Sequel

See... I keep Rahl-ta around for a very specific reason. He's highly entertaining. And... his temples can be highly entertaining. If I want smutt, I can get smutt, if I want a war, I can get war, if I want justice... he's like a multitasker. Totally useful.

Now, states of minds are tricky things. States of souls are even trickier. Rahl-ta makes a comment about Rel being all... innocent. This is attributed to the fact that Rel can completely remove his past from himself. Thus if he died, his soul wouldn't bear the marks of his father, his wife and lover and the prisoners he's had to deal with (as other souls do). Here it's what... I suppose... some would call a near death experience. He has his moments where he is Rel, victim and frustrated and all that... then he has his moments where he thinks without that issue. And without being a victim Rel is totally into Rahl-ta

Like most people are. Rahl-ta is the god of sex. He's like. The hottest thing ever. To the people.

At the same time. This was not part of the original plot. Not by far. I sort of gave Rel the shove to keep him there and suggested to Illuva that she should leave Rel in a public place. Bad on me, certainly, but I wanted to know how sick Rahl-ta is. If I had known he was sick. Well. I would have been destroying cities and doomsdaying the peoples' lands. I'm the only one who's allowed to make Rahl-ta sick or discipline him darn it.

*coughs*

Anywho.

I do hope you all can enjoy the result. I know Rel did. Though he is going to be hella embarrassed when he realises what happened.

I wonder how he'd be if he realised that half the Sidhe of the tribe know that he had great sex...

Read, Review and Enjoy.





*Due to the nature of this chapter: I’ve not italicized what happens in the … dream… world.*




Rel came to sometime later, his eyes refused to focus for a moment before he realised that he was laying in a bed. A very big bed. A very big, four poster bed.

“She hardly even put up a fight,” a voice growled.

Rahl-ta’s voice.

“She’s worried that you might up and die with no heir to the throne. Kashtor would fight tooth and nail to take the throne and she’s not certain she can beat him.”

“Kashtor is a lesser god and hardly an issue…Tahl, darling?”

“You want him to yourself?” Tahl-ra murmured, the goddess laughed, “of course, you took him for you, after all, and she owes you a debt, not me.” a pause, where Tahl-ra was possibly kissing Rahl-ta, “enjoy him, but save enough of your appetite for me. Neh?”

“As always.”

Rel’s heart thundered in his chest as he stared up at the marble ceiling. Fear prickled through him. Toes to head and back down again. His body told him that he was sore and that his fall to the carpet had been harder than he had thought.

Which was bad. Very bad. Because pain meant he was there and he didn’t want to be there, he wanted to be back in his little cement room.

Rel closed his eyes and willed himself to go back to where he belonged. Go. Go. Go. Damn it. Go before he notices-

“You’re awake.”

Rel felt the movement of a body climbing onto the bed, felt the heat rolling off of the body as he clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to admit defeat, not wanting to admit that… that what? That he was going fucking crazy and thinking that Rahl-ta was laying along side him? How many people would have found this very position so very enticing, so very hot and arousing? How many pornographies depicted exactly this?

He clenched his teeth together and focused. That place. Over there where his body was. It seemed so far away. Why was it so far away?

“Not until I’m done with you,” fingers grazed over his jaw, he idly wondered what it would be like to have sex with the being who had created homosexuality.

Then he banished that thought and opened his eyes, facing that beautifully carved face, those yellow eyes and the mane of black hair that framed it.

“You aren’t real.”

“Aren’t I?” Rahl-ta laughed at Rel, the hand moving from Rel’s jaw to his chest.

That was when Rel realised that he was naked. He ignored it, tried to will himself to be dressed, this was a dream after all, was it not?

“You are a hallucination, I am losing my mind. Or hit my head on something. You are not real. The gods are not real, they are just a desperate idea that mortals cling to in hopes that death does not actually mean death but would lead to another death. You aren’t real… r…” Rel moaned and arched under the hand that grazed down him.

It was impossible.

“This body of yours… this self of yours… it’s untouched,” Rahl-ta sounded surprised and delighted at once, “I know of … but this is. Simply.”

“Know of what?” Rel grasped at something, feeling a voice about him. He knew he belonged somewhere else but he couldn’t seem to recall who or what he had been. Just. A concrete room.

