Ancient Wounds Pt10iii *warning-sexing in area*
Previous Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5i, 5ii, 6, 7, 8, 9i, 9ii, 10i, 10ii
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At this point of the evening, my sense of reason and inhibitions being what they were after the consumption of expensive alcohols, I, of course consented to my beau’s amorous advances.
My heart at once leapt into my throat as he tugged me by the sleeve further and further through throngs of snobbery, until he slyly disappeared up a spiralling hardwood staircase in one corridor-beckoning I should follow.
I need not have worried anyone might see us, the pompous remnants of the aristocracy were by far too busy and too drunk to pay us any notice, as indeed was I.
Before this night I had considered myself quite steady with my drink, but I am afraid to say this night had revealed to me-after around a bottle and a half of wine and some measurement of sherry-I was in fact, not.
My head spinning softly and a smile painted from ear to ear I followed my blonde mischievous one into the unknown darkness of the second story, catching but a glimpse of him letting his hair down, only to vanish into a shadowy bedchamber.
I heard nothing but a playful boyish laugh as a flicker of his golden hair caught the moonlights streaming from some unseen window. He was out of my glimpse for just a small moment.
I loved the way he laughed, it was carefree and laced with abandon, yet this laugh was something far sweeter. Something of sugary anticipation, perhaps.
He seemed to be leading me through a myriad of corridors, through the twists and turns of a forest of velveteen drapes and filigree candlesticks. My playful little nymph, I shall soon catch you…
I swung myself gaily about the threshold, and was greeted by a most awe inspiring vision. I had found myself in Emmanuel’s bedchambers, and sprawled before my hazy eyes upon a bed of green silk he lay, moon-white hair spilling over bare naked shoulders and chest.
“Lay with me?” he purred batting thick eyelashes and soul searching eyes “beautiful one”
My prince lay before me, offering himself up with the eyes of a saint looking as if he had tumble right out of a Michelangelo painting and lost his wings on the way.
I locked his door.
I said nothing but felt my heart quake as I fell down besides him, arms encircling his strong waist and lips crashing lustily into his, breath harsh and unsteady. I grew unfamiliarly hard for him.
My fingertips buried themselves into his golden hair, and my stomach let forth a rush of butterflies that flew invisibly about my whole being. My sense of time was so fluid, the wine inhibiting all else but my perception of him.
Before I knew he had ripped my white shirt and waistcoat from me, and began depositing a chain of sweetly linked kisses about my pale collarbone, interrupted only as I greedily sought to taste his full and flushed lips as often as breathing might permit.
In his detailing of my skin his hands often found their way into my long dark hair, which he pulled loose and let fall about the both of our faces.
We were in the blackened secrecy of his bedroom, and with his dominating kisses he claimed victory over me, and I lay beneath him, his prize, panting furious as he teased my ears with sweet nothings so quietly uttered.
His light skin was hot with our games and felt wonderful against the faintly cooler flesh of my waist, which he held close to him in an arm as the other trailed down my pale throat in the wake of tiny, chaste kisses.
“Mm, I realize perhaps…perhaps I am too bold Ville,” He breathed between the gentle sucking of my collar, slightly more sober now.
“Don’t play a fool, you know I adore you” I interrupted. He went on.
“But I feel as if I shan’t be able to go on unless-”
“Unless?” I sighed beneath him, my palm ghosting his lean torso, worshipping every solid inch of him. My throat became tight with anticipation.
“I have to know,” he resumed, but softer this time, laced in uncertainty and heavy with intimacy -
“Be mine? For me and no one else, would you remain? I haven’t much to give, but I can promise you one thing above all else-everything I have is yours if you would take it”
I leaned upward to brush our lips together gently, feeling shivers run cold up my spine, before opening them against his, more passionate than I had ever allowed.
I did not answer him right in the moment, but towards the end of that wanton touch let speak-
“Jonne,” I hushed, my voice low in seduction yet flooded with such an elation “I have been yours…since I first saw you”
We smiled to one another, even though we could barely see, completely contented that at last, our souls were bare to one another. And we craved that our bodies might be the same.
But a sense of shuddering revulsion shook through my vulnerable body as images of my Master lacerated my drunken heaven, and I was unbearably frightened at the prospect of being physically close to my would-be-over.
I had suffered the worst kind of cruelty at the hand of my keeper, for he had managed to inflict upon me the single most distressing syndrome imaginable: He had made me afraid to let someone have what he had taken.
My wingless angel saw my expression fall in the twilight, and was quick to caress my cheek in hopes I may find comfort.
“Ville,” crooned my beloved, shifting from me now sitting back on his hands between my thighs, gazing in a concerned thoughtfulness “I wouldn’t have you regretting me…”
I shook my head and did my best not to be distressed as he recoiled from me. It was true that I feared rejection still.
