Desire Like Iron
This is Part Eight in a series. Also, it's NSFW.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
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Luck would have it that Maris' family owned a large house in one of the nicer districts of the city. The streets were wider than the narrow-alley-filled place where she had leader us earlier. The house could not be called a manor or anything like that, but there were multiple rooms, two stories plus an attic and a small yard out in back. Houses of a similar type stood next to it on either side. Perhaps it wasn't the most private location, but as we had nowhere else to go and no other allies, we stayed at Maris' house. Like every other structure in Purple Haven, the house was made of brick.
When I asked if her family would mind, Maris told us they were “away.” She refused to say any more than that. I didn't press the matter. Upon seeing the wooden-and-purple-fabric furniture in the sitting room, I stayed silent as well. So much purple still unnerved me, but I figured it was not my place to complain.
Egan, of course, did not stay so silent. “Oh, your furniture matches my eyes!” He had dropped his blue-eyed disguise now that Maris had revealed him for what he was.
Finbar sat on the couch, staring into space. He had let his shadows crawl over his clothes as everyone here knew about them. I sat down and tried to put my arms around him, hoping to offer some measure of comfort.
He whispered, “Breccan, I - I just want to be alone right now.”
I startled and drew back my arms. Maris and Egan watched us. She looked sharp and observant, while Egan smirked in that way only he could.
“I'll let you be. I'm...sorry about everything,” I said.
“Not your fault,” he answered, “but I need time to think.”
“Alright.” I got off the couch and headed up the rather steep wooden stairs to the second-floor room I was sharing with Finbar. It contained one wide bed, which suited me fine. The bed was made of dark wood, much like the rest of the furniture, while the sheets and blankets were, of course, purple.
Admittedly, my chest hurt with the way Finbar didn't want to talk right now. I understood it, though. How could anybody easily deal with being told they were some kind of Chosen One? Especially as Egan had said “not now” when asked what that actually entailed?
I didn't go to sit on the bed, instead staring at the blank wooden paneled walls. Finbar had it worse than I did, but I had no idea what to do, either.
“Is that wall really so interesting?” Egan asked
Upon hearing his voice, I jumped backwards, nearly falling down. What did he want?
“You've been avoiding me.”
I turned around. “We don't have any reason to talk. You won't discuss Finbar's duties with him, so why bother me now?”
Egan said, “Finbar wasn't even supposed to know yet that he's a Chosen One. The secret slipped out, but that doesn't mean I can just say everything all at once.”
“So, again, why bother me?” I avoid his soul-piercing violet eyes, though I felt them burn into me.
“I can't have a nice chat with my friend?” he wondered.
I stammered, “I - I don't see the point of that.”
“You don't see the point of spending time with someone as lovely as you are?”
My cheeks grew hot. Egan laughed. He said, “I see you're blushing.”
“I am not!” I retorted, though I knew it was a lie.
He walked over to me and cupped my chin in his hand. Immediately, I felt that familiar lightning-like sensation return. I froze. Egan smiled, pulling me closer. Unfortunately, I was powerless to stop him when he leaned in and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my body. Automatically, I returned the gesture, embracing him. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it as pleasure flooded through me.
I thought maybe Egan would release me, but instead he pushed his tongue forward. While I should have refused him, I let him do this. I opened my mouth and even pushed my own tongue forward to play against his. My actions weren't my own, or I wished they weren't. When Egan got too close, desire destroyed the rational parts of me.
Egan's hand slid lower and lower, coming to rest on my rear. I really should have stopped him then. He squeezed me there, and I still didn't pull way. Egan ended up being the first to break the kiss. Without moving his hand from my behind, he whispered “Enjoying yourself, are you?”
For several moments, no words came to me. Finally, I managed, “This - this isn't a good idea.”
“Oh, because of Finbar?” he asked.
“O-obviously.”
He replied, “You clearly want to, though. And doesn't that say something?”
Nothing! It said nothing! Egan's tricks didn't mean anything for my relationship with Finbar, only they did. If I truly loved him, would I feel such things for Egan? Would I give in so easily?
Smiling, Egan let go of me, though he didn't back away. He trailed a finger down my chest. Too-pleasant sparks traveled through me, and I felt an ache building between my legs. Not now, I thought.
He looked down. “Can Finbar do that to you so easily?”
Much to my shame, I was already obviously hard. I stammered, “That - that's...”
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. You can't help if you feel things for me, stronger than you do for Finbar. Whom you want isn't necessarily under your control.”
I didn't want Egan, not really. I said, “I w-want Finbar!” Was that the truth, or was I merely trying to convince myself?
Egan asked, “You want Finbar, so you kissed me?”
He walked behind me and put his arms around my waist. I stood there, still not fighting him off. That ache grew worse, begging for release.
Gathering what little willpower I had, I implored Egan, “P-please, I need to be alone right now.”
Egan purred, “You need to take care of that, don't you? Let me help.”
He slid one hand under my shirt and started undoing my trousers with the other. After asking him to leave me alone, I didn't have any willpower left for fighting him off, though I had plenty of desire. Quivering and barely able to stand up, I leaned back against Egan. He sighed with contentment. I felt my face burn as he dropped my trousers and underclothes to the ground. More than ever, I ached.
I begged, “Please,” though I didn't even know if I were asking for him to let me go or for him to do what he evidently planned.
Egan whispered, “I would be happy to.”
He began stroking me, gently. His other hand glided up and down my chest. My quivering grew worse. Such pleasure as I felt now should be impossible. It sparked through me as Egan worked my length with expert skill. His body was so warm, so wonderful against mine. I let out an inhuman moan as that ache grew ever stronger.
White light flashed behind my eyes, and my body tensed. As it released, the door flew open.
It was Finbar.
