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franzi1981!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANZI!!
I know I promised you this a couple of weeks ago, but think of it as my present to you, especially as it gave me the push to get it finished.
Be warned, it's not beta'd yet, so still rough around the edges.
Untitled
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy
Pairing: Daemon/Lucivar (which would also be incest, if you don't know)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. I'm only writing this for fun and for smut value. No harm is permanent. No offense is intended.
Comment: Forfranzi1981 as I know how much she wants to read some perverted stuff between the boyos. Maybe next time I'll do something with Saetan too *g*. And yeah, my first incest pairing....hear that whooshing sound? That's another squick flying out of the window. *g*
Since Daemon arrived at Melandrea's court, he had been confined to his apartment, a fact that suited him just fine. If this little Purple-Dusk Queen had worked her way into Dorothea's favour to buy his skills for a time and then decided not to use him, all the better. So for three days, he'd been left to his own devices as long as he didn't wander the mansion. Food was brought to him, and he passed the time by calling in several of his books taking the opportunity to catch up on some reading.
This night was different, and he knew whatever she had planned was going to happen. Not that he liked any of Dorothea's puppet Queens, but Melandrea was a particularly annoying one with her ambition outstripping her abilities. To that end, she sought to curry favour with the High Priestess, and no doubt while Dorothea had a use for her -- and Daemon had little interest in what that might be -- she would tolerate it.
So when there was a knock on the door, followed by an order thinly veiled as a request that he should prepare for the evening, he allowed the servant to enter and lay out the outfit he was to wear for the evening. After he left, Daemon examined it. There wasn't much, a pair of leather, buttless pants and a cloak. It wasn't the worst he had ever worn, but already he suspected that the evening would not go well. Not for the court, at least.
Two guards met him at the door once he'd dressed and escorted him through deserted hallways, avoiding the guests until they reached the hall. The audience that had gathered, their Queen at the centre, clapped and cheered their approval as one of the guards removed the cloak from his shoulders. Daemon took in the situation. The audience was on one side of him and to his other was a heavy curtain, obviously hiding the rest of tonight's entertainment. His face revealed nothing as he adopted his indifferent, bored court expression. He would have slouched against the wall, hands in his pockets, if he'd had any. He glanced at Melandrea babbling excitedly to the young Queen next to her that he didn't recognize. She noticed him watching and raised her hands for silence. "I'm sure you're as curious as the rest of us why you're here, Sadi."
It didn't matter that he probably was. "I'm here just because of you, Lady." The politeness of the words was marred by the dripping sarcasm. Melandrea flushed and then gave a quietly whispered ordered to the guard standing by her. A moment later the curtain raised and the sight behind it did course a flicker in his eyes, and his body to tense. The male was naked, but that hadn't stopped him from adopting a fighting stance, his batlike wings spread to their full span. Although he seemed to hesitate when he saw Sadi. *Bastard* he sent the cautious greeting on an Ebon-gray thread.
*Prick* Daemon was just as cautious at seeing his brother, not from any fear of Lucivar but what might be planned for them. Concerted efforts were made to keep them apart. Obviously the young Queen looking just as excited as Melandrea had purchased Lucivar's services from Prythia also. He drifted over to Lucivar as his brother relaxed slightly, pulling his wings in.
*What do they want?* Lucivar asked.
*Nothing good, I'm sure*
There was a short pause. *Like the pants.* And he just smiled as Daemon snarled back at him.
*You seem to have forgotten yours.* Daemon crooned, now standing at his brother's shoulder. This was madness, letting two Warlord Princes, especially the two most powerful ones in Terreille, under the same roof. Didn't they know the destruction they'd created at other courts? And what was the betting that Dorothea had no idea about this little party? Oh well, they'd live just long enough to learn the error. He kissed Lucivar on his shoulder.
His brother turned to him. *Do we wait?* He knew Daemon well enough that he would want to make a game out of this, and he was right, seeing him nod. It was with only a little surprise that he found Daemon then kissing him. All part of it, but that didn't stop him from being aroused as his tongue played with the other man's. Nor did the fact they were brothers. Everyone was susceptible to his seductive powers.
The kiss broke when a squeal interrupted it. Both of them turned to the source and saw the naked delight in the eyes of the little Queen, and Melandrea looked just as pleased. She stood, as did the other, and approached. "I'm glad you're getting along so well. I've heard the stories how you can't be allowed in the same place, but Alysa and I thought that such a shame." She was close enough now that she could trail her fingers down each man's chest. As it ran over Lucivar, she moved lower on him, brushing her hand against his erection which earned her a snarl from him.
She laughed. "I'm happy to see that Sadi turns you on, makes this so much easier. Seeing as you're going to fuck him." She blanched a little at the rage that suddenly appeared on Lucivar's face.
"No!' he hissed, but it was the lack of reaction from Daemon that halted him from further action. He just stood there, his stare boring into Melandrea. Whatever he did, it would be nothing compared to what the Sadist would do to them.
But Melandrea was no longer paying attention as she signaled her guard to bring in a table. She looked back at Lucivar in apparent surprise. "I'd thought you'd want to, and Sadi isn't objecting."
Daemon curled his lips into a cruel smile. "That is where you're wrong. I do object. Not to Yaslana, but being a show for you." The distinction was important. A glaze seemed to cover his eyes. "You'll have to find other brothers."
"No, I won't." All the pleasure had gone from her voice. "You will go and lie on that table and expose yourself for Yaslana's cock." She glanced down at it with a small frown. "I'm sure he'll be able to get it up again."
However, Daemon made no move. He truly had no objection to having sex with his brother, not in the least. He was one he could take a little pleasure being with, but not like this. Not for these little bitches' enjoyment. He managed to bite back a cry, but he couldn't help collapsing to his knees, hands flying to his groin. "Bitch!" he snarled before another wave of pain swept through his balls.
"Take him to the table and strap him down," she commanded.
Lucivar watched with concern, but there was nothing he could do to help Daemon. He'd risk such punishment himself and that would make both of them temporarily incapacitated, and neither could afford that. "You still have to make me." The bravado was not false. Likewise for this little show, she didn't want him useless. For a moment the other Queen looked like she might send bolts of pain through the Ring of Obedience until Melandrea shook her head.
"I'll continue to punish your brother with the Ring and then whip him until you agree. Or you can just do as you're ordered and save him pain." Lucivar looked over to where Daemon was now strapped, arms above his head and heard him grunt as another wave of pain hit him.
*Prick! Do it. What does it matter, they'll all be dead soon.* He didn't beg at all. It was not a plea to end the agony, but a cold determination of a man set on revenge.
"All right. All right." Lucivar sighed as if all he wanted was to end Daemon's suffering. He began stroking himself to regain his lost erection. "Lubrication?" Melandrea huffed and, at another signal, a very small bottle was presented to her. It wasn't much at all, but in all honesty, more than Lucivar expected. He went to Daemon.
A sheen of sweat made his body glisten, and he was still breathing hard as the pain faded. Lucivar just looked down at him. He did have a great ass.
By now, Melandrea and Alysa had withdrawn back to their seats and settled to watch the show. Dorothea would be so happy to hear about this that she, Melandrea, had tamed these two slaves.
At the table, Lucivar ran his hand between Daemon's buttocks until a finger came to his hole. *Sorry Bastard.*
*Don't be.* Daemon hissed, making himself relax as that finger breached him. It felt surprisingly good as it was worked in further and he found himself pushing back a little. Who cared if they saw he was enjoying it. Let them see that Lucivar could do it and they couldn't. *More.* And Lucivar swore he heard that familiar snarl in his own head.
He added another finger to stretch him more so that he'd be able to accommodate Lucivar's sizable girth and pushed in at his brother's moan. He could do this, be like Daemon and block out their onlookers. How did he do it, make it seem like it didn't matter? Lucivar just wanted to tear them all to pieces here and now, but he knew that it wasn't just Daemon he would be fucking but the Sadist too. How unfortunate that no one else realized that. Still, he did want him. Wanted a closeness with him that they were never granted. Yes, they fought, they aggravated each other no end, but they did love each other, he knew that, as they had no one else.
