Ancient History
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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1,316
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Ancient History
A/N: The characters Asher and Urick belong to Amskitty214 (mostly). This story was written for a commission that I received at Gaiaonline. If you want to purchase your very own smut (or, you know, just a regular old story), tailored to your tastes you can hit me up there. My account is JaceQuin. If you don't have a Gaia account but still want to get a story I also take artwork.
A/N2: Yes, Asher and Urick are very different pre-zombification and soul-loss. No, I did not make a mistake. If you have a problem with that go die in a ditch. I personally like them better this way. There will soon be a second chapter to this story that you can look forward to.
A/N3: On to the story! (Not that anyone bothered to read all that crap anyway. But if you did: Review, damnit!)
Urick felt strangely attracted to the woman he could see across the way. Pin straight blond hair that fell all the way to her ass and a shorter figure than his own though he couldn't judge quite how tall from this distance. He wanted to fist his hands in the blonde hair... and the ass that the hair fell down to was more than a little delicious. He could also see the points of her elven ears peeping out from from her hair, indicating her race.
It bothered him a bit though, he wasn't generally attracted to women. It did seem a little strange that the elven contingent they had been assigned to camp with would have female soldiers... or well, she might not be a soldier at all, more of a luxury item. He had been told the general was a bit strange. But then, elves were a bit strange too, unorthodox they said. Let their men lay together and their women do the same if they wished. While Urick had nothing against this himself, being as he enjoyed the company of other men he did know it was strange indeed since in his own culture such encounters were kept very quiet.
The woman turned finally toward him- no, not toward him, toward an elven soldier that had approached him- yes, him, not her. He was definitely an elven man, he could see that now. Despite the long length of silken hair and the luscious ass he was, indeed, a man. Which brought both a rush of relief (because it meant he was not, after all, strangely attracted to a woman after having never felt such urgings) but it also brought a strange twist of horror. He'd seen enough elven uniforms to know that the one the gorgeous blonde man wore marked him as their general.
If he'd been staring at a woman he would have dismissed her. Even attractive women made horrible bed-partners for one such as him. If he were merely just another elven soldier odds were he'd be easy enough to tempt into bed. But the general. Now that posed a challenge. Getting close to him wouldn't be hard. Urick was the general of his army and as such would have to meet with general Asher, whom must surely be the pounce-able blonde man. It was more... controlling himself and trying not to go too fast would be the difficult bit.
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Asher stared. And stared. And stared. Would it be hard for anyone not to stare? The human general, Urick, cut a fine figure in his uniform, taller than he, himself was. He had blue eyes, cold blue eyes, similar in shade but so very different from his own. His hair on the other hand was fascinating. It was about as different from his own as you could get. It was much shorter, only shoulder length, and it waved and curled in midnight tumbles.
In short, he was a very attractive human. Very stare-worthy. He felt his face heat up, he wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there staring at general Urick but he could see the man smirking at him. It was a very unnerving expression. He hastily bowed and then offered his hand. Strange that such casual contact was allowable and encouraged but also a sign of respect. Urick's grip felt pleasantly strong. After they were seated the meeting went through as usual.
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Urick waited until all the official business was out of the way before he pounced on Asher. After seeing how the elven general had stared at him and blushed he'd decided that throwing caution to the wind was the best way to go after his desire after all. Of course, he did literally pounce on the elf, leaping across the table and tumbling them both to the ground in a tangled confusion of limbs.
Asher struggled against him heartily, he was a lot stronger than his sleek, compact form suggested. But Urick was pleased to find that he was stronger. He gripped Asher's wrists in his hand and forced them above the elf's head, pinning him immobile to the ground with his weight on him. Asher's face was flush with exertion, his lips parted to draw in panting breaths. Urick could feel himself grow harder and he was sure the elf would be able to feel it. He watched at recognition dawned on the man's face and he renewed his struggles but didn't look disgusted or horrified.
Urick's superior strength continued to win out and he lowered his head to claim his prize. He ravaged Asher's still-open mouth, plunging his tongue in and seeking out sensitive places, forcing him to like it. He pulled away to grin ferally when Asher moaned a little and arched up into him, giving in to his ministrations, no longer struggling.
