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In a Blue Moon	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eight

Stolen Moon

A/N: If you want hardcore rape and hot tentacle sex, read the MPREG version of this chapter. Even if you don’t like MPREG, you should read it – it’s supah-sexeh. This is, in reality, much more WAFF-y. A little “awwww,” actually.

Where am I?

Without opening my eyes, I can smell Naraku all around me, but I can hear no movement; I must be alone, in whatever hovel the bastard calls his home. I have no idea what he means to do with me. I have no interest in finding out.

Still without otherwise moving or opening my eyes, I lick the upper side of my nose, from the bridge to the tip, but I taste only of Inuyasha. He has not claimed me in any way, yet.

“What a tongue…”

I sit up quickly into a defensive crouch, glaring at Naraku as I take in my surroundings. Poison leaks from my claws instinctively; if I could kill him now, I would take great pleasure in doing so. He has the advantage over me at the moment, however, and I shall have to await my opportunity.

“I think we really should put it to some better use, though…” he continues. He is sitting casually on a cushion near the door with his legs crossed, leaning against the wall and looking at me with a rather bored expression, his eyes half lidded, smirking slightly. The baboon pelt is gone, destroyed, and I am relieved, for the thing did stink. His senses must be much more dull than mine, if he is able to wear such a thing. The smell of it that clings to him and this place is still distressing, but I am better able to ignore it.

I take a quick glance around the room. It is not large, and there are no windows. It is lit by fire, torches on the walls; only a few of them, but my eyesight is able to make use of the dim lighting and see nearly perfectly. Likely he is as well, possibly better than I can. I am sitting on something soft, a thick futon raised from the floor. Very soft… too soft, in my opinion, and I sink into it, and the several layers of covers on it as well. There are several piles of cushions on the floor, scattered thickly about. The place reeks of decadent comfort, of pampering… is this what he thinks of me? That I must be coddled and pampered like some weak human female, treated like a doll and I will hand over my affections? My prison is to be an insult like this? For I will certainly not be allowed to leave…

He stands up and comes near me; I growl quietly, a very clear warning, which he chooses to disregard. He instead swats my hand away from the covers, and the hole the poison was burning in them. I attempt to claw him in passing, only to test him, but he brushes it off, seemingly without noticing.

“Now, stop that, my pet,” he says condescendingly, fingering the hole lightly. I freeze; I can remember my father calling me that… “You’ll destroy your bed at this rate – and I’m not giving you another one.”

“I will destroy you!”

He smiles, and I growl again, seeing red. He dares keep lord Sessho-maru prisoner? He will learn the error of his ways – he may even have the opportunity to tell me that he has done so before he dies. I lunge forward with the idea of ripping out his throat – then choke and fall back, my hand going to my neck, feeling with shock the heavy collar there, unnoticed until now. I look behind me – there is a thick chain attached to the wall, the other end to the collar, and it is too strong for me to break, meaning it is very likely enchanted. I turn back to him with a snarl. Alas, my fur is still with Inuyasha, or else I would change into my true form and slay him…

“Only a precaution,” he says. “I have no interest in keeping you prisoner in such a crude manner. I only didn’t want you to try to kill me before I could explain myself. After I’m done, I’ll release you, if you’ll wait to listen to me.”

I narrow my eyes at him. What could he possibly have to say that I would want to hear? I nod nearly imperceptibly, however.

He smiles. “Good.” He sits on the bed near me, but I make no move toward or away from him. “You realize I saved your life.”

“You have done me no favor.”

“I know it was Inuyasha who gave you the mark. I don’t know why you allowed him to do so. I also don’t know why he doesn’t want you anymore.”

He is obviously fishing for information. I have none. “Nor do I.”

“I see. Well, even if you don’t know, I think it’s a shame that such a beautiful creature should go to waste.” Again, that word. Beautiful. I suppose I must believe it soon, if others continue to apply it to me independently of each other. “For any reason. If he doesn’t want you, I do.”

“I do not want you.”

“Ah, and now we come back to the collar and chain. See, I mean to have you, whether you like it or not. I can actually remove your brother’s mark upon you – did you know that? All I ask is that you be mine instead.” He looks at me with his red eyes, and I feel as though he is laughing at me.

“No. I wish to belong to you no more than I wished to belong to him.”

