Kissed by Darkness

Chapter 2 Seizing the Day Continued

The ground felt slippery and cool beneath his form. Even through the thick black leather clothing and armor he wore Raven could feel the coolness seeping up from below his body as he was very sensitive to temperatures. He was stretched out on his stomach near the top of the high, lush hill over looking the thick forest; absently thinking that it might be fun to actually slide down the grass, or roll down it like a child might"¦ But he couldn't"¦ No, he had to lay there and wait, very boredly, his fingers continuously plucking blades of light green in a nervous fashion even though he wasn't nervous at all.

He hadn't even brought messengers with him. He was so sure of his victory that he hadn't bothered with such a thing. Even in the slight chance that there was a fluke and he did lose, Raven wasn't overly concerned with his people, figuring that if they were so stupid that they didn't realize that him not returning meant he was dead, then they all deserved to die themselves in an attack.

The man wasn't even really thinking about that though. He was going to win, and that's all there was to it, plain and simple. He'd never lost before, and he sure as hell wasn't going to lose now, even if Cyrus Produxi was powerful, strong, and insanely beautiful. Raven fully intended on staining those golden tresses with scarlet fluid"¦. And the more he thought about doing that, the more anxious and impatient he became.

He started to let his mind wander to things he had envisioned numerous times, to things he had openly fantasized about. Raven couldn't help thinking and wondering about how Cyrus would sound screaming. How would his face look as Raven made the man bend to his will, do terrible things, that to Raven were terrible in the most beautiful and glorious ways possible. He couldn't help but be completely amused and turned on by the mental image of Cyrus on his knees, begging for mercy.

Gods, it really was a beautiful thought, and it wasn't a moment too soon that his ruby gaze finally settled upon the object of his fantasies. It was amazing how much in contrast the two were. Cyrus rode up, nothing giving away his appearance before he came into view as Raven was too far away to hear the hooves of just one horse. He looked like some kind of beautiful fairy tale price, a strong man riding astride an elegant, blonde steed, a long stream of hair like ropes of gold cascading down his firm back. Even as he straddled his horse, it was easy to see that the brown leather he wore was firm, and clung to him in a way that granted easy movement. Raven just kept his gaze firmly settled on the man, waiting for the exact right moment to show himself, his red eyes nearly glittering in the rays of low hanging sunlight, not for a single moment turning those ruby orbs away from his target until the blonde arrived in the center of the field at the base of the steep hill, at which point the dark haired man did have to remove his gaze as he finally got to slide backwards down the opposite side of the hill from Cyrus to where his own stallion awaited, quickly mounting with a seemingly easeful jump.

It wasn't long before Raven was emerging full speed from the hidden side of the hill. His hair was firmly pulled back, almost billowing out behind him like a black river, a loud battle cry emerging from his lips as he threw his head back in a wild, crazed way. It was something that Cyrus could never find himself getting enough of. The way the man looked so powerful and completely intent, though insane had always intrigued the blonde, and for the brief moments that Raven first appeared Cyrus watched the man intently, bright blue eyes focused, the possibility the he might lose seeming to want to slip into his mind, though he pushed it far away.

Cyrus soon pulled himself out of his thoughts though as the other man descended down the incline, unsheathing his sword that hung from his back, and with a swift nudge of his heals his horse set into motion, charging the enemy in a symphony of beating hooves as it seemed that Raven was intent on just getting straight down to it with out any negotiations. A blaze of red flames glowing high around the entire area surrounding the two seemed to catch fire all at once, red, gold, and orange walls rising up, the temperature rising dramatically. All at once loud booms and explosions seemed to echo in the blonde's ears, seemingly random bursts of flames erupting, the fires getting closer and closer to hitting Cyrus.

The blonde started to circle more around, changing his course often instead of charging straight, head on. He began to reach out with his mind, opening a link. So very many times he wanted to do such a thing with the ebony haired man, wanted to invade his thoughts, to probe his mind and knew everything he could, and now even he couldn't, having to focus as a weapon. As strange as it may seem, Cyrus began singing to himself mentally, a song that had been sung to him for as long as he could remember, the verses being gentle, and sound serene. The blonde started to let the song flow through the link he had opened to the other man, Cyrus' brow furrowing slightly as he began to sweat from both the fires and effort of using his mind in such a way.

The maddened cries of war Raven was releasing soon died off, and he had a certain look of distaste on his face as he still charged, sending his fires out, trying his best to hit his opponent. At first it was just like some god awful song caught in his head, everything from the lyrics to the feeling and emotion put into it disgusting the dark haired man. Rapidly the sound got louder and louder the volume eventually becoming so intense and extreme that Raven was completely struggling to keep his concentration.

His head started to pound, ears ringing with the horrid tune. The fires being directed at Cyrus soon were dying, and he wasn't even coming close to his target at all. The wide ring of fire surrounding them followed suit, dying off as Raven was having too much trouble concentrating to spread his energies out so fully. He instead focused them directly at the charging target, making his body temperature rise.

Large, full droplets of sweat started to glide over Cyrus' face, seeming to come right from his blonde hairline"¦ hair that was quickly darkening with dampness, sticking slightly to his head. In fact everything on Cyrus was starting to stick to his body with sweat, and for a little while there he was so hot that his blood felt like it was boiling. Hence Cyrus was having an awful time concentrating as well, and was struggling to keep control.

