Kissed by Darkness

Chapter 3 Abandoned Hope

It could have been any number of things that woke him up. For instance, it could've been the soft trickling of water, small droplets dripping down upon his skin like random little showers"¦. Or it could've been the soft, amused chuckling that he could just barely hear beyond the blackness, the sound of a male voice laughing softly in an almost mischievous child-like way"¦. Though it also could have been the pain filled moans that seemed to echo all around him"¦ It was probably a combination, but regardless, Cyrus was soon waking from a deep hazed filled"¦. sleep. Eyes of blue slowly blinking open, only to soon close again tightly as he felt cool liquid begin to drip directly into the orbs, there after what was more than likely an entire bowl of ice cold water splashing into his face, causing Cyrus to turn his head, coughing as he seemed to inhale just a small amount of the liquid.

Instinctively, Cyrus tried to bring his hands up to wipe the water from his eyes and face, through found that movement was hindered uncomfortably by a rope tied so tightly around his wrists, pinning them to his back, that it was cutting sharply into the s the the pain only worsening as he pulled roughly on the bonds in vain for a moment. The sound of an almost wicked kind of laughter rang in his ears, and Cyrus continued to thrash for a brief moment in confusion, not knowing where he was, the situation of waking up the way he had, and being so dazed at the same time being a bit scary.

His breathing was a slightly ragged, shallow pants heaving his chest as he calmed somewhat, blinking his eyes several times, heavy lids soon opening, his vision blurred as if he were looking through huge rain drops"¦. Though when it cleared Cyrus jumped back startled as he came face to face with Raven Covrus who was squatting down next to the monk. Much to the dark lord's amusement, a small cry of pain escaped the blonde as he banged his head against the hard stone floor he was laying upon when he made the alarmed motion, his hands being painfully crushed under his back.

Raven couldn't help but be completely amused, watching the other man with morbid interest as his situation began to sink into him. You could almost see the horror and dread flashing before the monk's eyes, could see his face falling. It was painfully obvious when Cyrus realized that he was completely naked because he started to curl himself into a ball, bringing his knees up to his chest in an effort to hide his body from the other's penetrating gaze, the embarrassment and shame evident. Raven could almost feel the man's heart sinking into the pit of his stomach, could see the glimmer of hope extinguishing in those sapphire orbs that squeezed shut as if trying to will the situation away. Tension, dread, and a feeling of complete abandonment of hope seemed to encompass the dark chamber, lit by only a few torches lining the stone walls.

It was one of Raven's favorite places really, the dungeons of his castle. It was literally like a dark and dreadful maze down there, and even if a prisoner happened to get out of his cell he'd have little hope of actual escape. The stench of blood and death hung in the air, the smell seeming to all at once invade Cyrus' senses when his nostrils were clear of water. Unfortunately it was a smell that Cyrus was used to, it was the same as on the battle field, though it still made him want to be sick, his stomach churning, making him want to gag right there on the floor.

Cyrus' heart seemed to sink even lower as he began to become more fully aware of the evident suffering filling the many cells in the dark underground labyrinth. The sounds of pain seemed to mist through the air like a gentle rain, a myriad of tones from deep moaning to pained cries completely chaotic and not at all synchronized being muffled by the walls. He could hear pleading for the pain to stop, pleading for death even. Both prayers for the Lord to save them as well as people cursing God mixed into the jumble, and the thought that some of them were his own people, prisoners of war, was devastating, and even more so, the thought that all of his people would soon be meeting this fate made Cyrus want to die himself, made him feel like"¦. No"¦ made him know he was a complete failure.

Scarlet eyes like deep, dark rubies in the flickering torch light were completely focused on the man with a kind of sick fascination, being amused by the obvious devastation, though it wasn't long before Raven was bored with watching the man curl up like a fetus in shame and hopelessness, and the dark lord was ready to move on. In one swift motion, Raven forcefully yanked Cyrus' legs downwards, holding a leg firmly extended out, his other hand tightly gripping a shoulder to make him stay in his position, exposing a beautifully toned body, the honey colored skin glistening just barely with sweat, a few areas darkened with bruises. The blood and grime from the battle had only been rinsed off so that Raven wouldn't be smeared with more dirt himself. Long, smooth locks of once golden hair were now tangled and wild, the sheen and color darkened by dirt that hadn't been thoroughly enough washed out.

