A/N: Hey, possible fans! It's Midna again! If you're new here, I already have an account under a very similar name (Midnax), and this story is posted under this name because I wanted a regular account and a, er, mature account. So here's the latter.

SINCE this is my mature account, I need to say two things. One; this is a smutty story. So if you expect anything less than sexual content, please look elsewhere. Two; this is a yaoi. That means two boys doing very gay things together. Homo intended. If you don't like that, that's what the back arrow is for.

I thought of this story while playing Skyward Sword. My favoritest. Here's a fun fact: This story (excluding A/N's) is exactly 5,555 words long! Cool, huh!

Anyway, I'm really quite pleased with it, and I hope you all enjoy it. Once you've read it, I encourage you to leave a review, favorite, and even subscribe. And who knows, if enough people like it, I'll add MORE! I really want to, I just need a little bribery. So I'm gonna shut up now. Please enjoy.

The key slid into its slot on the door. With a loud crack, the portal split open to reveal an impossibly black void beyond. With a gulp, I braced myself and went inside.

Adjusting to the lighting, I looked around the large round chamber. Little blue pots littered the perimeter, the bricks of the floor colorfully arranged in an ornate circle. The domed ceiling rose impossibly high. My heart skipped a beat upon settling my eyes in front of me.

I wasn't alone.

A figure in a crimson cloak stood facing the door at the far end of the room, legs apart and arms raised. A sword was drawn back behind the person's white head, preparing to attack. The mystery person's grip on the blade relaxed and it dematerialized in a flash of vermillion and silver diamonds.

"Look who it is…"

The person – a man – relaxed his stance and turned to face me. He wore tight white clothes with diamonds of fabric cut out along his torso and legs. A gold belt inlaid with rubies wrapped around his hips and his crimson cloak draped over his chest stylishly. His hair was as pure white as his clothes, exposing one sharp sapphire dangling from a pale ear. The other half of his pallid face was covered by the equally colorless locks. His apparent taste for diamonds continued onto his matching elbow-length gloves. The man looked ridiculous, but if I were honest with myself, he was able to pull it off nicely.

Deep chocolate eyes bore into mine. His mouth opened to speak, and his sultry drawl continued. "I thought that tornado I stirred up would have tossed and torn you apart, yet here you are. Not in pieces," he smirked, though not in humor. He added, "Not that your life or death has any consequence."

This man… he was dripping with a sort of confidence I could not pin down. It had to do with the way he spoke to me. But his words… they gave me a whole different feeling. One that ran down my spine with every syllable that left his silver lips.

He seemed to become distracted as he turned his attention to the door once more. "It's just the girl that matters now, and I can sense her here… just beyond this door. Yes, we plucked Her Majesty from her perch in the clouds, and now she's ours."

He spun around and looked back at me for a moment. I wasn't really sure what he was talking about or what was even going on. "Oh, but listen to me. I'm being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Demon Lord who presides over this land you look down upon, this world you call the surface. You may call me Ghirahim." He paused, looking the other way. "In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy." He held his head high and I could all but visualize the man as a gaudy white Loftwing, ruffling his feathers at his own flattery.

What in the name of the goddess was this man supposed to be…? Every word he spoke made my hair stand on end, made my fingers twitch in defense, made me wish I could escape. Out of a dormant instinct that rose up like a volcano, I drew my sword. The metallic sound of the blade sliding out of her scabbard rang in circles around the two of us. I heard a small exhalation from the Demon Lord.

"Did you really just draw your sword? Foolish boy…" The Demon Lord faced me, his exasperation evident. "By all rights the girl should have fallen into our hands already. She was nearly ours when that loathsome servant of the goddess snatched her away." His fists clenched and he hunched over. "Do you have any idea how that made me feel inside…?"

The room began to darken into muted shades of purple and grey. The man across the room clutched at his white head and shook with rage. The air became thick and my arms felt heavy. I found it hard to breathe. He convulsed as his fury exploded from him.

"Furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!" At his last syllable his back arched and he vanished in a flurry of gold and red. I jumped in fear, sword poised in front of me. I looked around the still dim chamber, my heart sinking lower with every passing moment. His deep voice rang out all around me. "This… turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. Still… it hardly seems fair, being of my position," suddenly his voice was very close, "to take all of my anger out on you."

I froze as the man appeared behind me, head over my shoulder. I couldn't move. I'm sure my eyes were wide as Medallions and my hands felt clammy, shaking in their gauntlets. Why was he saying these things? What did they mean? He sounded… hungry.