Pretty soon, as the two men, like forces of night and day approached closer and closer, neither of them were able to hold the mental exertions, and had to put their full strength into the physical as they finally met, steel clashing and sending off sparks, the men both keeping a firm hold on their swords as the weapons collided, each turning about, and quickly chag agg again, deep grunts that were more like cries of battle leaving both their lips.

It was a harsh fight, both straining to stay astride their horses. Their faces were contorted with the effort of wielding the heavy weapons, from gripping the animals beneath with their legs, fists and hands flying out in effort. They knew it had to happen eventually, and with one last charge, and clash of swords Raven was knocked off his horse, the man knowing almost instantly that he wasn't going to be able to stay on, so instead opted to jump off, keeping his weapon firmly in hand, his black steed rearing up, and taking off as the ebony haired man rolled to the ground, immediately jumping to his feet.

Cyrus couldn't help noticing how elegant and flawlessly Raven had fell to the ground, the man seeming to snap instantly back up, a wide smirk still set on his face as if it were he who had the upper hand. The blonde circled swiftly around him, looking for the right angle before charging, though before he ever got to the other his own horse started to cry out loudly, rearing up due to small fires at his feet. The blonde was at first doing well holding on and gripping the horse, but when the animal didn't stop bucking there was no way Cyrus could have held on any longer, and he jumped with just as much grace as the other man had, his own horse darting off into the distance.

Cyrus' face was set into a firm expression, almost stony really, the dying rays of light as the sun began to dip into the western sky giving the chiseled features of his face mysterious definition. He held his sword at the defensive, sapphire eyes intently focused on his target who was wearing a broad smirk, his grin very malicious and taunting even. The dark haired man seemed to be a ball of boundless energy, his own sword held out in a similar fashion as he started to circle and pace just slightly, Cyrus turning, and keeping complete focus on the other.

"Oooo"¦ Such tension. I bet that virgin ass of yours is tighter than a vice"¦." Raven's voice was very mocking and amused, though he really did mean what he said. "Or maybe it's true about what they say about the church, and your loser than a two bit whore"¦. I can't imagine such a hot piece of ass still being virginal."

Cyrus had infact heard such language before. He did after all work with children at the monastery, none the less having been one who at times was picked on, but he hadn't heard such things directed at him since taking his vows, and he couldn't help but blink, the words having taken him a bit off guard. The blonde knew they were just meant to be taunting and mocking, and he really didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it before the other man attacked, coming down at a slight angle with his sword, aiming to slice through Cyrus' shoulder blade.

At the last instant, Cyrus side stepped, making a swipe at Raven's stomach as if trying to slit him open, and his blade did make slight contact. It cut through the material of the man's black shirt, breaking a thin layer of skin, the blood that seeped from the shallow wound practically invisible against the dark cloth as the cut was stopped from going deep by their swords clashing together, Raven effectively blocking the threat of being gutted, and then following through with anougher attack.

Swords clashed again, and as they went to break away, Cyrus pushed the other back, trying to make him fall, though only succeeded in pushing them further apart.

"Surrender now, and I'll let you live!" Cyrus responded to Raven's earlier taunts, the both of them circling around each other, holding their weapons at the defensive.

The dark haired man was soon responding himself by attacking swiftly and strongly, wielding his blade expertly, Cyrus, blocking each of the swipes and pummels. With a quick motion, Raven's leg came up, kicking the blonde back, causing him to fall to the ground with a deep grunt. Raven immediately moved, bringing his sword up, and swiftly stabbing downwards, trying to impale the blonde through the chest, but Cyrus quickly rolled, Raven's sword sinking deeply into the ground instead, the dark lord following through with a repeat motion that was avoided in the same way before Cyrus jumped to his feet, and moved back a few paces.

"Surrender now and the only blood I'll shed will be with my sword instead of my cock!!!" Raven's voice came out in a loud provoking way, followed by a laugh that twisted his beautiful features into a look of complete madness. Cyrus of course assumed it was purely mocking, a way to break down his mental focus, though the dark haired man was quite serious, and soon found himself being driven towards winning even further with the thought of actually doing such a thing.

Not a moment sooner, Raven advanced, almost raging towards the monk like a man gone completinsainsane, Cyrus keeping his firm stature and focus, soon putting all of his weight and strength into blocking the attacks. The sound of repeatedly, rapid clashing and clanging metal rang out through the quickly darkening area, deep, loud grunts and groans of the battle mixing in and just barely being heard over the steel. Cyrus attacked back with vigor and strength, managing to get a clean swipe to Raven's arm, once again though it not being deep enough to hinder the other, and it seemed to only make the man crazier, more than likely a from rush of adrenaline.

Cyrus soon found himself being backed, his feet moving briskly backwards as the other advanced. His footing was firm though, and in a moment drew upon some unknown extra strength, and as their swords moved to collide again, the hard steel met forcefully and stuck together in a test of strength and power, each holding the other off, their bodies close together as they both struggled to be the one to gain the upper hand. It was then that their eyes met, Raven's crimson depths darkened, sparkling with a certain amount of amused, crazed power and effort, Cyrus' firm, and cold, the blue depths seeming to be almost like a clear midnight sky as the sun had completely disappeared.

