My Sweet Ilithil

Title: My Sweet Ilithil.

Chapter Title & No.: Roganwood and spice. #4.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non

Rating: NC - 17

Archive: Yes please.
Feedback: Yes thank you very much. An author can only improve with criticism.

Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance of places and characters to actual persons, living or dead, and places is purely coincidental.
The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

Authors Notes: I’ve been working on a fantasy novel for half my life now. It all started with one character and a name, but has grown into about a dozen characters, original races and species and a whole world. Yeah, it kind of got out of hand.
These chapters are just little oneshots, that I want to have as a part of the main story, but would never be allowed in mainstream publishing, so, I’m giving you guys a chance to read them.

Kylee. Thank you so much for both you reviews. It made me smile how excited you came across in the first one, and it made me want to do that much better on my next chapter. So, here it is, chapter 4.
You mentioned in your first review that you "hoped it was a claiming bite", but Ley. hasn't bitten Pol. yet, only given him a love-bite that seeped a little blood. Unless you were speaking of the part in italics... if that is the case, it wasn't but all shall be explained in upcoming chapters. I promise.
And I hope you like Ley. in (almost) full supernatural form.

Summary: Pol. is persistent, perhaps too persistent.
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…He held his breath, long enough to grow dizzy, but he didn’t dare to gasp. He pushed his shoulder into the tree, carefully pulling the skirts of his robe up to his waist, to reach his aching erection.
In the small hollow below his hiding place the woman moaned wantonly, pulling at the slender hips thrusting between her legs.
Pol. bit his lip hard, stroking his cock fast, gripping the root of the tree with his free hand, to keep from falling over.
The man below him arched his back as he thrust, hard and vicious, fingers clawing into the rotting leaves and earth on either side of the woman’s shoulders, muscles rippling in the long arms.
Pol. bit his own arm to keep from screaming out as he spilled his semen into the soil, the man below, pulling the woman into his arms as he came, sinking his face into the crook of her neck.
Pol. was still trembling, stroking his spent cock slowly, watching the other man thrusting erratically, the woman seeming strangely unresponsive, her arms hanging down by her sides, her legs jerking in time with the man’s movements.
The man moaned with such deep passion that Pol.’s cock twitched, a silent gasp escaping the boy.
The man below looked up with terrifying speed, deep auburn strands of hair flying about his angular face, the eyes a deep molten gold, the canines needle sharp points, blood staining his lips, chin and his mouth.
Pol. fell down between the roots of the tree he had been hiding behind, and did not dare to move again until both moons had passed their zenith.
Daring a look into the hollow, the woman’s corpse lay, half covered with leaves, her broken eyes staring up at the stars…


Ley. shifted the book in his lap, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders, where he sat hunched over, on the ceremonial stone altar in the middle of the hedge maze of the Temple grounds.
The maze and the altar were used during the summer months for certain moonlight ceremonies, when the twin moons were full.
The hedge was beginning to yellow, the chill of autumn slowly creeping into the night air.
Ley. had gone through his Turning once again, a couple of weeks earlier, this time entering the seventh stage, and he still wasn’t used to the new piercings, two large banana barbels threaded behind his collarbones, the studs above and below the bone making the skin sore.
Pol. would be taking his Turning in the spring shortly before he turned seventeen.
The boy had grown up fast in the past two years, he was now only slightly shorter than Ley., and had filled out in all the right places, making him that much harder to resist.
Unfortunately though Pol.’s scars were just as bad as ever before, although some of them had faded slightly. The boy was forced to go about at all times with his hood over his head, a clever design of laces and buttons, that his older sister had come up with years before, keeping the hood in place no matter what he was doing or what the weather was like.
Ley., Bri., and Pol.’s older sister Lanja, were the only people who seemed able to be around the boy, when his head was uncovered, not even the boy’s mother could stand looking at him without his hood on.
But this had caused a change in his personality.

