Warning: Contains dubious consent. If this is a trigger for you, please read no further.
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How could this be happening? It was all a nightmare, it had to be! A very long, terrible, and extremely surreal nightmare! Daniel was just a scholar, a lonely man who scraped by collecting old books and only associating with men who traveled the world! He'd never even found the courage to leave England for himself until just recently! And oh, how he now regretted it!
It had all sounded so thrilling! Algeria! He's spoken to men who'd traveled to places such as China before, so it wasn't even the distance that excited him. It was the content of the expedition! A search for the tomb of The Mother of Us All! Daniel was eager to learn about ancient theology behind the tomb, and to be the first to discover any new information which might lead to a new insight on the long-dead sociology. A friend had recommended him to the man who was leading it, who happened to be an elder gentleman by the name of Professor Herbert, and Daniel had hesitantly applied for a position. The questionnaire on the application had been worded very strangely, even going so far as to ask if he was a… a virgin! Embarrassed, but not wanting to lie, Daniel had written yes. To his shock he was accepted almost immediately, even though he knew he was nowhere near qualified enough!
There had been an…accident there, in Algeria. Daniel couldn't clearly remember everything, but it had been explained to him by Professor Herbert. A cave in had occurred, and they had lost many men. Daniel could remember screaming, and then the sound of rocks falling. It seemed that Daniel was the only one left with barely a scratch, aside from a nasty cut on his forehead. Herbert said he was lucky that it didn't require stitches! He didn't feel so lucky now.
Daniel had been given all of the Professor's things, and told that he was to deliver them to Prussia. Prussia! He'd just left England for the first time and he was being told to run an errand countries away from here! He'd protested, said he barely knew any German; that he would get lost. The Professor had grabbed his arms tightly and told him very harshly that it would take months to clear out the damaged tomb. He said it was imperative that he bring the set of journals and small artifacts to Prussia as soon as possible—to a castle called Brennenburg.
During his journey to this mysterious castle, Daniel had tried as hard as he could to acquaint himself with the language. He knew some basics from his extensive reading (not everything was translated into English, unfortunately!). By the time he arrived in the village nearest to castle Brennenburg he was able to ask them for a room to stay for the night, as it was already evening, and he was exhausted from travel. Though they regarded the Englishman with the usual expected suspicion towards an outsider, there was something… else off about the townsfolk. Everyone seemed on edge, glancing around and speaking in whispers. It gave him the creeps.
When the question of where he was headed finally came down, he had answered it in an effort to be friendly—and perhaps to see if he could get a carriage, as he'd read that a thick wooded area stood between them and the castle. That was when everything seemed to have gone terribly, terribly wrong.
Daniel had lost one of his shoes about a mile back. The ground was cold and hard, rocks and twigs tearing his sock, and his foot was now bleeding. Every time he stumbled he was pulled to his feet by the men shoving him along, or pulled up to stand by the robe around his wrists or neck. Both of which were rubbed raw by now, burned by the crude rope rubbing against them. Six men accompanied him, and none of them gave even a moment's pause to the Englishman's stumbles or pleas for answers. It had all happened so fast!
A flurry of questions, words like demon and god standing out particularly. Daniel had been overwhelmed, unsure if he was even understanding them correctly! He had protested when they ripped into his luggage, and that had really set them off! And so here he was now, being 'escorted' through the forest 'just as he'd asked'. The sunlight was dying down behind them, and the men were getting frantic. They spoke of Gatherers and the full moon, and something about this being a special night. They were all grinning.
Finally they reached a large clearing in the otherwise dense forest. The trees here were nearly black, as if they had been dead for a very long time. They all reached up into the violet-colored sky with skeletons fingers, their twisted trunks giving off horrifying illusions of screaming faces. Daniel had nearly broken into sobs by this point, desperate for some sort of answer. A little over a month ago he had been at home in Mayfair, comfortably cooped up in his small apartment and reading a hundred year old book. There was a tall, thick pole in the center of the clearing, and that was where they drug him next.
