The Lash of His Tongue 1/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkgreenhoodloxleyApril 17 2012, 05:15:27 UTC
When I get the chance, I will kill you. Esca still smarts from the words. When Marcus spoke them earlier they were merely a pitiful retaliation. Esca hadn't deemed them worthy of a response
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The Lash of His Tongue 2/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkgreenhoodloxleyApril 17 2012, 05:16:26 UTC
Marcus is mending one of the fishing nets when the two warriors come come to get him. They kick at him, pulling him to his feet. There's no point in fighting though so he goes, letting himself be pushed along before them. When they come to the main hut, they shove him roughly through the door and he falls to his knees before all of them. Including Esca, who's sitting there beside the Seal Prince.
Marcus ducks his head before they can see the rage inside him. His cheek still stings from earlier. Get on your knees. Esca had ordered it with such fury. Now... Marcus doesn't know what to think. He's no longer certain of anything and all too aware of the danger surrounding him
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The Lash of His Tongue 3/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkgreenhoodloxleyApril 17 2012, 05:17:28 UTC
“Good.” Esca turns to say something to Lithian, then he looks back at Marcus. “Wait there.”
They're clearing a space in the middle of the hut around the fire. Marcus waits, and tries to still the twisting nervous sensation inside him. He watches Esca out of the corner of his eye.
At last Esca beckons to him.
The opponent the Seal Prince has chosen is a tall, well-muscled warrior. Marcus vaguely remembers him as one of the ones who was with Lithian when and his men first came across them.
You'd be dead in a ditch without me!
Marcus winces at the memory.
Someone shouts something at him, pushing Marcus forward. He half turns to... To what? Fight? Argue? Marcus himself doesn't know, and then Esca calls him across the hut.
“Marcus. Marcus moves forward automatically.“Where's the sword
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The Lash of His Tongue 5/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkgreenhoodloxleyApril 17 2012, 05:19:45 UTC
Marcus flees the hut as though his skin were aflame.
He goes to where the horses are penned, out of sight from the hut. There, he tries to catch his breath, but his heart is yet pounding. Even now his cock strains hungrily for Esca. The shame of it overwhelms Marcus and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a bellow of rage.
“Marcus.”
Marcus whirls. Esca stand there in the dark, a slender shadow of a man. A man Marcus should not want.
“Can you not leave me in peace?” Marcus shouts, his voice ragged. “Is it not enough that I ache from the sound of your voice...the insults you throw at me like I'm nothing but dust beneath your feet...that my cock stiffens at the mere thought of you using me.”
Tears sting his eyes. Tears of shame, and lust and confusion. Marcus brushes at them angrily.
Re: The Lash of His Tongue 5/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkariadnes_stringApril 19 2012, 02:41:45 UTC
I'm so sorry it took me so long to read this! There was complete family crisis/meltdown yesterday and today was spent picking up the pieces-but reading this was such a consolation!
What a great take on the scenario! Esca dressing Marcus down verbally is amazingly hot!
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Marcus ducks his head before they can see the rage inside him. His cheek still stings from earlier. Get on your knees. Esca had ordered it with such fury. Now... Marcus doesn't know what to think. He's no longer certain of anything and all too aware of the danger surrounding him ( ... )
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They're clearing a space in the middle of the hut around the fire. Marcus waits, and tries to still the twisting nervous sensation inside him. He watches Esca out of the corner of his eye.
At last Esca beckons to him.
The opponent the Seal Prince has chosen is a tall, well-muscled warrior. Marcus vaguely remembers him as one of the ones who was with Lithian when and his men first came across them.
You'd be dead in a ditch without me!
Marcus winces at the memory.
Someone shouts something at him, pushing Marcus forward. He half turns to... To what? Fight? Argue? Marcus himself doesn't know, and then Esca calls him across the hut.
“Marcus. Marcus moves forward automatically.“Where's the sword ( ... )
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He goes to where the horses are penned, out of sight from the hut. There, he tries to catch his breath, but his heart is yet pounding. Even now his cock strains hungrily for Esca. The shame of it overwhelms Marcus and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a bellow of rage.
“Marcus.”
Marcus whirls. Esca stand there in the dark, a slender shadow of a man. A man Marcus should not want.
“Can you not leave me in peace?” Marcus shouts, his voice ragged. “Is it not enough that I ache from the sound of your voice...the insults you throw at me like I'm nothing but dust beneath your feet...that my cock stiffens at the mere thought of you using me.”
Tears sting his eyes. Tears of shame, and lust and confusion. Marcus brushes at them angrily.
“Come here.” Esca orders.
“I am not your slave!” Marcus shouts ( ... )
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What a great take on the scenario! Esca dressing Marcus down verbally is amazingly hot!
thanks you for writing this!!
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