0 comments/ 27705 views/ 0 favorites Forbidden Desire Ch. 01 By: LadyGrey James leaned into the grey stone wall, pressing his warm face and heated body against the soothing coolness. His mind was racing, but as the chill crept into him through his brown robes, he grew calmer. He had entered the monastery kitchens to alert the cook to the immanent arrival of the bishop of the order. He had been hurrying. He knew he should have been calmly walking. Oh, if he had only been walking he never would have… He had spun around the corner and run right into the delicious backside of the kitchen maid. It had all happened at once, and his mind was still whirring with the memory of her straightening in surprise and losing her balance, the jasmine and honey smell of her hair as it brushed his face, and his arm instinctively grabbing her around the waist to steady her. The moment was frozen in his brain, her amber curls under his chin, her slender body pressed against him, her sweet gasp of surprise. He felt his cock begin to rise again at the memory of her softness, just as his face burned in memory of the shame and embarrassment of stammering an apology and rushing from the room. He was torn with guilt, shame, and lust. He needed to clear his mind, and beg for forgiveness for his wicked, lustful thoughts. In the kitchen, Lena was battling similar emotions. She had been so surprised to feel the rough wool and hard body of the monk pressed against her, but the warmth that had rushed over her was incredible. James had smelled of pine and wood smoke. She could still feel the place where his hand had burned into her skin. She remembered the instant of his hardness against her bottom before he had pulled away. She was ashamed to feel such lustful thoughts creep into her mind about a holy man, but she could not shake them. She was desperate to feel his arms around her again, to feel his heat, to feel his strength. Unconsciously, a moan slipped from her lips, as she remembered how sweet his mouth had looked as he had blushed and stammered. His dark eyes had held her own for a second too long, and she had seen the shine of his lust in them. Her body was aching with the same desire she had seen written on his face. James walked out into the snow-covered gardens, hoping that the intense cold would free him of his emotions. He began murmuring the prayers of confession, his lips moving through the familiar phrases. He wanted to confess to a brother, but he was afraid that she would be punished. They had only begun to allow women onto the monastery to work. He did not want to cause her to lose her income simply because he could not control himself. So, he knelt in the snow and raised his supplications to the grey sky. Half and hour later, shivering with cold, and feeling a renewed sense of clarity, he entered the sanctuary. He was supposed to take confessions tonight for the residents of the surrounding community. He walked up the aisle toward the altar and was humbled as always by the glory of his surroundings. He slipped into a pew near the front, and knelt down to prepare himself for the rituals to come. As he prayed, he heard a slight rustling that he recognized as parishioners entering the sanctuary, until he felt a hand press against his cock under the pew. He gasped, and instantly his cock was hard and pressing against the fingers as they slid around to grasp him completely through the rough, wool robe. He stammered in his prayers thinking it could only be a demon sent to tempt his soul. He must be imagining that it was her hands moving sinuously up and down his stiff prick. He must be imagining that she was cupping his balls in her hand and moving in fast firm strokes. He must be imagining that she was tugging the edge of his robe out from under his knees. But when her warm breath hit his cock, and her soft lips brushed against its head, and her wet mouth engulfed him, he could not pretend to be dreaming. Her mouth was exquisitely tight, and her tongue swirled around him, pulling him deeper. He felt her nose bump against his pelvis and her throat constrict two, three, four times around the head of his penis, and he knew he had entered heaven. He could not move and draw attention to himself, although all he wanted to do was hold her sweet face in his hands and thrust wildly in and out of her mouth. Her hand slid up his thigh and pulled him one fraction deeper into her throat, and he fell forward, his face buried in his arms, his teeth biting into his robe, as he climaxed into her eagerly sucking mouth. He shuddered, no longer able to hold still as he slid out of her mouth and her tongue lapped up the last few drops of cum. As the edge of his robe fell to the ground once more, he heard her let out a satisfied sigh as she crawled away into the alcove to his right. Brother Claude startled him to reality by touching his arm, and reminding him of his duties to the confessional. James hurried to the back, and settled inside the booth. His body was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. Fortunately, there were no parishioners who entered his booth tonight seeking absolution. Just he was preparing to leave, he heard the door open for one penitent. He tried to set aside his lustful thoughts, and waited patiently for them to speak. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been two days since my last confession. Father, I have done the most terrible thing. I have lusted after a man. Father, my knees go weak thinking of him. I took advantage of him today. I could not resist the desire to be near him. I snuck into his place of work, just to see him, but when I found him, all I could see was his hard cock pressing against his clothes. I could not restrain myself Father, it was rigid and begging for the release that only I could give. I found myself touching it, and stroking it, and it burned under my fingers. I pulled it out from his clothes, just to see it. And Father, it was the most beautiful thing. His cock was smooth, and so hot. I saw a tiny drop on the tip, and I could not hold back from licking it off. But when I did that, my mouth just slid down over the whole thing! I was helplessly enthralled by his prick filling my mouth, and did not think I could stop until I had made him release his cum in my mouth. I imagined his hands on my body, his lips on my skin. I slid my fingers into my pussy, and I pushed them in and out in time to my sucking. I rubbed my wet fingers against my clit, until I was cumming with him. Oh Father, I have never felt such passion for a man before. I crave his touch, and I must not for he is a man of the cloth. I confess my sins, and ask for help.” James was trapped in stunned silence as he heard Lena’s soft, golden voice declare her passion for him. All he could think of was the softness of her breasts as they had brushed for that moment on his arm. He could barely see her gleaming curls and full lips through the screen separating them. Her warm body so close to him again, divided only by a thin partition. He was instantly consumed again by the desire to see more of her, to feel her body pressing urgently against him, to hear her breath escape in a gasp that would be pleasure instead of surprise. He could not contain his wicked desire to see her. His voice came out huskily as he set in motion his forbidden plan. “You, my child, have committed a mortal sin. You will go out of this place immediately and contemplate the evil of your desires. When the bells ring in the new day at midnight, you will return to the chapel alcove. You must be ready to suffer the punishment for your wickedness. There will be penitent’s garments waiting for you on the first pew. Put them on and proceed to the back of the alcove. There will be a mat for the penitent to kneel. You will do so, and repeat the Ave until you receive further instructions. You must follow all instructions willingly in order to receive absolution of your grievous sins. Do you understand, my child?” Lena murmured her agreement, hardly able to restrain her joy at the sound of James’ voice coming through the screen. Her body was filled with excitement and dread at the stern tone of his voice. She was afraid that he was angry with her for taking advantage of him, for forcing him to succumb to her lustful mouth. She trembled with the possibility that his desire for her equaled her passion for him, and she could not resist slipping a finger down to her drenched pussy once again. His harsh voice startled her, “You will not pleasure yourself this evening. You must approach the penance with contrition, not with lust.” Lena felt a spark of fear sliver up her spine. She pulled her finger from between her wet pussy lips, licked