Into the Looking Glass

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-Riyan
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It felt as if he fell forever, gliding down, down, down. When finally he came to rest, he lay nestled in a bed of fine soft silk and feathered pillows. But, this wasn't his room, wasn't his bed. Where was he? He had been in his own bedroom, he remembered, looking into his mirror, wishing it was someone else he saw and hating the image reflected there. He had been daydreaming, leaning against the mirror some, when suddenly it felt like something gave. He found himself falling then, falling for hours, and now here he was.
He stood slowly, brushing his long chestnut brown hair back from his face some and looking around. He was nude as he had been when he'd been staring into the mirror. What if he encountered someone here? He needed clothes, something to cover himself with. He shuddered, suddenly very cold and it had nothing to do with the actual temperature in the room. He rummaged through the drawers in the one small dresser in the room. Finally he found a pair of shorts that would fit him. It wasn't much, but at least he wasn't so exposed. Well, sort of. The shorts were tighter than he'd have liked, and outlined his slender body. The black cloth was odd, he noted. Silken soft, but stretchy, fitting and clinging to all his curves.
Now, where on earth was he? He began to wander through the strange house he found himself in. He had just turned a corner into the living room when a voice behind him all but scared him right out of his skin. He yelped, turning quickly, bright green eyes wide. Before him stood a man almost literally twice his size. But, looking closer, he realized it wasn't a man as he knew men. No. This one was far stronger and taller than any man he'd ever known. Mayhap that's just how they were on this... planet? Plain? Finally managing to speak, Shota asked softly,

"Where am I?... And who are you?"

The man laughed, and the deep sound oddly chilled Shota. He shook his head some, deciding he didn't want to know, and began to backtrack, trying to run away. Of course though, he was far outclassed. The man grabbed him quickly and with little effort began to carry him back towards the bedroom he'd just left. Shota kicked and screamed, fighting, but the man seemed unmoved by this, only holding the struggling boy tighter.
He was thrown onto the soft bed and another soft, surprised yelp came from him. He made as if to get up and run, but the man was on him before he could do anything about it. So, much bigger and much faster than the men he'd known in his time. His time... mayhap that was it then. This was another time... a future time, it seemed. The man was holding him down, but he made no move to hurt him. Instead his curious dark eyes studied him, taking in the much smaller human beneath him. He shook his head some, finally speaking. His voice was deep, but soft, and as much as Shota tried to fight it, he couldn't help being somewhat comforted by that smooth voice.

"You're not of this time. A little one. So odd. As for your questions. You're in my home. That much should be obvious. As to where, we're in Kave'lyn. You surely must not be of this time. Mercy but I don't remember my history... In your time, this place may have been called Columbia... but much has changed since it was so. That was nearly 2000 years ago. I am Rhys. Rhysani, actually, but I forbid you to call me that. How did you come to be here, little one? And what are you called?"

Shaking his head some, the man sighed, muttering to himself for a moment in a language foreign to Shota's ears. He began to struggle again, not liking this at all and once more certain the man would hurt him. 2000 years into the future? Mayhap more so. Oh who would have believed it possible? Surely this had to be a dream. As if sensing his thoughts, the man spoke again.

"If it's anyone's dream, little one, it's mine."

Oh but Shota didn't respond well to that. Kicking as best he could, he finally said something. Well, screamed would be more accurate.

"Quit calling me 'little one' dammit! I'm 19 years old. Let me up! Let me go!"

But the man only laughed, shaking his head again, and holding him down still.

"You don't see. In this time, 19 is still young. Not a child, no, but young all the same. There's so much you haven't seen. You see... here, in this time, people live much longer than in your time. 1000 years is average. It's only after about 3000 that people will start calling you old. So to me, you are a little one. Aside from ages though... look at our sizes. Those of your time are small built. Why you can't be any more than 5 feet tall... I'm nearly eleven... I'll be the envy of them all though, with you at my side. And of course, no-one will dare challenge me for you... tell me though, please, what are you called and how did you come to be here?"

Shota glared at him, pouting some and cursing in his own mind. Finally though he did answer, glowering at him still.

"I'm Shota Higurashi... My father is very famous and wealthy. He'll be looking for me. I came here... I fell through the mirror in my room... I..I don't know how. But you must let me go home. My father will slay any that cross him while he's trying to find me. That includes you."

Frowning at him, Rhys shook his head yet again, muttering once more in that foreign language. What trick was this? Through a looking glass? Such things were impossible... Weren't they? After a moment, he noted the small shorts the boy was wearing. He raised one dark eyebrow, laughing softly, as he asked the boy beneath him,

"Just where did you find my old surf shorts? Oh young one, you amaze me. I've not seen these in ages. You see... I used to surf a great deal when I was younger, and I must admit much slimmer. We don't get this large right at birth, after all. You're lucky you found anything to fit you...odd that you weren't clothed when you... um came here. Well, I'll see that my seamstress makes you some fine clothing, and a few nice robes. You see... you say your father is well known and wealthy... well, I doubt he's quite as well known or wealthy as I... I'm a king, you see. Incidently, I've known you were here for awhile. I couldn't see you, of course, but I sensed you. It would have been just impolite of me to put cameras in the guest bedchambers. Most of the rest of the mansion is under camera surveilance though, so I suggest you tread carefully, especially if you happen to be naked at the time... As far as I can guess, there's no way to get you home. We don't have technology to do so... no, I think what happened to you was magick. I've heard tell of such... You must have wanted away from your old life... well, now you have a new life and a new home. You'll be my mate... unless you'd rather be a servant. I'm afraid those are your only two choices. What's it going to be?"