Hands lifted above his head by men nearly twice his size and at least a head taller, Daniel could only fight to keep from hyperventilating as they were tied there. He stood as straight as he could as they stepped back then, using the pole behind him as support. "Please," He begged them, out of breath. "Please tell me… what this is all about?" He was too confused to even realize that he had used English. There was a terrible sound suddenly, not unlike the bellow of a cow being slaughtered. He watched the men around him turn pale as ghosts, and they all turned and fled like rats from a sinking ship. "No!" Daniel cried out in dismay.
A cold wind blew, and Daniel shivered violently. His teeth were chattering in no time, and the sun had almost completely gone. The moon was rising; he could see it through the branches of the trees. What had gone wrong? How had it come to this? Why hadn't Herbert told him anything, and most importantly, why was he tied to a pole in the middle of the woods!
The echo of a scream reached the clearing of the woods suddenly, and Daniel swore his heart stopped. He jumped, turning his head to the direction that it had come from. That was a man's scream—and it wasn't alone. Several more cries of terror sounded, all from different directions. The voices became strained with agony soon enough and many of them ended abruptly. The most disturbing of them ended with a wet gargle, or a choking. Daniel was trembling from head to toe, nearly feeling faint, and very sick to his stomach. After a while, there was only silence.
The snap of a twig made Daniel turn his head so fast that his vision blurred, and he closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them seconds later, a figure was emerging. No, several figures. They were cloaked and hooded, and there appeared to be about three of them. They stood taller than Daniel, and they seemed… vaguely misshapen underneath those cloaks. He could hear them breathing, raspy and heavy, even though they stood a good ten feet away from him. Swallowing hard, his voice shook as he spoke in German. "P…please… I-I not speak b-big German. I-I was on town, then…" Another cold wind blew, rustling those cloaks. A hood fell from one of the figures, and the moonlight caught its face. Or, what would be its face. It was… missing. Daniel nearly lost his voice entirely, never so sure that he was dreaming as in this moment. He felt his consciousness fading as he stared at that gaping wound where a face should be, and darkness closed in.
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Daniel was vaguely aware that there were hands on his body. He could feel a heaviness, a pressure across his chest and thighs. There was a tearing sound, and a sudden chill came across his bare skin. Wait a moment… bare skin? Opening his eyes swiftly, he closed them quickly after. The light was brighter here, surprisingly so. He knew he couldn't have been out long, because his foot still ached from all the twigs and rocks, and his body didn't have the heaviness it did when you slept for a long period of time. So it was still night then, right? There was a sharp pain across his hip, and Daniel cried out in surprise. He opened his eyes again, only to wish he hadn't.
The creature he had seen before was there, and another had joined it. They wore no cloaks or hoods here, so all of them was visible. This new creature had something which might resemble half of a face, but the rest of it was nothing but loose skin. Their breath was heavy and wheezing, coming out with gargles and grunts. He was suddenly very aware that this second creature had its hand on him, and he glanced down to see the terrifying blades grafted onto that club of a hand. His hip was stinging from the shallow gash it had created when apparently cutting through his belt. Its other hand seemed almost normal, and it was with the help of that one that the creature jerked Daniel's ruined pants down.
"D-don't!" Daniel cried, trying to curl up his legs. His wrists ached in protest when he tried to move them, and he realized that they were secured above his head, attached to opposite corners of the object that he lay on. Whatever it was, it was raised from the floor, not unlike a table of some sort. He could feel the smooth surface under his now naked skin, cold and hard. Turning his head a little, he could see that it was white with gray veins—marble? What kept him bound this time were metal shackles, and they were a bit tight. A cold, calloused hand grasped his ankle with a bruising grip, jerking it down and closing another manacle over it. He kicked with his left leg then, but it was captured much the same. Once that was done he was effectively secured on the spot. "Please let me go!" He pleaded with the creatures, though they only 'stared' at him with incomprehension. The faceless one was growling something that almost sounded like words, while the one with the pop-eyes leaned in closer as if to inspect Daniel's midsection.
"Ha—don't touch me!" Daniel yelped, though he could only scoot away a few inches at best. Stretched out as tightly as he was, he could barely bend his knees, and turning on his side was out of the question. The creature with the torn and flapping face stood up quickly, growling out more words—it was speaking, right? Perhaps he had lost it entirely. Or maybe he had died, and this was hell? Daniel thought he'd led a mostly good life! With several exchanges of grunts and gurgles, the two creatures turned away at last. They shuffled off, towards the dark half of what appeared to be a large room. Once they were out of sight, Daniel swallowed hard, taking his chance to look around.