Someone called out, "Fist him!" Both brothers raised their heads. "Go on, make him beg for-" The person was suddenly silent and the ones near him backed away from where he had collapsed, already a corpse. Melandrea paid no attention, that little witch should not have disrupted them.
She was pleased though. This was going much better than she thought it would. Daemon Sadi who was always so ice cold, who never took pleasure from his service, was taking pleasure from this. Dorothea would be so happy with her, especially if. Oh, that was a splendid idea! "Check him. Is he hard?" This was to a guard who shifted uncomfortably, but was too smart not to disobey.
"And Lucivar, darling, do take him now," smiled Alysa. "Don't bother with the rest of the lubrication."
Daemon gritted his teeth, and Lucivar growled. *Not yet, Prick.*
He withdrew his fingers, feeling between Daemon's legs. The man might like this, but it wasn't reaching his cock. "Don't bother," he said to the guard. "He hasn't changed." Hell's fire if he was going to let anyone feel his brother up around him.
"Get on with it." For the first time Daemon spoke aloud. He grunted as he felt the pressure of Lucivar's cock entering him. His hands twisted in his bonds, his long nails biting into his palms. Not that he was going to cry out, not for their benefit, and he knew Lucivar was being as slow and gentle as he could. He was large though, and Daemon wondered if he could take him all. Hands rubbed over his back, encouraging him to relax more and a curtain of wings were drawn about them as Lucivar began to thrust. Affording them some privacy.
"Hold his wings back! I want to see everything."
Lucivar hissed, glaring at the guards' approach, but he wasn't going to let them touch him and tucked them too his back again. He was rocking back and forth, and Daemon moved with him. If this wasn't so public this would be so good. Biting his neck, Lucivar could feel nature playing her hand. He grabbed Daemon's shoulders, his thrusts becoming more violent, and he saw how Daemon braced himself on the table. The orgasm was more explosive than he thought, and when those ecstatic waves ebbed, he rested against his brother's back, only moving when he felt Daemon's voice in his head, *You're not very light.*
The two Queens were right there when Lucivar straightened and withdrew with care. Guards began unbuckling Daemon's bonds as they inspected, seeing a trail of semen and blood running down his leg. They smiled broadly, obviously pleased. "It's a pity you can't reciprocate," Alysa said to Daemon who was managing to stand rather stiffly.
Melandrea wasn't done. "I shall send a message to Dorothea. I'm sure she'll want to see this for herself. Meanwhile, meet me in my rooms." She smiled what was meant to be an alluring smile, running her finger coyly down Daemon's chest.
"Yes, of course, Lady." Only Lucivar shivered at the ice in Daemon's voice. This was going to be bad. Not that he minded at all; he was going to do his own share of destruction, but what Daemon was capable of. It made an Eyrien warrior shudder. Those fools would only realize when it was too late.
***
The two Warlord Princes sat in the garden gazing at the ruin that was once Melandrea's mansion. Daemon passed his brother a flask of whiskey for Lucivar still looked a little green. He had felt that release of Black power and then seen what had been left of Melandrea. It would turn the strongest of stomachs. "I wonder how long before Dorothea arrives."
Taking a long drink from the flask, Lucivar shrugged. "A few hours, although I bet that Prythia beats her here."
Daemon smiled, watching the smoke curl up from his cigarette. "You're on."
"You still feeling sore?" Lucivar asked.
"A little. Next time we do this our way, Prick."
"Next time?" But the only answer was Daemon pulling him in to kiss him.
franzi1981!HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANZI!!
I know I promised you this a couple of weeks ago, but think of it as my present to you, especially as it gave me the push to get it finished.
Be warned, it's not beta'd yet, so still rough around the edges.
Untitled
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy
Pairing: Daemon/Lucivar (which would also be incest, if you don't know)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. I'm only writing this for fun and for smut value. No harm is permanent. No offense is intended.
