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In Service, Supernatural, Lucifer/Cas, NC17, Prompt #11
Title: In Service
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1458
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Lucifer's won and taken Castiel as a prisoner in a fantasy world.
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural; would like to so I can make the boyz do naughty things.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for wtf27 for prompt #11, Fantasy AU (traditional)
Castiel frowned his concern at his lord, then turned his attention to tightening the buckles on his breastplate. His fingers lingered on the design engraved on the gold embossed steel--a snaked entwined around a tree. Sighing softly he turned and picked up the heavy broadsword and gestured for his lord to raise his arms so he could strap it around his waist. As he turned for the helmet, his lord caught his chin, stilling him and raising Castiel's eyes to his.
The Lord of the Morning Star smiled. "It's only one small dragon, Castiel. Nothing to be alarmed about."
"I just worry, my lord," he murmured trying to drop his eyes even as he reveled in the gentle touch of calloused fingers.
The fingers trailed from his chin down over his neck, then lightly encircled his throat bound by a serf's collar. "I supposed you wouldn't be Castiel if you didn't." A light squeeze made Castiel gasp softly and his lord smiled again, then dropped his hand and reached for his armored gloves.
As Castiel followed him from the luxurious tent, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock beneath his woolen trews, silently willing away his arousal.
He helped his lord onto the waiting armored destrier, then waved him on his way with the rest of the company, ignoring the wenches' sighs and comments of his lord's beauty and manliness.
Heading across the encampment towards the kitchens he mentally listed all he needed to do before his lord's return.
His cock twitched again in anticipation. It had been several nights since they had lain together. He hoped after the victory his lord would wish to celebrate with bed pleasure.
*****
Castiel's lord's return was hailed by great cheers and as he stepped from the tent he watched Lord Morning Star slide from his horse, kiss a baby's cheek, stroke his hand over a pretty wench's head, slap a comrade in arms on the back, all while telling the tale of his bravery and mastery over the dragon that had been bedeviling the local villages.
Castiel waited patiently for his lord's attention, then basked in it as his lord patted his cheek and entered the tent, trailed by his servant. As he stripped him of his armor he eyed him carefully for any wounds, but the skin was unblemished, glowing a healthy gold in the candles' light.
"The bath is hot, my lord. Please take your ease and I will fetch your dinner, then bathe you."
"You pamper me, Castiel."
"Of course, my lord." As if he could do anything else.
His lord sank into the tub of hot water with a sigh of pleasure, and Castiel hurried away, returning quickly with a platter of the choicest cuts of meat and the freshest vegetables and bread made from the most expensive and cleanest of grains. Setting the platter near the fire to keep it warm, he knelt by the tub and picked up sweet smelling soap and a soft cloth. He bathed the sweat and grime of battle from his lord with efficient, if lingering strokes, then cupped his hands and filled them with water to wash his long, dark brown hair, massaging the soap into the locks, then rinsing them clean.
His lord rose dripping and Castiel dried him with warmed towels, then helped him into soft, linen breeches and a simple shirt, before guiding him to the table and fetching the food and a bottle of wine.
He poured a goblet and presented it, then knelt beside his lord, awaiting his pleasure.
"Do you wish me to regale you with my heroics?" his lord asked with a twist of his lips.
"If you desire it, my lord." Castiel knew his eyes were filled with adoration but he couldn't help it. He loved the Lord Morning Star, as all his subjects did.
He was granted an indulgent smile then, as he ate, his lord told him all about the trip through the dark wood, the dragon and its fiery breath, and the pretty wench he rescued and returned to her family.
"The men were talking about the possibility of changelings in a town a few days ride. Fairies." Castiel shuddered. "Will we be going there next?"
"Sounds promising. If we don't stop them, they'll move onto cattle mutilations next."
"Yes, my lord."
When the platter and goblet were empty, Castiel removed them, then puttered around the tent, cleaning and straightening the armor, polishing the sword, all the while feeling his lord's eyes on him. When he was done with his nightly chores, he turned and bowed his head. "Will you have need of anything else, my lord?"
His answer was a lecherous smirk and a crook of a finger. Hurrying over, he dropped to his knees between his lord's sprawled legs and reached for the cock tucked beneath expensive cloth. Freeing the drawstrings, he lowered the trews and slid one hand down the hardening shaft, then gently pulled it from the folds of cloth.
Castiel licked his lips and was rewarded with his lord's groan of pleasure, then he lowered his head and sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth. Pumping his hand along the length, he licked and kissed and suckled until his lord took control. At the feel of long fingers twining in his hair, Castiel moaned, then relaxed his throat and took the hard, deep thrust. His lord grunted and thrust again, filling his mouth, hitting the edge of his throat, then he pulled free and pushed Castiel back slightly. Lord Morning Star's face was flushed, his eyes glittering in the firelight, his cock hard, red and glistening with spittle.
"Get the oil and prepare yourself."