"I can't wait"¦ to hear you scream"¦." Raven had to pause for a moment, slightly leaning back as Cyrus pressed forward when he spoke, both of their faces contorting with the strain of holding the other at bay like they were. Then moving with small, almost baby steps, Raven reversed the motion, his entire face seeming to flush red with the exertion, somehow managing to get out the rest of his sentence, though his voice was particularly strained. ""¦. when I take"¦ your tight"¦. virgin"¦. ass"¦" In the moment that he said that Raven had reversed the motions enough to where they were both standing straight, so close that swords could have easily been discarded in lieu of grinding, but that's not what happened, and what at first appeared to be the beginning of Raven head butting Cyrus, he instead pressed their lips forcefully together, sinking his teeth into the soft, delicate lower one sharply, his mouth almost instantly flooding with the metallic tasting fluid.

The blonde was completely shocked, not at all having expected such a thing his eyes going wide, and unfortunately for him the fact that he wasn't prepared turned very bad as he received a swift knee to the gut, and was soon shoved harshly to the ground, his sword toppling out of his hand. Cyrus tried to make a frantic dive for his sword, but Raven was prepared for such, and made a stabbing motion down into the ground in the direction the blonde needed to go, causing Cyrus to roll in the opposite direction, away from his fallen weapon.

Raven swiftly pulled his sword from the earth, and brought it up high, almost as if wielding an axe, and Cyrus had to roll again as the dark lord made the quick motion downwards, ready to slice right through him like a knife in butter, just barely missing him. The dark haired man gave a growl of frustration, managing to deliver a swift kick to Cyrus' back, though in doing so it gave the blonde enough time to sweep his leg out, causing Raven to fall to the ground flat on his face, still keeping a firm hold on his sword though. The blonde immediately took the opportunity to jump on top of the other, crushing and pinning Raven to the ground on his stomach, the dark lord's arms extended out, one hand tightly gripping the sword.

He tried to swing his arms back, trying to stab Cyrus, the other hand trying to strike a blow to the blonde's face. The monk was ready for that though, and moved both of his arms up, gripping Raven at the wrists as tightly as he possibly could. He used all of his strength to start slamming the dark lord's wrists into the ground roughly, trying to get him to drop the weapon, the man below going almost crazy like some kind of captured animal, trying to throw the other off him, and keep a hold of his sword at the same time.

After a few moments of struggle there wasn't anything Raven could do about his sword being dislodged from his grip, the weapon falling to the ground a few inches out of reach, Raven of course doing all he could to try and inch forward extending his arms out as far as possible to get to his sword. The blonde wouldn't allow it though, and only held the other down more firmlyh hih his body, his handvingving to grip the other's in an almost bone crushing hold. Both of them were slightly out of breath, their chests heaving deeply, bodies and clothing covered in sweat, Raven with drying blood from the wounds he had received.

"Give up! I've got you"¦ There's nothing you can do." Cyrus' voice was firm, though the words were a bit spread out through his ragged panting and tension from the effort of holding the other man to the ground like he was.

It was amazing how Raven could be in what seemed to be a hopeless position, though could still have an air of arrogance about him, a broad smirk mixing in with his strained look. His breath was coming out labored, almost in wheezes, and he had to stop struggling so much, the smirk he wore only becoming more amused as he realized their position.

"I don't usually give my ass to people"¦. But if you're that adamant"¦." Raven's voice was slightly strained and low as he was being crushed and held so tightly, but he had a wide grin on his face as he started to grind his ass up into Cyrus' groin, being able to move just enough to give the other man a good amount of friction.

Cyrus was once again shell shocked, an almost startled gasp escaping him as he felt the other man rubbing against this member suggestively. The blonde only became tenser, and pressed down harder, trying to stop the movement, but unfortunately he now noticed that it was only serving to crush his cock more firmly between his own body and the other man's.

"That's right"¦ Press harder"¦." Raven continued to taunt, and as painful as it was tried to press back against Cyrus, not really able to move, but trying to press into the other man firmly as he gave a deep groan that really came out as more of a grunt due to his position.

Cyrus' face started to contort slightly as if he was concentrating hard. He couldn't help what he told himself was just the natural reaction of his body due to friction, and he couldn't help the deep blush that heated his face. "Stop it!!!" It was almost instinct for him to say such, almost yelling it, only causing Raven to give a labored, almost strangled sounding laugh, and before Cyrus had any chance of reaction, the blonde off found the back of Raven's skull colliding with his nose, a wide stream of blood gushing out from one nasal cavity as the blonde released a pained groan, his hold loosening.

Raven took the opportunity, and sent his elbow into Cyrus' rib cage, at the same time using just about all his strength to throw the blonde off of him, the monk landing on his back hard with a loud grunt. It wasn't another moment before Raven was sending his fist into Cyrus' jaw, the blonde's face contorting with pain as his hands flew up to his face. Raven moved in again, about to send his fist into the other's face once again, but the monk moved at the least second, the dark lord's hand soon smashing into the ground, causing the man to give a slight cry of pain.

Cyrus sent his elbow into Raven's face, the dark haired man's lip splitting as Cyrus made a crazed jump for Raven's sword which was nearer than his own. The dark haired man, immediately grabbed Cyrus' legs though, practically throwing himself on top of the other's lower body to stop his movements forward toward the weapon. He somehow managed to muster up enough strength to drag the blonde backwards, grasping a fistful of golden locks that were wet and darkened with sweat, soon forcing the other man to turn over as he straddled his waist, and immediately sending his fist into the blonde's eye, Cyrus' head jerking back harshly, and slamming hard into the ground below.