the juices off, and stepped out of the booth. She had two hours to wait and imagine what he would do to punish her for her wanton actions. Forbidden Desire Ch. 02 For a split second, James couldn’t believe what he had just said. He knew that he should have chastised her harshly for her actions and sent her away. But the hot, musky smell of her had filled the confessional, and he his lust had overwhelmed him. Maybe, if he could just change her image from an unattainable goddess to a worn out plaything, he could go back to his calm, holy contemplations without her fiery eyes haunting him. Maybe he just needed to exhaust his passion in order to purge her from his mind. He could to possess her, so that he could be free of her. He remembered watching Lena suck her sweetness off of her fingers, and his body surged with the craving to steal a taste of her. Suddenly, he was furious at her for her temptation, and angry with himself for succumbing so quickly after his years of faithful celibacy. For the sake of both of their souls, he needed to take her, and quench the fire of their desire. He would make her cry out with pleasure tonight, and he would pray be released from his lustful thoughts. Lena left the sanctuary trembling with fear and anticipation of what the midnight bells would bring. She returned to the safety of the kitchen, still unable to believe that she had snuck into the sanctuary and assaulted a holy man while he was engaged in his prayers and then verbally tortured him under the guise of a confession. She had never been so consumed with yearning over a man. Her wanton actions, her whore’s teasing, her slippery, begging pussy, all mortified her. Yet she wanted him so desperately. She had had no other choice. She had spent all morning daydreaming about the hard cock she had felt during that brief moment. When she had seen him enter the sanctuary, so beautiful in the soft candlelight, she had not been able to resist the call of his body to hers. She could only imagine how angry he must be at her for tempting him. **** The bells rang for midnight, jerking Lena out of her remembered dreams of James’ cock filling her mouth. No matter what happened tonight, her memories of his silken hard cock and tangy cum made it all worthwhile. She jumped to her feet and ran to the sanctuary; afraid that she would be late, and that he would not be waiting for her. The side door she had snuck through earlier was still ajar, and she slipped inside. The vast dark room was completely quiet, and startlingly cold. Without the parishioners to warm the air, the cold had seeped in, adding to her apprehension. Just outside the alcove, on the floor, lay an ivory bit of cloth. Lena picked up the soft, thin material. She knew she must put it on, as he had ordered. She knew he had the power to turn her away from her job, to chastise her in front of every man in the building, and to humiliate her under their judging gaze, if she did not follow his bidding. James watched from the dark shadow of the altar, as she began to remove her clothing. He had placed the ivory shift in a streak of moonlight that fell through the high arched windows, in hopes that she would stand in the soft light to put it on. And she was. She was pulling her arms out of her sleeves, her pale skin gleaming in the sliver blue light. The fabric slid away revealing her delicately arched collarbones, and a smooth shoulder. He held his breath as she began to raise the shirt from her waist. He watched as the moonlight revealed the swell of her hip, curving into the smooth flesh of her waist, the dimple of her belly button achingly beautiful as an accent to those glorious curves. As the shirt drifted up to the gleaming underside of her breasts, he lost his balance, and his hand thumped into the altar, the noise echoing through the sanctuary. He heard her gasp of fear, and saw her clasp the fabric to her breasts. He cursed himself for his clumsiness, as she turned her back on him to remove the rest of her clothing. She seemed to be attempting modesty. The wanton whore who had sucked his cock in this holy place, was now suddenly shy? Lena’s heart was pounding in her chest. She prayed to the Virgin, if She was still listening to such a sinner, that it was only James making the noise. How could she explain her actions to the quiet, kind eyes of Father Claude or the pinched-face of Father Herbert? She faced the window and inhaled a breath of the cool, clean air. She slipped the rest of her shirt off, and pulled the shift as quickly as possible over her body. She pulled off her skirt, shoes, and undergarments, and thought she heard a soft moan, as she bent over to pile them neatly in the corner. She could feel the cold brushing against her, as though she were completely exposed. The thin material did nothing to protect her, and her nipples poked through the shift, breaking the smooth swell of her breasts with their pointed tips. She moved to the back of the alcove, glad of the darkness that enveloped it. When her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she could just make out the mat on which he had instructed her to kneel. She could hardly believe she was going to follow through with his orders. Yet, what could she do? She craved his touch, she feared his power, and she desperately wanted to be free of this whore’s desire that had enveloped her when his arms touched her this morning. She paused, almost ready to flee, when she thought of how hard his cock might have gotten while watching her strip. Her next thought was that she should have made a better display of it. She should have slowly, sinuously removed every item, turning in the moonlight to allow him to see all of her, to allow him to lust after every inch of her body. Her heart was pounding, and she knew she would kneel and begin the Ave as he had ordered. She was a shameless slut, and she had no other choice. James heard her begin the prayers, her melting voice making his cock harder as he fought his last battle against his shameful desire. He had been going to leave, when he saw her display of timidity. But then, she had bent over, the shift riding up, the moonlight caressing for a moment the darkness between her thighs. He had seen the lips of her pussy kissed by the moonlight. He could not leave with that image still burning in his brain; he could not leave with his cock harder than the cold stone of the walls. He knew he should not go down to her, but he could not leave her here alone, her body begging for the same release as his own. He could not leave her with only the moonlight to caress her burning skin. Lena heard him approach the alcove, and her lips stumbled over the familiar words. She felt his singeing heat behind her, and her mind whirled. She felt his breath, hot in her hair, as he buried his face in her curls. She heard his sigh, and felt her eyes prick with tears because he could never truly be hers to embrace. Then his hands brushed her hair, skimming over her shoulders and down her arms to where her hands rested in her lap, and all she could think about were the overwhelming sensations of this present moment. His fingers brushed against her stomach, radiating spikes of heat in every direction. She sank back against him, wanting to feel his hard body against her. His long fingers moved up her belly, and stopped for an agonizing time, just lightly caressing the underside of her breasts. She was so impatient for him that she pushed herself forward off of him, forcing his hands to cup her aching breasts. She groaned, forgetting the words of her prayer, as his hands squeezed her flesh and his fingers lightly grazed her hard nipples. His fingers tightened on her nipples, and she gasped at the unexpectedly painful pleasure. “Fail to speak the Ave during this evening, and you will be punished. Your soul is already condemned for tempting me to lust. You will never be forgiven if you do not beg for it.” Yet, she could not speak the words because his fingers kept teasing and tormenting her swollen nipples through the fabric of her thin shift. She whimpered incoherently, but he must have thought she was starting the prayer again, because his hands became soft and gentle once more. Her mind was only filled with thoughts of him, yet she somehow managed to stutter the phrases again, as his hands moved slower and her heart beat faster. She understood now that he would be rough with her tonight, and her shoulders shivered with her unabashed desire for him. James felt her shudder against him, and moved his hands to her shoulders to calm her, immediately repentant of the anger he had unleashed on her vulnerable breasts. Her breasts were softer than anything he had ever