Comment: For
franzi1981 as I know how much she wants to read some perverted stuff between the boyos. Maybe next time I'll do something with Saetan too *g*. And yeah, my first incest pairing....hear that whooshing sound? That's another squick flying out of the window. *g* Since Daemon arrived at Melandrea's court, he had been confined to his apartment, a fact that suited him just fine. If this little Purple-Dusk Queen had worked her way into Dorothea's favour to buy his skills for a time and then decided not to use him, all the better. So for three days, he'd been left to his own devices as long as he didn't wander the mansion. Food was brought to him, and he passed the time by calling in several of his books taking the opportunity to catch up on some reading.
This night was different, and he knew whatever she had planned was going to happen. Not that he liked any of Dorothea's puppet Queens, but Melandrea was a particularly annoying one with her ambition outstripping her abilities. To that end, she sought to curry favour with the High Priestess, and no doubt while Dorothea had a use for her -- and Daemon had little interest in what that might be -- she would tolerate it.
So when there was a knock on the door, followed by an order thinly veiled as a request that he should prepare for the evening, he allowed the servant to enter and lay out the outfit he was to wear for the evening. After he left, Daemon examined it. There wasn't much, a pair of leather, buttless pants and a cloak. It wasn't the worst he had ever worn, but already he suspected that the evening would not go well. Not for the court, at least.
Two guards met him at the door once he'd dressed and escorted him through deserted hallways, avoiding the guests until they reached the hall. The audience that had gathered, their Queen at the centre, clapped and cheered their approval as one of the guards removed the cloak from his shoulders. Daemon took in the situation. The audience was on one side of him and to his other was a heavy curtain, obviously hiding the rest of tonight's entertainment. His face revealed nothing as he adopted his indifferent, bored court expression. He would have slouched against the wall, hands in his pockets, if he'd had any. He glanced at Melandrea babbling excitedly to the young Queen next to her that he didn't recognize. She noticed him watching and raised her hands for silence. "I'm sure you're as curious as the rest of us why you're here, Sadi."
It didn't matter that he probably was. "I'm here just because of you, Lady." The politeness of the words was marred by the dripping sarcasm. Melandrea flushed and then gave a quietly whispered ordered to the guard standing by her. A moment later the curtain raised and the sight behind it did course a flicker in his eyes, and his body to tense. The male was naked, but that hadn't stopped him from adopting a fighting stance, his batlike wings spread to their full span. Although he seemed to hesitate when he saw Sadi. *Bastard* he sent the cautious greeting on an Ebon-gray thread.
*Prick* Daemon was just as cautious at seeing his brother, not from any fear of Lucivar but what might be planned for them. Concerted efforts were made to keep them apart. Obviously the young Queen looking just as excited as Melandrea had purchased Lucivar's services from Prythia also. He drifted over to Lucivar as his brother relaxed slightly, pulling his wings in.
*What do they want?* Lucivar asked.
*Nothing good, I'm sure*
There was a short pause. *Like the pants.* And he just smiled as Daemon snarled back at him.
*You seem to have forgotten yours.* Daemon crooned, now standing at his brother's shoulder. This was madness, letting two Warlord Princes, especially the two most powerful ones in Terreille, under the same roof. Didn't they know the destruction they'd created at other courts? And what was the betting that Dorothea had no idea about this little party? Oh well, they'd live just long enough to learn the error. He kissed Lucivar on his shoulder.
His brother turned to him. *Do we wait?* He knew Daemon well enough that he would want to make a game out of this, and he was right, seeing him nod. It was with only a little surprise that he found Daemon then kissing him. All part of it, but that didn't stop him from being aroused as his tongue played with the other man's. Nor did the fact they were brothers. Everyone was susceptible to his seductive powers.
The kiss broke when a squeal interrupted it. Both of them turned to the source and saw the naked delight in the eyes of the little Queen, and Melandrea looked just as pleased. She stood, as did the other, and approached. "I'm glad you're getting along so well. I've heard the stories how you can't be allowed in the same place, but Alysa and I thought that such a shame." She was close enough now that she could trail her fingers down each man's chest. As it ran over Lucivar, she moved lower on him, brushing her hand against his erection which earned her a snarl from him.