For those moments there when the monk's head made violent contact with the firm earth, a hard fist in his eye, his vision blurred completel if if there were large droplets of water glazing thickly over his blue spheres, almost completely unable to see. His head started to pound painfully, a sharp throbbing, and he was down for the count right then.

The reaction was almost immediate there after, Raven firmly gripping both of Cyrus' wrists, and forcing them up above his head, the dark lord purposely digging his nails harshly into the delicate flesh there. He used his body much like Cyrus had earlier, pinning the blonde firmly to the ground, though Cyrus on his back, the look on Raven's face completely triumphant and riddled with savage amusement.

Cyrus was almost completely dazed, his head spinning, bodying aching, breathing labored dramatically, but he somehow still managed to toss and throw his body about, trying to send the other off of him, his face contorting with pain and strain from the effort. Raven just tightened his hold though, pressing downder,der, his nails digging deeper into Cyrus' wrists, just barely breaking the skin there. The blonde finally had to give a hoarse groan that was near to being a scream, the sound completely filled with frustration and anger, just a slight hint of desperation creeping into it.

"Gods you're fucking hot when you're mad," Raven provoked, though really quite truthfully, the victorious grin still on his face as he leaned down savagely and demanding claiming the monk's mouth, his tongue pushing past his lips, as he moved his own almost wildly. Before Cyrus had the chance to Raven started to sink his teeth into the blonde's lips and tongue, Cyrus crying out into the other's mouth, jerking his head to the side to tear his lips away. The expression on the monks face was pulled between fierce anger and a certain amount of horror, and was soon spitting into Raven's face, blood streaked saliva rolling down an already blood and sweat smeared face.

Raven only threw his head back slightly and laughed, soon cocking his head to the side and wiping the spit off on his sleeve before grinning down at a very angry, not to mention desperate Cyrus who was pulled out of his daze by the harsh kiss, and was starting to thrash completely in vain beneath the other man. The dark lord merely smirked amusedly watching Cyrus struggle, his own body tense and taunt as he pressed using all his weight and force not to be thrown off.

He loved these moments. The moment as Cyrus was starting to panic, the full blow of the situation not yet having completely sank in. Watching him struggle was already arousing enough, but the way he jerked below him, and the way Raven had to press firmly into him to keep his position was rapidly starting to make the dark haired man hard, his cock pressing firmly into the monk below.

Cyrus was currently oblivious to the aroused pressed into his hip. He was too busy jerking and thrashing about to notice anything. He tried clawing at the other's hands, kicking his legs, flailing his hips about, all to no avail. Finally he didn't have the strength or breath for that matter to continue his struggle, and had to cease his movement, panting and gasping, his chest rising and falling deeply. His eyes were clenched shut, almost as if he could somehow will the entire situation away, but he couldn't, and when he opened his eyes, firm, blue orbs met amused, scarlet, his hopes for gaining the upper hand rapidly starting to seep out of him.

"Aww"¦ What's wrong, Cyrus? Lost the will to fight already?" Raven's grin broadened as he spoke, and he leaned his head downwards, his lips resting barely an inch away from the blonde's ear, his breath caressing the monk hotly. "I was rather enjoying it myself"¦" the dark lord whispered in a low, raspy, seductive tone as he pressed his hips downwards into Cyrus', his cock firm, pressing almost uncomfortably against his pants.

Cyrus' eyes went a bit wide, his breath hitching in his throat. He was for a few moments stunned still. Raven had him right where he wanted him, and Cyrus hated that he was taunting him like this. It was too much for him to handle, and with what must have been some kind of second wind, Cyrus began struggling again, though the only good it caused was to apply friction and movement against the other man's hips.

"Mmm"¦. That's right"¦ Fuck that's good"¦." Raven continued on, the smirk still set firmly on his face as he nipped at the blonde's earlobe with mocking affection, his own hips pressing firmly down, making it so that Cyrus couldn't get up or throw him off, but could still move just enough to grind against him.

A frustrated, desperate cry escaped Cyrus' lips at the continued provocation, Cyrus stopping his movements when he realized it wasn't at all helping"¦ Though when he did stop he wasn't sure if it was worse because Raven just started to rock his own hips seductively against Cyrus' giving both their lengths sinful friction, Raven pressing his lips to Cyrus' neck in a mocking adoring way, the dark haired man's mouth following as the monk tried to move his throat away.

Thick tears began to well in the blonde's eyes, and the absolute horror of the situation sank inyrusyrus. It was like his worst nightmares and fantasies coming true all at once from the feel of Raven pressed so closely, the feel of those lips being deceptively soft against his skin. It was literally enough to make Cyrus cry, and he couldn't help the horror filled exclamation from rising hoarsely in his throat as he felt his own cock throbbing almost painfully hard. "Stop! Please, stop! God please help me! Stop!"

The blonde didn't know what to do, and he was starting anicanic. His body wanted to, and in fact was responding avidly to this man, but it's not what Cyrus wanted. He knew this was all a way to torture him, to screw with his mind before the inevitable, but Cyrus was in trouble. He had thought about moments similar to this so many times, had envisioned that hard body pressed against his before, and now that it was starting to become somewhat of a reality he couldn't help his body from pulsing with need the way it did, Raven raising an eyebrow at the reaction.