known, and her voice crying out for him was exquisite. He loved the feeling of her body so near him. Her breathing became steadier, and she swayed back again, pressing her butt tightly into him. He let out a deep-throated groan as she rubbed against him. Then, he remembered her flashing green eyes, as she had licked her juice from her fingers. She was not repenting! She was only trying to make him crave her even more. It had not been a display of modesty. She had tried to hide her breasts from him, simply to tease him more. He felt the anger rise in him again. He slid his hands around to the front of her throat, hearing her voice catch but continue praying, as she recognized the power he had over her. He grasped the neck of the shift in both hands and tore it down off of her shoulders. There, revealed finally to his burning gaze, he saw the swelling mounds of her breasts, seeming to glow with their own light. His hands furiously moved down over them, and her skin seemed to cling to his as he touched her without the woven barrier of her shift. He groaned in her ear, and she pushed her nipples deeper into the palms of his hands. “You are shameless!” He growled, sending spirals of desire down her body. He tugged her nipples ferociously; the sharp sensation pulled her forward, forcing her head down to the floor. She cried out, but willingly followed the tug of his hands. She barely remembered to continue murmuring the prayers as she spread her arms out on the floor, only her feet and bottom touching him now. This new position left her pussy completely exposed to the cold air, and to his probing eyes. The cool ground was soothing the burning skin of her breasts, but her bottom was now pressed firmly against what could only be his hot erection. She felt his weight shift, and the coarse fabric of his robe scraped between her buttocks as he moved away from her. She cried out, afraid that he would leave her. A loud smack erupted in her ear, and her bottom stung. He had hit her! She whimpered in surprise, and he spanked her right butt cheek harder. She moaned and his hand whacked her left cheek. “What did I say about forgetting the Ave?” He loved the feeling of her resilient bare skin on his hand, as he slapped her ass. He loved the feeling of power over her, the feeling that he could control his desire of her. “Please…” He heard her plead with him to stop, but his fingers felt her wetness seeping down her legs. He knew she was only trying to tempt him further. He kept up the steady rhythm of the spanking, trying to clear his head of the dizzying scent of her now completely vulnerable pussy. Her tremulous voice began to beg for forgiveness once again, and once again, he was overwhelmed with remorse. He could not hurt her anymore. He rubbed his hands softly over her sore skin, feeling guilt for the pain he had caused her. It was his fault. He had been the one running into the room, when he should have been more careful. He had been the one who grabbed her, who had nearly fondled her breasts in the middle of the kitchen. He realized had been the one to awaken this lust in her, and James suddenly became desperate to console her. She felt him push her up onto her hands and knees, softly rubbing the sting out of her sore bottom. She whimpered again and her limbs trembled in anticipation of more spanking. She knew now how angry he was at her; she had felt his rage spreading the heat over her bottom with each slap. She felt penitent tears for her impious actions in her eyes, and yet her pussy was leaking tears of desire down her legs. Her body swayed back, waiting for his next stroke, almost begging for the next sharp blow. Then his tongue slipped over her slit, and her voice broke with a gasp of joy. Suddenly, her whole body was shaking as he licked her in smooth, long strokes, all memory of the pain forgotten in the bliss of his mouth on her swollen lips. When he pulled away, she quickly began stammering the prayer again, afraid his harsh judgment would land on her stinging cheeks once more. But he only moved to lie between her thighs, and pull her lower over his face so he could reach her weeping pussy once more. She pressed herself down onto his mouth as he ate hungrily at her, slurping, licking, and nibbling gently at her quivering flesh. She rubbed herself back and forth over his face, his nose pressing her clit. She begged incoherently for more, just as his hands captured her breasts again. His fingers stilled their swaying, and she screamed in pleasure as they pinched and pulled on her tender nipples. She became frantic, rocking above him, his tongue darting everywhere, sucking every fold of her pussy, his hands squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples. Until she felt the rush of pleasure, the dizzying sensation overwhelming her, and she gasped her delight as the climax swept through her body. And he didn’t stop. His hands and mouth never ceased their assault on her gushing pussy, and her orgasm built beyond anything she had ever felt. Her pleasure was climbing still higher, and when his thick tongue pressed deeply into her pussy, she climaxed again, her screams echoing in the empty sanctuary. “Holy Mary, Mother of God!” To be continued… Forbidden Desire Ch. 02 Aidan woke up smiling. He could barely contain his excitement. "Why are you so cheerful?" asked his tutor, Mercedes. "I just have a good feeling," Aidan replied. Around midday, guests started to leave and Aidan got nervous. Maybe Maddox had forgotten him. He prayed that he hadn't been abandoned. After his reading lesson, there wasn't much for him to do. He was a slave intended purely for pleasure and had no chores to distract him from his thoughts. He tried to practice writing, but found himself daydreaming about Maddox. The sun started to sink and Aidan knew that his fears had come true. Maddox had forgotten him. A messenger arrived informing him that Master was ready. Aidan cried for a while. He had wanted to be with Maddox so badly. He wiped his tears away quickly, knowing that he would not please his master that way. It would just be best to forget Maddox and accept his fate. Master had instructed that Aidan have leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He prepared himself and waited for the servant to come fetch him. The knock on his door came later than he expected and when Aidan opened the door, two large, rough looking men were waiting. They grabbed him and stuffed a gag into his mouth before covering his head with a hood. Aidan struggled for a moment, and then went limp. He didn't really care what they did to him. Maddox hadn't kept his promise. Aidan was worthless. He wished he could just die. *** Maddox gazed intensely out the window of his room. He was getting anxious. The men he had hired were professionals that had been loyal to his father, but he was beginning to worry they had turned on him. He saw three riders in the distance and rode out on his black stallion to meet them. Anger surged through him when he saw the small slave had been tied to a horse, his head covered with a dark hood. At least they had clothed him in a thin tunic. Maddox paid them without saying a word and lifted Aidan onto his horse. When the kidnappers were gone, Maddox lifted the hood away from Aidan's face. The boy moaned into the cloth gag in his mouth. Maddox removed that too and kissed Aidan's cheek. "You didn't forget," Aidan whispered, and then he groaned, clutching his side. "I'm sorry for your discomfort, little one. Things didn't go as I'd planned. You're safe now though." Maddox carried Aidan inside his fortress and ordered the servants to prepare a bath. He removed the leather cuffs from Aidan's wrists and ankles and stripped off his tunic. Maddox kissed the boy's stomach and Aidan whimpered. Maddox grinned with satisfaction as he removed the collar from Aidan's pale neck. He licked the warm flesh and Aidan started to grind his erection against Maddox. "Are you going to bite me?" Aidan asked hopefully because he could feel sharp points against his skin. "Not yet," Maddox said with a chuckle. He lifted Aidan into the tub of water and the boy watched in awe as Maddox stripped his clothes away. Maddox climbed into the bath with Aidan, who couldn't resist reaching out and trying to encircle his hands around Maddox's girth. His small delicate hand felt very nice, but did not fully encircle Maddox's throbbing cock. He leaned back in the water and pulled Aidan onto his lap. The boy wriggled with delight and Maddox started to rub his hands over the boy's stomach. "I'm so happy," Aidan said. "Show me how happy you are, little one," Maddox whispered. Aidan started to kiss Maddox eagerly, his small tongue swirling