“Alas, more’s the pity.” He stands up and walks away. “You cannot leave this room, I’m afraid. It’s for your own good, really, because the moment you did you would be demon-bait. And you’ll find that all of your power is sealed – wasn’t that hard, really, you didn’t have much to begin with. Other than that, you’re free. I’ll be back in a few hours.” As he says this, the collar drops away, still attached to the chain, and he walks out of the room. As soon as I am free of the collar, a thick sense of claustrophobia I had not realized I was feeling vanishes.

I look after him for a moment, then step gingerly onto the floor, rubbing my neck. The room seems to be completely straightforward. The walls are of thick stone, undecorated, but warm. The cushions all over the floor add more color than could possibly be needed; I move them all to one side of the room and sit on the floor on the other, attempting to ignore them. Why would he possibly think I would be interested in softness and color? All I require is a roof and four walls.

I sit immobile on the hard floor, my back perhaps an inch from the wall and utterly straight. I think of Inuyasha… I still do not know why he does not want me. He repeatedly said “That’s disgusting” after I mentioned father and myself. Why would he think so? What we have is not so much different… It must have been something else. Or some other aspect of it that I cannot see. I do not think I have ever been so confused. Or lonely. Why would Inuyasha turn me away like that, with no explanation, knowing what it would do to me? Does he hate me so much – was this all some clever plan? I have never considered Inuyasha as being capable of such forethought, but I have been wrong before about him. But would he go to such lengths only to torture me?

“I’m back, pet.”

I look toward the door. Naraku is standing there with a plate, looking down at me.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

“Your bed is too soft. The cushions are unnecessary.”

He smiles a little. “Give them a chance; you may grow to like them.” He sets the plate on the floor near me and backs away. I do not look at it until he is a safe distance away from me, though my nose has already told me what he brought: burned animal (likely deer, from the smell) and sake.

“I do not drink alcohol; nor do I eat cooked meat.”

“Well, it seems I’ve completely misjudged you, Sessho-maru-dono.” Why would he give me my proper title, when he is holding me here like this? And without sarcasm? “I though you were used to the finer things in life, and here you are, disparaging my furniture to sit on the floor, saying no to my finest wine, and sending back the best meal my cook can make for a carnivore such as yourself.” He sits back on the bed and drinks the wine himself. “So tell me, what do you eat?”

“Raw meat.”

“I see. And I suppose you drink only water?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, you shall have your bloody, Spartan meal.” A small demon, one I assume to be one of his servants, scuttles in to take the meat back. “Truth be told, I never quite suspected this. Your pretty silk clothes tell a lie.”

I decline to answer and half shut my eyes again, watching him study me from under my eyelashes. I do not know what he is looking for, but somehow I doubt he will find it. I feel as though there is nothing left to me after Inuyasha sent me away… I am only a shell in pretty silk clothes, and as true.

“If you didn’t want to belong to him,” he says finally, “then why do you have three bites on your neck?”

I do not open my eyes any further. “He did not realize what he was doing.”

“How did you let it become three?”

“I did not think he would give me another after two.”

“Does he even know what he did, by sending you away?”

“Yes.”

He remains silent for a moment, appearing thoughtful. It is my turn to ask a question.

“Why do you desire me?”

“I already told you that. I don’t think anything as beautiful as you should go to waste, and you dying because you’re too weak to defend yourself because of some selfish puppy would be a waste.”

“What if I choose not to believe you?”

He shrugs and sips more sake. “You don’t have to believe me. You only have to take advantage of my hospitality so that you won’t die.”

“And be yours.”

“Ideally, yes. We can work up to that, though. For the moment, you just have to eat your dinner.” Said plate is being brought in by the same short demon servant who took the other away. It smells much more appealing this time.

I can smell nothing wrong with the water and decide that it is likely safe to drink it. It is cool but not too cold, and nearly flavorless. It could be much worse. He is still staring at me, however.

“Why are you watching me?”

“If you won’t be mine, I at least have the right to look at you. You are in my home, after all.”