"Modesty? Have you forgotten already that I've touched your most intimate areas"¦. That I've made you cum"¦." Raven taunted the monk, a smirk tugging at his lips, eyes glittering with a certain amount of amused arousal as his tongue absently swept out over his lips for a moment.

"Have you forgotten that I stretched that tight, little hole of yours, taking your virginity?" The dark lord's smirk only grew as he leaned down to whisper in the bound man's ear, hair as black as night sweeping out over his shoulder, hanging slightly in Cyrus' face.

"Mmm"¦. I'm getting hard just thinking about it"¦." He continued quite truthfully.

In a moment of anger that seemed to spark out of nowhere like the last flickering of a candle flame, Cyrus spit in Raven's face, the leg not being held down by the other man coming up in a sudden movement, aiming to kick Raven in the head. Unfortunately for him though, he only succeeded in striking a blow to the side of dark haired man's arm, causing Raven to stagger to the side, having to release the monk's shoulder to reach his hand out to the ground, catching himself before toppling over.

In an instant, red, ruby eyes narrowed, glittering with a certain amount of angry satisfaction, and it wasn't anougher moment before Raven drew his hand back, only to bring it down hard across the monk's cheek with a loud smack, causing the blonde's head and upper body to jerk violently, the side of his face coming into painful contact with the hard stone floor. Raven wasted no time in quickly forcing Cyrus onto his back completely, and straddling his hips, the blonde gritting his teeth slightly from the throbbing and sharp pain of his hands being trapped and crushed between the weight of his body and the floor, the pressure of Raven pinning his hips firmly down only making it worse.

The angry look Raven had wore just a moment earlier was very quickly discarded in lieu of an eerie looking amused one, the dark lord, soon bringing his hand back once again to swiftly strike anougher harsh blow across the monk's face, chuckling at the way the other's eyes watered with glossy tears, probably a combination of both physical and emotional pain. A soft pink tongue was soon gliding over the dark haired man's lips very slowly and seductively as he laid his hands on Cyrus' chest, starting to caress and touch the firm, toned muscles underneath in a teasingly and mockingly soft way. The tears that had formed in Cyrus' eyes started to spill down his cheeks, and in an effort that was completely hopeless and useless Cyrus thrashed his hips, wildly trying to throw the other man off.

It didn't last long though, hardly a minute before the monk gave up the struggle, being tied and pinned to the ground in a place he had no idea where he was, or whether his people were already dead or not. His chest started to heave with deep sobs, Cyrus having moved far beyond pride and openly weeping dramatically, uncaring that the other was only entertained by such reactions. Raven smirked broadly, resuming his movements as Cyrus stopped struggling, nimble fingers traveling down a toned, exposed chest, touching and teasing both nipples, making them firm and erect as he pinched them gently, rolling the buds lightly between his finger tips.

"Why are you doing this?!" Cyrus cried, his voice filled with horror and complete emotional distress. "Just kill me! You've won, so please just kill me"¦." He was so over come with his own grief and terror about what was to come for himself, about what was to come or had become of his people that his voice cracked, and his sobs caught in his throat.

A light chuckleapedaped the dark haired man as he leaned down over Cyrus, his own solid, exposed chest pressing against the blonde's, the tight, black pants Raven wore being the only thing separating their groins.

"Now, now, don't be like that, Cyrus"¦." Raven cooed in feigned, soft tone. "It hurts my feelings to think that you'd actually rather die than have me touch you." He grinned broadly, pressing his lips to the divot behind Cyrus' ear, the monk making a lame effort to move his head away which did no good at all, only causing Raven to be more insistent, suckling the skin lightly as he pressed his hips downwards, causing a half sob to escape the blonde.

"You know you like it when I touch you, Cyrus"¦. Your body just screams it"¦." The dark lord reached a hand down between their crushed together bodies, rubbing the flat of his palm up and down the length of Cyrus' cock.