around in Maddox's mouth. He made satisfied little whimpering noises and put his hand on the head of Maddox's cock. Aidan started to kiss Maddox's neck and then moved down to his chest. Maddox put his hand on Aidan's ass and the boy moaned. The purpose of the bath was forgotten as the two explored each other's bodies. Maddox ran his finger over Aidan's amazingly tight and smooth opening, imagining all the things that he could do. Aidan shivered and sucked at Maddox's nipple. It felt like little sparks of fire went through his body. Maddox finally stood and carried Aidan out of the tub and to his bed. Aidan nearly purred at the softness of the silk sheets and down stuffed mattress. Maddox was on top of him in an instant, though careful not to rest all of his weight on Aidan. He grabbed Aidan's wrists and lightly pinned them above his head. Maddox started to kiss and lick all over Aidan's body. He sucked at the boy's neck, but did not bite. The boy writhed with pleasure and moaned. "Make me yours," he pleaded. Maddox moved away and Aidan whimpered. "Did I say something wrong?" Aidan asked. "No, little one. I have a gift for you." Maddox retrieved a dark, carved wooden box and presented it to Aidan. The boy was admiring the box and Maddox chuckled. "Open it." Aidan's eyes grew wide when he saw the lavish gift inside. It was a collar made of pure white gold, linked together in thousands of tiny hoops. It was studded with pearls and sapphires. The collar itself must have been worth more than Aidan. "This is so..." Aidan couldn't describe what he was feeling. "You asked that I make you mine. This is the first step." Maddox took the collar and placed it around Aidan's neck. "I will treasure this more than my life," Aidan said. Maddox kissed Aidan passionately, claiming his mouth and grabbing his ass roughly. Aidan moaned and wriggled his way down Maddox's body, to his cock. The boy started to suck eagerly, though he really didn't know what he was doing. Still his mouth was wet and hot and the silver rod in his tongue added and interesting sort of stimulation. "Use your hands too," Maddox instructed. Aidan obeyed with enthusiasm and Maddox growled. One of Aidan's soft hands was stroking Maddox's cock in time with his sucking while the other massaged his balls. Maddox started to thrust his hips and Aidan stared up at him. His messy black hair hid parts of his eyes and Maddox thought it made the act even more sexy. Maddox roared and arched his back as he came. Aidan didn't expect it and when Maddox had calmed down, he saw that Aidan had semen dripping from his lips and his eyes were sparkling as he touched himself, wiping the sperm from his face and using it as lubrication. Maddox pinned Aidan's body beneath his again and kissed him passionately before going down to suck him. He took over stroking the boy's dick that fit perfectly in his hand. He licked the boy's smooth sack then spread his pale cheeks to lick at the pink opening. Aidan shied away. "It feels too good," he panted. Maddox smiled wickedly and grabbed Aidan's wrists and ankles, lifting the boy's hot ass in the air. Aidan nearly screamed when Maddox licked him again. "It's too much..." he groaned. He whimpered and then pleaded, "Don't stop!" Maddox sped up his motions and then penetrated the tight opening with his tongue. Aidan's head thrashed back and forth. "Too much...too good." Maddox started sucking Aidan's erection. Soon the boy cried out and came so hard that when it was over his body twitched and he still moaned. He was so drained that he snuggled up against Maddox and fell asleep instantly. Maddox sighed. Perfection. *** Fergus was livid and General Owen knew that trying to reason with him would be pointless. "I cannot believe that I trusted that son of a bitch!" Fergus cried. "If he ruined my slave whore I will kill him!" "Sir..." the general started softly. "This is an insult!" "Sir, we can't afford an extended war. Perhaps it would be best to handle this diplomatically." "My property was stolen! We must act quickly and decisively. We will just hit him with all our might, all at once." "Sir, attacking him will inevitably lead to his allies joining in retaliation. The treasury is nearly empty." Because you insisted on owning that overpriced little slave boy, Owen added mentally. He didn't agree with slavery for sexual pleasure and the little slave called Aidan had made it worse. He looked so much like a child and all the piercings on his body just seemed cruel to some degree. Even worse, the boy had accepted his fate just as every other pleasure slave before him that Owen had delivered to Fergus. Owen wondered if it even bothered the boy that he would only live as long as he pleased his master. "Call in the troops. We march out as soon as possible," Fergus ordered. Forbidden Desire Ch. 03 James panicked when he heard her climaxing scream. He knew someone would have heard her cry, and would be hurrying to investigate the noise. He got to his knees, and scooped her lush, quivering body into his arms, the torn shift trailing behind him as he ran. He kicked her discarded clothes under a bench as he hurried past, searching for a place to conceal her until she could recover from the shattering orgasm. His heart pounded in his chest, as he heard the sound of voices and footsteps on the stone walkway outside the side entrance. He ducked into the confessional booth, just as he heard the door creak open and voices call out. He stood Lena on her feet against the back wall of the booth, and pulled the hood of his dark robe over his head. She was shaking uncontrollably, so he pressed himself against her, holding her tightly in his arms, willing the men outside to move on quickly. Lena couldn’t stop her body from trembling. The combination of the glorious aftershocks of her orgasm, the fear of discovery, and the mind-numbing bliss of his hard cock pressed against her body once more, left her without any control over her body. She looked up at James’ face, hoping desperately for comfort, forgiveness, or at least assurance of safety. And for the first time, their eyes met. Lena saw all of the lust, passion, confusion, and pain that she felt reflected back in his eyes, and she felt tears begin to slip down her cheeks. “I am so sorry. I did not mean… I couldn’t help… Please forgive me, Fath…” Her whispered stutters were stopped with a heart-wrenching kiss, as James pressed his lips against hers. He pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, his burning lips claiming her mouth as though he could reach her soul. She could taste her own sweetness on his tongue as he swirled it into her mouth, and she stifled a whimper as she crushed herself against him. He pulled away from the kiss. “James. I am only James to you now…sweetest Lena.” He whispered her name in the softest breath, and buried his face in her hair again, kissing the top of her head. James stood holding her in his arms until her trembling calmed and the searching footsteps moved out of the sanctuary. When he heard the side door close, he sagged onto the wooden bench, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her once more. “I do not know what to do with you. I have felt more joy and more pain in this one day than ever before in my life. I do not understand why this has happened. I was never meant to hold a woman in my arms, and yet, I cannot stop holding you. I should never have touched you. Please forgive…” And it was her turn to stop his words with a kiss. She held his face in her hands, and kissed his eyes, his worried forehead, his heated cheeks, and his delicious mouth. “There is nothing for me to forgive. James.” His name was like honey on her tongue, and she tasted the sweet intimacy of it. She felt his hands begin to stroke her back, as their kisses became more intense. Sparks of heat coursed through her body, as the back of his hand slipped gently along her side, brushing the curves of her breast, waist, hip, thigh. Her arms slid around his neck, and the torn remnants of the cotton shift slipped to the floor unnoticed. Then his palm followed the curvaceous line back up her body, pressing heat deeper into the core of her body. She squirmed in his lap, feeling the shaft of his cock harden and press against her thighs. She wanted to hold him in her arms, wrap her body around him, and never let him go. His hands were everywhere on her body, rubbing, pressing, teasing, caressing every inch of her smoldering skin, and she was delirious with the sensations he created. He could not get enough of her. She was all heat, softness, and impossibly smooth curves under his hands. He felt her move, and tried to hold her in his grasp, but she wiggled off his lap to