"Do you want this?" Urick demanded. He wasn't going to rape him. He wasn't so horrible. He just thought Asher needed a little push to realize his desires. "Just say no and I'll stop." Much as he was loathe to do so he would stop if Asher said no. But he didn't think he would. The blonde shook his head, long hair mussed from their struggle and tangled a little about his ears.
"I can't." He panted. It felt like ice water in Urick's veins. Couldn't? What, was he married already or something?
"Can't?" He asked icily, nosily demanding an explanation for the denial.
"Can't say no." Asher said shamefully, turning his head to the side to hide his expression. Urick smirked. How adorable. He bit and sucked upon the perfect expanse of his throat, wringing tortured little cries from kiss-bruised lips. His fingers worked busily at the fastenings of the elven man's uniform, quickly parting the fabric and divesting the smaller male of it. He hoped Asher didn't wonder too much about the fact that Urick was so familiar with how to get someone out of an elven uniform.
Urick shucked his own uniform jacket and shirt. He shivered. It was getting cooler at nights now, but not enough so to warrant fires as yet. As his own nipples pebbled from chill he lowered his head to warm Asher's chilled nipples with the heat of his mouth, calling forth a moan with his actions. Assuming that the other general would have no lubricant in his tent he'd brought a vial of the expensive perfumed oil he was partial to. He fished it out of the pocket of his pants before he removed those as well.
He'd long ago released Asher's wrists but Asher had left his arms where they'd been placed. He chuckled and rose, he pressed the vial of oil into Asher's hand to hold as he carried him to to the elven general's own bed. Wide blue eyes looked at him, a little fearfully, after taking in the size and girth of his erection. Urick couldn't help the smirk that spread over his face. "You can't say no but have you ever said yes?"
Asher turned his face away. "I have not." He responded.
"So you're a virgin?"
"Yes, but I know what I want. I'm not stupid or ignorant."
"Just surprising." Urick said carefully. It was never a good idea to piss off someone before you had sex with them. He climbed onto the comfortable bed and slid his hands up Asher's thighs. He was pleased when they parted without any reluctance so he could kneel between them. The elven general was kind enough to offer him the vial of oil and Urick coated his fingers with it. He pressed a finger inside him and worked it in and out to spread around the oil while his other hand was busy fondling the slender erection that matched the slender body in the hopes to get him to relax. He added a second finger and scissored them carefully, stretching him further before he added a third finger. Asher whimpered a little his eyes closing and his head tipping back as Urick began to move all three fingers apart to better stretch him. He hoped he wasn't in too much pain. If he couldn't handle three fingers he wouldn't be able to handle his cock.
"You okay, Asher?" He asked reluctantly.
"Yes." The blonde elf hissed.
"You're not in pain?"
"Feels good." Urick decided to take his word for it. He removed his fingers and slicked his cock. He gripped Asher's hips, lifting him a little for a better angle before he pushed slowly inside him. It was hard to keep the presence of mind to remember that he was a virgin and he had to go slowly, it felt so good. Asher helpfully wrapped his legs around Urick's waist and the human General had to stop for the intensity of the pleasure.
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Asher moved his hands to grip Urick's shoulders as he started moving again, in and out of him with deliberate intent. He didn't want to admit it but the pain of it... felt so good. He thought it couldn't get better but the angle changed to make everything line up just right and pleasure exploded across his vision as a white-hot light, visual representation of the fire he felt burning in his stomach. He didn't have to ask what it was he'd felt, he'd heard enough stories.
But having found his prostate seems to be Urick's cue to speed up and really start pounding him. The world goes blurry and hazy with bliss and Asher doesn't know how long their trust lasts or even if Urick has to touch him before he's coming, his nails raking down the larger man's back as waves of pleasure wash through him to the tune of his speeding heart. His pleasure expressed in pants and moans, Urick's merely with the sound of his name on his lips as he comes inside of him.
