Archives: Faisal vs. Varen part 2
Title: Archives: Faisal vs. Varen part 2
Author: charisstoma
Rating: M
Summary: Dragons are a crafty sort who don’t always play fair. They are know to cheat to gain what they want. Varen is a dragon djinn. I think you can see where this is leading.
Word count: 1770
Faisal remembered his mother quoting a djinn folktale. Something about, ‘it's a funny thing about dragon bites, once bitten the victim wants more and the dragon doesn't like allow their victim to escape.’ He cautioned himself to keep well away from Varen’s mouth or for that matter any other part of Varen. If only the dratted dragon djinn would stop brushing up against him at frequent and odd moments when Faisal’s attention was distracted. Faisal felt stalked though he knew his suspected stalker had valid reason to be in his vicinity so he couldn’t really complain. If only his libido wasn’t totally on board with that stalking while his mind and instincts were telling him to run fast and far.
Reading had been one of his favorite pastimes as a djinnling, of course how else did he choose his present avocation. Reading about the psychology of predators and their prey had held an especial allure. So Faisal knew that if he did run it would more than likely cause an instinctual response from Varen if he did happen to be pursuing him. He’d most assuredly end up pinned under a very large dragon in no time was his best guesstimate. Blood flowed out of his brain and started pooling in his head, the smaller one.. located lower down his body.. having a mind of its own.
Meep! Was becoming common in both his mental and spoken, when he didn’t catch himself in time, vocabulary.
Faisal did a lot of walking to try and wear himself out enough to be able to fall asleep at night. He’d even taken to jogging through the darkened corridors, down the ramps leading to lower levels, up the ramps to the higher levels. Never did he notice the very large shadow that paced in clandestine pursuit of him. But more often than not did he just happen, on reaching the entrance to his temporary rooms, to find Varen brushing against his body on his way to his own set of rooms. Once or twice Faisal thought he’d felt the swipe of a tongue on the back of his neck during these meetings. He’d meeped aloud each time and on replay could have sworn there was the hint of chuckling coming from the figure as it walked away from him.
Faisal had blessed the forethought that had made him relocate his rooms further away from the dragon djinn’s. Those were the nights of the phantom licks. He’d worn himself into unfulfilling sleep by sliding his cock through the grip of fingers while pushing his ass back against a large solid cushion, imagining it was Varen who was in the bed with him. Sleep would find him with the dragon’s name still shaped by his lips.
Those were the mornings after when Faisal realized that he needed to get laid badly before he did something as imprudent as climbing the dragon at the first opportunity regardless of where that was and who was there. So instead of letting the dragon take a bite of him he’d chosen a different but more discrete alternative. He’d put an anonymous advertisement out on the Archive’s blog system asking to get laid in a discrete location with no identities exchanged. He didn’t want to know who he had sex with and he certainly didn’t want the other individual to know who he was. There was an almost instant and riotous response. There’d been 10 acceptances within 5 short minutes which was more than enough, Faisal thought, to cut off any further applications. The applicant process was now done. He only needed to chose one of those responses, make arrangements for meeting in a room that was well distanced from his identity, disable the lighting, and contact his surrogate sex partner to set up the time. It was more difficult than ever knowing he was going to get laid in three days. He’d run until his body ached those 3 days and each and every night as he arrived at his room’s entrance he’d felt that phantom lick tingle on the skin of his neck as Varen passed by him.
When the night finally arrived he was as sexually keyed up as he’d ever been. He’d brought a ball gag for his mouth so that he’d not be calling out the name of the individual he really wanted to have fuck him. All the preparations were in place. As agreed, he’d opened and prepped himself generously with lube so there would be no need for waiting or fumbling in the dark, just a laying of his libido’s needs.