There is little I can say to that. What am I going to do – rip out his eyes to keep him for looking at me? I continue to look back, however, and I now know he is aware that I am watching him. I still do not trust him. I have no reason to. Despite his ‘hospitality’, I am still being held here against my will. I am taking the fact that he has shown me more kindness than Inuyasha ever did warily; I do to know his purpose in doing so, and I know he must have a purpose. I doubt that wanting me is purpose enough. He must want something from me, and I do not believe him when he says that he is willing to let me be and keep me safe if I continue to decline to be ‘his’.

“How long will you keep me here?”

He shrugs. “Possibly forever.”

“’Possibly’? Am I to assume, then, that you have no plan and only kidnapped me on a whim?”

“Something like that.”

That is very interesting. If he would take me on a whim, his ‘hospitality’ could as easily cease on a whim. I could easily turn from ‘guest’ to prisoner. I must be prepared to take any opportunity with which I am presented to escape here.

“You’re not eating.”

I glance at him, then down to the meat on the plate.

“Are you afraid I poisoned it? I didn’t. Why would I? I already have you where I want you, and I have no reason to wish you dead. You can’t ever change your mind and be mine if you’re dead.”

He has a point. If I assume that what he said about his reasons for taking me in the first place was true. I have, currently, no reason to believe otherwise, but I have no reason to trust Naraku. He tried to kill me with that horrid human arm, after all, and he used me. I do not think he knows how to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, if his life depended on it.

I can smell nothing amiss with the meat either, however, and I elect to trust him for the moment. I would smell nearly any poison he could have used. I am still not certain why he is acting as he is. He is almost… nice. As strange as it is to apply that word to this particular man. Naraku is unpredictable. Perhaps he is trustworthy, in this incidence. At any rate, I have little choice but to trust him for the moment, until I can escape.

I rip a piece of meat from the whole with my fingers and eat it. It is good… I wonder what it is. The blood is sweet, and I suck it out of the meat before I actually eat it. I experience no immediate ill effects; if it is at all poisoned, it is more slow-acting.

He seems amused by how I eat. I raise one eyebrow to ask him why.

He nods toward me as I rip another piece free. “That. You have those sharp teeth, and you rip it apart with your fingers. You barely use your teeth at all, in fact. You’re a very interesting person, Sessho-maru-dono.” Again, he uses my title. I give him points for that, at any rate. Unlike Inuyasha…

I finish quickly. The plate is spotless; I have even cleaned off the blood. I wonder what it was, but do not ask, trusting that he will feed it to me again. I can honestly say that it was good, and I am very hard to please.

“Enjoy your meal?”

“Yes.”

He smiles. “Good. Anything you desire, you have only to ask.”

“Let me go.”

“Almost anything you desire.”

“I thought as much.”

He seems almost apologetic. “You still know that you will die if I do let you go, and I don’t want that, so for the moment you shall remain my guest. Any creature comfort I can provide is at your disposal, however.” He stands and picks up my plate. “I’ll leave you now, to resume your meditation.” I was not meditating, precisely, but I leave it at that, and watch him from under my eyelashes again as he leaves. He stops in the doorway.

“Give the bed a chance, anyway. I think you may be pleasantly surprised. It’s really much more comfortable that the hard floor.”

Somehow, I doubt that, and remain where I am as he leaves.

It is less than an hour after I eat that I begin to feel sick. It must have been poisoned after all – that bastard! I do not know with what, but I have little time to figure it out, as I kneel in a corner and throw up. I cannot stop it, but it still disgusts me. Perhaps throwing it up will rid my body of the toxins…?

No – I continue to retch. I hear the door open, but I can do little; I am far too ill.

It is him. I should kill him – I would, if I were able… “You bastard!”

“I’m sorry, it didn’t occur to me that you would be unable to eat it,” he says, pulling my hair back to keep it clean. My stomach is still rebelling, but I have nothing more for it to expel.

“What did you feed me?” I demand, through my growing light-headedness.

“I thought you would like it.”

“What was it?!”

“Human – just some villager that wandered onto my land. I never thought you wouldn’t be able to eat it.”

“You fed me human meat? If I cannot wear a human arm, why would I be able to eat them?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

But whatever else he says is lost to me as I feel myself falling, as it all goes dark.

I can hear myself purring, can feel a warm hand stroking my hair… Father? No, he is always gone by morning. And he is dead, long since… Inuyasha?

I open my eyes, barely. My surroundings are unfamiliar, but for some reason I feel safe and warm… Where am I? I smell neither of them, but…

Naraku?

