Enigma Nocturne
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DarkFic › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,248
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Descent
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Part Sixteen.
“J-j-jore…?” Amgine said, his voice shrunk to a timid whisper. His mind was a mess of emotions that he didn’t want to face. What was happening? Was this really Jore? But Jore loved him… Jore was kind, Jore would never hurt him. “Jore… Jore, what… what’s going on?” Amgine asked cautiously, and then shuddered as Jore gave him a sinister smile. The older boy had Amgine completely exposed, at his mercy. A few minutes ago, Amgine had felt wonderfully at ease like that… but now, something was different. Something had changed.
“Amgine, I want you,” Jore said smoothly, and Amgine’s eyes widened as he heard the coldness in the older boy’s voice. That tone was so familiar… too familiar…
“J-jore, I…” Amgine began, then gasped as Jore’s hips ground against his again. “Jore, w-wait… I… I want you too, but… But I--”
“‘But’ what? I love you, Amgine,” Jore said quietly, and he leaned down to plant soft kisses on Amgine’s neck. “Don’t you love me?” The brunette asked, whispering pleadingly into Amgine’s ear.
Amgine shivered and squirmed a little as Jore licked behind his ear, and continued to push their hips together, sliding up and down slowly. Amgine bit his lip to keep from whimpering. The blonde knew that something was wrong, and he wanted Jore to stop, and maybe they could sort it out. But Amgine’s body was oblivious to his mind’s reluctance, and it was reacting strongly to Jore’s naked arousal sliding against it.
“Jore… a-ah, wait…” Amgine managed to whisper, but Jore didn’t stop moving. On the contrary; he pushed their proximity to the next level.
Jore reached down and lifted Amgine’s legs up and apart. And before the small blonde could do anything to stop him, Jore grabbed Amgine’s wrists and held them firmly above his head. Then the older boy ground his hips between Amgine’s legs, and Amgine cried out in fear.
“Jore, wait! Please… wait, stop!” Amgine pleaded, but got only a soft bite on the neck in response. Jore positioned himself against Amgine’s entrance, and pushed lightly, teasing the helpless boy. The blonde’s mismatched eyes began to moisten with tears. “Jore… no… please, don’t do this,” he begged, now sure that the older boy was beyond reasoning with. And Amgine had nowhere to run except into his head.
Jore grinned cruelly and sighed as he began to push into the soft, fragile form beneath him. In a few seconds he was a centimeter inside, and even only that far he could feel so much. Amgine’s muscles were quivering with fright, and tense with anxiety. And inside, he was so hot. Jore wanted more… but he would go slowly. He would savor each inch. He would hear and feel and see the pain on his prey’s face.
“S-s-s-stop… p-please,” Amgine gasped, his mind racing in terror. He had wanted to be with Jore… they were so perfect together, so warm, so wonderful… and he would’ve given himself to the older boy, but… not like this. Anything but this.
Jore shuddered and growled softly as he pushed in a few more millimeters. “Mmmhh, Amgine, you’re very tight,” he whispered, and heard Amgine whimper beneath him. He smiled and pushed in a little more, turning the blonde boy’s whimper into a choked-off cry.
“Please… it hurts… it hurts so much… Please, Jore, stop… please, no more,” Amgine begged between shaky sobs.
Jore hardly heard him. His mind was filled with a deep, rich darkness… his senses were on fire, and yet he felt cool and collected. In control. He licked Amgine’s neck with a cold tongue, and pushed himself in a tiny bit further. Amgine’s entire body tensed and he gasped in pain.
“S-stop! Please, no more!” the blonde cried, but it only caused Jore to push in a few more millimeters. Amgine whimpered in agony, and realized that there was nothing he could do to stop Jore. Amgine turned his mind inward, and began to shut down his senses. His eyes closed, and his world began to grow dark.
Just as he was nearly safe, he felt himself stretched dry even more, and heard himself gasp weakly in pain. “S-stop… please, uncle, stop…”
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Part Sixteen.