"Which is why I promise up front not to murder you…" His mouth was so close to my ear that I felt his breath go down my collar. "No… I'll just beat you within an inch of your life…" His tongue traced the shell of my ear, hot and wet. I shuddered, I… I staggered away from the man garbed in white, gasping for breath. All he did in response was laugh devilishly.

I tightened my grip on the blade in my trembling hand and pulled myself together. He sauntered over to me and I found myself stepping back. I readied myself to attack, placing my weight on my dominant foot and the other ahead of me. I swung my sword in a vertical strike, but Ghirahim caught the sharp metal between his fingers with surprising strength. I couldn't even wrench it out of his grip before he yanked it from my own. He examined the sacred weapon with a bemused look on his face.

"Hah. Quite the sword you have here… But being the novice you are, you'll never land a blow. In fact…" he trailed off. Ghirahim twisted his body and flung my blade across the room. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't run. I couldn't fight.

He looked back at me and cooed. "Now, isn't that better? I've got you all to myself without that pesky knife in my way. Why don't we get rid of your little shield, too?" He strolled up to me and seized my left arm above the elbow, pulling me up so that our eyes met. I cried out in pain, barely able to touch the ground. My weak wooden shield was tugged from my arm and thrown in the general direction of my blade.

Still gripping my arm, he brought me closer, our faces too close. With his free hand he clutched my chin and held it still, staring intently. I wished I could glare back, shoot daggers at him from my eyes, but I could only look back in pitiful, wide-eyed fear. Finally, he spoke, bringing his hand to his lips.

"You're so pure, sky child. I can tell by your face… Barely at the cusp of manhood. So… what's the word…" He thought for a moment, stroking my cheek so softly, almost absentmindedly. "Ah, yes… untainted. Beautiful, even. Golden hair… eyes like sapphires… skin unblemished… So beautiful." A finger pushed a stray hair behind my pointed ear. "I want you for myself… I think I may need to change my plans for you… sky child."

I couldn't help it; I shivered, my eyes wide. Why was he talking to me like this…? Beautiful? This… Ghirahim's index finger lingered on my earlobe before trailing down my chin to my neck. But he didn't stop there. His piercing stare never faltered as he continued down the middle of my chest until he finally stopped at the brown belt around my waist. With a flick of his wrist the Demon Lord unfastened the buckle and withdrew it from around my body. It joined my sword and shield, along with the contents in the pouches attached to the strip of leather. My scabbard strap was tossed aside as well. Without my armaments I was little more than a boy. That was what he wanted.

My forearm was beginning to feel numb. I clenched my fist open and closed to retain any remaining sensation. I needed to fight back, to keep him from doing… whatever he was thinking of. Only the tips of my boots touched the stone floor, so I wiggled my legs in a feeble attempt to shake myself free. Ghirahim adopted a look of false empathy and tutted.

"Child… do you really want to struggle? I think you'll realize that this will be easier if you surrender yourself to me. Otherwise–"

I didn't let him finish; I spit in his face. Slowly, Ghirahim dabbed at his face with a delicate finger and sighed. "My, you're a pest. Still, I can't say I wasn't hoping to take you the hard way. So be it…" He was so calm, so composed, that nothing could have prepared me for the next moment. His eyes filled with a white rage, and without warning, he hurled me across the room with impossible force. I tumbled and slammed into the far wall with a grunt. My left arm tingled achingly, regaining circulation from its place under my abdomen. I held myself up with my right palm, gasping and sputtering for breath.

I tilted my head just enough to see Ghirahim strolling over to me, fists clenched. His cloak was dissipating from his shoulders in scarlet diamonds. He kneeled beside me and clutched a fistful of my hair – apparently my cap had fallen off as I was thrown – and yanked my head up to meet his face. I cried out and grit my teeth.

"I am a Demon Lord! You are nothing! What makes you think you have even the slightest chance of overpowering me?! You fight back again and… I don't think I need to elaborate. You'll regret it." He threw my head back down, to which I groaned. For several moments Ghirahim must have knelt there watching me control my ragged breathing, for he didn't touch me or say a word. After a long while he placed his hand on the back of my head, causing me to flinch. His fingers idly stroked my hair, and I had half a mind to feel comforted. If I closed my eyes, they could be Zelda's fingers, soothing me after an intense training session. If I imagined it, this floor could be in her bedroom, with her little blue pillows strewn about. Once I had relaxed from the swordplay, she and I would go ride on our Loftwings around the Isle of the Goddess, having lunch on a patch of land under Skyloft. Then she would mend my shirt where it had been nicked by Pipit, because I had been careless and not seen the strike coming. Groose may have antagonized me at some point, but Zelda would be there to put him in his place. Yes… Zelda would always be there…

I had to jerk my head up to pull out of the fantasy. That's right...