The room was huge! The ceiling was several stories tall it seemed, and the moonlight was streaming down on him through a broken dome of stained glass up above him. He could see parts of the full moon through it. It created something of a wide circle of light around him, allowing him to see only so far. The floor was dirty, though he could make out some old carpet. Red, tattered and filthy, but it was there. He could decipher the vague shapes of what seemed to be benches in the darkness. Turning his head to the right, his eyes widened.
There stood a large statue, or what was left of one. A tall and imposing figure in robes, though its face was missing, as was one outstretched hand. It held a staff of some sort in the opposite hand, but the top of it was absent. Around its neck there was a stone orb of some sort. It seemed rather large for a pendant. This appeared to be some sort of church. And if this was a church, then Daniel had to be lying over an altar.
Ist dasein Witz?
Daniel jumped at the sound of a voice. It was rich and deep, most definitely a gentleman's voice! Most startling was the fact that it had come straight into his mind without any possible origin. "Ha…" Daniel swallowed his near squeak of terror. "Wh-who's there?" He asked, voice shaking. There was a pause, and then the voice spoke again, this time in English.
An Englishman? What is the meaning of this?
"I-I don't know what you mean. Where are you?" Daniel strained to glance in all directions, chains jingling against the cold marble altar as he squirmed. The air was causing his skin to prickle with goose bumps, and his hip was throbbing from the cut left by the creature's bladed hand.
"Right here." Daniel gasped as the voice came suddenly from the right, turning his head in that direction. Standing just in front of the statue was a man. He was a tall man of slender build, with long white hair that fell down below his shoulders. He was mostly shadowed, but his red coat stood out, along with a streak of white for his ascot and his shirt. His pants were dark in color, he couldn't quite decipher which right now. But most shocking of all were the man's eyes.
Those amber-colored orbs almost seemed to glow, like a cat's eyes reflecting the light of a candle. As the man stepped forward and into the pale moonlight, Daniel could see that he was well into his middle age. Even so he felt a sudden flush of heat spread across his naked skin at the sight of him, unable to deny the confident and regal attractiveness that this man gave off. It was almost unnatural! Daniel squirmed on the altar again, tugging at the chains. "Please, tell me what is going on! I've done nothing wrong! I'd only just come to town when they brought me into the forest… What were those creatures? What is this place? Who are you?" The man's eyebrows furrowed into a frown, and Daniel felt his heart skip a beat.
"They didn't tell you anything? I suppose that's just like them. Cowards and beasts, every one of them. Those creatures are my servants, and this is the Forgotten Altar. As for myself, my name is… I am called Alexander."
"Wh-why was I brought here?" At that question there was an almost amused lift of one white eyebrow from the man who'd called himself Alexander.
"Why, you're my virgin sacrifice." He said simply, giving a small sweep of his hand. "You are a virgin aren't you?" Daniel felt his blood run cold, and his jaw fell open in shock. He forgot to even breathe for a moment, too confused and lost.
"Y-you're joking!" He concluded, giving a high and nearly hysterical laugh. But Alexander only reached up to slide his red coat from his shoulders, dropping it to the floor with a plop of fabric that sent dust and dirt scattering. He approached the altar slowly, boots clicking on the hard floors. "D-don't come any closer!" Daniel struggled against the manacles now, mindless of the pain it caused his wrists and ankles. The sound of the chains echoed off the high ceiling, though his panicked breath was almost louder, peppered with high whines of near hysteria.
"Do calm down, boy. I haven't had a male in quite some time, so I'll be sure to take my time with you. The men of this world truly are disgusting beings. I'll enjoy wringing every last drop of sin from you before I end it."
"M-men of this world?" Daniel choked as Alexander came to stand at the foot of the altar, working on slipping off his ascot. "What are you?" the Englishman whimpered. Alexander stepped up onto the single stair around the altar, lifting his knee to climb up. Daniel strained to close his legs, but as it was his knees could barely touch.
"Do you believe in Gods, Englishman?"
"I believe in a God!" Daniel exclaimed.