The door opened behind him, a faint breeze raising doubts of the intelligence of this meeting. Panic almost made him bolt naked out into the corridor but then unbidden his mind supplied the image of Varen and lust grabbed hold of his body shaking it with sharp hard wanting. Large hands settled on his shoulders, sliding lightly to his wrists. He could feel thumbs grazing seemingly in comfort over his back as the hands stroked down and then back up bringing with them his hands until his wrists were positioned together above his head. His partner was in control. ‘His’ free hand made a lazy journey over a nipple on its way to his fluttering belly where it rested splayed before jerking his ass back to solidly be held against the aroused body behind him. There was no retreat from this dominance and the gag prevented him from giving more than a needy moan. A tongue flicked up the rim of his ear then reversed its path in an open mouthed glide to suck lightly under the point of his jaw. Without thought he tipped his head exposing his neck in a move that was written in ancestral genes of submission to a lover. A commanding thigh wedged his legs wide, a finger testing his entrance and as the graze of teeth scraped over neck to shoulder, with a dip low of hips a wide blunt hardness was driven up into him. The room echoed with a deep purr and his own muffled moan. Faisal was lifted, effortlessly balanced on the impaling cock, and moved to the bed that Faisal knew was there and didn’t think to question how his partner could find in the dark. With his hands held captive against the mattress but his body too far away to gain any relief in friction, he was taken and taken again. Each time when his balls threatened to empty themselves in ecstasy , a hand would reach down to grasp them, massaging in a near painful clasp until the moment passed. This was no gentle loving.
With tears of frustration Faisal frantically sought the relief that had been postponed again and again. Finally control was ceded to him, the body behind him ceasing its movement, letting him impale himself over and over again to the heavy slap of flesh on flesh of his own making. Fingers reached up to tear the gag from his mouth and then returned to press up behind his balls. “Come for me my love,” was a harsh growl in his ear, teeth sinking into where shoulder met neck. Faisal had answered, calling out the name of the djinn he’d wanted and fought again wanting. Exhausted sleep fell upon him, claimed him away from consideration of what had seemed like a rite.
Once in the night a more gentle fucking had taken place. A warm tongue had licked the purpling bruise on his shoulder of any still escaping blood from the bite. When morning came, Faisal woke nestled in the comfort of his own bed without knowledge of having moved himself there.
The stiffness of muscles used past normal limits had him moving carefully to stand under the warm pummeling of the shower’s spray. He’d not be able to walk with his normal grace nor sit without some padding for a while. If to work off sexual tension had been his aim it should have succeeded but that wasn’t exactly what the result had been. His body hungered for Varen still but now the want was a low steady thrum of manageable need. Glancing at his mirrored image an oath ripped out that would have had his ass unable to sit for another reason if his parents had heard it while he was growing up. It would be very evident what he’d been up to in the night if anyone were to see the glory of the bite mark. Scarves were going to be a part of his clothing for some time. Perhaps he’d start a fashion trend was a wry thought as he left his rooms to find food with the other Archive residents.
Entering into the large busy chamber where meals were served, Faisal’s eyes were caught by a gaze that seemed made of smoldering ice and had his low steady need ignite into flames of aching must have. Only bloody clawed self discipline learned over years of training to be worthy to work in the Archive were what saved him from moving towards Varen to act in what was obscene in public. So movement forward was not a choice but movement away was impossible, his body unwilling to obey.
He watched as Varen retrieved a container of packaged food, thanking the meal provider as he did so, and looked on with dread as he walked towards him. If he got much closer, Faisal didn’t know if he could stop himself from the highly inappropriate behavior his body was demanding. When Varen stood within reaching distance, a small sob was all Faisal could force out through the melting drain of his control. A small smile warmed Varen’s lips as he murmured, “My Kitten,” and removed the scarf from concealing the bite, a soft kiss pressed there spreading a balm of confusing comfort before a demanding kiss was placed upon his mouth commanding entrance. The packet of food was placed in his stunned hands as remembered arms scooped him up and away to a pampering in a large dragon scented bed.
When Faisal got his mind back he planned to have the retaliation of beating his fists on the dragon djinn’s body. To adoring laughter, he did so as he rode impaled atop his lover calling out Varen‘s name as he rocked in time to the song of their loving. Much later he realized with a bemused smile that in the future his playful mate would more than likely be also surprising meeps out of him when he bent over to pick up some discarded piece of clothing.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: M
Summary: Dragons are a crafty sort who don’t always play fair. They are know to cheat to gain what they want. Varen is a dragon djinn. I think you can see where this is leading.