Cyrus gave anougher near strangled sob in response, his body giving a sharp jerk to try and escape the gesture, though was denied the movement as the other man had him pinned securely. Fresh tears continued to stream in thick canals down the monk's cheeks, and all he could do was merely cry pathetically as he was fondled, the other man wrapping his fist around his shaft, stroking the organ lightly until it was completely hard, soon removing his hand to thrust his own cloth covered arousal against the hard, exposed cock below.

"You're so hot"¦ Just give into it"¦. Your body already is"¦." Raven said in a voice that was a mere whisper directly into Cyrus' ear, only causing the monk to cry more, knowing it was true on at least some level as he felt his hips thrusting upwards against the other's on their own accord, the friction causing sinful pleasure to course through his body.

It was what probably disturbed Cyrus the most; the way his body was so eager to react to this man. Knowing that he had envisioned Raven doing things like this before, had pictured him touching and kissing him in the most intimate ways made Cyrus feel all that much guiltier, as if his thoughts somehow became a devastating reality.

He didn't stop crying even as Raven removed himself from his body, nor did he try and make any break for escape, simply laying there on the floor, rolling to his side slightly. The dark haired man just rolled his eyes, moving over to Cyrus' feet. The anguished cries the blonde was releasing came to a stop as a rattling of what sounded like iron"¦.. chains to be more specific reached his ears. The monk was soon gazing down at Raven just at the exact moment that the dark haired man grasped one of his ankles firmly.

It was like a natural reaction for Cyrus to resist, not wanting to be further bound, somehow thinking that it would put him more so at the other's mercy, even though he knew it was already a hopeless situation. He tried to jerk his leg away, tried kicking out, and moving to the side, but Raven merely laughed wickedly, and straddled the monk's knees, holding him firmly still as he locked one ankle in a heavy iron shackle, the metal gripping tightly. Cyrus had pretty much given up the fight, the realization of it being utterly useless and hopeless overcoming the monk like a dreaded wave of horror, and he soon found his other ankle shackled, Raven there after getting up, moving not far away.

An almost grinding, rattling sound like chains being tugged threw a pulley reached Cyrus' ears, and he found his legs spread eagled, and pinned securely to the floor. In an instant the monk sat up in a desperate maneuver to cover himself, only to be met with a hearty chuckle, as the dark lord moved closely behind Cyrus, resting on his knees with his legs tucked up under his rear. He pressed himself firmly against the monk's back, grinning broadly as he gave a small thrust of his hips, sending hioin oin into Cyrus' tied together hands, which balled into fists as much as possible.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you"¦." Raven taunted truthfully, smirking evilly as he bent his head down, and violently bit into the soft flesh of the monk's neck.

Cyrus' gave a sharp cry of pain, and started to jerk away, though that movement came to a sudden halt as Raven's strong arms came up around his form from behind, firmly resting Cyr Cyrus' upper arms, one of Raven's hands holding a very sharp looking dagger to the side of the monk's throat that the dark lord's teeth weren't latched securely onto, effectively making the blonde go rigid and still. The monk clenched his eyes tightly shut as he was forced to merely take the torture being inflicted on him, Raven sinking his teeth deeper into soft, honey toned skin until his mouth was invaded by metallic tasting fluid. He suckled the wound greedily, drinking Cyrus in as if his blood were the essence of life itself, soon pulling back just slightly, his reddened, blood streaked tongue slipping out to sweep over the fresh wound, gently lapping at it in an almost soothing type of motion.

"You taste so good"¦.." Raven breathed against the monk's neck, his face pulled into a devilish smirk as he began licking and suckling at the skin, holding the blade even more threateningly close to the other side of the monk's throat as he let his free hand trail downwards, touching and even pinching the skin at places, varying between being soft, caressing with a gentle touch, and being firm, causing small, sharp pains, Cyrus not even daring to cry out. The dark lord's hand was soon caressing the monk's cock, ghosting his finger tips over the flesh, touching the warm length teasingly before firmly beginning to fondle, cupping his balls and stroking the organ to hardness. "I bet all of you tastes really good"¦."