The dark haired man had of course been doing this as a way to taunt the monk, knowing full well about his vow of celibacy, and he had every intention of following through on his earlier promises, right before killing the man in cold blood"¦. But as he pressed and grinded against the other, Raven noticed the complete panicked state the blonde was in. He seemed to be reacting to more than just the horror of the act, and Raven began to notice the aroused blush and body heat, the way the man's heart was pounding against his chest, the way his cock was harder than a rock grinding against him as his body te and and trembled"¦. He soon realized that Cyrus Produxi was completely getting off on it, and fighting with himself, more than likely some utter crap about resisting the temptation of the Devil.

In an instant Raven's mission changed to not only completely humiliating and tearing the monk apart, but also making him break down his own barriers, making him break his own vows willingly, making him give into the temptation Raven knew he was fighting.

"You're so fucking hard"¦." Raven purred in Cyrus,' his tone sexy and alluring, and for a few moments Cyrus started to struggle again, though eventually just falling back against the ground, a sob escaping his throat.

The dark lord grinned, and with swift, precise movement let one of his hands release one wrist, immediately crushing it together with the other, and againse gre ground with his other hand. Cyrus tried to use the moment to escape, using all the force he had left in him to push his arms up, to break them away, but the effort was a futile one, and Raven had both his wrists firmly grasped in one . Th. The now free hand slid downwards, gliding over a toned arm with a deceptively soft touch, it being teasingly loving and caring. Raven's agile digits swept over the cloth covered muscles of the monk's chest, adoring the way it heaved with sobs that Cyrus was trying to hold back, loving the way he could feel the man's body heat radiating through the material.

With a mischievous grin, Raven grasped, and roughly jerked the white cloth, sending the buttons that held it together flying and scattering, peeling away the material to reveal a chiseled chest that made Raven's heart about skip a beat.

"Stop! Please don't!" Cyrus was crying, and starting to mutter prayers, wide canals of tears streaking and staining his face, mixing with the blood and sweat, the only reaction the words invoked being Raven's cock giving an aroused twitch, the man pressing and rubbing more firmly against Cyrus' own hardened organ.

"Your God isn't going to help you," Raven's voice was soft and seductive in Cyrus' ear. "He doesn't care"¦ probably isn't even listening"¦. No one is going to help you, Cyrus. No one cares about you"¦ Your people"¦ your God"¦"¦ They all sent you to die today." He words were so cold, but their tone completely alluring, causing Cyrus' tears to stream in full force, the monk making himself not believe or listen to them.

Raven began to caress the entire expanse of the blonde's bare chest, his finger tips gliding over and touching the sweat slicked flesh, gently raking his nails across it. He lightly teased each of the monk's nipples, gently rolling and pinching them between his finger tips, making Cyrus writhe in both horror and need, his body and mind wanting to go in both directions at once.

It was when Raven's hand traveled lower, tracing the outline of his shaft through his thick leather pants before cupping it firmly, giving it a small squeeze and rubbing with the palm of his hand that Cyrus began to tense like never before. He was absolutely rigid, and gave a gasp that was hard to define from the motion, and Raven just chuckled lowly, nipping gently at Cyrus' neck before pulling his head back enough to watch the blonde's face.

Moving with almost expert grace, Raven's fingers had Cyrus' belt undone, the digits rapidly starting to work on the pants. With a sudden burst of energy Cyrus began to thrash again, his hips moving in a panicked, rough way, his entire form protesting and trying desperately to get away. The blonde brought his head up, crashing his and Raven's foreheads together, both of them grunting harshly, though Raven's grip didn't loosen even though his head began to pound from the impact. In a fit of terror, Cyrus drew upon the only weapon he could, and opened a shaky link into Raven's mind, screaming as loud as he could through it, the sound completely piercing and up at extreme levels that were fluctuating and shaking, causing it to wobble in an almost painful way due to Cyrus' panicked state.

Raven almost lost it, and had to release the other man, he was a bit dazed, and when his head with filled with the scream at such a insanely loud level he had a hard time being able to even think none the less fight for control and power. He was just barely able to hold the monk down, his entire form crushing the other, almost cutting off his air supply, and using all the will power he had in him made Cyrus' body temperature begin to raise dramatically, the heat spreading throughout the blonde's entire form painfully and harshly.

There was no way that kind of a struggle could last long, and they both had to give in, the screams and heat ceasing in both of them. Cyrus hadn't gotten any further along than he had before, and the utter hopelessness of his situation began to sink in. Raven started to laugh as the struggles stopped, a low chuckling as his face was buried in the monk's chest during the effort to hold the other down through the fight to free himself.

Once again Raven lifted his head to stare down at the blonde's face, a shiver running down his spine at the completely hopeless look he found there. His smile was wide as he resumed his earlier motion, Cyrus' entire form going completely rigid, shaking from the horror of the situation as Raven peeled back the material of Cyrus' already undone pants, releasing a highly aroused cock, the warm member giving a small twitch as it was caressed by the cool air.