stand between his legs. His hands circled her waist, feeling the bones of her hips, and the full slope of her bottom. He bent and kissed the navel he had seen in the light from the windows, remembering the glow of her skin. His tongue trailed up the front of her stomach, and licked the smooth underside of each breast. He left hot, damp kisses all over her breasts, as his lips searched for her nipples in the semi-darkness. James reveled her gasp of pleasure as he found one and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hard tip. He smiled to himself, as he pulled her hips closer and nibbled gently on the captured nipple. She squirmed again, gasping another sharp breath as he released that nipple and found the other, treating it to the same exquisite torture. She pulled his head tighter against her breast, begging him between quiet, panting breaths to continue. She felt his right hand move down her hip, and slide into the moist, slick juncture of her thighs. Her knees sagged and she moaned out his name, while he stroked the soaked lips of her pussy. She couldn’t stand his teasing hands any longer. She bent and tugged his robe up his thighs, rubbing her palms against the curling hair, thrilled to finally touch him again. Then she straddled him, her pussy lips opening wide as she wrapped her legs around his waist, settling into his lap once more. James growled deep in his throat, his mind spinning after the delicate flavor of her breasts. Her hands were stroking his thighs, and he guided them to his cock, wrapping her small fingers around it. All he wanted was to feel her touching him, rubbing his hard length. Her fingers slid over him, wonderful with their tight grip. He felt her weight shift forward, and before he could think to stop her, she had slid his cock to the hilt inside her snug sheath. With matching groans, they wrapped their arms around each other, pausing for one brief second to feel the perfect completion of their embrace. Then they were both overtaken with the need to move. James bucked upward and she pressed down, and gradually, they found the rhythm of their passion. Their minds were filled only with the desire to feel more, to touch more, to slide their bodies together forever. Lena shifted so her weight rested on her knees, and rode James mercilessly, her hair brushing his face, and her fingers bruising his shoulders, as she thrust his cock into her pussy. She ground her clit against him, and the head of his prick pressed against the deepest corner of her pussy. Instantly, she climaxed on top of him, biting her lips to stifle the scream. She collapsed, draping herself over James, gasping for breath, her head spinning from the intensity. He grabbed her waist, and she locked her legs around him as he stood and pressed her back against the wall again. She squirmed on his cock, and grinned to see the wicked intent in his eyes. James stared into her eyes, as he plunged his cock into her welcoming sheath, her flashing smile filling his heart with joy. Her tight walls were gripping his cock, and with his last conscious thought tried to reach that deep spot in her pussy once more. Her head fell forward, and he felt her bite his shoulder to muffle her cry, as she melted one more time on his cock. With one final thrust, James threw his head back, his mouth open in a soundless bellow, as his cum erupted deep inside her womb. His driving hips slowed, and he pulled her down onto the seat again, their sweat-slick, tired bodies intertwined. “You are perfection.” He whispered into her ear, and kissed her forehead. Lena felt the tears flow again, and buried her head in his chest, so he would not see them. She did not want to leave his arms, but she knew he would never let her stay. She tried to lose her thoughts in the smell of his skin, and the tight grip of his arms. And he remained still, holding her, his softening cock resting gently inside her. She carefully concentrated on remembering every inch of his body as it pressed against her. Overwhelming peace enveloped James, as she lay so still in his arms. He felt her body settle against him, nestling into him as though this were her favorite place in the world. He felt the rise and fall of her shoulders slow and deepen, and knew she had fallen asleep. He sat for a long moment, just enjoying the sweetness of her trusting body. However, the cold began to creep back into the confessional. He shifted her in his arms, stood, and pulled his robe down over his legs. She didn’t stir, so he gently opened the door and peeked out, still holding her in his arms. Nothing moved in the palely lit sanctuary. James found the pew where he had hidden her clothes, gathered them up, and snuck out into the empty halls. No one was awake at this hour, fortunately, and he carried her silently to her room behind the kitchen. James settled Lena into her bed, covered her with her quilt, leaving a soft kiss before shutting the door quietly behind him. To be continued…? Forbidden Desire Ch. 03 The trumpets sounded, announcing a visitor. Maddox wondered for a moment if Fergus had sent his emissaries to declare war. He moved away from Aidan carefully, but still the boy woke. "Where are you going?" he asked groggily. "I have to take care of something," Maddox explained, leaning down to kiss the boy's soft lips as he pulled on a pair of pants. "Can I go with you?" Maddox sighed. "It's probably best if you stay here in my quarters for the next few days." Aidan nodded and stretched in the bed, then curled back under the covers like a cat. "Like it here..." he mumbled. Maddox felt himself swell with pride slightly at the fact that Aidan was enjoying the bed. Finally dressed and presentable, Maddox went to the reception area. Before he could sit in his chair, he saw a blur from the corner of his eye and then felt the wind get knocked out of him. As he regained his composure he heard musical laughter behind him. "Kat!" he exclaimed as he turned. The redheaded woman laughing at him had been like a sister to him since childhood. Her slightly pointed ears and slanted green eyes made her look like an elf, but that wasn't entirely true. Some from the Edana province claimed to be descendants of the ancient race that had suddenly disappeared. Kat wasn't one of them. She had left her home at a young age to study under Master Garvey and was now one of the most effective agents in the world. She shrugged out of her cloak and handed it to the servant next to her. He was a middle aged man who nearly fainted at the sight of her perfect figure in a close fitting, golden gown. Only Maddox knew that Kat was just as dangerous as she was pretty. There had to be at least ten weapons hidden on her petite form. "So, I hear you've gotten yourself into some trouble," she said. "I wasn't aware I was in any trouble yet," Maddox said. She shrugged. "Oh. Well, you are. Over a little pierced up slave boy I heard? I didn't know you were in to that." "Well, there hasn't been a formal declaration made, so for the time I'm safe." She shook her head and clicked her tongue. "From what I hear, Fergus isn't fucking around with formalities. He's mustering all his forces and hitting you probably in the next few days." "How in the world do you even know all this? The boy was stolen not even two days ago." "Word spreads like fire," she said. "Especially when you make a living being nosy," Maddox grumbled. "Well if you're going to be a jackass I can just leave," she threatened, though he knew she didn't mean it. "Kat..." "Oh, you know I'm playing. I wouldn't have come to warn you if you weren't a half decent jackass. So is this little fucktoy even worth it?" Maddox felt a low grumble in his throat and it escaped as a growl before he knew what was happening. "Oh, wow. You really like this one," Kat commented. Maddox nodded. "He's worth fighting for." "Well, you definitely have a fight coming for you." "I tried to do this the right way, but when that didn't work..." "You stole him," she said with a smile. "I'm so proud of you." Maddox smiled half-heartedly. "Well, can I meet this little slave boy?" she asked. "Aidan," Maddox quickly corrected her. "He's not a slave anymore. He's mine." She smiled knowingly and rephrased her question, "Can I meet Aidan, then?" "Sure. I left him sleeping in my bed." "Oh, hold up. You let him stay in your bed after messing with him? Wow, you got it bad." "You could at least try to have a little respect," Maddox grumbled. "I could," she said, then shrugged. She followed him to his room. "Wait here," he instructed, but of course she didn't. Aidan's hair was messy and he was sleeping peacefully, hugging Maddox's pillow to his bare body. "Aww, he's so cute," Kat commented. "I