“No, please no” I pleaded, my hand reaching out to him, begging for his guiding touch “I want this”
“Then you shall have what you desire, as I have you”
Silently and without any clumsiness of limbs, he lay down against the emerald sheets at my side.
Within but moments of reassuring kisses his steady, delicate hand travelled down my moist torso, playing in delicate feathering motions upon the flesh there.
We lay naked against one another in the dark a time thereafter, my mind flickering between the planes of reality and a mysterious, nuance of a feeling. It was lust.
I had never felt desire, yet in the heated dark of a cherub’s chambers I burned with it, a smouldering ember amidst deep green silks lips locked with a purring angel.
The contrast of cold sheets against fevered bodies felt wonderful to me, and the remnants of the eve’s drink only served to let me enjoy all pleasurable things without worry.
I pondered upon small things about him, his little wonders if you will. How was his kiss deeper yet still as gentle? And was it perhaps, meant to be this way, by the way our hips complimented one another’s perfect in their unity?
Emmanuel’s kisses grew athirst, as did my reciprocations. My slender fingers found their wandering way to tender parts of him, which I spared no time in paying attention to-and was rewarded with lengthy moans.
A playful smile was cast as he held my hands above me, the sheets flung back revealing the ghostly white bodies playing beneath them.
He put two fingers to his full pink lips, still keeping my hands captive, which he took into his warm mouth gratefully, all watched from bellow by the smiling young man under him.
“Will it hurt?” The question was trivial of course, but after so many nights of ungodly rape the pain was all I knew in putting sensation to the act.
What was done to me was monstrous; I knew no pleasure in it. Yet I knew he had the power to change that.
“It’s alright, sweet one” He whispered kissing me once more in reassurance, hot breath upon my face “I am no stranger to the bodies of young men, I’ll take care of you”
The anxiety that had plagued me melted blissfully away, he was my love, he was my all. Let it be but that and no more. I no longer feared intimacy with him; I knew he would take the care he promised.
And by the lord he did. I closed my eyes slowly as his slicked fingers trailed themselves under me, and gasped just a little as they met with the sensitivity of my entrance.
His hips pressed gently into my own, body to body, skin to skin we lay amidst splendour, and I the young prince drank the spicy scent of his moist flesh as if it were the sweetest perfume.
“You mustn’t tense up my angel, it will hurt you more..” cooed my blonde beloved, and as his lips began to open against my own I felt the two wet digits slide up within me, slowly at first.
Oh, how I was wracked with such velvet gratification; I could not help but groan defencelessly.
All my muscles went deliciously limp and my love prepared me for him, his gentle touch not tainted by his visible desire pressed into the hardness of my own.
He began gentle movements to ease the passage into me, succeeding in reducing me to a blithering mass of shivers. If this be sin, let me never see the gates of heaven, I thought.
His delicate preparations over, I whimpered softly at the loss of such sweet contact. My Emmanuel drew himself over me, releasing my hands that then found themselves upon his hips as his fingertips veiled themselves in my hair.
There were no words, there needn’t have been any. Just the hum of heavy breath and soft coveting moans remained.
I was ready, he read me like the pages of an open book, telling him that I was for him alone...and that I would gladly always remain.
With the fluttering of green eyes I felt his strong length enter me, my whimpers of soft pain engulfed by hiss all-encompassing kiss.
He lay buried deep inside me as I writhed fiercely in a fit of baying rapture beneath him. The sting of our union began to fade into a dull, pleasing ache.
His hand wrapped itself about my pulsing member, taking me in gentle but begging strokes as together we sanctified his bed with the rites of love again and again.
I cried out his name in the hot dark as he hit inside me deep, causing great shudders of undeniable passion to cut through us both.
The searing heat in my belly grew stronger until his kisses ceased, and my Emmanuel released hard inside me, filling me up with him.
I found my climax seconds after as he rode out the remnants of his orgasm, still buried inside me to the hilt, my seed splattering against both our creamy coloured stomachs.
He remained inside me a short time after we both found our fulfilment, then withdrawing at my protest.
We lay upon our sides staring at one another dull-lidded, legs entwines against green silk amidst the pleasing scent of bodies and sex , nude as the day we were born.
He encircled my small waist with his awaiting arms, holding us close together in the dark. The door was locked, the green silk was used to clean us both of the night’s wonders and together we kissed one another until our lips were too sore to do so any longer.
As I drifted into a beautiful slumber, I could not help but think one thing-
That this bliss should only last.
………………..
Sweet Bam, you will never hear a word of my Emmanuel, rather live out your days in the knowledge you were my first. I would rather it be that way, because unlike my ancient angel…
…you are truly forever.Please, bare me no ill will, my love
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I really hope you liked the more recent installement :( major writers block going on atm *pouts*
:( Make a sad lil girl's day and help me with some costructive critisism? Much love and muffins: )
xxxx
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At this point of the evening, my sense of reason and inhibitions being what they were after the consumption of expensive alcohols, I, of course consented to my beau’s amorous advances.