Cyrus' already closed eyes seemed to clench even tighter shut, Raven giving an amused chuckle as he removed his arms from around the blonde, and in one smooth motion, cut through the rope tying the monk's wrists together. The dark lord didn't even give him a chance to fight before grasping Cyrus' wrists in a painfully tight grip, and pulled him backwards in one quick motion. The monk gave a small cry as his head once again made brutal contact with the stone ground, for a moment there Cyrus being dazed and dizzy, which only made it easy for Raven to lock his wrists into heavy, tight shackles, pulling the chains tightly in the same fashion as he had done to Cyrus' legs, pinning them firmly down against the ground extended up at a slight V slant.

Raven had to step back and admire the sight before him. Cyrus was like some kind of offering, completely laid out and exposed, spread eagled on his back. The sun kissed hue of his skin could just barely be noticed in the dull light of the chamber, though his muscles were clearly defined, the shadows casting over a few ripples seeming to give them more depth. His cock was clearly exposed, much to the monk's embarrassment, the member now limp, and resting to the side. Raven paced around the blonde, moving so that he was standing at his feet. The way Cyrus was so spread out, his legs extended apart like he was made it easy for one to see the tight pucker of the monk's entrance, the muscle a bit red and slightly torn from the earlier abuse.

The shame Cyrus felt was clear as his head was turned to the side; eyes squeezed shut, tangled blond hair spilling out over his shoulder. Raven licked his lips, his crimson gaze alone practically molesting the other man as he looked upon him hungrily. There were so many things Raven could do. He was absolutely thrilled, completely loving having Cyrus Produxi at his mercy like this. It seemed like he had waited forever for this moment, waiting being something Raven hated to do. He had envisioned so many different horrible scenarios about what he would like to do with the blonde, about different ways to make him scream, to make him cry in pain before eventually killing him brutally"¦..

Though now, things were different. Raven didn't want to merely hurt Cyrus physically anymore. No. Not after how things had turned out on the battle field. He wanted Cyrus completely broken. Wanted Cyrus to willingly throw everything he ever believed, everything he ever loved away. Raven wanted to watch the suffering it would cause, wanted to make the suffering worse. Seeing the monk become a failure in his own eyes was what Raven now wanted, and would settle for nothing less.

Raven thought that it was too bad that Cyrus still had his eyes clenched shut as he started to slowly undo the laces at the crotch of his pants. He was tempted to just order the other to look at him, though resisted. Eyes like dark rubies were slightly narrowed, loo look a bit devious, though the arousal he felt very apparent in his gaze as he kept completely focused on the bound monk laid out before him on the cold, dank floor. The dark lord really did think Cyrus was missing out on a beautiful show as he slipped his pants down over his hips, letting the material gather at his feet before kicking the garment aside. He was quite stunning after all, his pale skin seeming to be slightly illuminated in the dull light, the only flaws being the cleaned wounds and bruises Cyrus had inflicted, which were only temporary, and anyways, Raven was beautiful enough to where the flaws only served to give him a dangerous kind of character.

Cyrus was already tense, but you could literally see him going even more rigid, his body flexing in a kind of instinctive, defense as Raven dropped down to his knees, merely resting his hands on Cyrus' calves right above the shackles locked around the monk's ankles. A broad smirk was settled into place on the dark lord's face as he gazed up at Cyrus, the monk still refusing to open his eyes, messy strands of hair actually covering most of his face as his head was turned to the side, one cheek against the hard, cold floor.

"Afraid to look at me, hm?" Raven said in an amused tone of voice, raking his nails firmly, though not sharply down Cyrus' calves.

Cyrus just went more tense, still refusing to look at the other man. "You disgust me," Cyrus answered in a low tone, earning a hearty chuckle, Raven scrapping his nails down the flesh again, kneeling between Cyrus' spread legs, still smirking amusedly up at the monk.

