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Mutton Memories
Order up! Tee Hee. Next up: Hades and Claudius first date
Mutton Memories
By
Kiix
Word Count: 1999 (GACK! I read the wrong line before.)
Pairings: Hades x Liam
Completed November 24, 2007
I was going to take him tonight. He had grown as big as he was going to get. I watched as he filled the golden pitcher with mead and start back toward me. The promise of his youth had held true. He was an angel walking amongst mortals.
Cillian, the boy with the long golden waves of hair that turned into tight curls in the mists and fog. His eyes were a pale blue that matched a light summer’s day.. His skin was kissed by the sun. His flesh was soft. All that natural oils from his flock’s wool. He was an idea beauty in the guise of a young man. The holder of my heart. The bearer of my affections. I wanted him in my bed…forever.
He laughed at something a serving wench whispered to him. His voice was music to my ears. She reached out and touched his hair. My eyes narrowed. She flicked her eyes to me and then snatched her hand back. She covered her mistake with a smile and headed off to the kitchen. I leaned sideways and gestured with a finger. “Sten, get her out of here.”
“Aye, My Lord.”
There was an unspoken of edict within my castle. Cillian, my rescued Irish shepherd boy was Royal property. He was not to be flirted with, courted, touched or sullied. Woe be to any man or woman who dared pluck what the King had claimed. Poaching was handled severely whether it be done by man, woman or child. My Cillian was to be pure when I claimed him. I did not wait for him to come of age to be beat out by a peasant.
Cillian lightly made his way around my drunken courtiers. His eyes glowed as he looked at me. I had his affection. No, it was more like worship. He viewed him as his savior. I wanted to be looked upon like one of his lost little charges that so ripped his heart out when he came upon them too late. I wanted his tears, and his smiles.
“Lord William.” He took my special drinking horn from his sack and offered it to me. I caressed the back of his hand lightly as I took but made sure to turn my attention to a nearby noble. I watched out of the corner of my eye as his face colored. Good. Very good. He poured the beer into the horn. I turned back to him. “Taste it.”
Everyone drank of mugs and cups now. This horn was special The things I had to do to get it from the mystics. Poison was a silent killer, easily mistaken for friend when it had been tampered by a foe. Even if poison had been dropped into my drink, the magical properties of the horn would negate them. I watched as Cillian tipped the horn and took a big drink. So trusting…
He waited for a moment but felt no ill effects then handed the horn to me. I reached out and stroked a thumb down his face. His cheeks were still flushed. I had done nothing more than some simple touches, over his tunic and breeches just to test the waters as it were. He wanted me. He wanted me but he feared me. I was the biggest one in the castle. He had seen me returning from battling Lycan and werewolves, bloodied but wearing their pelts as my winter cloak. He has seen my wings. He doesn’t know what to make of me but he keeps coming back to me.
I drained the horn and held it out to be refilled. He gladly did it and tasted it again. My plan was to get my little shepherd boy drunk. He would be pliant and the first time is never that pleasurable for the receiver. I would use this time to break my little colt in and get him used to the saddle. I smirked as I heard him hiccup. Another property of the horn was that the owner could drink and drink and ever get drunk. Anyone else using it would find themselves slipping into a drunk stupor sooner than later. By the fourth refill, Cillian was barely able to pour the beer into the narrow mouth of the horn.
I caught him around the waist and hauled him to my chair. His eyes were gazed but he smiled sweetly at me. “I bed you tonight, Cillian.” I buried my nose in his hair. I could smell the sweet honey essence within him. I had fondled him, I had kissed him chastely but I had not drunk deeply from his lips, or tasted his throat. He knew I was not human.
“Little honeybee, your nectar is attracting too many flies who are not worthy of your glance, much less your bed.”
I took the horn, drained it then draped my conquest over my shoulder. I rose from my throne and bid my nobles good night and carried my shepherd boy to my bed chambers. He was such a little thing. I laid him gently on my fur covered bed. He mumbled and murmured but he was basically out.
I stripped off first. My body was that of a warrior in it’s prime. I had en-soulled myself in the second born son. I didn’t need to run the Empire every lifetime. It was progressing as I wanted and this way, I would get to have fun. I looked down at my fun. A golden haired boy, a youth with fair face and long limb. I could stay with him forever. I stripped him bare. His arms and face were darker than the rest of his body from exposure to the sun. Beautiful.