Zelda isn't here.

Ghirahim pulled my head up by the scalp once more, although much gentler. Perhaps his temper had subsided. Fear still shone through my half-lidded eyes; I felt much more tired than I did only moments ago, and the Demon Lord must have picked up on it. I didn't know what he was going to do next. He once again clutched my chin with his free hand, expertly balancing on his heels.

"Are you going to cooperate now?" Despite my fatigued body, I growled and squirmed in protest, baring my teeth and furrowing my brow. The same rage from earlier appeared in his eyes. I could tell he was suppressing it, but he tightened his grip on my scalp, causing a whine to escape my chapped lips. He spoke slowly and meticulously. "I really wouldn't put up a fight if I were you, Sky Child. I don't know why you're so opposed to this… it will be quite enjoyable for you, as well. If only you… behave."

Something took over me then. My right hand bolted up, gripped his forearm, and yanked it away from my face. With that same hand he immediately backhanded me in the cheek. Searing hot pain filled the left half of my face. The warm, metallic taste of liquid copper filled my mouth. With a cough, the stone beneath me was splattered with crimson.

"Wrong answer, Sky Child. So be it."

Ghirahim clasped his gloved hand around my throat and I panicked. In one fluid motion, he pushed off his heels and brought me to my feet. I kicked and clawed at his grip, gasping for air. My head hit the stone wall and stars flashed in my vision for a moment. Once I was released my lungs filled with sweet oxygen.

He snapped his fingers and three small black daggers with rubies at the hilt appeared in his other hand. I willed my body to run, to do anything, but my mind ran blank with fear. The Demon Lord held the daggers in his mouth by the rounded handle and took my wrists, pulling them up above my head. Once again I could hardly touch the floor. He wrapped one hand around my wrists and held a dagger at them. He thrust it forward and I winced, expecting the worst, but he had missed. He took a second blade, stabbing it on the opposite side. The third went between my wrists.

He hadn't missed at all. He had restrained me. I couldn't move from this spot.

The man grasped the two daggers on either side of my hands and leaned toward my face. Our noses were nearly touching. "There. Snug, are we? Good. Now we can have some fun." His eyes flashed with an intensity I couldn't place. I merely blinked, too terrified to do anything. The toes of my boots scraped at the stone beneath me. My shoulder blades ground together uncomfortably, but I didn't dare move.

Ghirahim nudged his hands down only a little so they were around my wrists. He examined my face carefully, then looked down at my body, before staring back up into my eyes. A deep, guttural noise sounded in Ghirahim's throat, and all the color drained from my face. His tongue darted out and moistened his lips.

"What a privilege… a one-time opportunity… I get you all to myself. I can see no one else has had you." He paused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm going to destroy you."

He took half a step closer, our bodies close enough that I could smell him. His eyes became half-lidded, his demeanor softening somewhat. "I must admit my mind has been clouded. Yes, I've been distracted. You see, since I have… changed my mind about you, as it were, curiosities have been pervading my thoughts." Despite what I felt in the pit of my stomach I felt my eyebrows twitch in interest. "I have been curious as to what you look like. I have been wondering what you smell like. Longing to know what you taste like. Aching to know what you feel like. Imagining what you must sound like." I felt his hands squeeze my wrists; a whimper came from my lips. "I think it's about time I found out."

The Demon Lord's large hands slunk down my arms and up my neck, resting on my cheeks. He shook his head and frowned.

"It's a shame, child." He dragged a pointed finger along the angry red welt forming on my left cheek, causing me to hiss in pain. "If you hadn't angered me you wouldn't have that ugly mar on that flawless face of yours. It must be so painful, and I feel just awful for disfiguring your lovely features. But you gave me no choice. What is there to do…?" Ghirahim heaved a sigh, tapping at his lips. "I know what I could do… but, no. You would never accept."

I tipped my head to the side in curiosity. I was sure I had walked right into his plan, whatever it was, but I couldn't help that I was intrigued. "Well… I could take it away for you. Make it all better. It would benefit us both, I think. What do you say?" He looked at me for a moment, regarding my expression, before continuing. "Of course, there's a matter of, well, payment. No, no, I have no need of money. No, what I want is… rather innocent." He placed his index finger over my lips delicately.