“Amazing,” Rahl-ta whispered, lips and teeth nipping at Rel’s neck, “oh yes, I understand such a construction of a mind, she hade you made especially for this didn’t she? She knew she would have to trade someone. And this. You… let me taste you.”

No, Rel lurched back into awareness and pulled away from Rahl-ta even as the god reached down and snatched, not at Rel’s body, but at the blanket at the end of the bed. Rahl-ta draped it over Rel and the man looked around him, confused.

Everything beyond the bed was fuzzy. Like. The world unfocused beyond the bedding. And then he was… gone.

He couldn’t recall why he had pulled away from Rahl-ta. The god smiled just slightly at Rel and moved closer, pressing leg against leg, torso against torso. Rel sighed out as an arm moved over him, covering his chest for a moment as Rahl-ta reached for something.

A small green bottle with a liquid inside of it. Rahl-ta uncorked the bottle and dipped his finger into the liquid.

“For you, little virgin, I will obey the laws of nature,” Rahl-ta murmured, paused and then added, “this time.”

Rahl-ta reached between Rel’s legs. The man’s breath came faster, panic welled up in him. He had heard stories of Rahl-ta’s penis. All the tales said it was huge. Huge. With bumps all down it and…

Rel cried out and arched upward as Rahl-ta pushed the tip of the finger into him.

“Ohhh,” Rahl-ta moaned as if Rel’s pleasure was his own, “what I wouldn’t give to have one of you every day of the week. Easy, relax. That’s it. And just a little… relax little one.”

What no introduction? No, hi Rel, my name is? Some part of him banished the darkness that the world had shown him and just focused there. Some part of him wanted this to go through. It was that perverted part of him, the same part that had made him climb into bed with his wife’s lover, even though he was married. Even though he really. Really shouldn’t have. Curiosity.

And yet being with that man had been more engaging than any woman Rel had ever had.

Teeth nipped at his nipple, bringing him back to the present. To the growing pressure between his legs as Rahl-ta added a second finger.

“Please,” Rahl-ta growled, “I don’t know who taught you, but it does not involve you dazing off. Be here. Feel this,” a flick of the fingers that hit Rel’s prostrate and made the man mewl.

Rel pushed down on the fingers even as Rahl-ta withdrew them.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Rahl-ta murmured, “I must have you. I must be inside you when you come.”

“I. I won’t.” that’s not how it went. That wasn’t how it worked. Sure, in pornos that’s how it worked but not in real life.

Rahl-ta stood way from the bed and slid out of the robe. Revealing tanned skin over muscles. Abs and. And whatever those arm ones were called and those legs.

Bet Mm’s ass had nothing on Rahl-ta.

Who was Mm?

Rel’s gaze fell to Rahl-ta’s crotch. There was nothing obscene about him. Rahl-ta was larger than the average man, but not huge. It was not a strange colour or strangely shaped.

He wondered if it vibrated.

Rahl-ta smiled at Rel and climbed onto the bed, “Oh. She did not trade me badly, not at all. I want you. I want you pleasured.”

Rel shuddered and shrunk into the bedding, wary of this and yet wanting it all the same. He couldn’t understand what his body was telling him, his head was confused. All… confused.

“And. As you are here,” Rahl-ta murmured, “and… of the right… mind…”

Why was Rahl-ta mincing words with him? Rel snatched at the god’s hair and yanked Rahl-ta into a kiss. The god pulled away after a long moment, growling at the back of his throat like some kind of feral cat.

“I am going to make certain that you know what real pleasure is like.”

Rahl-ta settled between Rel’s legs, distracting the man with kisses and light caresses. The barest grazing of fingers over skin. Even places that so long ago had lost feeling lit up at the graze, as if over reaching to try and find that alluring feeling on its way by.

“Breath in,” Rahl-ta instructed, reaching between them to guide himself, “and now slowly out.”

Slowly out hitched in Rel’s throat when he clenched his teeth at the intrusion, at the burning pressure that was just too large to fit him comfortably. A hand held him down when he arched up and away, another held his hips in place, to keep him from pulling too far.

“Breath,” Rahl-ta whispered into his ear.

A shudder ran through him and Rel forced himself to breath, to relax around the intrusion. It didn’t hurt as much if he went limp. He knew that.