"What bothers you more? That I'm doing this to you"¦.? Or that you like it?" Raven grinned as Cyrus gritted his teeth. "I think you're afraid to look at me because you like what you see." The dark lord continued arrogantly, though Cyrus hated thinking that there might be some truth to that. "Look at me and tell me that I disgust you." Really though Raven just wanted Cyrus to look at him, and it took a while, silence hanging in the air like a dark, heavy cloud, but Cyrus eventually did move his gaze to the other man, for those few moments there his blue eyes firm like they had been on the battle field, a look that made a chill of excitement travel down the dark lord's spine.

Raven didn't give Cyrus a chance to say anything though as those sapphire orbs focused on him, naked, kneeling between the blonde's spread legs, wanting those bright blue eyes to remain on him longer, which they did as Raven started to caress upwards slowly. "Tell me, Cyrus"¦" He drew out the moment ruby eyes locked with Cyrus' deep and dark sapphire, finger tips just barely teasing an inch above the other's knees. "Tell me that I disgust you"¦. That you don't like it when I touch you"¦.."

Cyrus' entire body felt like it was heating with a dark blush as Raven looked at him like that, the dark lord's hands slowly moving upwards on the tops of his thighs. "You disgust me"¦." He replied in a tone that was meant to be firm, though came out more soft than anything else as he turned his gaze away, tears starting to form in his eyes, which he soon closed, not allowing them to fall.

Laughter soon met Cyrus' ears, unseen to him, the dark lord shaking his head amusedly as he started to inch forward more in earnest now, letting his fingers touch and explore the flesh of Cyrus' inner thighs avidly. "Isn't it a sin to lie, Brother?" the dark haired man taunted arrogantly, now kneeling with his legs tucked up underneath him, knees resting a mere inch from the other's groin.

Cyrus didn't respond, only going tenser as Raven's fingers explored the junctures between thigh and groin on each side of his already hardening cock, even more ashamed that he was already becoming aroused without his length ever even being touched. Cyrus was unable to keep from trembling, his body shaking with what he told himself was disgust, and sickness at the entire situatas Ras Raven slowly, leaned down, letting his warm breath caress the hard arousal, his lips a mere inch away from the flesh as his hands continued to move, caressing the insides of Cyrus' thighs gently. The dark lord's gaze remained on the monk's face though, wanting to watch the reactions, wanting to see the different emotions and sensations in Cyrus' beautifully defined features as Raven's tongue swept across the underside of the monk's cock just lightly, teasingly almost.

Raven was only too delighted to hear the almost startled gasp, the sharp intake of breath soon followed by a breathy moan as the dark lord let his tongue caress the length more earnestly, lapping at the warm flesh in an almost eager way, making the entire shaft practically glistening with wetness. Cyrus had to cry out, the sound filled with desperation, it being completely obvious that it was a cry of protest. The monk looked like a man who was completely torn as the head of his cock was incased in the warmth of Raven's mouth, the dark lord suckling at the sensitive flesh hard, his tongue caressing the smooth skin.

One could almost see the sparkle of both amusement and arousal in Raven's crimson depths as he let his lips slide down the shaft at a torturously slow pace, his tongue flattening out and cupping around the underside of Cyrus' cock, inch by inch sheathing the flesh, letting it slide easily down his throat until it was completely engulfed. Cyrus had never felt anything like it in his entire life, had never been so completely riddled with so much pleasure, and couldn't keep his body still almost writhing under the other's motions, his voice riddled with desperation. It only got worse as Raven started to avidly work his shaft, wonderfully full lips sliding up and down the entire length of his arousal, the dark lord's cheeks caving in just slightly with suction, his tongue flicking across the tip and playing along the underside of Cyrus' cock.

The monk was almost screaming as he felt a slender digit slide into his entrance, the ring of muscle gripping tightly around the dark haired man's finger as if trying to reject the intrusion, just the one digit feeling very big in the already abused cavity. Raven didn't let up though, and his finger immediately drove deep inside, searching for the sensitive gland buried deep within, it being obvious when he found it by the way Cyrus' entire body tensed dramatically, not able to keep his hips from jerking up in an eager motion, sending his cock deeper into the talented mouth as he let out a loud scream, it's exact meaning not being one easy to define.