His flesh was warm and flushed with the strength of his blood The taste of honey seeped from his pours. I licked him. I savored him. He twitched and moaned as my hands ran his flanks to his groin. I pushed his thighs apart and settled my torso between them I sucked at his lemon shaped testicles. Even there it was sweetened with honey. My little Cillian was like a honeycomb. Everywhere your mouth ventured was golden sweetness.
His moan was like a choir of angels. I took him into my mouth. He began to thrash. I looked up over his belly to find narrowed slits of blue looking down at me. “William…” My name was a sigh off his lips. I sucked on his member. Drawing my head up and down it’s length My fingers played with his balls and caressed that spot behind it. His legs opened wider, inviting invading fingers. He came suddenly crying out his pleasure to the night. His essence filled my mouth. Pure honey. I spat a bit into my hand then attacked his virgin portal.
A single finger breeched him as I shifted using my hips to anchor him still. I kissed his stomach. I lapped at the sweat on his body. I started when I felt a hand jab itself in my hair. I twined my fingers and began to move them slowly in and out of his small little pink mouth. He groaned. I licked my way to his pale pink nipples. They had already budded and begged for me to taste them. So I did.
“William…”
I added a third finger to the mix down below. His face grimaced and his mouth fell open. His lips were slick with his own salvia. I could see his even teeth peeping out of the pink and swollen flesh. He had been gnawing on his lips as I taught his body about manhood.
I couldn’t wait. I’ve waited five years. I shifted between his legs, placing his knees over my shoulders. I pulled my fingers free and spat into my palm, stroking my hard cock with some lubricant. I pressed up to his portal.
His body tensed. I waited too long for this. He screamed as my body broke him to the saddle. I laid a hand over his mouth and bucked into him again. His eyes opened wide and stared wildly at the canopy of my bed. He was such a small thing. He gripped me tightly.
“Sssh, honeybee. I know it hurts. The first time always is a sweet agony that you will forget over the years. Right now, just bare it.” I withdrew slowly and then pushed forward again. There was a gurgle in his throat and his hand that was tangled in my hair yanked hard. I slammed into his portal brutally three times. His hands fell back and he lay unresisting beneath me.
“It will never be this bad again, Cillian. This I can promise you.”
“William..” His voice was broken. His eyes were swimming with tears. He had never looked so devine. I reached between us and began to stroke his shriveled members. I shafted him evenly as I worked him back into passion. I watched his face as my hand stroked faster and faster. I could feel the fluttering of his channel around me. His eyes rolled up into his head as his cock exploded. That orgasm sent shockwaves through his body into mine. I wanted to last longer. I shuttered and lost all sense of rythym. I came in a deep cry.
I almost folded him in half. I slumped forward, crushing him beneath me. Wearily, I slipped his legs over my head and turned him on his side. I looked down at his port. I had torn him. Blood seeped out of him along with my pale white offering. I pulled his smaller body back to me. He was shaking. I looked at his face. He was crying.
“No…shhhh. My honeybee. It will get better with time…”
“Kiss me.”
I frowned down at him. He opened his huge blue watery eyes and stared up at me.. “What was that?”
“You never kissed me.”
I leaned over, pressing him back into the mattress. I let my mouth tease his. I had taken him more brutally than I intended and all he wanted was a kiss. His arm came up again and wrapped about the back of my neck dragging me closer to him. Our tongues intertwined. He stopped for a moment. My spicy essence – a hot Asian flavor of cayenne was foreign to his palate. He pulled me down to him and sucked every so gently on my tongue. His mouth was the best part on him.
“Hey, what the hell are you thinking about?” I blinked and looked at Hades. His eyes were blazing with anger were only a few minutes before it was red flame passion.
He strong armed me off of him onto my back. He pinned me down the bed. “Who are you thinking about?”
My little honeybee was still a handful. “I was remembering our first kiss.”
That threw him off. His eyes narrowed. “You got me drunk and raped me.”
“And afterwards, you stole my heart when you demanded a kiss from me.”
He punched the pillow beside my head. “You can be such as asshole, William. Then you say something like this.” He threw himself down on me using my chest as a pillow. I smiled and kissed the top of his mop of hair. I stroked his golden wave. He kept it cut so short now that it couldn't curl.
“I miss your long hair.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I held my bundle of attitude until his posture softened and he dropped off into sleep. I stared up at the massive ceiling in Hades quarters on the third floor of the Golden Phoenix. He sprawled across my body and used me shameless like a mattress and a pillow. This was just like that first time Cillian slept with me…a thousand years ago. I drifted off holding my precious little honeybee in my arms. I had my love with me for forever…it still wasn’t long enough.