Ley. had noticed it first when Pol. was about eleven, and it grew steadily worse with every year that passed.
The boy had always been introverted, inquisitive and decisive, but also caring and had a soft heart when it came to those less fortunate than him.
As the years had passed after the fire, the boy had become taciturn, his decisiveness having turned into solid determination, and at times he came across as cold hearted and cynical. Only those who knew him well could see the tenderness and care which he showed the ill and the dying, when he worked in the Healing Halls. Ley. had also noticed that as he grew up Pol. had become more and more sarcastic.
It did not help things either that Ley. had begun training Pol. as a mage, in secret, a few years ago.
Pol. had insisted on quitting the Temples, in spite of his father, and the two of them take off together, to study their magick and be together.
It had taken over six months of constant fighting to make the boy understand that they could never do that.
Ley. was not allowed to reveal the real reason for this urgent secrecy, but in the end he had been able to convince the boy that they must remain in secret.
It helped his cause, that Pol. had almost immediately gravitated towards the teachings of the NightMagi, which was Ley.’s order.
The NightMagi had been banished many ages ago, and therefore those who practiced Night Magick had to do so in absolute secret.

Now Pol. was ambling about the center of the hedge maze, practising his magick.
Tossing a ball of light into the air, the teen laughed harshly, Ley. feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as the small ball of energy rushed out of the young novice’s hands.
“Don’t toss them too high, Pol. You don’t want High Cleric Kaluru to see them.” He said off-handedly, knowing full well that the teen wasn’t listening to him.
“Ley., look at this…” the novice said quickly, Ley. immediately knew that looking up was a bad idea, as he raised his head, his eyes leaving the old spellbook.
In a blink of an eye, Ley. saw a shimmer in the air between Pol.’s outstretched hands, and then he felt like a mountain giant had just kicked him in the chest, as he was thrown backwards off the altar and deep into the wall of the maze behind him.
“POL.!!” He screamed, the teen doubled over with laughter, as Ley. scrambled out of the hedge, leaving behind him a large hole.
Ley. turned on the teen in fury, raising his hands, the words of a spell on his lips, but Pol. looked at him with fear and slight anger, and raising his hands rushed out a blocking spell.
The two spells clashed in mid air, bursting with a loud crack and the two friends stood opposite each other for a few minutes, unsure what the other was going to do next.
Ley. was the first to lower his hands, and glaring at the teen, pointed at the dent in the hedge, growling,
“Fix it!”
Sulkily Pol. ambled over to the hedge, tossing a small ball of purple light over his shoulder in Ley.’s direction, then muttered a spell over the broken branches, which righted themselves so that no evidence were visible.
Ley. sidestepped the spell tossed at him, the ball fractured upon the pale green grass, showering little sparks around itself.
Ley. sat back up on the stone altar, digging his nose into the book again.

After a few minutes Ley. noticed the complete silence around him, and looking up found himself staring straight into Pol.’s grey eye, where the teen leaned over the end of the altar.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Fine.”
Ley. turned his eyes back to the spell he was studying, feeling the teens eyes on him still, after a few more minutes Pol. sighed dramatically, exasperated Ley. looked back up, insisting,
“What!”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Pol., if you’re not going to tell me then shut up. Keep working and stop being such a drama queen.”
Pol. put on an offended face, and pouted.
When Ley. did not show signs of changing his mind, Pol. sighed again, from the bottom of his stomach,
“How come you haven’t come to my room lately?”
Ley. looked at the boy, cocking an eyebrow.
“How come? You know very well, how come! The gossip has been getting out of hand lately. We have to be careful, we’re screwed if we’re found out, you know that. Isn’t it enough for you that I’ve tried to take you out of the Temples whenever we have… you know… acted on our… you know what I mean!”
Ley. blushed crimson and sank his nose back into the book.
“It’s not enough. It’s been seven weeks since last time. I want you. Every night, I try to sleep but all I can think about is you, and that giant cock of yours…”
“POL.!”
“What?! I’m just telling the truth, it’s huge. I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have it shoved up my ass.”
“POL.! SHUT UP!” Ley. had to grab his own mouth to stop the shout, glaring at the teen, he took a couple of breaths before he continued,
“Shut your mouth, are you crazy?”
“Yes, I’m fucking insane, with desire for you.”
“By the Wraith, you sound like a bad romance story.”
Pol. glared this time, then with one blink his eye turned dark grey, a seductive half smile playing across his lips, as he unlaced his robes quickly.
As the front of the robe fell open, revealing a thin, smooth, muscular chest underneath, Ley. had to force himself to look away.