Knew that from whe-

Rahl-ta’s lips met his, tongue delved into his mouth as the intrusion pushed further into him. Rel tried to clench his teeth and ended up biting Rahl-ta’s tongue. The god pulled his mouth away and flashed a toothy smile at Rel.

“A little rough handling never hurt anyone. But only a little,” Rahl-ta bent his head and bit Rel’s shoulder gently, digging his teeth deeper until Rel shuddered at the pressure on his shoulder.

It was a show of domination and Rel accepted it as he wrapped his legs around Rahl-ta’s waist. As he rocked further onto the god, demonstrating his own submission through his willingness to perform.

Through his willingness for pleasure.

Rel moaned as their hips met. Grunted as Rahl-ta adjusted the angle just so and withdrew. Mewled when Rahl-ta thrust back into him, hitting every good spot and missing all the bad ones. Out and back in. Rel arched off the bed, not certain if he could take such treatment for very long. His body cried for release and the pressure was too much.

The pleasure that rolled through his limbs was the only thing that made him want Rahl-ta to thrust again. The god thrust harder. The pace picked up and it was all Rel could do to catch a breath between moaning and mewling. He tried to thrust his hips in time, to move with Rahl-ta but just when he was beginning to get the rhythm again he lost it and Rahl-ta thrust harder than usual.

“Please,” Rel reached for Rahl-ta and the god bend down, allowing Rel to hook his hand about Rahl-ta’s neck, “please, let me… please.”

He shook with pleasure. They were both covered in sweat and the places where their bodies met were just too hot to bear any longer.

“Let me…” Rahl-ta panted, thrusting as he spoke, biting his lip in a pause as he filled Rel, before he withdrew, “let me come inside of you.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” Rel moaned, pushing his hips towards Rahl-ta.

Rahl-ta thrust into Rel and rocked, barely moving at all as the god bend his head and muffled a sound. He continued to rock, just enough to create movement, to create the pleasure that weakened Rel’s limbs, but not enough for Rel to orgasm. Rahl-ta huffed out and bent, capturing Rel’s lips as he withdrew suddenly and slammed back into the man. Rel’s cry was muffled by Rahl-ta’s lips. He felt the heat spreading inside of him even as he felt the heat spreading between them. His body sighed in relief after a moment of tensing.

Rahl-ta collapsed against Rel, barely keeping himself up. The god’s head set on Rel’s chest. One. Two. Three breaths.

The god pulled away suddenly, startled and confused. Rahl-ta looked Rel over, up and down and back up again as if expecting him to suddenly change shape or size.

“Aniege. Wh… your body is Aniege?”

“Aniege are extinct,” Rel mumbled sleepily, untangling his legs from Rahl-ta’s as he curled up on his side and yawned, “Everybody knows that.”

“Aniege is-” Rahl-ta put a hand to his mouth and went pale, pale as the white marble that made up the ceiling. The god rushed off the bed.

Sick. Rahl-ta was sick.

Rel made a sound at the back of his throat and drifted to sleep.




Only to be woken a moment later by something very nasty. Rel sat up choking, batting at the fowl smelling stuff and the damnable hand that held it.

“Oh, thank god he’s alive,” Mari’s voice snapped, “get Palt, I want a full work up done. Don’t give me that, look at him, does he look healthy to you? Get Palt, Mik. Go on. Fetch.”

In the snarled tone of a woman who was not going to be ignored.

Rel focused. Mm was sitting cross legged beside him, a puzzled expression on his face as he watched Mari. Mari stood with the now capped smelling salt, snarling at an attendant.

Rel’s stomach growled loudly, “Food,” he croaked.

“Of course, you. Fetch the food cart,” the attendant rushed off as Mari turned to Rel and lifted his head, “Rel, listen to me, when was the last time you ate?”

“This morning.”

“And before that?”

“Lassssss” Rel’s world spun, “night.”

“Are you… certain…”

“Eat when Mm eats, every food cart,” Rel groaned, “I had the strangest dream…”

“That’s impossible.”

“No, no it’s not. See… Rahl-ta was there… and…”

“Palt! Thank the gods, something’s wrong with Rel.”

Nothing was wrong with Rel, he was just hungry. And tired.

… and his ass throbbed when they sat him up so that Palt could have a look at him.

Holy fucking hells. His ass… throbbed?


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