Deep sapphire eyes squeezed shut as Raven started petting and rubbing the hard shaft slowly and delicately, touching and teasing the erection, fingers gliding down to cradle the monk's sac. The sobs started to rack Cyrus' chest, making it heave with cries as those nimble digits wrapped around his hard, throbbing organ, giving it a firm, yet gentle squeeze as Raven let his thumb caress the tip, gliding over the sensitive head before starting to very slowly stroke up and down evenly.

"Do you ever touch yourself like this, Brother"¦?" Raven mocked in a seductive voice, though stressing the word Brother in a teasing way. "Do you ever get so frustrated and horny that you have to wrap your fist around your cock, jerking and stroking the flesh like I'm doing to you now?" The words were followed by a loud, strangled sob from the blonde, his body heating with arousal, never having felt anything so sinfully wonderful as someone else's hands on him in such a way, though at the same time being absolutely repulsed and sicken.

He hated how his body was reacting, not able to help it as much has he wanted to. Hated how his hips wanted to eagerly buck up, and as Raven increased the pressure of the movement he did, not able to control the involuntary thrusting his hips made, his cock seeking more friction completely of it's own accord as the blonde both cried in horror and moaned in pleasure.

"You like it don't you? Like me touching you like this"¦ You're so hard and hot"¦. Give into it, Cyrus. Admit how much you love me touching your cock.," Raven whispered, squeezing the hot flesh in hand on each up stroke he made from the base of the throbbing member to the tip, clear, sticky fluid rising to the surface, Raven's thumb sweeping out to spread the moisture around, allowing his hand to glide more smoothly as his strokes became more rapid.

"No! Please! Stop!" Cyrus was begging through his still deep, and now more raspy sobs, through his body was telling a different story, not able to keep his hips from thrusting into the talented hand of their own accord, his cock practically gushing and dripping, the pre-fluids, coating his member as he was being stroked.

Raven was quite sure that he'd never seen anything or anyone quite so beautiful in his entire life as Cyrus with his face contorted in a mixture of disgust and pleasure., He could feel the emotions and tension dripping and seeping off the other man; The shame of someone so horrible making him feel so good. His body giving into it, every part of his physical body screaming, not caring at all about any foolish vows to a God who didn't give a shit"¦ probably didn't even exist.

The smirk never left the dark haired man's face as he lowered his head, his lips soon encasing one nipple in wet heat, his tongue snaking out to caress the bud, teeth starting to nibble. Raven soon was sucking the delicate flesh with vigor, and the blonde's body was instinctively arching and writhing, the strokes moving over his hot flesh now very rapid and intense, Cyrus crying out, the sound not recognizable as being either pleasure or desperation.

It really wasn't much longer before Cyrus couldn't control the rapidly building pressure. He tried so hard to keep it at bay, tried praying, tried to make himself be sick, but it was no use, his body was begging for this, and with a few more firm strokes his entire form was completely tensing with arousal. The monk was screaming as he gave in, his body shaking near violently as thick jets of cum came out in long, sticky ropes, coating Raven's hand and Cyrus' stomach with the fluids. Cyrus' voice continued to carry in deep sobs and cries, his form shaking, eyes shut tightly as the pleasurable sparks of the unwanted orgasm surged through his body, feeling completely hopeless. He was a failure. He had failed his people, had failed his God. The monk felt completely lost, and even if he somehow was able to still slay Raven he'd be too filled with shame to ever be able to face the people of his village again.

A sharp, pain-filled scream escaped his lips as he felt teeth sinking into his delicate nipple, the harsh pain making the sparks of unwanted pleasure he felt burning through him all that much brighter, making him sob even more so in shame as Raven pulled and tugged on the flesh before releasing it with a wide, almost evil looking grin.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it"¦" the dark lord cooed in a mockingly soft and gentle voice, Cyrus only crying even more so, turning his head as far away from the other as possible, still unwilling to open his eyes. Raven was of course greatly amused by Cyrus' horror struck attitude, and continued to taunt the monk, bringing the fingers of his free hand up to gently brush through loose strands of golden hair after wiping the wasted seed on his pants, Cyrus jerking his head away, though Raven only moved his hand along with the movement, not allowing escape from it. "You're so hot when you cum"¦ The way you look, the way you scream"¦. The way your body leans so eagerly into my touch"¦ So deliciously beautiful"¦. And I can't wait to see you cum again"¦. But mostly I can't wait to rip open that tight, virgin hole of yours"¦.." He squeezed as much of Cyrus' ass as he could firmly grip to accentuate his words.

The blonde went even more rigid, now realizing that this torture wasn't yet over, and with the words Raven choose to use, Cyrus had the most horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, making him want to be sick"¦. Making him rather die than ever reach climax again, feeling completely worthless, like a failure. "Oh God"¦ Please"¦. Please just kill me now"¦." Cyrus' voice came out broken, every syllable he spoke filled with the desperathe fhe felt.

Raven just laughed loudly and heartily at Cyrus' pathetic plea. He absolutely loved it, and with the way the monk was so terrorized combined with having just watched the monk reach his first climax induced by someone other than himself was verowlyowly making Raven throb and pulse almost painfully with his own need, starting to press his erection firmly into Cyrus' hip. The same overly amused, crazed smirk stayed in place on Raven's face as his fingers pulled the thick, leather belt the blonde wore from his trousers in one swift swipe, Cyrus not even reacting yet"¦. At least until the dark lord brought the belt up, and began wrapping it painfully tight around his wrists.