The purring cuts out abruptly, and I try to sit up, but a firm hand holds me down. “Relax,” he says. “You’ve been unconscious for more than a day. Just lie down and relax.”

I turn my eyes to glare at him, but stop. He looks concerned. For me? But why? I am only his prisoner… Unless what he said was true…?

He strokes my hair again, and I slowly lie back down. I am not entirely certain why he is doing this, but…

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I didn’t mean to make you sick. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I can smell that the room has been cleaned up, though the scent of vomit, still very faint, lingers. I realize that I am once more on that bed, this time under several heavy layers of blankets… I close my eyes. If he did not hurt me while I was helpless for more than a day, I doubt he will hurt me now. And it feels good.

“I didn’t know you could purr,” he says. I say nothing. I did not want him to know that. That is reserved for only those closest to me, those I believe I love. He does not fall into that category. “Isn’t that rather strange for an inuyoukai?”

“Yes.”

He apparently has nothing to say to that, and I am content to let the silence continue. I notice that he is sitting beside me, almost… protectively. What does he want with me? I am of no use to anyone. He would not bring me here and protect me only for a pretty face. He must plan to do something with me, or to me… I cannot stand not knowing.

I sit up again, and this time he lets me. I turn to him, facing him completely.

“What do you want with me, Naraku?”

He leans forward. “Nothing. I just want… you.” He tries to kiss me.

Of course… The great motivator, so great it makes people want even me, the only thing for which anyone has ever wanted me. He wants sex.

I turn my face away, and he takes the hint and backs off. “If that is all you want, Naraku,” I say, looking at him once more, “then kill me now. I have no urge to be used by yet another person.” Everyone who uses my body for that only leaves me in the end, or sends me away, which is worse. I do not even like Naraku, but I have no wish to be discarded again.

He smiles slightly. “I think you misunderstand. I want more than your body, though that’s certainly magnificent. I want you, all of you, body and mind, heart and soul, assuming you have all of the above.” That seems to me to be a fairly grand assumption. “I don’t know why Inuyasha wouldn’t want you, but I do. And if he won’t take you, take care of his responsibilities, I certainly will. I don’t want to just use you and throw you away, as he did. I’m going to keep you.”

I do not miss the implications there. “Whether I want you to or not.”

He smiles slightly again. “I hope you want me to, though…”

I have nothing to say to that. He smiles as I retake my position, lying beside him, then pulls the covers over me and brushes my hair from my face. I narrow my eyes at him, for he should know that I do not like to be touched… but he only smiles and continues to do so.

He confuses me.

“And how are we today, my pet?”

I look up at Naraku from where I am lying, on my stomach on a long pile of cushions. The floor is once more all but covered with them, several deep in places. He smiles down at me, then sits beside me, setting down my simple meal in front of us. I take the water as he picks up a piece of meat – since my first meal, it has come in pieces that are already bite-sized; he must have noticed that it is awkward to pull it apart with one hand. I think that he means to eat it, until I lower the glass and he holds it to my lips. After a moment of hesitation, I accept it.

He smiles, as though he has just won a victory, and I wonder if he has. Surely not. What sort of victory could he win by getting me to accept food from his hand that he did not already gain when I accepted food from him at all? It must be only my imagination.

He continues to feed me. I am hesitant at first, but he does nothing more, and so I relax and accept it. He has not tried anything yet, neither to hurt me nor to have sex with me. He seems perfectly content just to have me here. I have gotten used to the bed, and the cushions on the floor, because it seems that every time I sleep, they are re-strewn about. I have elected to make the best of a strange situation. At least I am alive, and he is keeping me so. No thanks to Inuyasha. Sometimes I wonder what he is doing… but then I remember that he never wants to see me again, and I am content to forget him.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and it feels good, so I let it continue. Lifting the next piece of meat, he (accidentally, I can but assume…) lets a drop of blood fall onto my nose, and I lick it off without thinking about it. He smiles as he gives me the food.

“So how long is your tongue, exactly?”

I lick my hairline to show him.