It seemed just as Raven started though, he stopped, letting the finger slip from the blonde's entrance, the hard arousal falling from his lips which were settled in a devious type of grin. Cyrus had been wishing the entire time that Raven would stop, had silently prayed he would"¦. Though now that he had, Cyrus wasn't sure whether or not it was worse with the way his entire body felt completely enflamed, practically throbbing with arousal in a way it had never before. He kept his eyes clenched shut, biting his lower lip so hard that blood was, unawaredly to him, seeping from the delicate flesh, trying to will away the arousal, the situation, his failure, never having imagined such a sense of desperation in his life.

Blue orbs soon snapped open when he felt something very tight gripping around his groin near painfully, his gaze shifting down to see Raven securing a leather cock ring around his groin, the thick material completely encircling both his balls and shaft at the very base. Had Cyrus actually been acquainted with such toys, he might have thought it was a bit odd that Raven choose a cock ring considering the form of "torture" being inflicted upon the monk"¦ Though Raven thought it was quite brilliant, and he was eager to see just how hot Cyrus would get, and wondered if the blonde would even beg for release"¦. It was indeed a sweet thought, one that made it easy to see how amused Raven was by the mere suggestion as he gazed up at the monk, meeting his eyes, and tauntingly gave the blonde's member a soft lick, not for a moment shifting his gaze away, and chuckling lightly when Cyrus did.

The blonde's pulse seemed to go up a notch as Raven moved from between his legs. It wasn't what he was expecting at all. He had been expecting the dark lord to rape him once again, but as Raven moved so that he was kneeling directly above his head, Cyrus opened his eyes almost curiously, though the dread of whatever the man had planned was clearly seen in his features, the tension obvious, it seeming to build to extreme levels as Raven spoke. "Bite me, and I will make you watch me torture and kill 3 people," the dark lord promised in a dangerously firm tone before he straddled the blonde's head, and laid his body almost flush down over Cyrus', the tip of the dark haired man's cock resting lightly at the monk's lips, Raven smiling wickedly as he feather lightly let his own lips press against Cyrus' arousal.

Cyrus closed his eyes as more tears started to glaze over the blue depths, trying to will it all away, trying to separate himself from the situation like he had heard traumatized people did, leaving his body still and lifeless, devoid of any feeling"¦ He couldn't though. His body wouldn't let him leave reality as the warm, hard cock pressed more firmly down on his lips, Raven making it brutally obvious what he wanted. The dark lord gave a low growl as he bit harshly into Cyrus' inner thigh when the monk made no move to comply with what was being suggested, the blonde soon crying out in pain from the bite, the chains attached to the shackles giving a sharp tug as the blonde tried to escape the abuse instinctively.

"I won't play a game with you, Cyrus. You either get to work on my cock or this entire chamber will be bathed in blood." Raven's dangerously low tone promised a complete follow through on those words, and Cyrus had no choice but to comply, taking in a deep shaky breath as he tentatively parted his lips, just the very tip slipping between the full, soft flesh, trails of fresh tears escaping his closed eyes, and sliding down his face.

Raven gave a deep groan, his own body practically trembling with anticipation to feel those virgin lips wrapped around his cock, the mere thought that Cyrus had never before done anything like this being completely intoxicating. He let his breath ghost over the length of Cyrus' arousal, the member completely firm and engorged, his balls tight and almost red from being squeezed by the cock ring.

"Use your tongue," Raven's voice was heavy, dripping with his own need as he grasped the base of Cyrus' cock, and let his tongue flick out over the tip before swirling around the head, caressing the warm flesh.

Cyrus somehow managed to choke the sobs that wanted to surface back and mimicked Raven's motions in an almost meek way, his tongue tentatively touching and sliding around the smooth surface of the head between his lips, dancing around it in a way that was teasingly, though was really just reluctance. Raven couldn't take it though. It was too torturous, and without any regard to the monk gave a sharp thrust of his hips down, forcing his cock into the warm wet mouth until it was completely encased, not even trying to hold back the deep moan of pleasure. The sound of the dark lord's voice only carried on through the chamber as Cyrus started to choke, the blonde's throat contracting around Raven's shaft tightly, making the dark haired man shiver in delight as he very slowly and lightly started to stroke Cyrus' cock, letting his hand brush up and down the heated arousal.