At some point a little later he becomes aware that he's curled against the black-haired man's chest, the remnants of his first orgasm cooling steadily on his belly. It happened an indeterminately short time ago, his first orgasm, first sexual experience, first realization that he liked pain, but it feels like ancient history as Urick tucks him close and safe to his chest, settling down on the bed, cuddled warm under the blanket.
A/N2: Yes, Asher and Urick are very different pre-zombification and soul-loss. No, I did not make a mistake. If you have a problem with that go die in a ditch. I personally like them better this way. There will soon be a second chapter to this story that you can look forward to.
A/N3: On to the story! (Not that anyone bothered to read all that crap anyway. But if you did: Review, damnit!)
Urick felt strangely attracted to the woman he could see across the way. Pin straight blond hair that fell all the way to her ass and a shorter figure than his own though he couldn't judge quite how tall from this distance. He wanted to fist his hands in the blonde hair... and the ass that the hair fell down to was more than a little delicious. He could also see the points of her elven ears peeping out from from her hair, indicating her race.
It bothered him a bit though, he wasn't generally attracted to women. It did seem a little strange that the elven contingent they had been assigned to camp with would have female soldiers... or well, she might not be a soldier at all, more of a luxury item. He had been told the general was a bit strange. But then, elves were a bit strange too, unorthodox they said. Let their men lay together and their women do the same if they wished. While Urick had nothing against this himself, being as he enjoyed the company of other men he did know it was strange indeed since in his own culture such encounters were kept very quiet.
The woman turned finally toward him- no, not toward him, toward an elven soldier that had approached him- yes, him, not her. He was definitely an elven man, he could see that now. Despite the long length of silken hair and the luscious ass he was, indeed, a man. Which brought both a rush of relief (because it meant he was not, after all, strangely attracted to a woman after having never felt such urgings) but it also brought a strange twist of horror. He'd seen enough elven uniforms to know that the one the gorgeous blonde man wore marked him as their general.
If he'd been staring at a woman he would have dismissed her. Even attractive women made horrible bed-partners for one such as him. If he were merely just another elven soldier odds were he'd be easy enough to tempt into bed. But the general. Now that posed a challenge. Getting close to him wouldn't be hard. Urick was the general of his army and as such would have to meet with general Asher, whom must surely be the pounce-able blonde man. It was more... controlling himself and trying not to go too fast would be the difficult bit.
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Asher stared. And stared. And stared. Would it be hard for anyone not to stare? The human general, Urick, cut a fine figure in his uniform, taller than he, himself was. He had blue eyes, cold blue eyes, similar in shade but so very different from his own. His hair on the other hand was fascinating. It was about as different from his own as you could get. It was much shorter, only shoulder length, and it waved and curled in midnight tumbles.
In short, he was a very attractive human. Very stare-worthy. He felt his face heat up, he wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there staring at general Urick but he could see the man smirking at him. It was a very unnerving expression. He hastily bowed and then offered his hand. Strange that such casual contact was allowable and encouraged but also a sign of respect. Urick's grip felt pleasantly strong. After they were seated the meeting went through as usual.
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Urick waited until all the official business was out of the way before he pounced on Asher. After seeing how the elven general had stared at him and blushed he'd decided that throwing caution to the wind was the best way to go after his desire after all. Of course, he did literally pounce on the elf, leaping across the table and tumbling them both to the ground in a tangled confusion of limbs.
Asher struggled against him heartily, he was a lot stronger than his sleek, compact form suggested. But Urick was pleased to find that he was stronger. He gripped Asher's wrists in his hand and forced them above the elf's head, pinning him immobile to the ground with his weight on him. Asher's face was flush with exertion, his lips parted to draw in panting breaths. Urick could feel himself grow harder and he was sure the elf would be able to feel it. He watched at recognition dawned on the man's face and he renewed his struggles but didn't look disgusted or horrified.
Urick's superior strength continued to win out and he lowered his head to claim his prize. He ravaged Asher's still-open mouth, plunging his tongue in and seeking out sensitive places, forcing him to like it. He pulled away to grin ferally when Asher moaned a little and arched up into him, giving in to his ministrations, no longer struggling.