Word count: 1770
Faisal remembered his mother quoting a djinn folktale. Something about, ‘it's a funny thing about dragon bites, once bitten the victim wants more and the dragon doesn't like allow their victim to escape.’ He cautioned himself to keep well away from Varen’s mouth or for that matter any other part of Varen. If only the dratted dragon djinn would stop brushing up against him at frequent and odd moments when Faisal’s attention was distracted. Faisal felt stalked though he knew his suspected stalker had valid reason to be in his vicinity so he couldn’t really complain. If only his libido wasn’t totally on board with that stalking while his mind and instincts were telling him to run fast and far.
Reading had been one of his favorite pastimes as a djinnling, of course how else did he choose his present avocation. Reading about the psychology of predators and their prey had held an especial allure. So Faisal knew that if he did run it would more than likely cause an instinctual response from Varen if he did happen to be pursuing him. He’d most assuredly end up pinned under a very large dragon in no time was his best guesstimate. Blood flowed out of his brain and started pooling in his head, the smaller one.. located lower down his body.. having a mind of its own.
Meep! Was becoming common in both his mental and spoken, when he didn’t catch himself in time, vocabulary.
Faisal did a lot of walking to try and wear himself out enough to be able to fall asleep at night. He’d even taken to jogging through the darkened corridors, down the ramps leading to lower levels, up the ramps to the higher levels. Never did he notice the very large shadow that paced in clandestine pursuit of him. But more often than not did he just happen, on reaching the entrance to his temporary rooms, to find Varen brushing against his body on his way to his own set of rooms. Once or twice Faisal thought he’d felt the swipe of a tongue on the back of his neck during these meetings. He’d meeped aloud each time and on replay could have sworn there was the hint of chuckling coming from the figure as it walked away from him.
Faisal had blessed the forethought that had made him relocate his rooms further away from the dragon djinn’s. Those were the nights of the phantom licks. He’d worn himself into unfulfilling sleep by sliding his cock through the grip of fingers while pushing his ass back against a large solid cushion, imagining it was Varen who was in the bed with him. Sleep would find him with the dragon’s name still shaped by his lips.
Those were the mornings after when Faisal realized that he needed to get laid badly before he did something as imprudent as climbing the dragon at the first opportunity regardless of where that was and who was there. So instead of letting the dragon take a bite of him he’d chosen a different but more discrete alternative. He’d put an anonymous advertisement out on the Archive’s blog system asking to get laid in a discrete location with no identities exchanged. He didn’t want to know who he had sex with and he certainly didn’t want the other individual to know who he was. There was an almost instant and riotous response. There’d been 10 acceptances within 5 short minutes which was more than enough, Faisal thought, to cut off any further applications. The applicant process was now done. He only needed to chose one of those responses, make arrangements for meeting in a room that was well distanced from his identity, disable the lighting, and contact his surrogate sex partner to set up the time. It was more difficult than ever knowing he was going to get laid in three days. He’d run until his body ached those 3 days and each and every night as he arrived at his room’s entrance he’d felt that phantom lick tingle on the skin of his neck as Varen passed by him.
When the night finally arrived he was as sexually keyed up as he’d ever been. He’d brought a ball gag for his mouth so that he’d not be calling out the name of the individual he really wanted to have fuck him. All the preparations were in place. As agreed, he’d opened and prepped himself generously with lube so there would be no need for waiting or fumbling in the dark, just a laying of his libido’s needs.