Somehow, Cyrus managed not to bite down on the member forced roughly down his throat, the slight scraping of his teeth actually causing more of a pleasurable reaction in the dark lord who began to make even movements of his hips, letting his length slide out before pushing it back into the unwilling mouth, finding the inexperience of the other man only to be more of a turn on. Thick tears were still streaming out of clenched shut eyes that refused to open, and Cyrus felt like he was completlostlost, like he had already died, and was suffering in some kind of emotional hell. He felt like he was on fire, completely hot as Raven continued to make even strokes up and down his length with his hand, the dark lord bending his head at it to take the tip of the monk's shaft in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the head, coating it with his saliva, allowing those teasing digits to easily slide up and down his pulsing cock.

Cyrus wanted it to end. He was actually wishing that Raven had raped him just for the simple fact that he knew that at least would be painful"¦ but this, the pleasure thrk lrk lord was inflicting him with was more damaging to the monk than any amount of pain would be. He was completely torn between being absolutely disgusted by what Raven was making him do, and his body screaming for more, wanting the other man to more firmly stroke him, wanting those lips to travel all the way down his cock just as his own were forced to"¦. Raven would do no such thing though, and just continued his teasing motions, making the hard flesh in hand throb almost painfully.

"Ahhhh"¦ Fuck! Your mouth is so good"¦.. Suck it just like a whore"¦." Raven breathed his tone raspy yet demanding.

Cyrus did as he was told, hoping to speed things along, wanting it to be over. He started to suck more earnestly, his cheeks caving in as he sucked hard on the, to him, down stroke from base to tip, his tongue sliding along the underside. He shifted his head upwards as Raven thrusted down, now accustomed to the member sliding down his throat, having learned very quickly to relax his throat and draw breaths in through his nose. From an outside eye it appeared that Cyrus loved what he was doing as he allowed his lips to vigorously slide along the hard shaft, milking it with his mouth, working it very avidly. His entire body was tense, completely taunt as the dark lord continued to tease him, breathing on the monk's firm cock as he stroked it gently, absently lapping at the warm flesh"¦. Though Cyrus hated it. Hated Raven, hated himself. All anl hel he wanted to die, too humiliated to ever look the people of his village in the eye again, and too broken to even go on living.

"Gods! Shit"¦ Suck it hard!" Raven groaned, and it really wasn't all that much longer before he couldn't control the build up of pleasure another moment, his own body trembling and quaking, beginning to thrust into the warm mouth more eagerly, not caring in the slightest bit about the monk's comfort. With a few more quick thrusts, Raven was gripping the monk's cock nearly painfully as he cried out loudly, his entire form shaking with his orgasm as he shot thick jets of seed down Cyrus' throat, the blonde starting to choke slightly, thick, creamy fluid escaping and dribbling out the sides of his lips.

"Ahhh"¦. Fuck that was good"¦. Gods"¦ You sure you haven't done that before"¦?" Raven managed to taunt Cyrus through ragged breaths and pants, his form now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as was the body below. Rav Raven let his cock slip from those wonderful, no longer virgin lips, Cyrus' eyes parting only slightly, his vision almost completely blurred from a build up of tears. He thought that the dark lord might move now that he'd reached his climax, but Raven didn't budge, only making small movements with his hips, letting his wet, sticky cock slide over Cyrus' now closed lips and cheeks.

"Mmm"¦ You're so fucking hot"¦ and hard"¦." Raven said in a low, seductive voice as he started to stroke the monk's cock more firmly now, his breath caressing the tip as he spoke. "Lick my cock"¦. Clean it off"¦." He demanded, though in the same almost alluring tone before taking just the head of Cyrus' arousal in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he continued to evenly stroke the length, not at all hindering the monk's movements as he couldn't keep himself from thrusting just slightly.