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(")_(") (")_(") vampire bunnies to you all.
Mutton Memories
By
Kiix
Word Count: 1999 (GACK! I read the wrong line before.)
Pairings: Hades x Liam
Completed November 24, 2007
I was going to take him tonight. He had grown as big as he was going to get. I watched as he filled the golden pitcher with mead and start back toward me. The promise of his youth had held true. He was an angel walking amongst mortals.
Cillian, the boy with the long golden waves of hair that turned into tight curls in the mists and fog. His eyes were a pale blue that matched a light summer’s day.. His skin was kissed by the sun. His flesh was soft. All that natural oils from his flock’s wool. He was an idea beauty in the guise of a young man. The holder of my heart. The bearer of my affections. I wanted him in my bed…forever.
He laughed at something a serving wench whispered to him. His voice was music to my ears. She reached out and touched his hair. My eyes narrowed. She flicked her eyes to me and then snatched her hand back. She covered her mistake with a smile and headed off to the kitchen. I leaned sideways and gestured with a finger. “Sten, get her out of here.”
“Aye, My Lord.”
There was an unspoken of edict within my castle. Cillian, my rescued Irish shepherd boy was Royal property. He was not to be flirted with, courted, touched or sullied. Woe be to any man or woman who dared pluck what the King had claimed. Poaching was handled severely whether it be done by man, woman or child. My Cillian was to be pure when I claimed him. I did not wait for him to come of age to be beat out by a peasant.
Cillian lightly made his way around my drunken courtiers. His eyes glowed as he looked at me. I had his affection. No, it was more like worship. He viewed him as his savior. I wanted to be looked upon like one of his lost little charges that so ripped his heart out when he came upon them too late. I wanted his tears, and his smiles.
“Lord William.” He took my special drinking horn from his sack and offered it to me. I caressed the back of his hand lightly as I took but made sure to turn my attention to a nearby noble. I watched out of the corner of my eye as his face colored. Good. Very good. He poured the beer into the horn. I turned back to him. “Taste it.”
Everyone drank of mugs and cups now. This horn was special The things I had to do to get it from the mystics. Poison was a silent killer, easily mistaken for friend when it had been tampered by a foe. Even if poison had been dropped into my drink, the magical properties of the horn would negate them. I watched as Cillian tipped the horn and took a big drink. So trusting…
He waited for a moment but felt no ill effects then handed the horn to me. I reached out and stroked a thumb down his face. His cheeks were still flushed. I had done nothing more than some simple touches, over his tunic and breeches just to test the waters as it were. He wanted me. He wanted me but he feared me. I was the biggest one in the castle. He had seen me returning from battling Lycan and werewolves, bloodied but wearing their pelts as my winter cloak. He has seen my wings. He doesn’t know what to make of me but he keeps coming back to me.
I drained the horn and held it out to be refilled. He gladly did it and tasted it again. My plan was to get my little shepherd boy drunk. He would be pliant and the first time is never that pleasurable for the receiver. I would use this time to break my little colt in and get him used to the saddle. I smirked as I heard him hiccup. Another property of the horn was that the owner could drink and drink and ever get drunk. Anyone else using it would find themselves slipping into a drunk stupor sooner than later. By the fourth refill, Cillian was barely able to pour the beer into the narrow mouth of the horn.
I caught him around the waist and hauled him to my chair. His eyes were gazed but he smiled sweetly at me. “I bed you tonight, Cillian.” I buried my nose in his hair. I could smell the sweet honey essence within him. I had fondled him, I had kissed him chastely but I had not drunk deeply from his lips, or tasted his throat. He knew I was not human.
“Little honeybee, your nectar is attracting too many flies who are not worthy of your glance, much less your bed.”
I took the horn, drained it then draped my conquest over my shoulder. I rose from my throne and bid my nobles good night and carried my shepherd boy to my bed chambers. He was such a little thing. I laid him gently on my fur covered bed. He mumbled and murmured but he was basically out.
I stripped off first. My body was that of a warrior in it’s prime. I had en-soulled myself in the second born son. I didn’t need to run the Empire every lifetime. It was progressing as I wanted and this way, I would get to have fun. I looked down at my fun. A golden haired boy, a youth with fair face and long limb. I could stay with him forever. I stripped him bare. His arms and face were darker than the rest of his body from exposure to the sun. Beautiful.