The door opened behind him, a faint breeze raising doubts of the intelligence of this meeting. Panic almost made him bolt naked out into the corridor but then unbidden his mind supplied the image of Varen and lust grabbed hold of his body shaking it with sharp hard wanting. Large hands settled on his shoulders, sliding lightly to his wrists. He could feel thumbs grazing seemingly in comfort over his back as the hands stroked down and then back up bringing with them his hands until his wrists were positioned together above his head. His partner was in control. ‘His’ free hand made a lazy journey over a nipple on its way to his fluttering belly where it rested splayed before jerking his ass back to solidly be held against the aroused body behind him. There was no retreat from this dominance and the gag prevented him from giving more than a needy moan. A tongue flicked up the rim of his ear then reversed its path in an open mouthed glide to suck lightly under the point of his jaw. Without thought he tipped his head exposing his neck in a move that was written in ancestral genes of submission to a lover. A commanding thigh wedged his legs wide, a finger testing his entrance and as the graze of teeth scraped over neck to shoulder, with a dip low of hips a wide blunt hardness was driven up into him. The room echoed with a deep purr and his own muffled moan. Faisal was lifted, effortlessly balanced on the impaling cock, and moved to the bed that Faisal knew was there and didn’t think to question how his partner could find in the dark. With his hands held captive against the mattress but his body too far away to gain any relief in friction, he was taken and taken again. Each time when his balls threatened to empty themselves in ecstasy , a hand would reach down to grasp them, massaging in a near painful clasp until the moment passed. This was no gentle loving.
With tears of frustration Faisal frantically sought the relief that had been postponed again and again. Finally control was ceded to him, the body behind him ceasing its movement, letting him impale himself over and over again to the heavy slap of flesh on flesh of his own making. Fingers reached up to tear the gag from his mouth and then returned to press up behind his balls. “Come for me my love,” was a harsh growl in his ear, teeth sinking into where shoulder met neck. Faisal had answered, calling out the name of the djinn he’d wanted and fought again wanting. Exhausted sleep fell upon him, claimed him away from consideration of what had seemed like a rite.
Once in the night a more gentle fucking had taken place. A warm tongue had licked the purpling bruise on his shoulder of any still escaping blood from the bite. When morning came, Faisal woke nestled in the comfort of his own bed without knowledge of having moved himself there.
The stiffness of muscles used past normal limits had him moving carefully to stand under the warm pummeling of the shower’s spray. He’d not be able to walk with his normal grace nor sit without some padding for a while. If to work off sexual tension had been his aim it should have succeeded but that wasn’t exactly what the result had been. His body hungered for Varen still but now the want was a low steady thrum of manageable need. Glancing at his mirrored image an oath ripped out that would have had his ass unable to sit for another reason if his parents had heard it while he was growing up. It would be very evident what he’d been up to in the night if anyone were to see the glory of the bite mark. Scarves were going to be a part of his clothing for some time. Perhaps he’d start a fashion trend was a wry thought as he left his rooms to find food with the other Archive residents.
Entering into the large busy chamber where meals were served, Faisal’s eyes were caught by a gaze that seemed made of smoldering ice and had his low steady need ignite into flames of aching must have. Only bloody clawed self discipline learned over years of training to be worthy to work in the Archive were what saved him from moving towards Varen to act in what was obscene in public. So movement forward was not a choice but movement away was impossible, his body unwilling to obey.
He watched as Varen retrieved a container of packaged food, thanking the meal provider as he did so, and looked on with dread as he walked towards him. If he got much closer, Faisal didn’t know if he could stop himself from the highly inappropriate behavior his body was demanding. When Varen stood within reaching distance, a small sob was all Faisal could force out through the melting drain of his control. A small smile warmed Varen’s lips as he murmured, “My Kitten,” and removed the scarf from concealing the bite, a soft kiss pressed there spreading a balm of confusing comfort before a demanding kiss was placed upon his mouth commanding entrance. The packet of food was placed in his stunned hands as remembered arms scooped him up and away to a pampering in a large dragon scented bed.
When Faisal got his mind back he planned to have the retaliation of beating his fists on the dragon djinn’s body. To adoring laughter, he did so as he rode impaled atop his lover calling out Varen‘s name as he rocked in time to the song of their loving. Much later he realized with a bemused smile that in the future his playful mate would more than likely be also surprising meeps out of him when he bent over to pick up some discarded piece of clothing.