told you to wait," Maddox said. Aidan stirred and mumbled, "Is dinner?" He buried his face into Maddox's pillow and sighed. "Too cute," Kat sighed. Maddox went to his wardrobe and pulled out a silk shirt that would cover Aidan well enough until he could have some clothes made. He knelt beside the bed and whispered into Aidan's ear, "Wake up, little one." Aidan opened his eyes and smiled at Maddox. "G'morning," he muttered. Maddox kissed his forehead and gently lifted him out of the bed. He helped Aidan into the shirt and the boy looked so sexy that Maddox wanted to take him then. Aidan's stomach rumbled and his face turned pink as he covered the source of the noise. "I'm sorry," he said. Kat joined the lovers for a light meal in the library and then left them, setting the time for a meeting early in the morning with Maddox and his officers the next day. Maddox sipped his wine and watched Aidan pinch little pieces off of the rosemary bread in front of him. "You and I need to have a discussion," Maddox said. Aidan dropped his bread and looked intently at Maddox. "I feel that I should let you know that I am a Warlord and I tend to get a bit possessive." "What does that mean?" Aidan asked. "You are no longer a slave, but you belong to me, Aidan. I love you so deeply." Aidan's eyes brightened at the words. "I love you too, Maddox!" He settled into Maddox's lap and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much. I want to be with you forever." Maddox smiled at the words and ran his finger through Aidan's hair. Still, he wasn't sure that Aidan fully understood. "Aidan, do you know why vampires like to keep human slaves?" "Food and labor," Aidan guessed. "Not quite. You see, we have a natural need to dominate. It is what drives us. There will be times that I will feel a need. I may wish to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. At times, I may even spank you." "Like punishments?" Aidan asked. "In a way, yes. But this will be different than slavery. This will be something deeper. I love you, Aidan, so much that you are the only one I wish to be with. Do you realize how rare it is for a vampire to desire only one person?" "I don't understand," Aidan whimpered. "What I want is for you to willingly give yourself to me, body, mind, heart, and soul. If you do that, then you may find that you enjoy your punishments." "I hate being punished. I never want to be punished." Aidan's body was shaking badly and he was pushed away from Maddox, falling to the floor and sobbing. "I promise I'll be good, just please I don't want punishments." Maddox went against his nature and knelt down on the floor next to Aidan. "Tell me what you're thinking," Maddox said. Aidan slowly calmed down and finally spoke. "When I was being trained, they would...they beat me. It hurt. I had bruises all over me and I was so scared. I thought it would be different with you, Maddox. I thought you would not beat me." Maddox cringed. "I would never beat you. At times you might be uncomfortable sitting down after a spanking, but I promise you I will only use my hands, and I will not leave deep bruises. And I would never..." Maddox took Aidan's face into his hand and looked into the boy's eyes. "I will never beat you. I don't want you to fear me. I want you to desire me, even when I am punishing you. It will be a pleasurable experience." Aidan seemed uncertain. "I will write a list of rules and consequences. It will be fair. We will both agree to it and sign. This is called a contract." Aidan nodded. "I just want to be with you." "That's what I want too. But you see, you and I are different. I like to think it's as if I have an animal inside me. That animal wants to control you and lock you away so that only it can have you. It's the same animal that craves blood to keep it alive." "Do you even like the animal?" Aidan asked shyly. "I'm sorry, I've just always been so curious about vampires. I don't know how it is they do the things I've seen them do." "I've had this beast in my mind since birth. Some people can be transformed, but we'll discuss that later. The animal and I have a sort of agreement, it gives me its power and I feed it blood. If I don't feed it, it will take its powers away and I will wither and die." "I heard that all the vampires have different powers," Aidan said. "This is true. All have certain traits such as strength, speed, fangs, and claws. Others are different. Some can read thoughts as if they were words on a page, the most powerful of them can even rewrite the thoughts. Others can move objects with their thoughts." "What is your special power?" Aidan asked. "I can take the shape of a wolf." Aidan's eyes widened to the size of coins. "Can I see that?" Maddox took the boy into his arms. "Not yet. I'm still quite young and I'm not sure I could control the wolf near something it wants so badly." "How old are you, Maddox?" "One hundred and thirty." "That's really old...I mean, not to say...just compared to me that's old." "You're so young and...sweet." Maddox punctuated his last word with a light lick on Aidan's neck. He kissed the tender skin. Aidan trembled and clung to Maddox. Maddox stood with the boy in his arms, running his finger over the tight opening between his pale, plump cheeks. The two kissed as Maddox carried Aidan to the bedroom. "Wait here," he instructed, setting Aidan on the bed. Maddox returned with a silk strip of dark fabric. He gestured for Aidan to come and Aidan hastily obeyed. "Get on your knees," Maddox rumbled. Aidan obeyed. Maddox's cock was so close to his face that Aidan could smell his arousal. Maddox covered Aidan's eyes with the cloth. Aidan gasped at the lack of sight and was uncomfortable for a moment until he felt the head of Maddox's cock pressing on his lips. Aidan ran his tongue over the head, licking away the dripping pre-cum. Maddox groaned and pressed further into Aidan's mouth. Aidan brought his hands up, raking it over Maddox's low-hanging testicles. Maddox made a low, rumbling, humming sound and held his cock up so that Aidan could lick at his balls. Aidan took one of the ovals into his mouth and let it slip out. "Do that again," Maddox demanded. Aidan obeyed. Maddox groaned with pleasure and pulled at Aidan's hair. Aidan started to suck him, taking his cock as far into his mouth as he could. What he couldn't take in his mouth, he stroked with one hand. The other hand was busy caressing Maddox's sack. Maddox lifted Aidan on to the bed and placed him in the perfect position for 69. Aidan moaned the moment Maddox's lips touched his leaking head. The two lovers pleasured each other, reaching new heights of ecstasy. Maddox came more than he could ever remember. He thought the waves of bliss would never stop. Aidan eagerly lapped up at the semen eagerly. The beast in Maddox's mind was screaming to claim Aidan and Maddox had no desire to fight him. He wrapped Aidan tightly in his arms, stroking the boy's sex with one hand and removing the blindfold with the other. Aidan gasped as Maddox began to kiss and suck on his neck. Maddox turned one of the hoops in Aidan's nipple and the boy writhed in his arms. "Please...please..." the boy repeated over and over. Though Maddox hadn't said it, Aidan knew what the beast and man wanted. Maddox's canine teeth sharpened and lengthened to long fangs like a feral cat. Aidan whimpered at the feel of the sharp points on his delicate skin. Maddox stroked faster and as soon as the boy climaxed, sunk his teeth into Aidan's neck. Aidan screamed with pain and pleasure. The animal inside Maddox purred with contentment. Mine, he thought. *** "So...either there's some sort of wild monster in your castle, or you and little Aidan were going at it after I left," was Kat's opening line at the meeting. The three trusted officers did their best to hide their laughter. Maddox glowered at the woman. She was very difficult to deal with early in the morning. "What am I dealing with, Kat?" Maddox asked. "Well, my sources tell me you can expect around five hundred vampires and at least three thousand humans from Fergus's own forces. His allies are expected to contribute seven thousand of their human troops and possibly a thousand more vampire soldiers. So far your allies that are aware of the situation are wary to send troops to your aide." "Shit..." Captain Raven said. She was a sturdily built woman, with heavy lidded eyes and a slow voice. Her appearance was deceiving, however, as she was the fasted vampire Maddox had ever seen. Kat nodded. Her choice of clothing for the day was another form-fitting gown, this one with a long slit up to her thigh and deep emerald in color. The young Lieutenant Inti was having trouble keeping his eyes on