"A kiss."

A kiss? Was that it? Was he letting me decide? I… I couldn't think of a downside. I would rather not wait for the welt to become a grotesque yellow-purple bruise covering half my face. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my terror subsiding fractionally. Ghirahim knew my answer and grinned wider than ever. I had just made a deal with a Demon.

Ghirahim placed a hand at the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair. The other was placed gently under my chin. He dropped his gaze from my eyes to my mouth as he wet his lips again. He leaned in slowly. Our lips touched softly and tenderly. His lower lip was surprisingly supple between my own presumably rough ones. I could feel my eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones like the wings of a Blessed Butterfly. He tilted my head back just a little, making the kiss deeper. My right leg slid up the stone wall of its own accord. An audible sigh left my throat. The fingers at my chin snuck to the back of my neck and I was intertwined in the feeling of the moment. My shoulders slumped and I pressed my chest forward. Then the Demon Lord pulled away. I was left feeling no contact, eyes closed and mouth open.

My… My first kiss…

"Goodness, Sky Child… I can't say that wasn't… well, as I promised, you're looking as beautiful as ever. You're welcome." He stroked my cheek again, and the area was painless. "Back to the matter at hand. Where were we…?" He looked me up and down again, dark irises flashing. "Looks like yours are simply divine. I can't get enough of you. Especially the way I've got you now." His eyes darted up to my restrained wrists. Not only was I completely exposed, but I felt naked without so much as a belt around my waist. My breathing was so heavy. The back of my head was tilted against the wall; I was watching him through half-closed eyes. "And that look you have on your face. So… vulnerable. I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

Ghirahim brought himself closer to me, hands placed at my collar bones. His thumbs lazily stroked the fabric of my tunic back and forth. His hands were hot and his gaze was intense. I struggled against the daggers at my wrists, grunting. He only gave soft hushing noises, enjoying the upper hand all too much. I brought up a foot and kicked it toward the Demon Lord's abdomen. The man effortlessly dodged the blow, grabbing my leg and holding it uncomfortably high in the air. I cried out at the strain. He looked almost bored with my attempt at resistance.

"You're so predictable… This is the last time I will tell you, Sky Child. Stop fighting. You will fail. The next time you do so, I will have no choice but to break you." He threw my leg back down; I suppressed a grunt of pain. "Let me have my way with you and you will not be hurt." I only glared back at him, hoping the anger in my eyes was more evident than the fear.

Ghirahim replaced his hands and caressed my chest in slow circles. Pressing harder into the skin, he cupped and massaged the muscles. I exhaled through my nose, fighting a strange feeling deep in my chest. Ghirahim's hands crept south, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, and slinking lower still to rest on my bottom. A moment later, he squeezed the cheeks with fervor. I couldn't contain the yelp in my throat, and I jumped at the harsh action. In the corner of my eye I could see the Demon Lord's grin deepen.

He slid his hands under my tunic, gripping my rear end through the fabric of my pants, but did not keep his hands still. Far from it. He kneaded at the skin underneath the fabric like persistent bread dough. I couldn't help the noises emanating from my mouth; it felt so strange, it was confusing. I leaned my head against the stone wall, brows knitted in embarrassment. It was hard to breathe and there was a tight sensation in my gut.

The hands on my buttocks slipped away, sliding around my hips. For a while he rubbed there, almost like he was apologizing for his previously rough behavior. I had a hunch, though, that it was hardly such a gesture. Soft groans leaked past my lips. I shut my eyes tight.

I realized he was bringing his hands closer and closer to my front with every movement. Too soon, they were at the middle of my lower abdomen, and sinking lower. I jerked my head up, letting out a yell. Ghirahim only raised an eyebrow.

"No, no," he cooed, shaking a finger back and forth. "I don't think you want to argue with me." He snapped his fingers, and his white gloves vanished from his arms. "I told you not to worry." He was simply thrilled. His eyes were saturated with a dark delight.

He gently placed his hands back on my abdomen, continuing his soft assault. His cold thumbs grazed over my flesh and shivers went down my back. Without skipping a beat, Ghirahim slid his hands up my bare back, relishing the feeling. Back down and around my waist they went, fondling my chest once more without anything blocking it. I hissed through clenched teeth as an unknown urge swept over my body. Ghirahim's skilled fingers pinched and tugged and scratched at my skin and I reflexively pushed into the contact.