His flesh was warm and flushed with the strength of his blood The taste of honey seeped from his pours. I licked him. I savored him. He twitched and moaned as my hands ran his flanks to his groin. I pushed his thighs apart and settled my torso between them I sucked at his lemon shaped testicles. Even there it was sweetened with honey. My little Cillian was like a honeycomb. Everywhere your mouth ventured was golden sweetness.
His moan was like a choir of angels. I took him into my mouth. He began to thrash. I looked up over his belly to find narrowed slits of blue looking down at me. “William…” My name was a sigh off his lips. I sucked on his member. Drawing my head up and down it’s length My fingers played with his balls and caressed that spot behind it. His legs opened wider, inviting invading fingers. He came suddenly crying out his pleasure to the night. His essence filled my mouth. Pure honey. I spat a bit into my hand then attacked his virgin portal.
A single finger breeched him as I shifted using my hips to anchor him still. I kissed his stomach. I lapped at the sweat on his body. I started when I felt a hand jab itself in my hair. I twined my fingers and began to move them slowly in and out of his small little pink mouth. He groaned. I licked my way to his pale pink nipples. They had already budded and begged for me to taste them. So I did.
“William…”
I added a third finger to the mix down below. His face grimaced and his mouth fell open. His lips were slick with his own salvia. I could see his even teeth peeping out of the pink and swollen flesh. He had been gnawing on his lips as I taught his body about manhood.
I couldn’t wait. I’ve waited five years. I shifted between his legs, placing his knees over my shoulders. I pulled my fingers free and spat into my palm, stroking my hard cock with some lubricant. I pressed up to his portal.
His body tensed. I waited too long for this. He screamed as my body broke him to the saddle. I laid a hand over his mouth and bucked into him again. His eyes opened wide and stared wildly at the canopy of my bed. He was such a small thing. He gripped me tightly.
“Sssh, honeybee. I know it hurts. The first time always is a sweet agony that you will forget over the years. Right now, just bare it.” I withdrew slowly and then pushed forward again. There was a gurgle in his throat and his hand that was tangled in my hair yanked hard. I slammed into his portal brutally three times. His hands fell back and he lay unresisting beneath me.
“It will never be this bad again, Cillian. This I can promise you.”
“William..” His voice was broken. His eyes were swimming with tears. He had never looked so devine. I reached between us and began to stroke his shriveled members. I shafted him evenly as I worked him back into passion. I watched his face as my hand stroked faster and faster. I could feel the fluttering of his channel around me. His eyes rolled up into his head as his cock exploded. That orgasm sent shockwaves through his body into mine. I wanted to last longer. I shuttered and lost all sense of rythym. I came in a deep cry.
I almost folded him in half. I slumped forward, crushing him beneath me. Wearily, I slipped his legs over my head and turned him on his side. I looked down at his port. I had torn him. Blood seeped out of him along with my pale white offering. I pulled his smaller body back to me. He was shaking. I looked at his face. He was crying.
“No…shhhh. My honeybee. It will get better with time…”
“Kiss me.”
I frowned down at him. He opened his huge blue watery eyes and stared up at me.. “What was that?”
“You never kissed me.”
I leaned over, pressing him back into the mattress. I let my mouth tease his. I had taken him more brutally than I intended and all he wanted was a kiss. His arm came up again and wrapped about the back of my neck dragging me closer to him. Our tongues intertwined. He stopped for a moment. My spicy essence – a hot Asian flavor of cayenne was foreign to his palate. He pulled me down to him and sucked every so gently on my tongue. His mouth was the best part on him.
“Hey, what the hell are you thinking about?” I blinked and looked at Hades. His eyes were blazing with anger were only a few minutes before it was red flame passion.
He strong armed me off of him onto my back. He pinned me down the bed. “Who are you thinking about?”
My little honeybee was still a handful. “I was remembering our first kiss.”
That threw him off. His eyes narrowed. “You got me drunk and raped me.”
“And afterwards, you stole my heart when you demanded a kiss from me.”
He punched the pillow beside my head. “You can be such as asshole, William. Then you say something like this.” He threw himself down on me using my chest as a pillow. I smiled and kissed the top of his mop of hair. I stroked his golden wave. He kept it cut so short now that it couldn't curl.
“I miss your long hair.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I held my bundle of attitude until his posture softened and he dropped off into sleep. I stared up at the massive ceiling in Hades quarters on the third floor of the Golden Phoenix. He sprawled across my body and used me shameless like a mattress and a pillow. This was just like that first time Cillian slept with me…a thousand years ago. I drifted off holding my precious little honeybee in my arms. I had my love with me for forever…it still wasn’t long enough.
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