My heart at once leapt into my throat as he tugged me by the sleeve further and further through throngs of snobbery, until he slyly disappeared up a spiralling hardwood staircase in one corridor-beckoning I should follow.
I need not have worried anyone might see us, the pompous remnants of the aristocracy were by far too busy and too drunk to pay us any notice, as indeed was I.
Before this night I had considered myself quite steady with my drink, but I am afraid to say this night had revealed to me-after around a bottle and a half of wine and some measurement of sherry-I was in fact, not.
My head spinning softly and a smile painted from ear to ear I followed my blonde mischievous one into the unknown darkness of the second story, catching but a glimpse of him letting his hair down, only to vanish into a shadowy bedchamber.
I heard nothing but a playful boyish laugh as a flicker of his golden hair caught the moonlights streaming from some unseen window. He was out of my glimpse for just a small moment.
I loved the way he laughed, it was carefree and laced with abandon, yet this laugh was something far sweeter. Something of sugary anticipation, perhaps.
He seemed to be leading me through a myriad of corridors, through the twists and turns of a forest of velveteen drapes and filigree candlesticks. My playful little nymph, I shall soon catch you…
I swung myself gaily about the threshold, and was greeted by a most awe inspiring vision. I had found myself in Emmanuel’s bedchambers, and sprawled before my hazy eyes upon a bed of green silk he lay, moon-white hair spilling over bare naked shoulders and chest.
“Lay with me?” he purred batting thick eyelashes and soul searching eyes “beautiful one”
My prince lay before me, offering himself up with the eyes of a saint looking as if he had tumble right out of a Michelangelo painting and lost his wings on the way.
I locked his door.
I said nothing but felt my heart quake as I fell down besides him, arms encircling his strong waist and lips crashing lustily into his, breath harsh and unsteady. I grew unfamiliarly hard for him.
My fingertips buried themselves into his golden hair, and my stomach let forth a rush of butterflies that flew invisibly about my whole being. My sense of time was so fluid, the wine inhibiting all else but my perception of him.
Before I knew he had ripped my white shirt and waistcoat from me, and began depositing a chain of sweetly linked kisses about my pale collarbone, interrupted only as I greedily sought to taste his full and flushed lips as often as breathing might permit.
In his detailing of my skin his hands often found their way into my long dark hair, which he pulled loose and let fall about the both of our faces.
We were in the blackened secrecy of his bedroom, and with his dominating kisses he claimed victory over me, and I lay beneath him, his prize, panting furious as he teased my ears with sweet nothings so quietly uttered.
His light skin was hot with our games and felt wonderful against the faintly cooler flesh of my waist, which he held close to him in an arm as the other trailed down my pale throat in the wake of tiny, chaste kisses.
“Mm, I realize perhaps…perhaps I am too bold Ville,” He breathed between the gentle sucking of my collar, slightly more sober now.
“Don’t play a fool, you know I adore you” I interrupted. He went on.
“But I feel as if I shan’t be able to go on unless-”
“Unless?” I sighed beneath him, my palm ghosting his lean torso, worshipping every solid inch of him. My throat became tight with anticipation.
“I have to know,” he resumed, but softer this time, laced in uncertainty and heavy with intimacy -
“Be mine? For me and no one else, would you remain? I haven’t much to give, but I can promise you one thing above all else-everything I have is yours if you would take it”
I leaned upward to brush our lips together gently, feeling shivers run cold up my spine, before opening them against his, more passionate than I had ever allowed.
I did not answer him right in the moment, but towards the end of that wanton touch let speak-
“Jonne,” I hushed, my voice low in seduction yet flooded with such an elation “I have been yours…since I first saw you”
We smiled to one another, even though we could barely see, completely contented that at last, our souls were bare to one another. And we craved that our bodies might be the same.
But a sense of shuddering revulsion shook through my vulnerable body as images of my Master lacerated my drunken heaven, and I was unbearably frightened at the prospect of being physically close to my would-be-over.
I had suffered the worst kind of cruelty at the hand of my keeper, for he had managed to inflict upon me the single most distressing syndrome imaginable: He had made me afraid to let someone have what he had taken.
My wingless angel saw my expression fall in the twilight, and was quick to caress my cheek in hopes I may find comfort.
“Ville,” crooned my beloved, shifting from me now sitting back on his hands between my thighs, gazing in a concerned thoughtfulness “I wouldn’t have you regretting me…”
I shook my head and did my best not to be distressed as he recoiled from me. It was true that I feared rejection still.