Lower and lower his hands sunk, working busily at touching every piece of me. Apart from being slightly disheveled, my tunic never left its place on my body. At my hips once more, Ghirahim smoothly hooked his thumbs inside my waist band. I hardly noticed what was happening before his icy hands forced their way inside my pants. I hollered out, panicked. My boots slipped and slid against the stone behind me as I thrashed about.

Ghirahim gripped me by the hips and held me against the wall with a rough shove. He leaned forward, our shoulders and torsos touching. He held me still there with his own body, waiting for me to cease. After several moments of fighting in vain, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, unclenched my restrained fists, and stopped fussing. The Demon Lord caressed my hips with his thumbs in encouragement, smiling into my neck.

"You see? It wasn't so hard to behave. Keep it up… I've only just begun," he advised. Then he placed his open mouth at the curve of my neck, softly nipping at the flesh. I moaned. Such a sound had never left my lips before, it didn't sound like me. But I wasn't embarrassed by it. Not at all, really. In fact, I wanted to feel it again. I wasn't myself anymore, a fact to which I found myself apathetic. I unconsciously tilted my head to the side, allowing him to continue. A noise of approval sounded from Ghirahim, and he obliged with added intensity.

His mouth latched onto my neck and began raking his teeth against the sensitive skin, testing how much I could take. My mouth hung open, sounds spilling from it like a waterfall. I couldn't fight the feeling growing in the pit of my stomach if I tried. I couldn't tell if it hurt or… or something else. Ghirahim began moving his hands against my hips, massaging the skin. I didn't know, nor did I really care, why his hands were so… soft.

Breath was escaping my mouth in sharp, jagged gasps. Ghirahim decreased the movement of his hands until they were still. Then, with agonizing slowness, he slid his hands out of my pants. I groaned at the loss of contact, brows knitted in frustration. A chuckle left his lips, sending warm vibrations into my neck.

One of Ghirahim's hands planted itself on the side of my abdomen, holding me down gently. Like I was going to start struggling again. His other hand found its way much further south, aggressively cupping my groin. A moan crossed with a shocked gasp erupted from my throat. My back was no longer touching the stone wall as I involuntarily pushed into him.

He tensed his fingers and gyrated against me. The feeling in my gut grew stronger, more concentrated, toward the area. My head was hot and fuzzy, and it was impossible to focus on anything except his touch. My sore arms felt only slightly uncomfortable in the midst of this… unknown feeling. I couldn't tell what it felt like. I only knew that I wanted as much of it as I could get. Carnal noises bounced off the walls of the large room, and at the back of my mind I vaguely recognized them as my own voice.

My loose-fitting pants were so constricting, my thick tunic suffocating me with its warmth. I writhed against my makeshift shackles, whining weakly. Ghirahim silently noted my behavior and slid his hands to my hips again. With unparalleled confidence, he grabbed the waist band and drove my pants down to my knees. I gasped at the sudden chill of the room, clenching my teeth so tight I swore they were cracking. I could feel my face heating up with mortification.

I was exposed.

"Very nice…" Ghirahim muttered with a tone of what I assumed was approval. His fingers delicately traced along the toned lines of my pelvis. It was a whisper of a touch, my nerves tingling in anticipation. The Demon Lord took his own sweet time, creeping lower and lower. He watched me closely, gauging my reaction. I felt the need to maintain my composure. I didn't want him to see that I was… I was enjoying myself.

One of his hands snaked its way around my waist. The other made its way closer and closer to its destination. I was holding my breath. Waiting. Ghirahim was doing everything he could to drive me wild. The suspense of his torment was killing me. I trembled from head to foot. The lack of contact made my body ache. Why couldn't he just…

The Demon Lord was still hovering over me, still grinning into my neck. I was reacting exactly the way he wanted me to, but his assault felt so overwhelming that I couldn't care less. My hips twitched forward, hoping, begging for it to happen already. I whined shamelessly. Ghirahim only continued, no doubt containing a chuckle.

The torturous man made his way to my member, raking a finger along the length. I breathed thickly through my nose at the touch. Then, as if abandoning all pretense of restraint, Ghirahim gripped it in his hand tightly. My eyes shot open and a loud gasp left my mouth. My chest was heaving.