Blinking confused, frightened green eyes at him, Shota frowned. What choices. A mate, where he'd likely have free reign of the mansion and be well taken care of, or a servant, where he'd have many responsibilities, and little to no freedom. Finally, in a small voice, he managed his reply.

"I'll be your mate..." He whispered, once again cursing some in his mind, hopefully unheard by Rhys. The man smiled, laughing lightly and finally answering him.

"Good. But, not here. Come."

He stood, gathering Shota into his arms and carrying him from the room. Within a few moments, they were entering a huge bedchamber. Shota couldn't help his surprised gasp when they entered the room. The bed was gigantic. Of course, with the size of men in this time, it was to be expected. Still, it looked as if it could fit five of them comfortably. There were two tall dressers in this room, as well as a nightstand on either side of the canopy bed, and a simple tall wardrobe closet to one side of the room. There was a set of double doors leading out to a small balcony and a set of long curving iron stairs down into an immense garden. Oh, he could get used to this. The room was all done in shades of soft lilac and ivy green. It was, without a doubt, heaven on Earth in Shota's eyes. He sighed as he was placed down on the huge bed. Oh, but it was perfect. So soft, all done with silken sheets and feathered pillows, just as the smaller room. Only this was done on a much larger scale. No doubt the other room was for some other kind of being, as humans his size weren't around anymore.

His calm mindset faded suddenly, though, when he felt Rhys tug the shorts he wore off his frame. Looking up, he realized Rhys was nude as well. And oh but he was huge. Suddenly, Shota understood. Mate, Rhys had said. Oh gods. Shota shook his head, scampering nude to curl up in the far upper corner of the bed. He spoke quickly, frantic fear clear in his body language and his voice.

"No... I've never been taken, even by one from my time... You'll kill me... I can't..."

Rhys shook his head some, reaching for a slim but tall glass bottle in the drawer of the right nightstand. He held it up so Shota could see the clear gel within the bottle, as he spoke softly to him.

"I'll be gentle, and this gel is infused with herbal oils. It will help against the initial pain, and will help you to heal, if healing is needed. I promise you'll be fine. You agreed to be my mate, Shota. You'd do well to remember that. Now, mate is a title of love. I won't hurt you. You need to trust me."

Shota stared at him, wide eyed and a flash of anger showed in those eyes for a moment before he finally spoke quietly, hesitantly to him.

"I just... fell from my time here. Now you're saying 'trust me. I'm going to fuck you and use you, and you don't have a choice. I love you.' and so on. I... forgive me, but this is all going to take some getting used to... I'm... it's a bit much... but fine... yes, I consent to this... but you'd better be gentle... you might be twice my size, but I'm not helpless... That, you can be sure of..."

Oh such anger. It was to be expected, perhaps, but it still wasn't easily understood. At least Shota was brave, and that impressed Rhys. Nodding to the boy, he laid down on the bed, still holding the bottle. He patted the bed beside him and Shota paused for a moment before moving to lay on his stomach next to him. He cried out at the cold sensation as Rhys suddenly poured a bit of the gel onto his exposed entrance. He tensed, and Rhys shook his head again, saying softly,

"Calm down, Shota. It's going to hurt much worse if you're tense."

Shota tried to breath deeply and relax, and he'd nearly managed it, when one of Rhys' thick fingers found its way into him. He groaned, shuddering, and not at all from good feelings. Oh but it hurt. He again forced himself to relax, but he couldn't help wincing and crying out as a second finger was pushed into him. Finally a third, and he was crying softly now, all while Rhys tried to calm him. He pumped his fingers within him for a long few moments, until the pain had eased some. He was gentle, careful, as he pulled his fingers out of him. He poured a good bit of the gel over himself, massaging it in some, before he leant over Shota. He lined up and pushed into him ever so gently, trying not to hurt him. Still, Shota screamed at that initial penetration. Even with all his careful preparation, it felt like Rhys was tearing him apart. He was sobbing by the time Rhys was fully within him. The larger man stayed still for a long few moments, trying to let him adjust. After a time, he asked softly,

"Is it too much for you, Shota? Do you need me to stop for now?"

Shota's mind was screaming at him to say yes, and end this, but the fight in him wouldn't allow it. No, when he was presented with a challenge, he faced it. This would be no different. He felt the challenge in Rhys' words, even if Rhys hadn't meant to challenge him. Shaking his head, he glared at him some still, answering quietly, with brave acid in his voice.

"Shut up and fuck me, big man."

Rhys laughed some, having to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

"As you wish, little one..."

He took up a fast rhythm, taking him hard and groaning to his tight body around his throbbing cock. Oh but Shota was tight. Of course, any man Shota's size would feel tight to Rhys. He'd not last long, he knew, but he didn't mind it at all. The sooner he had finished, the better. Shota's body could heal any damage, and he'd be better able to handle him the next time. On top of which, he knew once he spilled within him, he'd have a mate in truth, not just in words. He hadn't thought to explain to Shota that he'd get pregnant, not realizing that in Shota's time, it was considered impossible.

When he came, he couldn't help a choked scream. He thrusted fully into Shota, burying his thick phallus within him, as spurt after thick spurt of cum poured into him. He lost count after 14. But, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that his mate would be pregnant after this. When he finally pulled out and moved to lay beside Shota, he was surprised to see a soft look of wonder on the smaller man's face. Rhys' dark, nearly black brown eyes looked over him, trying to make sense of that look. He brushed black locks back from his face before he nudged Shota gently. The boy looked over to him, green eyes wide, and Rhys finally understood. Shota had cum, even though he'd seemed to be hating what was being done. He paused for a long moment, before moving to cuddle shyly with Rhys, almost instantly falling asleep.

*END CHAPTER ONE*

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