He shudders and turns away, his hand falling from my hair. I sit up; I am not entirely certain what his reaction signifies. He is either disgusted, or…

Ah, there is that smell. He is very definitely aroused. I smile slightly; his is a new kind of power to have over someone, the power to put them into an almost helpless state of passion… and then deny them. For he still will not touch me, about that I am adamant. It is not my fault he finds my tongue so stimulating.

He turns back to me, and before I can react he has his hand behind my head and kisses me, hard, his normal-sized tongue in my mouth, cleaning it of the blood that is there from my meal. Then he pulls away and without a word stands up and leaves.

I do not understand. Why would he kiss me like that… and leave? He obviously wanted something… he obviously wanted sex. So why did he not press the issue? Why did he just go? I am very… very confused. And I do not like it at all.

I am lying on my back on the cushions on the floor when he comes in, my hair spread out around me, drying from my bath. One leg is drawn up, and my arm is resting over my head. Frankly, I am rather bored, and his arrival promises to distract, at least for a while.

He sits beside me and looks down at me, leaning on the hand that is resting on the other side of my abdomen from where he is, so that he is essentially supported overtop of me. I look up without moving.

“How are we today, pet?”

I have grown used to the greeting, and he to my silence as a reply. If something were wrong, I would tell him. He only smiles when I remain silent, and begins to stroke the damp hair near my face.

After a few moments, I cannot bear it any longer – I want to know. “Why did you leave?” I suddenly ask.

He pauses. “When?”

“When you kissed me several days ago, and left. I want to know why. I know what you wanted. Why did you not proceed? Why did you stop before I told you to?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you tell me to stop. I knew you didn’t want me to even kiss you. So I stopped.”

I furrow my brows slightly, trying to comprehend that. No one has ever stopped before I told or asked them to. Sometimes, not even then. He seems to think that this is normal behavior, however, and this confuses me. I am not accustomed to having anyone think of me without me drawing their attention to myself, and he seems to be thinking of nothing else. Certainly not himself, if he would willingly leave as he did because he knew, without speaking to me, that I did not want him to go on…

“You confuse me greatly, Naraku.”

“I think it’s rather sad, that something like that confuses you.”

He looks into my eyes, and for a moment I think I see something there, something like triumph, and then it is gone. He leans down to kiss me again; I do not move, either toward him or away, torn. He kisses me gently but firmly… after a moment, I close my eyes. I am still torn and confused, and I do not even know if I want this… but I do not think that I do not want it. His hand moves to rest not on the floor but on my stomach, only enough pressure for me to be sure that it is there, and rubs gently, and I am not a dog but that does feel good…

Then he pulls away, his hands stills, and he looks down at me. “How was that, pet?” he asks with a small smile.

“…Confusing.”

His smile broadens. “One day, you’ll know what you want.”

“Not today.”

He stands up with his smile. “Very well. You know where I’ll be once you do.” And he leaves as I look after him, still trying to determine how that makes me feel.

I purr as he strokes my hair. I am lying on the cushions on my stomach, my chin resting on my arm and my eyes closed, and he is sitting beside me. Somehow, he makes this feel very good…

“I take it you like this, Sessho-maru?”

“Hai…” No title… I notice but fail to mind. His fingertips brush the moon on my forehead as he goes through my hair again, and I stiffen slightly. I almost want to tell him to do it again…

“What was that, pet?”

“The moon – on my forehead. Very sensitive…”

“I see…” I feel him lie beside me in the pillows, his head propped up on the arm that is not in my hair, looking at me; I know he is doing all of this though my eyes remain closed. He does nothing more, only looks at me. He is very incredibly different from Inuyasha. Quiet. Reserved. Powerful. Not that my brother does not have power, but I doubt sincerely that he could best Naraku in a battle of strength. Is not Inuyasha trying to defeat Naraku for some reason? I doubt he shall win…

“You don’t purr very often…”

“No… only when I am very content, or happy.”

“I see…” he says again, and again does nothing more. If I had a tail, I think it would be wagging… when I was very young, I wished I had a tail. Strangely enough, when Inuyasha was born, I was relieved he did not have the tail I once coveted, though he had those ears, because then I would have known that the universe was only playing a cruel joke upon me. A tail can be a very expressive thing, even if the rest of one is not. Occasionally I still idly reflect that it would be nice to have one… though it would be much harder to protest that I am not a dog if I had one… I suppose I could always purr and prove it… Or stick out my tongue. I have wondered before what sort of demon my mother truly was. She cannot have been purely inu. If not from her, then where did I get my purr? Or my obscenely long tongue – close to eight inches of it can fit outside of my mouth, hence my careful speech, for if I try to rush my words it gets in the way. These are not the traits of dog demons – or, collectively, any demon of which I have heard. Of course, cats purr, and the tongue could belong to a lizard… but I would have noticed if she were either of those. Perhaps I am just a freak…

I wonder why I am thinking of this.