"Do you want this?" Urick demanded. He wasn't going to rape him. He wasn't so horrible. He just thought Asher needed a little push to realize his desires. "Just say no and I'll stop." Much as he was loathe to do so he would stop if Asher said no. But he didn't think he would. The blonde shook his head, long hair mussed from their struggle and tangled a little about his ears.
"I can't." He panted. It felt like ice water in Urick's veins. Couldn't? What, was he married already or something?
"Can't?" He asked icily, nosily demanding an explanation for the denial.
"Can't say no." Asher said shamefully, turning his head to the side to hide his expression. Urick smirked. How adorable. He bit and sucked upon the perfect expanse of his throat, wringing tortured little cries from kiss-bruised lips. His fingers worked busily at the fastenings of the elven man's uniform, quickly parting the fabric and divesting the smaller male of it. He hoped Asher didn't wonder too much about the fact that Urick was so familiar with how to get someone out of an elven uniform.
Urick shucked his own uniform jacket and shirt. He shivered. It was getting cooler at nights now, but not enough so to warrant fires as yet. As his own nipples pebbled from chill he lowered his head to warm Asher's chilled nipples with the heat of his mouth, calling forth a moan with his actions. Assuming that the other general would have no lubricant in his tent he'd brought a vial of the expensive perfumed oil he was partial to. He fished it out of the pocket of his pants before he removed those as well.
He'd long ago released Asher's wrists but Asher had left his arms where they'd been placed. He chuckled and rose, he pressed the vial of oil into Asher's hand to hold as he carried him to to the elven general's own bed. Wide blue eyes looked at him, a little fearfully, after taking in the size and girth of his erection. Urick couldn't help the smirk that spread over his face. "You can't say no but have you ever said yes?"
Asher turned his face away. "I have not." He responded.
"So you're a virgin?"
"Yes, but I know what I want. I'm not stupid or ignorant."
"Just surprising." Urick said carefully. It was never a good idea to piss off someone before you had sex with them. He climbed onto the comfortable bed and slid his hands up Asher's thighs. He was pleased when they parted without any reluctance so he could kneel between them. The elven general was kind enough to offer him the vial of oil and Urick coated his fingers with it. He pressed a finger inside him and worked it in and out to spread around the oil while his other hand was busy fondling the slender erection that matched the slender body in the hopes to get him to relax. He added a second finger and scissored them carefully, stretching him further before he added a third finger. Asher whimpered a little his eyes closing and his head tipping back as Urick began to move all three fingers apart to better stretch him. He hoped he wasn't in too much pain. If he couldn't handle three fingers he wouldn't be able to handle his cock.
"You okay, Asher?" He asked reluctantly.
"Yes." The blonde elf hissed.
"You're not in pain?"
"Feels good." Urick decided to take his word for it. He removed his fingers and slicked his cock. He gripped Asher's hips, lifting him a little for a better angle before he pushed slowly inside him. It was hard to keep the presence of mind to remember that he was a virgin and he had to go slowly, it felt so good. Asher helpfully wrapped his legs around Urick's waist and the human General had to stop for the intensity of the pleasure.
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Asher moved his hands to grip Urick's shoulders as he started moving again, in and out of him with deliberate intent. He didn't want to admit it but the pain of it... felt so good. He thought it couldn't get better but the angle changed to make everything line up just right and pleasure exploded across his vision as a white-hot light, visual representation of the fire he felt burning in his stomach. He didn't have to ask what it was he'd felt, he'd heard enough stories.
But having found his prostate seems to be Urick's cue to speed up and really start pounding him. The world goes blurry and hazy with bliss and Asher doesn't know how long their trust lasts or even if Urick has to touch him before he's coming, his nails raking down the larger man's back as waves of pleasure wash through him to the tune of his speeding heart. His pleasure expressed in pants and moans, Urick's merely with the sound of his name on his lips as he comes inside of him.
At some point a little later he becomes aware that he's curled against the black-haired man's chest, the remnants of his first orgasm cooling steadily on his belly. It happened an indeterminately short time ago, his first orgasm, first sexual experience, first realization that he liked pain, but it feels like ancient history as Urick tucks him close and safe to his chest, settling down on the bed, cuddled warm under the blanket.