"Well I am a God. Do you believe in demons?"
"Y-yes! They're written in the scripture!"
"Well then, I suppose I might be a demon to you." Alexander mused as he got both knees onto the altar, his hands on either side of Daniel's hips.
"Wh-which are you?" Daniel exclaimed, heart thundering against his ribcage.
"I have been called many things in my time here. The God of the forest, the Demon of Brennenburg… But truly I am something else. You might say I am an Other." Daniel's expression showed his clear distress, but that only seemed to excite the man nearly on top of him. The mention of Brennenburg had caused a flash of recognition in his memory, but right now he was too panicked to comment on it. "Now I want you to answer a few questions, Englishman. Do you think you can do that for me?" Daniel grit his teeth and nodded. "Good. Now, what is your name?"
"D-Daniel."
"Very good." Alexander praised, "And now, I do believe I asked you this one earlier… Are you a virgin, Daniel?" Alexander's tone was even and calm, though Daniel's face flushed with heat again. He wondered if he said no, if he would be spared. Sacrifices were supposed to be virgins, right? But then if he did lie and say no, what if this man—this Other—got angry with him and killed him? Swallowing hard, Daniel trembled as he nodded his head, unable to speak the words. He almost expected to be mocked for it. Mid-twenties and still a virgin! No one knew the truth about him, about why he had yet to become intimate with someone. Alexander gave a wide smile now, and the Englishman swore he saw fangs. "Oh, this is going to go just perfectly then."
"What are you going to do to me?" Daniel finally ventured to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind this whole time.
"I'm going to pull you down to hell, and then I'm going to bring you to heaven. I'll leave no inch of skin untouched, and by the end of the night you will be filled with me, covered in me, and consumed by me. How would you put this in your crude English tongue…" Alexander seemed thoughtful for a brief moment. "Ah yes. You're about to have the honor of being deflowered by a God." Before Daniel could recover enough to protest with more than a shuddering breath, Alexander was bending down over the Englishman's waist. Daniel gasped as he felt a hot, wet tongue on his cold skin. Even more alarming was that it stroked right over the gash on his hip!
"S-stop, don't!" His pleas were ignored, and he felt hands slide between his barely-touching knees. His legs were jerked roughly apart with a strength that far defied the stature of the slender man over him. Alexander's chest could come closer like that, and Daniel couldn't close his legs without touching him, and yet spreading them further would have felt even worse, and so he simply attempted to scoot up higher on the altar. The manacles around his ankles put a stop to this before he'd made it in inch, and he let out a sound of pain as that tongue seemed to dig into the wound. "Th-that hurts!" Indeed that tongue seemed rather probing, almost sharp! It was ended with the seal of warm, damp lips and a greedy suction. "Oh God," Daniel gasped, letting his head fall back to the altar at last, eyes closing and hips nearly arching upwards. Daniel's wound successfully cleaned, Alexander pulled back with a lick of his thin lips.
"There we are… Now I believe I can begin." Alexander commented with a smile. Sitting back up onto his knees, he reached back to touch the underside of Daniel's uninjured foot. Perfectly manicured nails ran along the underside of it, causing the Englishman to curl his toes and attempt to jerk away. "Sensitive. When working up an individual, one must always start at the bottom and work their way up." Daniel only shook his head, frantically trying to pretend this wasn't happening to him. But Alexander's other hand came to join the first, this one brushing his injured foot tenderly. Those soft fingertips slid up over the tops of his toes, trailing up along his calves next. As soon as they reached Daniel's knees, he would get another squirm.
Alexander dropped down again, nearly laying himself out on the altar with the Englishman. His left arm draped over Daniel's right thigh, while his right hand held the young man just under his right knee, keeping those legs from attempting to close on him. Daniel opened his eyes to glance down in panic, hands closing into fists around the chains that held him in place when those warm lips pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
"Haa…" Daniel's voice wavered, though he was wary of moving his hips at all. What if he tried to scoot away now and he was teased for enjoying it? Alexander didn't seem to mind either way, sealing those smooth lips over a patch of pale skin and giving a good suction. It stung, and the Englishman let a whine slip from his throat as he stared up at the broken stained-glass dome high above in dismay. Worst of all that sensation so close to his privates, lightly painful or not, was starting to create a very unwanted reaction! Alexander's tongue swept over the mark he'd left once his suction had relented, leaving behind a wet patch of skin which chilled quickly in the crisp night air. To Daniel's distress, another patch of skin was captured close by. This time he swore he felt a brush of sharp teeth, and he gave a small jolt of surprise. Alexander pulled back with a smile.