With the ash grey robe clinging together by only the long waist laces, which were loose but still wrapped around the thin waist, Pol. crawled up onto the altar, and pulling the spellbook out of Ley.’s resisting hands, he purred,
“Well, there’s only the two of us here now, everyone else is asleep. And I’ve been thinking,”
Pol. let the heavy spellbook fall down on the grass below the altar, nudging Ley.’s head up with his own, and breathing softly on the elder’s ear, continued,
“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me right here. On top of the Holy Altar… just imagine the laugh we could have next time High Cleric Kaluru has one of his midnight ceremonies. And I’m ready now…”
As he spoke, Pol. ran light kisses down Ley.’s jaw, and nibbled at his lower lip, Ley. panting heavily. When he finished speaking Pol. pushed forward, and claimed the cleric’s mouth with his own, Ley. coming undone under his hands, but Ley. only caved for a second.
Ley. grabbed his shoulders, holding the boy back, as he stepped down from the altar, his voice shaking, whether with anger or lust, Pol. was unsure,
“No! You’re not ready! I’ve told you time and again, I will not fuck you. There is no way.”
“Why the fuck not?! I’ve been trying to get you to tell me that for nearly four years now! You’re fucking unbelievable! I can understand you didn’t want to when I was thirteen, but I’m sixteen already! I’m ready!”
“I can’t! Alright! I can’t!”
“What do you mean?”
“I can barely contain myself when I’m with you, as is! Can you imagine what will happen if I go all the way. How the fuck do you suppose I explain your bloodless corpse to the clerics!? Or your father?”
Pol. went white, his eyes growing in alarm, and he breathed,
“You wouldn’t…”
Ley. ran his hand over his face, sighing,
“No, I wouldn’t… but it would be extremely hard not to.”
Ley. turned away from the boy, pacing the small circular stone inlay in front of the altar.

It had been five weeks since his last drink, and he was beginning to feel it, the thundering of the boy’s blood in his veins was maddening, and Ley.’s own lust was not helping matters.
But there was no chance for him to leave and find someone else, without Pol. asking questions.
Ley. stopped across the stone circle from the boy, and staring at him with firey eyes, taking in the scarred face, the half unlaced, ash grey robe, the slender, pale neck, the naked shoulder, and the partially revealed chest. Pol.’s eyes were sad, his pinkish lips slightly parted, the boy looked so alone and lost, like a forgotten gem amongst the glittering glass.

“I can’t…” Ley. began, but couldn’t finish.
Pol.’s eye turned a light grey, and his face hardened, an impenetrable mask, and the boy spoke with a low voice,
“You’ve denied me for almost four years. I refuse to take it any longer. Am I to be content that you go around with others, men and women, drinking their blood. And still you refuse to drink from me. How would you feel if I went around someone elses chambers at night instead of yours? Like I had betrayed you! That’s how!”
Pol.’s voice quavered, his lower lip trembled with anger, and his eye grew lighter and lighter with every utterance.
“I haven’t…”
“Don’t lie to me! I’ve seen you!”
“You’ve seen me? When? Where?”
“Last month… and earlier this spring. I went to the village with Jorad and a couple of other novices. I saw you going to the tavern and waited for you. When you came out again I followed you out into the woods.”
“The potter’s widow…” Ley. moaned, sinking to his knees, hiding his face in his hands,
“You watched me? You watched me murder those people?”
“I watched you with the potter’s widow, I watched you drink from her. I saw you kill the man in the stables. I watched you…”
Ley. sobbed into his hands, shaking his head,
“I murdered them like I’ve murdered so many before… And that is what you want. That is what you wish for yourself.”
Pol. screamed in frustration, thrusting his arms out to the sides for emhapsis,
“No! I don’t see it as murder! They put their lives in the hands of a vampyr, lives that would have come to a sad end anyway. At least they enjoyed their last minutes. I am not asking you to murder me! I am asking you to complete our relationship! I am asking you to give me the intimacy you showed people who meant nothing to you. I am asking you to give me all of you, like I have tried to give you all of me.”
The silence between them was heavy, the nightly noises around them muted, as if even the wild things had removed themselves to give the two privacy.
Ley. did not look up, fighting to hold back the bloodlust that raged in his soul.
After a long silence, only disturbed by Pol.’s quiet sobs, Ley. spoke, his voice low and rumbling,
“You do understand that if I do this, your blood will be my only sustenance from now on. I will be with no one else, and will ask you to do the same? You do understand that if I do this I will belong to you, all of my being will be yours, as you will to me? You do understand that if I do this, there will be no turning back? This will be final.”