“No, please no” I pleaded, my hand reaching out to him, begging for his guiding touch “I want this”
“Then you shall have what you desire, as I have you”
Silently and without any clumsiness of limbs, he lay down against the emerald sheets at my side.
Within but moments of reassuring kisses his steady, delicate hand travelled down my moist torso, playing in delicate feathering motions upon the flesh there.
We lay naked against one another in the dark a time thereafter, my mind flickering between the planes of reality and a mysterious, nuance of a feeling. It was lust.
I had never felt desire, yet in the heated dark of a cherub’s chambers I burned with it, a smouldering ember amidst deep green silks lips locked with a purring angel.
The contrast of cold sheets against fevered bodies felt wonderful to me, and the remnants of the eve’s drink only served to let me enjoy all pleasurable things without worry.
I pondered upon small things about him, his little wonders if you will. How was his kiss deeper yet still as gentle? And was it perhaps, meant to be this way, by the way our hips complimented one another’s perfect in their unity?
Emmanuel’s kisses grew athirst, as did my reciprocations. My slender fingers found their wandering way to tender parts of him, which I spared no time in paying attention to-and was rewarded with lengthy moans.
A playful smile was cast as he held my hands above me, the sheets flung back revealing the ghostly white bodies playing beneath them.
He put two fingers to his full pink lips, still keeping my hands captive, which he took into his warm mouth gratefully, all watched from bellow by the smiling young man under him.
“Will it hurt?” The question was trivial of course, but after so many nights of ungodly rape the pain was all I knew in putting sensation to the act.
What was done to me was monstrous; I knew no pleasure in it. Yet I knew he had the power to change that.
“It’s alright, sweet one” He whispered kissing me once more in reassurance, hot breath upon my face “I am no stranger to the bodies of young men, I’ll take care of you”
The anxiety that had plagued me melted blissfully away, he was my love, he was my all. Let it be but that and no more. I no longer feared intimacy with him; I knew he would take the care he promised.
And by the lord he did. I closed my eyes slowly as his slicked fingers trailed themselves under me, and gasped just a little as they met with the sensitivity of my entrance.
His hips pressed gently into my own, body to body, skin to skin we lay amidst splendour, and I the young prince drank the spicy scent of his moist flesh as if it were the sweetest perfume.
“You mustn’t tense up my angel, it will hurt you more..” cooed my blonde beloved, and as his lips began to open against my own I felt the two wet digits slide up within me, slowly at first.
Oh, how I was wracked with such velvet gratification; I could not help but groan defencelessly.
All my muscles went deliciously limp and my love prepared me for him, his gentle touch not tainted by his visible desire pressed into the hardness of my own.
He began gentle movements to ease the passage into me, succeeding in reducing me to a blithering mass of shivers. If this be sin, let me never see the gates of heaven, I thought.
His delicate preparations over, I whimpered softly at the loss of such sweet contact. My Emmanuel drew himself over me, releasing my hands that then found themselves upon his hips as his fingertips veiled themselves in my hair.
There were no words, there needn’t have been any. Just the hum of heavy breath and soft coveting moans remained.
I was ready, he read me like the pages of an open book, telling him that I was for him alone...and that I would gladly always remain.
With the fluttering of green eyes I felt his strong length enter me, my whimpers of soft pain engulfed by hiss all-encompassing kiss.
He lay buried deep inside me as I writhed fiercely in a fit of baying rapture beneath him. The sting of our union began to fade into a dull, pleasing ache.
His hand wrapped itself about my pulsing member, taking me in gentle but begging strokes as together we sanctified his bed with the rites of love again and again.
I cried out his name in the hot dark as he hit inside me deep, causing great shudders of undeniable passion to cut through us both.
The searing heat in my belly grew stronger until his kisses ceased, and my Emmanuel released hard inside me, filling me up with him.
I found my climax seconds after as he rode out the remnants of his orgasm, still buried inside me to the hilt, my seed splattering against both our creamy coloured stomachs.
He remained inside me a short time after we both found our fulfilment, then withdrawing at my protest.
We lay upon our sides staring at one another dull-lidded, legs entwines against green silk amidst the pleasing scent of bodies and sex , nude as the day we were born.
He encircled my small waist with his awaiting arms, holding us close together in the dark. The door was locked, the green silk was used to clean us both of the night’s wonders and together we kissed one another until our lips were too sore to do so any longer.
As I drifted into a beautiful slumber, I could not help but think one thing-
That this bliss should only last.
………………..
Sweet Bam, you will never hear a word of my Emmanuel, rather live out your days in the knowledge you were my first. I would rather it be that way, because unlike my ancient angel…
…you are truly forever.Please, bare me no ill will, my love
--------------------------------<3
I really hope you liked the more recent installement :( major writers block going on atm *pouts*
:( Make a sad lil girl's day and help me with some costructive critisism? Much love and muffins: )
xxxx