Almost in pure instinct, Cyrus started to struggle, his sobs and cries still coming, though his body was completely freaking out, trying to escape the other's hold once again, not wanting to be tied, fearing what would come next. It of course was all in vain though, and Cyrus ended up with the tick belt tied so tightly that it was cutting into the soft flesh of his wrists, Raven smiling superiorly down at in for a moment before leaning in to whisper a response to Cyrus' plea for death. "Now, now"¦ Don't be so cold"¦ You know you liked it when I stroked your cock. Your body was just screaming it. It wanted it"¦ You wanted it"¦The way you came so hard for me"¦. And the funs just starting"¦.." The dark lord nipped firmly at Cyrus' ear lobe, and in one quick motion moved back just enough to send his fist into Cyrus' jaw, the blonde's head snapping to the side with a loud grunt of pain, Raven immediately moving off Cyrus just long enough to roughly flip him onto his stomach.

Cyrus soon had a face full of dirt and grass, the earth sticking slightly to and smearing into his face, mixing in dirtily with the sweat, blood, and tears. He tired to fight back, but as it had been ever since he was first pinned to the ground, Raven wasn't letting up, and it was a pointless endeavor. Raven moved swiftly to pin the blonde down in his new position, straddling the back of his thighs firmly, one hand pressing down hard on the blonde's lower back, the other grabbing a fistful of soft, blonde tresses, pulling them back harshly and roughly, Cyrus' bound together hands supporting his upper body weight as he was pulled in the awkward position, Raven leaning the length of his body over the monk's back, allowing him to whisper in his ear.

"How does it feel"¦ Brother"¦. to be able to lose that sweet virginity to me, to someone you hate and disgust"¦.?" Raven said coldly, soon cackling evilly, not even expecting an answer, and only getting sobs in reply as he firmly pushed Cyrus' face back into the dirt as he sat up, soon removing his hand from the now tangled locks of hair that had completely fallen out of their tie, hanging loosely about his sweat and blood slick form.

By now, Raven was practically raving mad with lust and need, and he wasted no time in pulling the small dagger from his boot, and quickly running it over the soiled white shirt Cyrus wore, ripping it to sheds before pushing it up over his arms, letting the dirty material gather at the monk's bound hands, leaving a formed and toned, exposed back, Raven greedily drinking in the sight of such a beautifully sculpted body as he replaced his dagger, his nails soon coming up to rake harshly across the newly uncovered flesh, taking thin layers of skin under his sharp nails, Cyrus crying out in pain, the gesture of the blonde releasing such a noise making the dark haired man's cock give an aroused jerk against the tight material of his pants.

Raven moved one of his hands up, and with a sudden movement ripped the already torn material of his own shirt from his body, the other hand still resting firmly and flat against the monk's back to keep him in place even though Cyrus wasn't currently fighting back all that heartily. He discarded the ruined garment carelessly, the cool night air caressing and touching his skin, making it tingle slightly. The pale alabaster of his flesh was tainted red across his stomach and arm, the dried crimson fluid darkened against the smooth, ivory flesh. The man completely ignored the throbbing pain just like he had been all along, and it wasn't a moment too soon before he was releasing his hardened member from the leather enclosure with an appreciative sigh, the thick cock standing tall and proud at attention.

It was like some kind of last, desperate effort when Raven moved his hands from Cyrus' back in order to firmly grip the top of his pants, yanking them down as far a he could in one fowl swipe. With a rough growl that was almost undistinguishable as being such Cyrus began to struggle again, tossing and turning his hips wildly, his bound hands coming up underneath his own body, trying to lift himself up enough to where he could throw the dark haired man off of him.

Raven had figured such a thing would happen as he started to make these movements, and he was prepared for them. He firmly sent his elbow into Cyrus' back, forcing the hard bone into it enough to cause sharp pain and send him back to the ground, though not hard enough or put in an area where any bones would crack or break. Cyrus slammed back to the ground with a thud and pained grunt, though immediately tried to retaliate, something that only earned him a hard blow to the back of the head, his face slamming hardly into the earth below, Cyrus soon coughing and spitting out dirt and grass.

The dark lord used Cyrus' current state to his advantage, moving hastily, his hands firmly grasping Cyrus' hips, and lifting them with ease, forcing the man onto his knees. With one clean, quick yank, Raven had the brown leather pants the monk wore down around his knees, the dark lord immediately forcing himself between his thighs, his knees resting firmly down on top of the leather pants, effectively pinning the man's legs still and in their current position. Cyrus tried to move his body downwards in an extra effort to stop the assault or escape in some way that he knew was hopeless but was still almost instinctually trying to pull away.

Raven wasn't having it though, and gripped the man's hips firmly, his nails digging deep half moon indentions into the skin, holding him still. The muscles in the monk's back and arms flexed drastically, trying to pull down in vain, his ass remaining in the air while his upper body pressed into the ground. The dark lord could only smirk as he teasingly pressed the length of his throbbing cock against the clef of the blonde's ass, letting his member settle firmly between the toned globes.

"NO!!!!!!" Cyrus started to cry out, and struggled to no avail. "Please no! Oh God! Please no! Don't!!!" He was starting to get frantic again, his entire body seeming to flex deliciously with tension, Raven, licking his lips in anticipation as he drank in the sight of the struggling monk.