the maps covering the table. "Well," Kat said as she pulled a dagger from her coifed hair to use as a pointing stick. "Your best chances will come from here...and here"—she gestured to the Geir and Delyth provinces—"but I doubt they would be able to make it in time to be of any help with the initial attack." Maddox scratched his head. It all seemed so overwhelming, but the image of Aidan with Maddox's dark purple mark on his neck inspired Maddox to press onward. "What about a Patamon?" Maddox suggested suddenly. "Do you really think that Fergus would willingly fight you one-on-one?" Kat scoffed. "He's a coward." "The only thing worse than his cowardice is his pride. If I challenge him publicly he will have to accept or be ridiculed by all." Kat turned her head from side to side, as if examining the idea. "I suppose, but at the most you have a few days." "You could...never mind," Inti said quickly. "What was your idea?" Kat said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. The young man stammered a few times before finally saying. "Y-you hurt his pride even m-more. If you call for a formal m-m-meeting to officially declare war and then announce to all who at-attend about Fergus's underhanded p-p-plan and how shocked you are...then challenge him..." Maddox smiled wickedly. "Kat, I will need your help to make this happen. I trust that you can spread word of my outrage before I demand a meeting tomorrow." Kat nodded. "Of course I can. Too easy. I might even have time for a nice roll in the sack before your little war council." Kat wiggled her eyebrows at Inti and the young officer barely hid his reaction. "Kat, stop flirting and just give the man what he wants." Kat stuck out her tongue. "Give little Aidan a nice kiss for me." "Fuck you." "Aww, fuck you too, Maddy." *** Maddox returned to his room to find Aidan trying on a new pair of plain brown pants and a crème-colored linen shirt. The vampire stood behind his boy and gently kissed the mark on his neck. "Do you like your new clothing, little one." Aidan nodded and kissed Maddox's lips. "I love you." "I love you too," Maddox said. "It will be alright. Soon you and I will be together peacefully." Forbidden Desire Ch. 04 Maddox made a point of being late. He wanted to be the last to arrive at the gathering. Kat was at his right. Both were in ceremonial armor made of gold with silver inlaid designs. The rest of his officers were behind him. He thought of Aidan, who he'd left to savor a sampler of all the chef's finest desserts. The boy had looked so tempting, biting into a pastry and then licking his lips to remove the white traces of cream filling. His white gold collar glinted at his neck, like a frame around the mark that had yet to fade. Maddox channeled his rage at the man who would take Aidan away as he signaled for the large, ornate wooden doors to be opened. Fergus slouched in the throne-like chair at the head of the room. He sneered at Maddox and his companions. "Where is my slave?" Fergus hissed. "He is no longer your slave!" Maddox shouted. "Because he was stolen," Fergus accused. The room filled with voices of all the gathered Warlords and their officers. Maddox could not deny this. "The boy is my mate," he declared. The room was silent. Claiming a mate was not a matter to be taken lightly. Once a vampire found their mate and proclaimed their love to the ancient deities that had created vampires they could only be with that one mate. They would be physically incapable of doing anything sexual with anyone other than their partner. To love another would be excruciating pain. Fergus narrowed his eyes. It would be a very stupid move for Fergus to press the issue. To keep a vampire from their mate was considered the most heinous act. "The boy is my property," Fergus finally replied. The onlookers roared in protest to Fergus's words. Maddox gestured to Kat and she reached into her boot for an ancient dagger with a jeweled hilt. Maddox bowed as he took it and then turned to present it to Fergus. Again, the room was silent. Fergus slowly stood up from his chair and accepted the challenge. "Tomorrow at midnight," Maddox said. Fergus agreed. Maddox turned to leave. Almost as soon as he had he felt a sharp pain in his neck, at the base of his skull. He turned in a fury, yanking the dagger out of his body. The wound healed almost instantly. Maddox felt his vision blur and his ears were filled with the sound of a wolf's howl. The skin on his forearms rippled and fur started to grow before he regained control. "I will choose to preserve my honor and refrain from attacking you," Maddox said. Kat hovered protectively behind Maddox as they left. *** Aidan ran to greet Maddox. He held him tight and asked, "Are you alright?" Maddox massaged Aidan's back. "Of course, little one. Why wouldn't I be?" Maddox sighed. "Kat?" Aidan nodded. "That woman..." Maddox was constantly amazed at Kat's ability to meddle. She had gone inside the main castle only ten minutes before him. "She's a nice lady." Maddox nodded and looked around the room. He saw that a few pieces of food were missing from the platter of fruit that sat in his room. "Did you eat from that plate?" Maddox asked. Aidan nodded. "I...I was hungry..." Maddox sighed. "Didn't I specifically say in our contract that we take our meals together unless I indicate otherwise?" Aidan looked at the ground. "I...didn't think..." "What is the punishment for a broken rule?" "Please no..." Maddox growled. "What is the punishment for a broken rule and trying to avoid punishment?" Aidan sniffed and tried to hold back his tears. He wasn't scared, at least not a lot. He had just hoped that he could be so well behaved he wouldn't ever need to be punished. "Speak!" Maddox commanded. Aidan jerked involuntarily at his loud voice. "It's five for the broken rule and...and...ten for trying to avoid punishments." Maddox lifted Aidan's face and looked into his watery, indigo eyes. "Are you frightened, little one?" Aidan looked back at Maddox. "A little." "You know I would never seriously harm you." "I know...I just...you're disappointed..." Maddox leaned forward, gently kissing Aidan's lips. "I love you. Once you have received your proper punishment, all will be well." "I love you too," Aidan whispered. Maddox led Aidan to a large, luxurious chair. Maddox sat and pulled Aidan into his lap. Maddox kissed Aidan, and Aidan could feel raw possessiveness in the way Maddox's mouth claimed his. Maddox laid Aidan over his lap and massaged the boy's lower back for a while. He could feel that Aidan was hard with excitement, and yet trembling with fear. Maddox gave Aidan a pillow to hold on to. He wet his finger with spit and rubbed Aidan's virginal opening. Aidan made a soft cooing sound. He relaxed and enjoyed the sensation when suddenly Maddox's hand slapped hard against his rear. He yelped and clutched the pillow. Four more times, Maddox spanked him. Aidan was having trouble holding back tears. But strangely, he was also having trouble holding back from climax. Each time Maddox spanked him, his sensitive organ rubbed against the lusciously soft chair and Maddox's leg. Maddox massaged Aidan's sore cheeks and leaned down to whisper to him. "You're ass is so wonderful. I love how its turning pink." Aidan squirmed in Maddox's lap. "Spank me again..." he moaned. Maddox quickly delivered the remaining swats and then his mouth found Aidan's throbbing head. He laved his tongue over the leaking head and Aidan whimpered. "So good..." he moaned. Maddox reached for the hoops in Aidan's nipples and gave them a slight twist. The boy writhed and purred. Maddox felt a rush of warm liquid deep in his throat as Aidan's hips rocked wildly. Maddox kept the last drops of Aidan's sperm in his mouth and kissed him, letting him see for the first time how he tasted. Aidan moaned and tilted his head back. Maddox softly kissed the purple mark on Aidan's pale neck, flickering his tongue over the vein. He wanted very much to feed on Aidan again, but he didn't want to hurt his delicate boy. He ran a hand over Aidan's bottom. "Was it so bad?" "Take me..." Aidan whispered. He was grinding his slight body against Maddox, kissing softly at Maddox's neck. Maddox felt conflicted. There was nothing he wanted more than to take Aidan's virginity, to claim the boy as completely and wholly his. However, he wanted to remove all threats before he did so. "I will...soon," Maddox said. Aidan groaned. "I want to feel what it's like...I want you to be a part of me." "After I defeat Fergus. I will make you mine." Aidan accepted the offer and slowly made his way down to Maddox's cock. Maddox relaxed and watched Aidan work. His lips stretched around Maddox's shaft