Only now did I realize that the feeling in my gut caused me to become… hard. Almost painfully so. I felt Ghirahim's hand wrapped around me. Even in his firm grip I was harder than steel. And it was worsening… My breath hitched in my throat. This feeling was too much. I couldn't even think straight, it filled my entire body.

"Shall I continue, Sky Child?" Ghirahim whispered in my ear. His voice was husky, filled with his own desire. I twitched in his palm. My self-control had vanished; I nodded my head furiously, whimpers of affirmation spilling free. Faster than I could register, he obliged.

With the hand around my waist, the Demon Lord held me against his own body. His heat mixed with my sweaty body created an intoxicating feeling that made my head even fuzzier. Ghirahim's head was bowed slightly in deep concentration, his eyes fixed below. Slowly, he stroked my member, keeping his grip tight and hot all the while. Time began to stretch across eternity as he teased me with his leisurely pace. My breath caught in my chest, unable to release itself, as my very blood tingled right to my groin, the source of this pleasure.

But it wasn't enough. Ghirahim was going too slowly. I needed more. I needed it all.

My fists clenched, the leather of my gauntlets creaking under the stress. The air in my lungs forced its way up my throat and out of my mouth in a pained, impatient cry. My hips bucked forward, pushing myself farther, faster into the man's hand. Needy whines were spewing from my mouth as I physically begged for more.

Needing little more encouragement, Ghirahim pulled me even closer to him, cupping my rear end tightly. He steadily quickened his pace. His very touch was intoxicating and I could barely keep track of it all. I had never experienced anything like this. The feeling in my gut was intense and unbearable, but what made it worse was the fact that I couldn't get enough of it. I greedily pushed myself into Ghirahim, hungrily thrust myself against his skilled hand.

I moaned wantonly into the open air. The insatiable feeling was spreading throughout my body; it felt so good I could scream. It was building inside me, threatening to burst. I arched my back inward, letting my head fall onto Ghirahim's shoulder. The smell and heat of his skin was inebriating. I was hardly breathing, and I couldn't think.

Ghirahim pumped me harder, moving even faster. My voice rose even louder. The sensation continued to escalate, and began to concentrate around my groin, to where Ghirahim was so pleasurably assaulting me. I felt a white hot spark in my gut… I was close.

I squeezed my eyes so tight I could see flashes of color behind my lids. Planting my feet against the wall behind me, I pushed myself completely into Ghirahim's body, freely and harshly thrusting myself into him. What felt like lava boiling up in my gut began to rise up, wanting to make its way out.

My voice rose impossibly louder, higher, more frantic, as the feeling crescendoed into something that could only be described as an eruption. Every nerve ending zapped from my groin to my finger tips, tremors rippling through my body. My head flung back against the wall, screaming out into the empty room. Hot liquid shot from my member, twitching, quivering, aching.

I trembled from the aftershock, my flesh hypersensitive to every sensation. My chest felt tight, and I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. I could hardly keep my eyes half open. My legs fell back down the wall, hanging limply. The dull pain in my shoulders made itself known to me once more, returning with a vengeance. I lifted my head up and saw Ghirahim several paces away, sucking the tips of his fingers, dark eyes boring into my own.

"My, my, my… I must say that I did not expect the goddess' sky child to behave as such," he teased. His expression was one of cruelty and amusement. I could only stare back at him, panting and exhausted. "Someone likes it rough... I shall remember that."

Ghirahim looked to the door, still sealed shut, for several moments before cursing under his breath. He strolled closer to me and ran his forefinger under my chin. "Though you deserve some credit, sky child. You put up more of a fight than I would have thought possible out of such a soft boy. But I could tell you very much enjoyed yourself, and for that I am very… pleased," he purred.

He stepped back once more. "That being said, I fear I spent far too long teasing and toying with you. The girl's presence has all but faded from this place, which means there's no reason to linger here." He snapped his fingers and the knives restraining me to the stone wall disappeared. Being unprepared, and still recovering from my climax, I fell to the ground in a heap, pants still gathered around my knees. My mind was still in a bit of a haze.

"Good bye, sky child," Ghirahim said to me, his smirk only grew. "Run and play this time. Get in my again, though and, well… we'll see, shall we?" He chuckled, before snapping his fingers once more and vanishing in a cloud of scarlet and silver diamonds.

A/N: There it is. I would LOVE to write more to this, but I need you guys to tell me if I should. Did you all like it? Lemme know pretty please. Gimme ideas, thoughts, criticisms, anything you darn well like. As long as it isn't hate for hate's sake.

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