"Do forgive that, I almost became carried away." The demon—God—the man said in such a casual tone, as if he'd bumped into a stranger by accident. Daniel lifted his head again, but looking down while laying on his back only made his neck tired. Alexander's thumb came up to rub at the two red-purple hickies he'd created, and the Englishman mistakenly tried to pull his thigh away—effectively spreading his legs wider. "Sensitive? Did you enjoy that, Daniel?" The way the man said his name was like a velvet caress of his ears. It rolled off the Other's tongue with a very subtle inflection, almost tender even when the rest of his words were mocking or spiteful. As if he was being cared for and tormented at the same time. Daniel shook his head quickly.
"No, o-of course not!"
"No?" Alexander's amber eyes dropped to the member between Daniel's legs, which had begun to stir. "Is it because I am a man? Because I also have one of these?" Alexander's right hand moved up then, fingertips giving a butterfly's brush over that sensitive organ. Daniel let his head fall back with a thud, though not even the pain of that could distract him from that pleasant feeling.
"Don't touch—!"
"You're very bossy, Daniel. I think you have very little appreciation of who's in charge here. Are you this rude to all your elders?" Something about that statement offended the normally very polite Englishman, and Daniel tensed.
"Only the ones that are attempting to rape me." He muttered with venom, and Alexander only chuckled.
"I think you misunderstand… You're a lamb Daniel. A sacrifice, tossed into the lion's den to be devoured. Your body is no longer your own. It ceased to be the moment that you were placed upon this altar." Those fingertips moved to Daniel's hips, and Alexander's hot breath was close enough that it could be felt ghosting over Daniel's hardening member. Daniel whined in complaint, and his body was squirming again. Alexander's fingers traced just under the wound that he had cleaned, down along his pelvic muscle. It was there that he suddenly slid them under those tender sacs of flesh, earning a sharp and startled gasp from Daniel.
"Please don't!" He whimpered.
"Well now, it looks as if you've found your manners." Alexander sounded pleased as he rolled those delicate sacs with his fingers and the palm of his hand. Daniel's back curved into a perfect bow, toes curling again and knuckles white as they squeezed the chains securing his hands. Those warm, damp lips pressed tender kisses just below Daniel's navel. Each kiss produced a small wet sound when those lips lifted for another, as if he needed a verbal reminder to go with the physical sensation. Alexander's long white hair fell over his shoulders then, brushing against Daniel's skin like silk scarves.
Daniel's legs were trembling now, spread as they were for the man currently between them. His rebellious body was starting to sweat, his heart racing, blood rushing decidedly south. But wherever Alexander's lips traveled, and no matter how his hand handled those vulnerable sacs, he seemed to steer clear of the Englishman's growing erection. The manacles were cutting into his ankles, he could feel the sharp pains every time he moved them now, but it was only a minor distraction. "Please, A-Alexander, please…!"
"Please what, Daniel?" The gentleman asked, and Daniel could feel the humidity of that breath on his cock! Daniel gave a groan of pure frustration.
"This can't be happening…hhss!" His lamentation ended with a hiss as Alexander moved his face to Daniel's unwounded hip, sealing his lips again for another sharp suction. That hot tongue pressed at his skin, and he felt what he had surmised to be fangs brushing again. Try as he might to wiggle away, there wasn't much that he could do while those were being held firmly in Alexander's palm. Just when he was thinking it couldn't get any worse, he felt the Other's fingers sliding dangerously close to his entrance. Daniel attempted to lift his hips away. "No—no please!"
"Calm, calm," Alexander soothed. "Not yet." The word yet wasn't very comforting at all. Instead they pressed there, in the space just between his two most vulnerable of places. Daniel merely remained tense and panting, lifting his head again to glance down as if he could see what the Other was doing down there. Those searching fingers found something, pressing at it mercilessly, and sending such a shock of pleasure through Daniel's system that he cried out. His head hit the altar so hard that he saw bright lights flash across his closed eyes. Chains rattled as he struggled, breath hitching when that euphoric sensation failed to end, trembling from head to toe now as he dissolved into whimpers and groans of the sweetest agony.