and his hands eagerly teased Maddox's balls. "Take as much as you can," Maddox rumbled. Aidan obeyed and took in nearly six inches before he gagged and backed away. He immediately tried again, and this time he swallowed every inch. He wiggled a little and started to bob back and forth, taking Maddox in and out of his mouth. He looked up at the vampire and saw the look of pure enjoyment on his face. Aidan knew he was doing a good job. Maddox roared and Aidan jerked away, a stream of hot liquid splattered over his face. He opened his mouth, and the rest of the semen shot into his mouth and ran down his chin. *** Word had spread of the impending duel and Maddox could hear the din of a growing crowd in the arena. Kat drifted in to his tent, looking not the least bit concerned. "Your boy is still sleeping," she said. Maddox smiled and closed his eyes, picturing Aidan sleeping. It was really a wonderful sight to see. Messy black hair contrasting with snow white pillow. Full, soft lips with the two glinting piercings. Thick eyelashes and gentle breathing. His small, smooth body curled around a pillow. That was why he was fighting. He sighed looked around at the canvas walls and Kat gave him a knowing look. "You know you can easily defeat Fergus," she said. Maddox nodded. "It has become...increasingly difficult for me to be without Aidan." Kat smiled and gave him a quick, friendly hug. "Aww, big bad Maddy has finally been tamed." "Really, I wish you would stop calling me that." Kat giggled. "And that's why it will be your nickname until the end of time." Maddox sighed. "I'm going to turn Aidan...and then I am going to claim him as my mate." Kat shrugged. "I figured you would. I mean, he's so...fragile. His neck hasn't even fully healed yet." "There's too much that could happen. I can't lose him." Trumpets sounded. "Fergus has arrived," Kat said. *** Maddox faced his opponent in the arena. It was a battle without weapons, without armor. Pure physical superiority would be the deciding factor and Maddox knew he could win. The rivals walked in a circle, sizing each other up. Maddox was about to lunge for an attack when five figures in full dark robes landed in the arena. The circled around Maddox, wielding sharp knives. Maddox heard Kat let out a cry as she rushed to join him. "Coward!" she shouted. She pulled throwing knives out of her sleeve and took out one of Fergus's allies. The crowd thundered with approval. Fergus had committed an unspeakable act. Maddox could feel his control slipping away. His mind blurred. His vision was lined with black. Fur started to spring out of his arms and legs. Soon his body shook, and a searing hot jolt passed through him. He lowered to all fours and howled. The crowd fell silent at the sight of the massive wolf. A wave of energy flowed from him and Fergus's allies all fell to their knees. The wolf took slow deliberate steps to Fergus, who was now groveling on the ground. Another howl, and a scream. The wolf tore Fergus apart until there was nothing left. *** Aidan was waiting naked on the bed when Maddox returned, as he had been instructed to. Maddox rushed to the boy and kissed him. Their lips crushed together, their tongues desperately danced. Maddox removed his clothes in a rush and returned to kiss the boy. Aidan purred and rubbed himself against Maddox. Maddox pinned the boy's wrists above his head and trailed kisses down to his nipple. He took the hoop between his teeth and tugged it. Aidan whimpered. Maddox trialed his kisses lower, releasing Aidan's hands. Aidan tangled his fingers in Maddox's hair and moaned softly as Maddox kissed all over his navel. Maddox moved lower still, to the boy's pale thighs. Aidan bit his lip and writhed at the sensation of gentle nips on his inner thigh. Maddox caressed the boy's erection and spread his cheeks apart. He blew hot air on the virginal opening and Aidan whimpered. Maddox licked him slowly and Aidan panted and writhed. He bit harder on his lip and cried out softly. He reached up and twisted the hoops in his nipples. Maddox reached under his bed and pulled out a small carved wood box. Inside was a small vial of amber liquid. "This is special oil from over the ocean," Maddox said. "It has special ingredients to increase pleasure." Maddox put a few drops on his finger and inserted it into the boy's tight opening. Aidan cried out as the oil brought his nerves to life. He could feel everything and it was unbelievable. He nearly climaxed from it. He started to move his body desperately against Maddox's finger and moaned. Maddox started to move his finger in and out and Aidan moaned. "More, Maddox. Please more. It's so good..." Maddox coated his second finger in the oil and penetrated Aidan. He winced at first but pleasure overcame pain. He bit his lip and whimpered. "So good...so good. Kiss me, Maddox. Please." Maddox brought his lips to Aidan's and kissed him softly. The boy dug his fingers into Maddox's shoulder and kissed him back with all his strength. Maddox pulled away from the kiss and stared at the boy's red lips as he coated another finger. "Relax," he instructed gently. "Push back when I push in." Aidan obeyed and gasped at the sensation of three fingers inside him. "Does it hurt?" "Not so much," Aidan panted. "I want you in me." Maddox kissed Aidan and covered his penis liberally with the oil. He hissed at the feeling, imagining what it would be like to finally be inside Aidan. "Are you ready for me?" Maddox asked. "Please....take me...this is all I have to offer." "You are so much more. I love you." "I love you." Maddox wrapped Aidan's legs around his waist and pressed against Aidan's opening and the boy pushed back. He winced and whimpered in discomfort as the head of Maddox's cock popped inside him. "Are you alright, little one?" Aidan bit his lip. "It doesn't feel like I thought it would." Maddox smiled. "Give it time," he said. He kissed Aidan. "I'm going to go very slowly." Aidan nodded. "It will feel good soon. Hold on to me." Aidan sucked in a breath as Maddox pressed in another inch. It didn't hurt as much. Another inch. And another. Until he was all the way inside. Maddox kissed Aidan again and stroked his hair. "I'm a part of you now." He slowly pulled a few inches out, pressed back in. Repeated the process, this time three inches, out and back in. Aidan gasped. "Oh..." He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly. Maddox knew he had found the spot. He eased into a faster rhythm. Aidan's fingernails pressed into Maddox's shoulder. The special oil started to release a smell of jasmine. Aidan moaned and whimpered. "Oh...oh, Maddox..." His dick jumped and he came. He let out a loud cry of pure ecstasy as his stomach was coated. He came more than he ever had before. Maddox started to pump in and out of him faster. "Cum inside me," Aidan whispered. "Fill me." Maddox groaned and released. He held Aidan close to him and kissed his forehead. "I love you, my pet." "I love you, Maddox." Maddox wiggled his finger between the globes of Aidan's ass and felt the warm liquid seeping from his hole. Aidan purred and playfully nipped at Maddox's neck. Maddox took Aidan's face in his hands and said, "I am going to change you. So that you and I will never be apart. But first, there is something we must do." Maddox stood and carried Aidan to the window. He lit two candles and handed one to Aidan. He melted the bottom of a third candle and secured it to the window sill. "In lighting this candle, we will signal to the gods that we are now two flames that have become one. This candle will burn forever. Aidan, do you swear to love me and only me forever?" "I swear." "Now ask me a question." Aidan thought for a moment. "Do you promise to hold me when I sleep?" Maddox smiled. "I promise. Do you agree to continue to submit to me and forsake the vampiric right of domination?" "I agree...uhm...promise to always love me even when I mess up." "I promise." The vampire and the boy put the flames of their candles together and lit the third one. The gods showed their approval by extinguishing the candles in the lovers' hands. They dropped their candles and embraced, both feeling intense love for the other that could not be expressed by words. Maddox kissed Aidan gently and led him to their bed. Maddox brought his wrist to his mouth and made a small cut with his fangs, enough to get blood flowing. "Drink, little one. You will just fall asleep and when you wake up, you will be immortal." Aidan was hesitant but the blood was strangely sweet, like wine. When he finished, he licked his lips and laid his head on Maddox's chest. "I love you." Maddox looked at Aidan and tears filled his eyes as he replied, "I love you too."