The boy didn’t answer.
Ley. heard the rush of thick velvet robes falling from muscular shoulders, pooling around strong legs, he looked up, greeted by the vision of Pol. standing straight backed, his arms stretched slightly out from his sides, his head falling back, exposing his long, slender neck, the pale skin reflecting the silver and blue moonlight.
The thin linen trousers draped down to his bare feet, the broad waistband and wrapped laces accentuating his narrow waist and thin hips.
Ley. jumped to his feet and rushed the twenty feet between them in the space of a breath, grabbing Pol. by the neck, and slamming the boy onto the stone altar hard enough to knock the breath out of him, Ley. let the bloodlust take over.

Pol. fought to catch his breath, grabbing Ley.’s wrist with both hands, panic rising in his chest as Ley. transformed before his eyes.
The long thick auburn hair darkened to a firey red, the amber irises expanding, devouring the pupil and the whites, until they were two almond orbs of molten gold, the skin became paler, almost translucent and seemed to fill with a deep dark light, shining through, darker than the night around them, Ley. parted his lips with a gasp, his canines wicked, glistening points.

Ley.’s grip around the boy’s throat tightened as he leaned over him, brushing his lips against the scarred right side of the boy’s face, down the jaw to the bulging jugular in his neck. Ley. licked the skin, wrapping his lips around it and sucked lightly. Pol.’s muscles trembled, trying to pull away from the touch, Ley.’s nostrils flared, the scent of panic thick on the boy’s skin.
Letting go of Pol.’s neck, Ley.’s fingertips ghosted over his chest, down to one nipple, tugging at the steel ring, then playing with the hard nub.
Ley. licked his way from the neck down the scarred right side of the novice’s chest to the right nipple, twirling the tip of his tongue around it, playing with the steel ring above it.
Pol. gasped, grasping the sides of the altar, his eyes hooded, his pulse racing.
Ley. played his fingers over all the sensitive spots, on the boy’s abdomen, his ribs and his sides, down to the high waistband of the linen trousers, trailing his touches with his tongue and lips, while he pulled loose the laces that held them in place.
Twirling his tongue around Pol.’s navel, he tugged the flowing trousers down over his hips, exposing the straining cock underneath. Ley. righted himself, freeing Pol. of his trousers, then stood beside the altar, tugging at the laces of his own dark purple robes.
Pol. lay still for a few moments looking up at his mentor, then realizing that this was it, Ley. was actually going to fulfill his wishes, he sat up and started helping Ley. with his robe. They worked in perfect silence, slowly, almost tentatively, seeking each others lips from time to time, the anticipation rising in the air around them until they could almost touch it.
When finally Ley.’s linen trousers fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, he whispered softly in Pol.’s ear,
“Turn around.”

And Pol. bent over the altar, his feet barely reaching the ground, Ley. stroked his back tenderly, kissing the small of his back with feathery kisses, working his way down to the round swell of the teen’s ass, spreading them apart and flicked his tongue against the dark round pucker. Ley. moaned as he twirled his tongue around the small patch of skin, stabbing the tip into the hole, then licking hard at the patch of skin between his balls and his entrance, before swirling around the hole again.
After only a few minutes Pol. was moaning wantonly, pushing his backside against Ley.’s face.
Ley. grabbed the slender hips and hoisted Pol. up on the altar, making him lay down on his back, Ley. pushed his legs up and apart, and thrust two fingers into Pol.’s mouth, as he wrapped his lips around the head of Pol.’s cock and sucked it deep into his mouth.
Pol. moaned around the fingers, coating them in saliva. When Ley. pulled them free, Pol. let out a whimper of longing, which turned into a desperate plea when Ley. pressed one finger into the teen’s opening.
It sank in to the second knuckle without much resistance, Pol. pushing down against it, moaning for more.
Ley. swirled his tongue around the throbbing cock as he sucked up, sucking hard at the head and flicked his tongue against the slit, coating it with the freely flowing precome.
Ley. hummed as he sank down over the cock again, almost to the roots, and swallowed, Pol. bucking, thrusting his hips up into the delicious heat.
Ley. pulled his finger almost all the way out of Pol.’s ass, then pushed two fingers in, while Pol. was distracted, the teen’s heavy panting going straight to Ley.’s cock.
Ley. thrust his fingers in, bobbing his head over Pol.’s cock, picking up speed, the ring of muscles loosening slowly, he twisted his hand a little and found the hard nib of Pol.’s prostate.
Stroking his fingers hard against it, Ley. pressed his lips around the head of Pol.’s cock, flicking his tongue into the slit, then pulling his fingers almost all the way out, pushed three of them in again.
Pol. let out a cry, pulling away, but Ley. did not slow down, he kept thrusting his fingers in hard and fast, stroking over the sweet spot, and playing with his cock.
Pol. was literally vibrating when he gasped as if he couldn’t catch his breath, his cock twitched, and with a long moan he came in long, thick spurts in Ley.’s mouth.
The elder cleric moaned wantonly, as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the warm, sweet liquid, constantly rubbing at Pol.’s prostate, making the boy shudder violently.