"Yes, my lord." Castiel jumped up eagerly, his own cock aching with need. Stripping off his coarse clothes, he found the vial of expensive, cinnamon scented oil, and knelt on the bed, sprawling across the griffon's fur. Dipping his fingers into the oil, he reached behind himself and slid them into his opening, pumping several times until the muscles slackened and he was hot and slippery. Spreading his legs, Castiel lowered his head to the pillows and smiled back at his lord who was approaching him, naked himself, his cock in one hand.
Lord Morning Star knelt between his legs, ran his free hand over his haunches, then pushed the head of his cock into him. "So lovely," he murmured, then grinned as Castiel thrust his hips back, taking him as deep as he could. "And such a slut." Those large hands gripped his hips, stilling his movements. "Tell me what you want, Castiel."
Castiel looked back again, knowing his eyes shown with blissful need. "For you to fuck me, Lord Lucifer, always and forever."
"And how could I deny such a plea?" Lucifer teased, then began to fuck with hard, deep strokes, making Castiel cry out every time he hit that sensitive spot inside him that made his cock throb.
But, Castiel didn't touch himself, waiting for permission, accepting that he was simply his lord's lustful receptacle.
With a groan, Lucifer climaxed and pulled out, his cock leaving glistening smears across Castiel's quivering buttocks. Replete, the Lord of the Morning Star collapsed on the soft mattress and ran his eyes over his flushed and eager servant. "Rise to your knees and pleasure yourself."
Obeying instantly, Castiel braced one hand on the mattress and wrapped the other around his aching cock. He came with three strokes, his lord's name on his lips.
"So pretty, Lucifer murmured. "You have pleased me tonight, Castiel. You may sleep at my feet." He yawned as he spoke, and turned on his side, wrapping a warm blanket around himself.
"Thank you, my lord," Castiel stuttered in delight, then quickly wiped his hand clean on his discarded shirt before slipping beneath the fur, a smile on his face. He had fulfilled his purpose. He had served and pleased his lord and owner. He was content.
As Castiel quickly fell asleep, Lucifer eyed him through Sam Winchester's amused eyes, and wondered if his little angel brother would have the nightmares tonight. Those of the real world, of Dean Winchester's brutal death, his own failures, their Father's abandonment, the ruination of humankind, and his own imprisonment as Lucifer's whore in a fantasy world. Would he awake as he often did, knowing the truth, fighting his older brother, crying out for a salvation that would never come?
Or would tomorrow finally be the day when this fantasy became Castiel's sleeping reality as well.
Lucifer hoped that time came soon. It was annoying to adjust his brother's memories every morning. So much more pleasureful to wake to Castiel's eager mouth on his cock, his serf's eyes full of adoration.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1458
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Lucifer's won and taken Castiel as a prisoner in a fantasy world.
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural; would like to so I can make the boyz do naughty things.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for wtf27 for prompt #11, Fantasy AU (traditional)
Castiel frowned his concern at his lord, then turned his attention to tightening the buckles on his breastplate. His fingers lingered on the design engraved on the gold embossed steel--a snaked entwined around a tree. Sighing softly he turned and picked up the heavy broadsword and gestured for his lord to raise his arms so he could strap it around his waist. As he turned for the helmet, his lord caught his chin, stilling him and raising Castiel's eyes to his.
The Lord of the Morning Star smiled. "It's only one small dragon, Castiel. Nothing to be alarmed about."
"I just worry, my lord," he murmured trying to drop his eyes even as he reveled in the gentle touch of calloused fingers.
The fingers trailed from his chin down over his neck, then lightly encircled his throat bound by a serf's collar. "I supposed you wouldn't be Castiel if you didn't." A light squeeze made Castiel gasp softly and his lord smiled again, then dropped his hand and reached for his armored gloves.
As Castiel followed him from the luxurious tent, he surreptitiously adjusted his cock beneath his woolen trews, silently willing away his arousal.
He helped his lord onto the waiting armored destrier, then waved him on his way with the rest of the company, ignoring the wenches' sighs and comments of his lord's beauty and manliness.
Heading across the encampment towards the kitchens he mentally listed all he needed to do before his lord's return.
His cock twitched again in anticipation. It had been several nights since they had lain together. He hoped after the victory his lord would wish to celebrate with bed pleasure.
*****
Castiel's lord's return was hailed by great cheers and as he stepped from the tent he watched Lord Morning Star slide from his horse, kiss a baby's cheek, stroke his hand over a pretty wench's head, slap a comrade in arms on the back, all while telling the tale of his bravery and mastery over the dragon that had been bedeviling the local villages.
Castiel waited patiently for his lord's attention, then basked in it as his lord patted his cheek and entered the tent, trailed by his servant. As he stripped him of his armor he eyed him carefully for any wounds, but the skin was unblemished, glowing a healthy gold in the candles' light.
"The bath is hot, my lord. Please take your ease and I will fetch your dinner, then bathe you."
"You pamper me, Castiel."
"Of course, my lord." As if he could do anything else.