She laughed. "I'm happy to see that Sadi turns you on, makes this so much easier. Seeing as you're going to fuck him." She blanched a little at the rage that suddenly appeared on Lucivar's face.
"No!' he hissed, but it was the lack of reaction from Daemon that halted him from further action. He just stood there, his stare boring into Melandrea. Whatever he did, it would be nothing compared to what the Sadist would do to them.
But Melandrea was no longer paying attention as she signaled her guard to bring in a table. She looked back at Lucivar in apparent surprise. "I'd thought you'd want to, and Sadi isn't objecting."
Daemon curled his lips into a cruel smile. "That is where you're wrong. I do object. Not to Yaslana, but being a show for you." The distinction was important. A glaze seemed to cover his eyes. "You'll have to find other brothers."
"No, I won't." All the pleasure had gone from her voice. "You will go and lie on that table and expose yourself for Yaslana's cock." She glanced down at it with a small frown. "I'm sure he'll be able to get it up again."
However, Daemon made no move. He truly had no objection to having sex with his brother, not in the least. He was one he could take a little pleasure being with, but not like this. Not for these little bitches' enjoyment. He managed to bite back a cry, but he couldn't help collapsing to his knees, hands flying to his groin. "Bitch!" he snarled before another wave of pain swept through his balls.
"Take him to the table and strap him down," she commanded.
Lucivar watched with concern, but there was nothing he could do to help Daemon. He'd risk such punishment himself and that would make both of them temporarily incapacitated, and neither could afford that. "You still have to make me." The bravado was not false. Likewise for this little show, she didn't want him useless. For a moment the other Queen looked like she might send bolts of pain through the Ring of Obedience until Melandrea shook her head.
"I'll continue to punish your brother with the Ring and then whip him until you agree. Or you can just do as you're ordered and save him pain." Lucivar looked over to where Daemon was now strapped, arms above his head and heard him grunt as another wave of pain hit him.
*Prick! Do it. What does it matter, they'll all be dead soon.* He didn't beg at all. It was not a plea to end the agony, but a cold determination of a man set on revenge.
"All right. All right." Lucivar sighed as if all he wanted was to end Daemon's suffering. He began stroking himself to regain his lost erection. "Lubrication?" Melandrea huffed and, at another signal, a very small bottle was presented to her. It wasn't much at all, but in all honesty, more than Lucivar expected. He went to Daemon.
A sheen of sweat made his body glisten, and he was still breathing hard as the pain faded. Lucivar just looked down at him. He did have a great ass.
By now, Melandrea and Alysa had withdrawn back to their seats and settled to watch the show. Dorothea would be so happy to hear about this that she, Melandrea, had tamed these two slaves.
At the table, Lucivar ran his hand between Daemon's buttocks until a finger came to his hole. *Sorry Bastard.*
*Don't be.* Daemon hissed, making himself relax as that finger breached him. It felt surprisingly good as it was worked in further and he found himself pushing back a little. Who cared if they saw he was enjoying it. Let them see that Lucivar could do it and they couldn't. *More.* And Lucivar swore he heard that familiar snarl in his own head.
He added another finger to stretch him more so that he'd be able to accommodate Lucivar's sizable girth and pushed in at his brother's moan. He could do this, be like Daemon and block out their onlookers. How did he do it, make it seem like it didn't matter? Lucivar just wanted to tear them all to pieces here and now, but he knew that it wasn't just Daemon he would be fucking but the Sadist too. How unfortunate that no one else realized that. Still, he did want him. Wanted a closeness with him that they were never granted. Yes, they fought, they aggravated each other no end, but they did love each other, he knew that, as they had no one else.
Someone called out, "Fist him!" Both brothers raised their heads. "Go on, make him beg for-" The person was suddenly silent and the ones near him backed away from where he had collapsed, already a corpse. Melandrea paid no attention, that little witch should not have disrupted them.
