This week’s prompts included “pestilence, sigh, and wrath” and those worked for me.
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Useful Things #10
Rasvim tried not to watch, but his efforts failed. The book couldn’t hold his attention and when he turned so his back was to the bedchamber, his instincts protested. No matter what he attempted, his eyes returned to Majak and Enir. He had watched Aeth having sex with humans before. Often. Without exception, the couplings had been forced. Even his own, though Osvith had eventually trained him to submission and Rasvim did, occasionally, feel pleasure.
Once Rasvim had discovered that Osvith for some reason wanted him to feel pleasure, he had learned to fake orgasms. He had never learned how to fake an ejaculation, though. For that, he had devised fantasies nearly as brutal as sex itself. Fantasies of being pleasing and desired, but also of using Aeth in ways of which they would not approve. Such fantasies frightened him and he took care to conceal those thoughts.
What Majak was doing with Enir looked unthreatening. The Aeth male nuzzled Enir until the delicate human whimpered with what sounded like pleasure. Majak’s sinuous purple tongue licked out to circle Enir’s ear, then teased pink lips. Enir opened and what the two did next was undeniably a kiss.
Rasvim had seen humans kiss, though not since his capture. His parents had kissed, and so had his sister Belle and the neighbor’s son, Roy. