All I can remember was running... People were shouting crude things at me... Calling me a "monster"; a "canibal"... Their words cut into me like a knife... What did I do that was so vulgar? ... So... Demented?
I remember falling to my knees and seeing the torches behind me; angry flames that begged for the taste of my flesh. I couldn't bear waiting, so I hid my face and closed my eyes; locking them tightly to keep evil thoughts from my mind.
But the pain never came... No burning, no stinging, no screaming... I opened my eyes and saw the flames race past me with the thundering feet of the villagers. I felt some sort of presence looming behind me and I turned to see him... His dazzling white figure that was impossible to look over. I looked back to the flames; chasing after some invisible fox like England's best hounds.
I heard him beginning to leave and turned to see him walking away. He had appeared so suddenly, and now, he was disappearing without a word.
"W-... Wait!"
My voice cried out on it's own. I hadn't even realized it was my voice until he stopped. He didn't turn around or even fully look at me; just casted a shadowed glance over his shoulder. Now, my voice decided to give me control again and I could not make it utter a sound.
"I... I... You... Saved me..."
"Yes?"
His voice was soft and gentle, yet firm and bold. It made my ears burn, the blood boiling in them, and my face felt increasingly hot. My lips were dry and my feet wobbled beneath me as I tried to stand. I almost fell to my knees, but I was caught by something solid, like a brick wall. I looked up and noticed how close his face was to mine. His eyes glistened like fresh, polished crystals and he, himself, was illuminated by an indescribably glow. I caught the heavy scent of him and fell back incredibly quick against his other arm.
"Don't take it personal."
He said it bluntly, completely void of all emotion, not attempting to spare any pain. I felt like I had just been stabbed in the chest. But we did not know each other... What reason did I have to feel hurt by his stoic words? He helped me to my feet and now, it felt easier to stand.
He began leaving again.
"... I didn't need you."
"Very well."
Something was welling up inside me like a blister swelling on my skin. I felt inflamed; burning. I couldn't let him leave... Not like this... Like he was getting the final word; saving my life and acting like it was no big deal.
"Give me your name."
"... I beg your pardon," he said blankly, turning to me.
"Give me your name so that I can track you down one day; when I surpass you. Then, I can prove myself worthy enough to stand by your side and prove that I am your equal."
What was I saying?! That sounded like a bloody love confession!
I felt his eyes burn into my skin with a peculiar gaze. Then, for a breif moment, an almost invisible smile crossed his lips. My heart began to race and my face grew increasingly hot once again.
"I-I-I... Didn't mean-"
He was before me in an instant; balls of sweat formed on my neck due to the extreme closeness. How could a... Man... Make me feel such a way?
"I didn't mean it like that..."
"Oh?," he said, in mock hurt, "And I was getting excited there for a minute..."
A tremble raced through my body and was out of my control. His fingers teased at the cuff of my ear, but when I tried to pull away, I became aware of the rough bark behind me. He pinched with slight force and my teeth dug into my lip, surpressing the lewd noise that was tearing at my throat.
I saw his face as he stared at me in shock. He smoothed the skin between his fingers and I trembled beneath him. He rested his forehead against mine and took a deep breath.
"Tell me your name... And I'll tell you mine... Deal?"
"But-"
"Is it a deal?," he lifted my face and looked deeply into my eyes.
"But I... Don't remember my name..."
Why was I being so submissive to this man? This heavenly, brilliant man with white clinging to every inch of his skin; clinging to his muscular figure and his firm grip, pinning to this tree; creating my cage. I felt so weak beneath him, but, despite wanting to feel more like myself, I did not /want/ to resist him either... What is wrong with me?
"Really now?," he whispered with a smile, brushing some excess hair out of my face.
I couldn't help, but tremble under his touch and that made me feel so embarrassed. He laid his face in the crick of my neck and I felt his warm breath on my skin. I let out a quiet gasp.
"This is a problem... What am I to call you, then?"
Before I could say even the slightest word, I felt his fingers explore my wasteline. I jumped and he paused. I felt him smile as he kissed my collarbone.
"Relax... Just looking for some form of identification...," he whispered, slipping two fingers into my pocket.
He moved slowly, but I felt every movement like it was skin to skin. He nudged into the center corner of my pocket and I bit my lip again. He applied a little more preasure there, making me squirm, and then withdrew his fingers.
He pulled away from me, only slightly, and I saw his beautiful blue eyes again. He rested his hand just below my navel and I felt my body tense, then relax, when he applied light preasure. I covered my mouth and face to hide from him. He pulled my hand away, slowly. He took both my wrists and pinned them above my head. Why was I letting him do these things to me? I'm not something he can play with at will.
"S-s-st-," I tried to protest.
But the second my mouth was open, the air tasted of something far sweeter. His mouth was warm and inviting... Yet he, himself, was hungry and demanding. He took complete control of the kiss and pressed himself harder against me.
I felt his grip weaken on my wrists and I felt him tremble against me. This was my chance to free myself, to escape... But my fringers fell into his soft locks and dug themselves, buried themselves, into his hair. His hands fell to either side of my waste and pulled me closer against him.
I had the perfect oppurtunity to run, to leave, to fight... But whoever heard of a damsel-in-distress running away from their hero? ... Though, perhaps, I didn't exactly qualify as a damsel...?
A sudden cry caught in my throat as his thigh began it's painfully slow ascend between my own. He kissed me harder just as he firmly pressed it against my groin. He kissed aside my neck, giving me a chance to breathe and cry out as he began grinding me there.
"What's the matter...?"
I was about to smart something off, until I realized the hard form pressed against my thigh. If I was going to give in to all of this, I wasn't about to let him do all of the teasing.
My fingers found the extrusion and he knew I was there instantly. He froze and surpressed a muted groan.
"I could ask you the same...?"
He didn't answer. His eyes were closed and his breathing seemed deeper, more ragged. I felt him tremble everywhere he touched me. I watched the way his lips parted with each breath. If I hadn't known any better... I'd have thought he was at my mercy... Instead of the other way around.
I stroked him there gently and heard the muted groan again. He enjoyed my touch? He looked down at me and I gazed into the deep delves of his blue eyes and felt like I would drown. He eased in closer as if to kiss me again...
Then, released me and began walking away. I felt frozen and weak all at once and then betrayed... Used...
"That's it, then..."
He paused, but only briefly.
"... My name is Ikan... Usiah, Ikan... Look me up when you're worthy to be my equal... To be by my side..."
And with that... He disappeared. I swore to myself that I'd never see him again. And I fell to the ground and sat right where he left me... For some reason, these beads of water began falling around me... But the sky was clear and bright...