His lord sank into the tub of hot water with a sigh of pleasure, and Castiel hurried away, returning quickly with a platter of the choicest cuts of meat and the freshest vegetables and bread made from the most expensive and cleanest of grains. Setting the platter near the fire to keep it warm, he knelt by the tub and picked up sweet smelling soap and a soft cloth. He bathed the sweat and grime of battle from his lord with efficient, if lingering strokes, then cupped his hands and filled them with water to wash his long, dark brown hair, massaging the soap into the locks, then rinsing them clean.
His lord rose dripping and Castiel dried him with warmed towels, then helped him into soft, linen breeches and a simple shirt, before guiding him to the table and fetching the food and a bottle of wine.
He poured a goblet and presented it, then knelt beside his lord, awaiting his pleasure.
"Do you wish me to regale you with my heroics?" his lord asked with a twist of his lips.
"If you desire it, my lord." Castiel knew his eyes were filled with adoration but he couldn't help it. He loved the Lord Morning Star, as all his subjects did.
He was granted an indulgent smile then, as he ate, his lord told him all about the trip through the dark wood, the dragon and its fiery breath, and the pretty wench he rescued and returned to her family.
"The men were talking about the possibility of changelings in a town a few days ride. Fairies." Castiel shuddered. "Will we be going there next?"
"Sounds promising. If we don't stop them, they'll move onto cattle mutilations next."
"Yes, my lord."
When the platter and goblet were empty, Castiel removed them, then puttered around the tent, cleaning and straightening the armor, polishing the sword, all the while feeling his lord's eyes on him. When he was done with his nightly chores, he turned and bowed his head. "Will you have need of anything else, my lord?"
His answer was a lecherous smirk and a crook of a finger. Hurrying over, he dropped to his knees between his lord's sprawled legs and reached for the cock tucked beneath expensive cloth. Freeing the drawstrings, he lowered the trews and slid one hand down the hardening shaft, then gently pulled it from the folds of cloth.
Castiel licked his lips and was rewarded with his lord's groan of pleasure, then he lowered his head and sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth. Pumping his hand along the length, he licked and kissed and suckled until his lord took control. At the feel of long fingers twining in his hair, Castiel moaned, then relaxed his throat and took the hard, deep thrust. His lord grunted and thrust again, filling his mouth, hitting the edge of his throat, then he pulled free and pushed Castiel back slightly. Lord Morning Star's face was flushed, his eyes glittering in the firelight, his cock hard, red and glistening with spittle.
"Get the oil and prepare yourself."
"Yes, my lord." Castiel jumped up eagerly, his own cock aching with need. Stripping off his coarse clothes, he found the vial of expensive, cinnamon scented oil, and knelt on the bed, sprawling across the griffon's fur. Dipping his fingers into the oil, he reached behind himself and slid them into his opening, pumping several times until the muscles slackened and he was hot and slippery. Spreading his legs, Castiel lowered his head to the pillows and smiled back at his lord who was approaching him, naked himself, his cock in one hand.
Lord Morning Star knelt between his legs, ran his free hand over his haunches, then pushed the head of his cock into him. "So lovely," he murmured, then grinned as Castiel thrust his hips back, taking him as deep as he could. "And such a slut." Those large hands gripped his hips, stilling his movements. "Tell me what you want, Castiel."
Castiel looked back again, knowing his eyes shown with blissful need. "For you to fuck me, Lord Lucifer, always and forever."
"And how could I deny such a plea?" Lucifer teased, then began to fuck with hard, deep strokes, making Castiel cry out every time he hit that sensitive spot inside him that made his cock throb.
But, Castiel didn't touch himself, waiting for permission, accepting that he was simply his lord's lustful receptacle.
With a groan, Lucifer climaxed and pulled out, his cock leaving glistening smears across Castiel's quivering buttocks. Replete, the Lord of the Morning Star collapsed on the soft mattress and ran his eyes over his flushed and eager servant. "Rise to your knees and pleasure yourself."
Obeying instantly, Castiel braced one hand on the mattress and wrapped the other around his aching cock. He came with three strokes, his lord's name on his lips.
"So pretty, Lucifer murmured. "You have pleased me tonight, Castiel. You may sleep at my feet." He yawned as he spoke, and turned on his side, wrapping a warm blanket around himself.
"Thank you, my lord," Castiel stuttered in delight, then quickly wiped his hand clean on his discarded shirt before slipping beneath the fur, a smile on his face. He had fulfilled his purpose. He had served and pleased his lord and owner. He was content.
As Castiel quickly fell asleep, Lucifer eyed him through Sam Winchester's amused eyes, and wondered if his little angel brother would have the nightmares tonight. Those of the real world, of Dean Winchester's brutal death, his own failures, their Father's abandonment, the ruination of humankind, and his own imprisonment as Lucifer's whore in a fantasy world. Would he awake as he often did, knowing the truth, fighting his older brother, crying out for a salvation that would never come?
Or would tomorrow finally be the day when this fantasy became Castiel's sleeping reality as well.
Lucifer hoped that time came soon. It was annoying to adjust his brother's memories every morning. So much more pleasureful to wake to Castiel's eager mouth on his cock, his serf's eyes full of adoration.
End