Indeed, they could settle here for quite a while.
She stepped closer to him and reached out to tangle her sharp fingernails in his long, but perfectly straight hair. It took quite a bit to disturb the strands, but tonight, she was intent on making it into a rat’s nest. Swiftly, she pinned him to the wall, pressing her shapely body against his thin one. She knew he could feel her breasts against his chest, just as she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach. He pulled off her hat to let her long, red hair tumble over her shoulders as she pressed her lips against his hard enough to stop his breathing. Not that it mattered. They really didn’t need oxygen to survive.
Despite the fact that she had him pinned against the wall, they were fighting tooth and nail for control of the situation. When his mouth went slack beneath hers and his body arched seeking more contact, she knew she’d won this round. Not breaking their kiss, she reached between them and forcefully pulled open that exquisite jacket, scattering threads and buttons everywhere. She shoved the jacket partway off his shoulders, effectively confining his hands to his sides. She moved to suck on his ear and her hands scratched lightly down his chest before clawing at the leather fastening of his front piece. Eventually, it too gave way, and he spilled out of it, his penis hard and throbbing, and looking disproportionably thick on his thin frame. She used one fingernail to scrape up the underside and over the head. His hips bucked in response, whether from pain or pleasure, she couldn’t tell. She really didn’t think it mattered anyway. He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall as she bit down on his neck, above his jugular.
Neither of them noticed the rightful owner of the room return. The first they noticed him was after he’d shed his own clothing and pressed against War from behind, snaking one hand into her tunic to fondle her breast and using the other to reach out and tweak Famine’s nipple. Famine tried to reach out to the newcomer, but his arms were still trapped by his jacket. Frustrated, he pulled away from the wall to let his jacket fall to the floor. As War turned to kiss Pestilence, Famine used his hands to take in as much as he could of his two companions. As ever, they were unchanged, and their forms were as familiar under his hands as his own. Yet every time they felt a bit different. Textures changed depending on what they had been doing. Pestilence felt smooth and soft, War was tough and slick. He knew his own was fairly soft and thin, decorated with various indentations and bumps from his bones.
At that War lost every bit of inclination to move them out of this room and to somewhere nicer. She simply wanted to be in a bed, immediately. They could move later, once they were all sated for the moment. She pushed back against Pestilence and pulled Famine by his hair. The three of them moved in a tangle of arms, legs and hair, and eventually managed to find the bed, collapsing on it as though their legs would no longer hold them together. She supposed that much was true. She snaked down and took Pestilence into her mouth, scraping him a bit with her teeth, and sinking her nails into his sac, just enough to hurt a bit without putting him off his game. She like it rough, and couldn’t imagine that anyone else would want anything different. She felt Famine’s thinner cock start to slip into her slowly, and she shoved back, nearly toppling him off the bed as she did so. He caught himself by her hair, causing her to bite down a bit more than necessary on Pestilence. He didn’t seem to mind. He arched back even further, muscles taught as a bowstring as she sucked even harder to make up for the bite. Famine was grabbing her breasts and thrusting wildly, causing the rotting bed frame to creak and moan. Another thrust, and it crumbled around them, not that they noticed, really. War’s fingernails were creating red crisscrossed marks on Pestilence’s chest as she struggled for leverage between the two men. Famine’s finger’s came around to pinch her nipples and she lost it. She convulsed around Famine, feeling him stiffen up and release his seed inside her, and at the same time, Pestilence’s balls tightened into is body and he spilled down her throat. She crawled up to lay beside him and Famine collapsed on top of both of them. All three fell asleep.
Hours later, when they were awake and dressed once more, Famine led them to his wonderfully decorated rooms. Still exhausted, War lay down on the bed at once and again fell into a deep sleep. The next time she woke, she stretched sensuously, expecting to feel two sets of hands descend on her at once. When it didn’t happen, she opened her eyes to see why her two partners were not being as attentive as they should. The answer was immediately clear. There, on the other side of the room in front of a roaring fire were the two, oblivious to the world around them. They were kissing as though the world were about to end. They’d obviously been at it for quite a while. Neither of them were breathing (which was an advantage for them, they never had to stop), and she could clearly see white liquid splashed on both of their stomachs, faces and hands. And they were still at each other. In one swift movement, Famine pushed Pestilence on his back and thrust into him, pulling his legs up over his shoulders. Damn, but Pestilence was flexible. They were still kissing. They’d never stopped. Both of Pestilence’s hands were grabbing at Famine’s arse cheeks, and Famine was furiously pumping Pestilence’s cock. She saw Famine clench and knew that he must be coming inside of his partner, though she saw Pestilence spill out liquid as white as his name. Neither stopped thrusting, though. What on earth had allowed them to keep going like this? They’d been going for at least 3 orgasms now, judging from the looks of things. And they showed no signs of coming up for air, so to speak. Relaxing against the pillows, War sat back to enjoy the show.
It continued for another 2 hours, the time between orgasms growing with each one, and at last, the two were sated. They noticed that she was awake and came back to the bed with her, where they started all over again.
She decided that they would stay until they grew tired of each other, or there were no people left around them. Knowing her two companions, it would probably be the latter. It was going to be a good few years.
Happy Holidays, empy, from your Secret Writer!