Cyrus choked back a shaky sob, and once again had no choice but to comply, the threat of watching as others were tortured and killed looming over him. His entire form was tense and shaking with both arousal and the effort to hold the arousal at bay, completely torn between being glad the cock ring was preventing his release, though still wanting to reach that climax so badly. He reached a soft tongue out, slowly letting it flatten and glide over the surface of Raven's cock, gathering the spent fluid, and letting it slide down his throat. He couldn't help the fact that doing such a thing made the rapidly becoming painful sparks of pleasure burn all that much brighter.

The dark lord let out a deep groan of pleasure as he let his lips slide fully down the engorged shaft, his voice providing pleasant vibrations through the already throbbing organ as it was sheathed. Cyrus couldn't help the fact that his own voice echoed Raven's as the ebony haired man started to make feverish strokes with his mouth up and down the warm cock, his head turning slightly as his lips slid upwards from the base, Raven letting his tongue dance around the head in quick motions.

"Oh God"¦. Please"¦.. Please"¦ No"¦. I"¦." Cyrus cried against the still hard member against his lips, releasing a sob as he forced himself to continue lapping at the thick shaft, his tongue caressing and licking the hot flesh, leaving it completely clean and glistening with only hilivaliva.

Had Raven's mouth not been so busy he would have been smiling in triumph after hearing such beautiful pleads, the desperate, horror and pain filled voice only egging him on further. One hand slid up the inside of Cyrus' thigh, touching the flesh firmly, scrapping his nails slowly across the surface, and leaving white trails in their wake until he was cupping the too tight balls, letting his fingers play over the stretched , smooth flesh. He let a single finger dip lower, simply massaging the outer ring of Cyrus' entrance, teasing it by inserting just a finger tip before with drawling and caressing the tight pucker. Without giving any warning, Raven thrusted the digit deep inside the monk's entrance, immediately beginning to caress and fondle the hidden bundle of nerves.

It was soon before Cyrus was losing it, his entire body shaking, wanting so badly to both release, and not release, just wanting the painful pressure to go away. His body demanded that he thrust into the giving mouth, not able to stop himself with any amount of flexing, and he couldn't keep from groaning, sounds torn between protests and pleas.

"Please"¦. Please Oh God"¦ It hurts"¦ Please stop"¦." It wasn't a lie. The cock ring was gripping him too tightly, was making the pleasure painful, and he was completely certain that he would have cum long ago had the ring not been in place.

Raven only gave a lhuckhuckle from the back of his throat, and continued his motions, not even caring that Cyrus was no longer lapping at his own need. Dark, coal colored hair was sweeping and moving with the motion of Raven's head, the soft strands tickling gently across Cyrus' thighs. He increased the suction dramatically, jerking and milking the overly aroused cock with the force of his lips remaining completely taunt, letting his tongue flatten out and glide over the warm flesh.

"Please! I need"¦.. Oh God"¦. I need to"¦.. PLEASE!!!" Cyrus couldn't keep himself from practically screaming.

Raven's eyes sparkled with something that was very near an amused kind of twisted happiness as he made few more strokes with his mouth. He reached a hand out, agile digits slipping into the pocket of his discarded pants, soon retracting as he finally undid theturoturous cock ring, Cyrus almost immediately crying out incoherently as he thrusted up sharply, a thick shot of cum invading Raven's mouth before he pulled back.

The sound of the monk's voice became more urgent as he was denied those lips, but his body continued to shake, and his seed continued to spill from his eager body. It was only a mere moment before Raven was drinking the contents of the small vial he had retrieved from his pants, and in the matter of a second removed himself from the blonde's body, and as Cyrus opened his mouth, crying out with his still raging orgasm Raven crushed his mouth to the monk's, his lips completely held open against the others as he brought a hand up to tightly squeeze, gripping Cyrus' cheeks to keep his mouth held in the same open position.

Cyrus tried to scream, the rush of pleasure, denial, horror, and fear invading him. Every sense in his body was running rampant as he felt like Raven was breathing deep gusts of breath that were completely ice cold into him, the air seeming to dance down his throat on it's own in one foul, intense wave. It was so extreme that Cyrus felt like he was falling, plummeting into a harsh, pressure filled nothingness, the force pushing him far into a deep, stated unconsciousness, surrounded by a void of blackness.