Not a moment later, and with absolutely no warning, Raven slammed his cock as deep as he could go into the tight, virginal entrance, ripping the tender pucker, blood starting to gush from the wound, tailing down the backs of Cyrus' thighs, Raven's erection smeared with the scarlet fluid. Cyrus' entire body was tense with searing, sharp pain. It started harshly in his lower body and rapidly began to throb throughout, the pain completely burning and violent. His body wanted to instantly reject the impaling member, his entrance tensing almost impossibly around the hard shaft, trying to push it out, though to Raven it felt almost as if the ring of muscle were trying to milk his pulsing shaft.

"Oh fuck!!!!! Shit! I've never felt anything so fucking tight!" Raven couldn't help but cry out, his voice completely riddled with an uncontrolled passion and lust he had never felt before in his life.

He didn't waste a single moment in starting to rapidly pound into the monk's virgin body, slamming in hard and fast, the hands resting at the blonde's hips gripping so hard that crimson fluid started to glide down over the tanned flesh. Cyrus was in a complete state of shock, his entire body tensing, pulsing, and throbbing with pain. He was literally shaking violently, his whole form wanting to reject the intrusion. He couldn't stop screaming, his cries being filled with not only intense, searing pain, but with horror and helplessness, in fear and failure. He was humiliated, and used. He felt dirty and shameful for having been brought to climax, and now was feeling like he was breaking, coming apart at the seams both mentally and physically as his body felt like it were being ripped violently in half.

"AHHH!!! Gods! Yes! Fucking scream so loud your god will hear you!" Raven's voice was a bit labored and raspy, loud, a near scream as he threw his head back, ebony hair flowing wildly down his firm, toned back, sweeping across the bottom of his ass.

The dark lord started to put the full weight of his body into his thrusts, slamming as hard as he could at a relentless pace, the harsh smacking of flesh on flesh just barely heard through Raven's deep groans and grunts of pleasure, and Cyrus' loud screams and cries of agony. The blonde just kept on screaming until his throat was hoarse and raw, the sound soon becoming painful sobs and cries. "Nooooo! Please stop! Please, God, please"¦." Over and over again he cried, not able to keep from doing so, the pain so intense he felt his vision start to fade, and almost thought he might pass out.

Given all he had done to Cyrus earlier, and now with his current, raging pace, Raven felt the pleasure building inside his body rapidly. His balls began to tighten as did all his muscles. His grip on Cyrus tightened even more as his movements got more and more eager and needy, slamming and pounding violently with no regard for the other until he simply couldn't hold back a moment longer, and with a loud scream of lusty pleasure Raven released, his hot, creamy seed, cumming hard, filling the monk's body.

Raven's body trembled, glistening with a thick layer of sweat, the liquid dripping off onto the body below. Cyrus was still sobbing, now sure that he was completely lost, that his people were lost, and that he would soon be dead"¦ Though as Raven held still, the pain still flowing hotly through the monk's body, only easing slightly with the ceasing of movement, Cyrus started to get angry.

He had been feeling desperate and helpless after being broken in such a way, but now he was filled with rage, the thought of the people of his village being massacred invoking it. Raven let his eyes close for a brief moment, residual waves of pleasure coursing and working through his body, and in that instant, Cyrus called upon some kind of hidden strength, and ripped himself harshly from the other's grasp, a loud pained cry emitting from his lips as the spent arousal slipped from his body.

Cyrus soon though fell flat on his face, still being held by Raven's knees that were firmly pressed down on the material of the monk's pants, pinning the leather to the ground, and effectively holding his legs still. But Cyrus could now reach out as he laid flush against the ground, the tips of his fingers barely touching the hilt of Raven's sword. The dark lord only laughed, sounding a bit insane as usual, and started to pull Cyrus back, but with one hard motion, Cyrus was grasping the handle of the sword between his bound together hands, his body pivoting and twisting back as he swung the blade at the other man, Raven having no choice but to jump, and roll across the ground out of the way, the blade swooshing through air instead of his body.

In an instant Cyrus scrambled to his feet, standing firm on the ground, holding the sword at the defensive. His shirt was ripped to shreds, gathered around his hands and forearms, and his pants were hanging down around his knees, hindering his movement slightly, groin limp and completely exposed.

"Gods you're a hot piece of ass. Look at you with your cock hanging out like a whore..." Raven taunted with a wide smirk as he jumped to his feet, his eyes hungrily raking over the other's wonderful, exposed body. ""¦my whore"¦" he continued right before charging like a mad man, even though he didn't have a weapon.

The monk snapped into quick action in that instant, making a swift swipe with his sword at the dark lord, who dodged, and made to go for Cyrus' waist, undoubtedly trying to knock him down. Cyrus had to side step, and unfortunately for him the motion made him fall to the ground, his grip loosening, but not dropping the sword. Raven was quick though, and the moment that the blonde fell he followed through with a swift kick to Cyrus' ribs, and then soon sent the foot harshly into the monk's groin. Cyrus cried out in pain, for a moment wanting to curl up, and he knew instantly that he was in a very bad way as Raven slammed his foot down on top of the flat edge of the sword, holding it to the earth, and spoke down to him.

"You're finished," he said harshly with an evil looking smirk before kicking the blonde hard in the head, Cyrus' vision instantly blurring as he saw stars behind his eyes, ears ringing loudly until everything faded into a black nothingness.

TBC