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written for 500themes prompt #35 - "Bound by Iron"
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
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Luck would have it that Maris' family owned a large house in one of the nicer districts of the city. The streets were wider than the narrow-alley-filled place where she had leader us earlier. The house could not be called a manor or anything like that, but there were multiple rooms, two stories plus an attic and a small yard out in back. Houses of a similar type stood next to it on either side. Perhaps it wasn't the most private location, but as we had nowhere else to go and no other allies, we stayed at Maris' house. Like every other structure in Purple Haven, the house was made of brick.
When I asked if her family would mind, Maris told us they were “away.” She refused to say any more than that. I didn't press the matter. Upon seeing the wooden-and-purple-fabric furniture in the sitting room, I stayed silent as well. So much purple still unnerved me, but I figured it was not my place to complain.
Egan, of course, did not stay so silent. “Oh, your furniture matches my eyes!” He had dropped his blue-eyed disguise now that Maris had revealed him for what he was.
Finbar sat on the couch, staring into space. He had let his shadows crawl over his clothes as everyone here knew about them. I sat down and tried to put my arms around him, hoping to offer some measure of comfort.
He whispered, “Breccan, I - I just want to be alone right now.”
I startled and drew back my arms. Maris and Egan watched us. She looked sharp and observant, while Egan smirked in that way only he could.
“I'll let you be. I'm...sorry about everything,” I said.
“Not your fault,” he answered, “but I need time to think.”
“Alright.” I got off the couch and headed up the rather steep wooden stairs to the second-floor room I was sharing with Finbar. It contained one wide bed, which suited me fine. The bed was made of dark wood, much like the rest of the furniture, while the sheets and blankets were, of course, purple.
Admittedly, my chest hurt with the way Finbar didn't want to talk right now. I understood it, though. How could anybody easily deal with being told they were some kind of Chosen One? Especially as Egan had said “not now” when asked what that actually entailed?
I didn't go to sit on the bed, instead staring at the blank wooden paneled walls. Finbar had it worse than I did, but I had no idea what to do, either.
“Is that wall really so interesting?” Egan asked
Upon hearing his voice, I jumped backwards, nearly falling down. What did he want?
“You've been avoiding me.”
I turned around. “We don't have any reason to talk. You won't discuss Finbar's duties with him, so why bother me now?”
Egan said, “Finbar wasn't even supposed to know yet that he's a Chosen One. The secret slipped out, but that doesn't mean I can just say everything all at once.”
“So, again, why bother me?” I avoid his soul-piercing violet eyes, though I felt them burn into me.
“I can't have a nice chat with my friend?” he wondered.
I stammered, “I - I don't see the point of that.”
“You don't see the point of spending time with someone as lovely as you are?”
My cheeks grew hot. Egan laughed. He said, “I see you're blushing.”
“I am not!” I retorted, though I knew it was a lie.
He walked over to me and cupped my chin in his hand. Immediately, I felt that familiar lightning-like sensation return. I froze. Egan smiled, pulling me closer. Unfortunately, I was powerless to stop him when he leaned in and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my body. Automatically, I returned the gesture, embracing him. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it as pleasure flooded through me.
I thought maybe Egan would release me, but instead he pushed his tongue forward. While I should have refused him, I let him do this. I opened my mouth and even pushed my own tongue forward to play against his. My actions weren't my own, or I wished they weren't. When Egan got too close, desire destroyed the rational parts of me.
Egan's hand slid lower and lower, coming to rest on my rear. I really should have stopped him then. He squeezed me there, and I still didn't pull way. Egan ended up being the first to break the kiss. Without moving his hand from my behind, he whispered “Enjoying yourself, are you?”
For several moments, no words came to me. Finally, I managed, “This - this isn't a good idea.”
“Oh, because of Finbar?” he asked.
“O-obviously.”
He replied, “You clearly want to, though. And doesn't that say something?”
Nothing! It said nothing! Egan's tricks didn't mean anything for my relationship with Finbar, only they did. If I truly loved him, would I feel such things for Egan? Would I give in so easily?
Smiling, Egan let go of me, though he didn't back away. He trailed a finger down my chest. Too-pleasant sparks traveled through me, and I felt an ache building between my legs. Not now, I thought.
He looked down. “Can Finbar do that to you so easily?”
Much to my shame, I was already obviously hard. I stammered, “That - that's...”
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. You can't help if you feel things for me, stronger than you do for Finbar. Whom you want isn't necessarily under your control.”
I didn't want Egan, not really. I said, “I w-want Finbar!” Was that the truth, or was I merely trying to convince myself?
Egan asked, “You want Finbar, so you kissed me?”
He walked behind me and put his arms around my waist. I stood there, still not fighting him off. That ache grew worse, begging for release.
Gathering what little willpower I had, I implored Egan, “P-please, I need to be alone right now.”
Egan purred, “You need to take care of that, don't you? Let me help.”
He slid one hand under my shirt and started undoing my trousers with the other. After asking him to leave me alone, I didn't have any willpower left for fighting him off, though I had plenty of desire. Quivering and barely able to stand up, I leaned back against Egan. He sighed with contentment. I felt my face burn as he dropped my trousers and underclothes to the ground. More than ever, I ached.
I begged, “Please,” though I didn't even know if I were asking for him to let me go or for him to do what he evidently planned.
Egan whispered, “I would be happy to.”
He began stroking me, gently. His other hand glided up and down my chest. My quivering grew worse. Such pleasure as I felt now should be impossible. It sparked through me as Egan worked my length with expert skill. His body was so warm, so wonderful against mine. I let out an inhuman moan as that ache grew ever stronger.
White light flashed behind my eyes, and my body tensed. As it released, the door flew open.
It was Finbar.
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written for 500themes prompt #35 - "Bound by Iron"