She was pleased though. This was going much better than she thought it would. Daemon Sadi who was always so ice cold, who never took pleasure from his service, was taking pleasure from this. Dorothea would be so happy with her, especially if. Oh, that was a splendid idea! "Check him. Is he hard?" This was to a guard who shifted uncomfortably, but was too smart not to disobey.
"And Lucivar, darling, do take him now," smiled Alysa. "Don't bother with the rest of the lubrication."
Daemon gritted his teeth, and Lucivar growled. *Not yet, Prick.*
He withdrew his fingers, feeling between Daemon's legs. The man might like this, but it wasn't reaching his cock. "Don't bother," he said to the guard. "He hasn't changed." Hell's fire if he was going to let anyone feel his brother up around him.
"Get on with it." For the first time Daemon spoke aloud. He grunted as he felt the pressure of Lucivar's cock entering him. His hands twisted in his bonds, his long nails biting into his palms. Not that he was going to cry out, not for their benefit, and he knew Lucivar was being as slow and gentle as he could. He was large though, and Daemon wondered if he could take him all. Hands rubbed over his back, encouraging him to relax more and a curtain of wings were drawn about them as Lucivar began to thrust. Affording them some privacy.
"Hold his wings back! I want to see everything."
Lucivar hissed, glaring at the guards' approach, but he wasn't going to let them touch him and tucked them too his back again. He was rocking back and forth, and Daemon moved with him. If this wasn't so public this would be so good. Biting his neck, Lucivar could feel nature playing her hand. He grabbed Daemon's shoulders, his thrusts becoming more violent, and he saw how Daemon braced himself on the table. The orgasm was more explosive than he thought, and when those ecstatic waves ebbed, he rested against his brother's back, only moving when he felt Daemon's voice in his head, *You're not very light.*
The two Queens were right there when Lucivar straightened and withdrew with care. Guards began unbuckling Daemon's bonds as they inspected, seeing a trail of semen and blood running down his leg. They smiled broadly, obviously pleased. "It's a pity you can't reciprocate," Alysa said to Daemon who was managing to stand rather stiffly.
Melandrea wasn't done. "I shall send a message to Dorothea. I'm sure she'll want to see this for herself. Meanwhile, meet me in my rooms." She smiled what was meant to be an alluring smile, running her finger coyly down Daemon's chest.
"Yes, of course, Lady." Only Lucivar shivered at the ice in Daemon's voice. This was going to be bad. Not that he minded at all; he was going to do his own share of destruction, but what Daemon was capable of. It made an Eyrien warrior shudder. Those fools would only realize when it was too late.
***
The two Warlord Princes sat in the garden gazing at the ruin that was once Melandrea's mansion. Daemon passed his brother a flask of whiskey for Lucivar still looked a little green. He had felt that release of Black power and then seen what had been left of Melandrea. It would turn the strongest of stomachs. "I wonder how long before Dorothea arrives."
Taking a long drink from the flask, Lucivar shrugged. "A few hours, although I bet that Prythia beats her here."
Daemon smiled, watching the smoke curl up from his cigarette. "You're on."
"You still feeling sore?" Lucivar asked.
"A little. Next time we do this our way, Prick."
"Next time?" But the only answer was Daemon pulling him in to kiss him.
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*helps with fanning you and Surreal*
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And I love it!
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Funny, I've bought it for a couple of people too.
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but, uh, yummie! :D
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Would you like some Supernatural with it? ;)
*pimps*
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Hehehehe...I am converted to Supernatural. There showing S1 here, so I am a bit behind :)....but BJT does it more for me in this respect (not that I don't appreciate SPN *g*)
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Keep an eye on Papa Winchester for me ;)
And wow for the new car, btw, if belatedly!
*hugs you*
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Hee! Thanks...and not belated at all *hugs*
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Buttless pants! Heeeeeeeeeh!!!!
And... very very nice :D
Me likes!
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Glad you likes!
*snugs*
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Incest!
Pain! ;)
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