Once Pol.’s spent cock slipped from his lips, Ley. reached for a small vial of oil in one of his robes pockets, with his free hand, thumbed it open, and poured a few drops onto his thrusting finger, coating Pol.’s eager hole with it. He then poured a small amount onto his own pounding erection, and stroked his cock, until it was well coated. He pulled his fingers free, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening, the muscle giving way slowly, Pol. screamed into the night, as Ley. sank in little by little.
When he had sunk in to the roots, Ley. leaned over Pol. and pulled him up into a kiss, then looking the teen in the eye, Ley. whispered to him,
“I’m going to turn you around now. It’s easier that way. Are you still certain you want me to drink from you?”
“Yehs.” Came the breathless answer.
“Then I want to tell you this. It is frightening the first time. But trust me, I will not harm you. And don’t get frightened. That ruins everything. Just enjoy it.”
Pol. pulled him in for another deep kiss, then gasped into the cleric’s mouth,
“Ley., fuck me. Please.”

Ley. turned the boy over onto his stomach, his toes barely reaching the ground, Ley. gripped his thin hips tightly, and pulled out nearly all the way, sinking in slowly, Pol. pushing against him, moaning.
Ley.’s next thrust was a little harder, and the next one a little harder, Pol. begging for more and harder.
After a few more Ley. was pounding into the delicious tight channel, coming undone all over again, licking and biting at the pale flesh of the boy’s back.
His orgasm was building fast, his balls tightening, Pol. was hard again, and arching his back pushed back in time with Ley.’s thrusts.
Pol. was pumping his own cock hard and frantic, wanting to come again with Ley., the elder cleric angled his hips a little and found the boy’s prostate.
Pol.’s ass clenched around him, nearing the painful, Ley. came apart as he thrust hard and frantic, erratic, pounding into the sweet spot.

Ley. leaned over the boy, pulling him close to his chest, and tangling slender fingers in Pol.’s hair, he pulled the teen’s head back, exposing the long line of his neck. Ley. plowed into Pol.’s ass, coming hard enough to see stars, and unable to hold back any longer, his fangs sank into the scarred skin of Pol.’s neck, sweet orgasm filled blood flooding his mouth, as Pol. himself spilled his semen over the top of the altar.
Pol. moaned and writhed in Ley.’s arms, as Ley. swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the hot blood, Ley.’s flaccid cock slipping out of the boy’s body, both of them trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

Pol.’s blood tasted just like Ley. had imagined it, tangy and ambrosial, exactly like the scent of a roganwood.

Ley. pulled Pol. flush against his body, swallowing once more, the taste suddenly metallic and sour, the taste of panic, and Ley. realized the teen was clawing at the arm wrapped around his chest.
Ley. tore free with a growl, snapping into his human form with a painful rapidity, and Pol. slipped out of his grasp to the cold ground.
The boy was shaking, frightened and worn out.
Ley. fell to his knees, craddled the boy, and brushed his fingers over the still bleeding bitemark, muttering a healing spell to make the wounds stop bleeding.
Pol. looked up and smiled weakly,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to panic. I just felt so light headed all of a sudden, and it scared me.”
“It’s alright, Pol.. We’ll have to work it out somehow, but it’s alright now.”
The fading smile brightened a little, and reaching his hand up Pol. brushed it over Ley.’s red lips,
“Am I yours now?” the teen asked, tears obscuring his eyes, Ley. kissed the tears away and whispered back,
“I am yours, Pol.. And yes. You are mine now.”
Pol. twisted around and snaked his arms around Ley.’s waist. Ley. felt him shiver, and groping for the ash grey robe, draped it over the slender shoulders.
“Come on, let’s get inside before we catch a chill.” Ley. wrapped his own robe around himself, pulling the boy to his feet, but Pol. didn’t let go.
Instead he pulled Ley. into a timid kiss, that left Ley. gasping.
“I love you.” He whispered, before he wrapped the robe around himself and stumbled towards the abbey.