Alexander's wet kisses trailed upwards, along Daniel's taunt stomach and up to his chest. His tongue swept over one pert nipple, just a moment before his teeth bit. "O-ow! Ah! Oh God…!" The pain from his wrists and ankles, from his bitten nipple, they only seemed to combine with the pleasure that he was feeling. Daniel's skin began to glisten with sweat now, his hair clinging to his face and neck. "Oh, o-oh, please, please stop…!" He begged, though his voice had taken on a much lower tone to it. Instead of that hysterical pitch it was now a breathy, husky whimper. Alexander's tongue bathed that sore nipple, and he smiled as he pressed up to gaze down into Daniel's face.
"Is that what you really want?" Alexander asked curiously, though there was a new shade to those amber eyes. They had become a touch darker, clouded with lust. Daniel's own eyes were filled with tears of frustration, and all he wanted was for this torture to end, one way or the other. But when provided with such a choice, how could he lie? Instead he swallowed, exhaling in a shuddering breath.
"They hurt—please. M-my restraints." He watched Alexander raise one white eyebrow, glancing up to Daniel's wrists, and then back over his shoulder to see his ankles. The shackles had indeed cut into skin, as they were made primarily for women. Daniel was slender, but he was no woman. His maiden was but a sexually repressed Englishman this time! Alexander's fingers left him, and Daniel gave a dry sob of relief. His gratefulness was short-lived, as now his body was left aching with unfinished pleasure. Every kiss had left behind a tingle, every mark a dull and pleasant ache, and his poor untouched erection was throbbing, begging for attention. It stood up proudly now, flushed a deep pink, precome gathered at the tip and glistening vulgarly in the moonlight.
"I will release your ankles if you promise me you'll behave." Alexander stated, and Daniel didn't hesitate to nod his head. Anything to have one less painful reminder of his helplessness, as the pleasure was bad enough! Sitting back onto his heels, Alexander reached back with his right hand. Touching the shackle with the tips of his fingers, it clicked open. The sudden resumed circulation made his foot tingle all over, and Daniel groaned his thanks. The same followed for the other foot, the wounded one, and then the Other was turning back to his 'maiden'. Daniel was flushed and panting now, quite obviously aroused from head to toe. "You seem to be in quite a state, Daniel. Is there perhaps something that you want?" Alexander reached down, running his thumb up over one of the hickies he'd left on Daniel's inner thigh, earning himself a lift of those hips. Daniel's eyes darted away into the darkness of the temple, his lower lip taken prisoner in his teeth.
"I…" He began hesitantly, bending his knees a little now that he could, until his heels could touch the flat surface of the altar. Swallowing heavily, he glanced back with his eyes but not with his face. "Please… touch me…" Alexander smiled, and his expression was the picture of satisfaction. However, his next words weren't as kind as that face.
"I told you, didn't I? Your men are just disgusting. Shamelessly reveling in pleasure like the most base of animals, they are so easily seduced. If they can't receive it easily they'll beg for it. If they can't get it that way, they steal it." There was bitterness in that voice that frightened Daniel, and he flinched as he felt manicured nails bite into his thigh.
"I-I would never…!" Daniel protested. "You're the one that's… forcing me!" At this Alexander gave a slightly different smile and a small dismissive shrug of one shoulder.
"I suppose you're right. But after so many years of watching your kind act so selfishly… It's infected me, I fear." The Other lifted his fingers to his mouth, slipping two of them between his lips. Daniel could only watch in mild confusion as he did this, watching at him suck at them. The older man pulled them out soon after, a string of saliva glistening between those fingers and lips before it broke. Only as he began to lower that hand did the Englishman understand their intended purpose, and he gave a small gasp of surprise before they even touched him.
"Not that!" He begged, even though he felt a shock of arousal run straight to his groin at the thought of it. His thighs pressed in around the other's hips, making it impossible for that hand to properly get between them. Alexander frowned briefly, leaning down to rest his weight on his left hand so that he hovered above the once again trembling Englishman.
