|Shake the Disease Pt. VI: Shadow Play (standard:fantasy, 1111 words) [6/11] show all parts|
|Author: Jenkis||Added: Nov 21 2000||Views/Reads: 1894/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Tai gets a new toy while Drakon starts his whimsical descent into utter detachment.|
“You did it, didn’t you?” Tai stormed into his room that morning at dawn, awakening him from a deep dreamless slumber. “What, Tai, what?” he sat up, dazed and his eyes stuck with sleepglue. She jumped on the bed and slapped him across the face. Hard. Drakon looked at her in astonishment, he’d never seen her mad before. Her skin was even paler than usual, only her cheeks were blushing deep crimson, which made her look as if she were running a fever. “You brought that boy here! Couldn’t even kill him!” she was glaring at him, her bright eyes darkening. “What are you talking about?” he said. But suddenly it all came back to him. The night before. Elrych’s room. Elrych passing out in his arms and his not being able to finish what he’d started. “Now we have this mortal kid running around the castle screaming bloody murder!” she slapped him again, softer now, “Good God, Drakon, are you so thoroughly stupid? Do you not know what this could mean for you?” she was staring at him “Tai, I just . . .” he couldn’t find the words. But he knew that today would have been the day he was to marry Sioux, “Where is he?” “I locked him up in a chamber downstairs. I have to admit, he’s not that bad. He is beautiful and his feistiness makes him all the more sensual. But how could you do that, Drakie? Just leave him lying around the castle?” she frowned at him. He decided to let her earlier comment pass unacknowledged. “You hit me,” he suddenly reflected “Yes, I did,” she stared at him as if he was being a child again “Why?” he softly said “Because you could’ve gotten yourself killed and I don’t want you to!” she suddenly grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to her, covering his mouth with hers. He tasted blood. “You don’t?” he raised his eyebrows in wonder “No,” she was frowning “But, why?” he asked “Because you’re mine. Mychael gave you to me and you’re mine,” her eyes were fierce and she seemed to be somewhere off far away within her own mind. * * * She walked into Elrych’s chamber at noon, with a bit of water in a cup. He sat on the floor, stripped down to a pair of trousers, and looked up at her with a mixture of awe, fear and anger. “Where am I?” he said when she got on both of her knees and stared into his eyes. She struck him across the face and he looked at her, clearly angry but mostly confused. “You will only speak when I give you permission,” she explained, her voice as cold as ice. All slaves had to be trained this way if they were meant to live in the power of a True Blood. He stared at her now, his anger rising and his eyes glazing over with pain as blood started to flow from a scratch at the side of his face. “Hope that doesn’t leave a scar,” Tai commented aloud, but not to him. He kept staring at her as if she weren’t really there and he was thinking that although he would like to kill her, he would also love to have her in his arms. “What is your name, boy?” she coldly asked “Boy? I look older than you, little girl,” he grinned. She struck him hard across the mouth and he flinched. “What is your name?” she asked again “Elrych,” he said “Elrych, what?” she raised a brow “Elrych Wylken,” he replied. She struck him again, but did not scratch “From now on you will refer to me as Master, understood?” she said. She hated the term “Mistress,” to her it meant something entirely different. “Yes, Master,” she could tell that he hated the words coming out of his mouth and she loved it “What is your name, slave?” she asked once again “Elrych Wylken, Master,” he barely spat the words at her. “And how old are you, Elrych Wylken, my slave?” she placed a cool hand on his thigh, he looked down at it and then back at her, still angry, his eyes burning with green fire. “I am eighteen, Master,” he said. She smiled and stood up, looking down at him with an expression of amusement imprinted on her young features. “Get up, slave,” she said and he obeyed. She looked him up and down as she started to walk around him. He was definitely gorgeous, with a extremely well-built body of a slim frame and slightly pale skin. He possessed a few freckles, natural with redheads, and she noticed the bit of hair that trailed down his lower stomach leading to his sex was a darker red, almost brown. “Hmm,” she said, “Drop your trousers.” He obeyed her again, swiftly. She got on her knees as he crossed his hands behind his back, looking down at him. She encircled his penis with one hand and watched it harden as he gasped. “All right,” she looked up at him, a trace of a smile on her lips, “You will be my slave from now on, understood?” He nodded eagerly, hot with embroiled arousal. She smiled as she started to stroke him lightly as he shivered, still looking at her confusedly. She stopped and got up in front of him, the cup of water was still in her other hand. “Put on your clothes, slave,” she said and he reluctantly did so, his eyes and flesh burning for her touch. “Are you thirsty, slave?” she asked, almost playful. “Yes, Master,” he sighed. “You may have some water,” she said. He reached out but before he reached the cup she let it slip off her fingers, so that the water spilled on the floor. “Oops,” she smiled. He positively glared at her. “You can still drink it from the floor,” she raised her eyebrows so she looked almost sweet. Almost. “I will not,” he replied. She kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to double over in pain. “That was not a suggestion, slave, it was an order,” she said “Yes,” he got on his knees “Yes, what?” she said “Yes, Master,” he started to lick the water off the floor. She looked down at him and laughed. Drakon stood by the door, silently watching as such a smile crept upon his lips that he looked like someone else. * * * In her room, Sioux stirred in her sleep, suddenly troubled by a dream where Drakon wasn’t Drakon at all but some sort of evil thing that attacked her. Tweet
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