Naraku surprises me by placing one hand beneath my jaw and lifting my face to kiss me. I respond appropriately; I do want it this time, I believe.

He gently turns me onto my back and leans over me as he kisses me, one hand still in my hair. My hand finds his waist, as his other begins to pull my clothes off.

“You wear too many clothes,” he says quietly, and this surprises me enough that I almost have to laugh.

“Inuyasha said exactly the same,” I tell him, then, seeing as he likes my tongue so much, I lick his neck without moving my head. He shudders, and I congratulate myself on a job well done as he kisses me again, more fiercely. I pull his shirt from his pants and feel his stomach beneath my hand, and then lower, feeling the bulge through his lower garments. Just over two months ago, I had been celibate for two hundred years… and now this is my fourth pairing within that time… My life is much more confusing now, but it is also much more entertaining…

He quickly gets my clothes off of me, despite what he said. I find that these pillows are very soft… I had not expected this texture. Perhaps I will go without clothes more often, to feel them on my skin… I have him unclothed in very little longer, despite my single arm. I can be quite talented when I want to be. The feel of his very-warm skin on mine is enough to make me pant as though I need water. I get a vague impression of a smile on his face before he descends to lick and nip my throat. I can only moan in pleasure – I want more, but I do not know exactly what to ask for, so I can only moan.

“You like that, pet…” he murmurs – I whine quietly in affirmation. My hand trails down his side, then between us to grab his length and stroke it, making him shiver.

“And you like that…”

“Yes, but don’t worry – you won’t have to do it for long.” He licks my ear and bites lightly on the point, and I gasp, then he moves himself so that he is over me completely. I spread my legs for him without being asked, and as he marks my neck with kisses, he pushes two fingers immediately inside of me. He has no claws to speak of, only slim, smooth fingers. There is no pain, and yet there is pleasure. I never realized that there could be pleasure without any pain at all. I want more – I want him inside of me, as quickly as possible. Toward that end, I make an effort to relax and can soon barely feel his fingers inside me at all. He adds the third; stretching me easily and painlessly, pushing them deep inside of me and scissoring them outward, so that I can feel not pain but pressure, stretching me open…

“Now, Naraku…” I say, tightening my hand around his member. “I want you in me now…”

He seems to agree, and pulls away from my hand, taking his own fingers out of me, then pushes himself slowly into me until he is completely seated, and there is still no pain, only wonderful fullness. I arch against him for more contact; he kisses me and pulls away to drive himself fully back in. So good… I hear myself moan, and it is supposed to be those two words, but it is essentially just a plea for more.

He takes it as such and gives me what I asked for. After a few thrusts, I feel that I may be going insane, and he mercifully grabs my arousal and pumps it in time with his movements. My hand has long been buried in his long black hair, and I arch against him still, moaning and occasionally whining. This is so good… there is no pain, he has not caused me any pain, and I love that… he does not have to hurt me to make me feel good, and I love that as well…

He seems to remember what I said about my moon – he whispers in my ear for me to lick it, as much for him to see it as for me to feel it, I am sure… I kiss him briefly and do as he commands, tracing the shape of it with my long tongue – the feeling is too erotic, and I squeeze my eyes shut, whining as my hand grips him tightly and my back arches as I release. The sight was also too much for him, and he does the same simultaneously, buried deep inside of me… filling me completely.

He rests on top of me, and I lick my nose as I did when I first woke here, than draw my tongue back into my mouth. I taste of him now; it is not a particularly pleasant taste, nor the smell of him that clings to me, faintly reminiscent of rotting human meat, but that is just him. It proves that there is someone who wants me, who is not my father or my father’s heir, and he says that he will continue to want me…

He draws his tongue across my neck, making me shiver slightly. “Mine,” he whispers. It sounds faintly predatory.

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