"Now Daniel, we can do this one of two ways. One of them will bring about severe pain and be nothing but pure anguish for you. The other will be painful at first, but pleasure will follow. Now, be a good little maiden and open your legs for me. Allow me to bring out the harlot you all hold inside of you, and you may just survive this." The threat wasn't even veiled, it was very blunt! Daniel thought to himself that if he was to die, he might as well do so after suffering pleasure instead of pain. And if letting that deeply repressed side of him out could save his life, then perhaps it would be worth the humiliation. Slowly, Daniel spread heels apart, leaving himself open for this God and demon of a man.
Alexander wasted no time in slipping his hand down between those legs, slick fingers brushing at Daniel's entrance. One of them slipped swiftly inside, and Daniel closed his eyes tightly, arching his back. His heels lifted from the altar, up onto his toes as he gasped, a voiceless cry. It felt… strange! Not painful or bad, but odd! Alexander was moving his finger back and forth, and Daniel could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks as he groaned. That single motion was thrilling, the sliding in and out, his body surprisingly sensitive there. He had never admitted to anyone how he had fantasized about that feeling, dreamed of it, and now he was finally experiencing it.
"That's good Daniel, just relax and breathe." Alexander instructed, and Daniel nodded his head. But the second finger was soon wiggling in to join the first, and he felt the first stings of pain. "Relax, Daniel." Alexander chided when he tensed, "You're awfully tight…" At this Daniel opened his eyes in offense, glancing up at the older man.
"D-don't talk about it!" He whined in complaint, shifting his hips. He tried to breathe, he did! But each heavy breath was shaking, and much too shallow to induce anything calming. Alexander chuckled, thrusting both of those fingers back and forth. It hurt now, and Daniel gave a few small grunts of pain, neck straining as he tilted his head back with a lift of his shoulders. Suddenly those fingers curled inside of him, and he felt the same shock of pleasure that he'd felt before those fingers had entered him. What was Alexander hitting that felt so good? Lips parted now, and the more the Other rubbed the more pleasure that rushed the Englishman's system, like opening the floodgates. "Ah, yes…" The pain ebbed, and Alexander began to go between thrusting and stretching those fingers and rubbing at his prostate. But those fingers were suddenly drawn back, and Daniel gave a whine of complaint. Even without his erection ever being touched, he'd felt so close to reaching his climax!
"Now we're close," Alexander stated, his voice lower again, filled with lust as he gazed down at Daniel's twisting, blushing form and teary face. "Now tell me what you want me to do Daniel. Tell me and I'll do it, all you have to do is ask…" Daniel licked his dry lips, turning his eyes to the Other, swallowing as he tried to force his voice to work again.
"Please…" He started, his voice breaking. Swallowing again, his voice came out much deeper, more desperate, and stronger. "Please take me… Deflower me, ruin me…!" One white eyebrow arched as Alexander heard those words, his smile reaching his amber eyes in its honest amusement.
"There's my little harlot." He praised, reaching up with his clean left hand to brush Daniel's hair from his damp eyes. Tears clung to his lashes, though they hadn't fallen. Daniel only winced at that word, though he spread his legs a little wider even so. Alexander sat up on his knees again, hands moving down to undo his pants. Daniel couldn't help but give a curious glance downwards, heart racing and chest tightening with guilt at how anxious he was to see what was about to be inside of him. Those eyes widened when Alexander's own full erection was revealed. It stood proudly from that thatch of white curls, larger than Daniel's own, which included both length and thickness. He closed his eyes as Alexander got back down, spitting onto his palm and spreading it over his arousal, biting at his lip as the Other moved up into place. He didn't undress, and Daniel was slightly disappointed, but as he brought his thighs up around those naked hips he took what comfort he could have in that.
"Aaah…" Daniel's voice rose suddenly in pitch as Alexander began to press inside, stretching his body beyond what he had been prepared for. Fingers curled around the chains that bound him, and he tensed from head to toes—which were curled up!