“J-j-jore…?” Amgine said, his voice shrunk to a timid whisper. His mind was a mess of emotions that he didn’t want to face. What was happening? Was this really Jore? But Jore loved him… Jore was kind, Jore would never hurt him. “Jore… Jore, what… what’s going on?” Amgine asked cautiously, and then shuddered as Jore gave him a sinister smile. The older boy had Amgine completely exposed, at his mercy. A few minutes ago, Amgine had felt wonderfully at ease like that… but now, something was different. Something had changed.
“Amgine, I want you,” Jore said smoothly, and Amgine’s eyes widened as he heard the coldness in the older boy’s voice. That tone was so familiar… too familiar…
“J-jore, I…” Amgine began, then gasped as Jore’s hips ground against his again. “Jore, w-wait… I… I want you too, but… But I--”
“‘But’ what? I love you, Amgine,” Jore said quietly, and he leaned down to plant soft kisses on Amgine’s neck. “Don’t you love me?” The brunette asked, whispering pleadingly into Amgine’s ear.
Amgine shivered and squirmed a little as Jore licked behind his ear, and continued to push their hips together, sliding up and down slowly. Amgine bit his lip to keep from whimpering. The blonde knew that something was wrong, and he wanted Jore to stop, and maybe they could sort it out. But Amgine’s body was oblivious to his mind’s reluctance, and it was reacting strongly to Jore’s naked arousal sliding against it.
“Jore… a-ah, wait…” Amgine managed to whisper, but Jore didn’t stop moving. On the contrary; he pushed their proximity to the next level.
Jore reached down and lifted Amgine’s legs up and apart. And before the small blonde could do anything to stop him, Jore grabbed Amgine’s wrists and held them firmly above his head. Then the older boy ground his hips between Amgine’s legs, and Amgine cried out in fear.
“Jore, wait! Please… wait, stop!” Amgine pleaded, but got only a soft bite on the neck in response. Jore positioned himself against Amgine’s entrance, and pushed lightly, teasing the helpless boy. The blonde’s mismatched eyes began to moisten with tears. “Jore… no… please, don’t do this,” he begged, now sure that the older boy was beyond reasoning with. And Amgine had nowhere to run except into his head.
Jore grinned cruelly and sighed as he began to push into the soft, fragile form beneath him. In a few seconds he was a centimeter inside, and even only that far he could feel so much. Amgine’s muscles were quivering with fright, and tense with anxiety. And inside, he was so hot. Jore wanted more… but he would go slowly. He would savor each inch. He would hear and feel and see the pain on his prey’s face.
“S-s-s-stop… p-please,” Amgine gasped, his mind racing in terror. He had wanted to be with Jore… they were so perfect together, so warm, so wonderful… and he would’ve given himself to the older boy, but… not like this. Anything but this.
Jore shuddered and growled softly as he pushed in a few more millimeters. “Mmmhh, Amgine, you’re very tight,” he whispered, and heard Amgine whimper beneath him. He smiled and pushed in a little more, turning the blonde boy’s whimper into a choked-off cry.
“Please… it hurts… it hurts so much… Please, Jore, stop… please, no more,” Amgine begged between shaky sobs.
Jore hardly heard him. His mind was filled with a deep, rich darkness… his senses were on fire, and yet he felt cool and collected. In control. He licked Amgine’s neck with a cold tongue, and pushed himself in a tiny bit further. Amgine’s entire body tensed and he gasped in pain.
“S-stop! Please, no more!” the blonde cried, but it only caused Jore to push in a few more millimeters. Amgine whimpered in agony, and realized that there was nothing he could do to stop Jore. Amgine turned his mind inward, and began to shut down his senses. His eyes closed, and his world began to grow dark.
Just as he was nearly safe, he felt himself stretched dry even more, and heard himself gasp weakly in pain. “S-stop… please, uncle, stop…”
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