"Relax," Alexander grunted as he paused. Saliva really wasn't the best lubrication, but he had been expecting a woman on his altar, so he hadn't brought anything to aid in this. With Daniel as tense as he was, and wholly unused to being taken in this fashion, it was tight enough to be painful. "Endure… open yourself, my strumpet. Show me… how much you want to be defiled by this demon, your living God." Daniel gave a swift intake of breath at those words, and he grit his jaw tightly as he fought hard to do just as he was told. He did want this, he craved it! Giving in felt so freeing, so sinfully good! He whined in pain as Alexander pressed on, but he remained relaxed as much as was physically possible. "That's right, endure…" Alexander lent down, kissing at the Englishman's face and neck. Tears slipped from the corners of Daniel's eyes to wet the hair at his temples, and Alexander kissed those away too.
Finally he felt those hips press against his supple backside, and the both of them took a short break to catch their breath. It stung, the pain throbbing and all too noticeable in such an area. After a few moments Daniel began to relish that feeling, even as it slowly faded away. Alexander pulled back enough to gaze down into the Englishman's eyes, and he seemed satisfied with the desperation he found there. So different from his earlier panic and fear, this look was one of a man freed of all his worries for but a few moments. And with that, he pulled his hips back.
The first thrust was painful, and it jolted Daniel's shorter body enough for his sweat-slick skin to nearly slide on the smooth marble of the altar. But Alexander held those hips tight—tighter on the side without the wound. His nails bit in for the second, and Daniel gave a small cry, but not even he knew whether it was pleasure or pain anymore. The third came, and by the forth there was a steady pace. It was heavy and swift, each one pushing the human to the very limits of his repressed sanity. Chains rattled, and the sound of heavy and ragged breath was outdone only by the vulgar smack of flesh, but it was soon contested by Daniel's voice.
His cries were quiet at first. They started out soft and keening, whimpers and low groans as the pain and pleasure wreaked a whole new kind of havoc on his overstressed body. But as the pleasure mounted, those hips striking precisely right in order to hit his prostate now and then, they grew in volume. Soon his moans were enough to fill the temple, echoing from the walls and off of the high ceiling. He opened his eyes to stare over Alexander's shoulder and see the full moon above. If he survived this, he knew he would never be the same. He could never go back to his quiet life in Mayfair, England. Back arched, thighs pressed tightly against Alexander's sides, and head tilted back, Daniel was in another world entirely. A world without pretense and falsehoods, and pretending to be like every other man to avoid the ridicule they would all give him if they knew. Perhaps this was the best thing that could have happened to him.
What better way for such a scholar to go? He'd studied ancient cultures for his entire life, his curiosity never slaked. His body was quickly wearing out, sore and overwhelmed from all of the treatment before hand. "Please…" His pleading voice was just as loud as his exclamations of pleasure, "Please, Alexander—ha, f-finish me! Touch me, I can't… I can't take anymore…!" He was half-surprised that the Other obliged him, shifting a little to bring his right hand down to Daniel's poor, very neglected erection. Those long, soft fingers wrapped around and began to stroke him with only as much mercy as his thrusts gave—none at all. Daniel cried out, back arching as he came almost instantly, shuddering with shame as he felt his own hot, wet substance splash across his stomach.
The sudden piercing, searing pain on the side of his neck was enough to evoke a gasping breath. Fangs cut easily into his skin, though those hot lips were around the two small wounds instantly. His body twisted in anguish as Alexander simultaneously drank his blood and thrust into his spent body, his tears welling up and spilling over again. He grew lightheaded, feeling a nauseous knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Somewhere in there came a euphoria, and the strangest sensation that he was floating. "Oh, God," He gasped, and he felt the man above him tense, nails digging in to that grip on his hip. "God, yes! Take it all, consume me… as you promised!" Alexander broke that seal suddenly, and Daniel felt the hot trickles of blood flowing down his neck. He was shocked to find those lips suddenly pressed over his own, and even more surprised to find himself actively returning that kiss, tasting his own blood on those lips and tongue.
Alexander's thrusts grew short suddenly, his body tensing up and shuddering in release. The kiss broke for breath, Daniel's chest heaving for it, eyes but slivers of green as he stared into the amber ones above him. The Other's expression… he couldn't read it. White brows were drawn into a look of perplexity, and Daniel only smiled, still lightheaded and quite surfeit.
Daniel had become only the second human who had ever made it through Alexander's deadly embrace with his life.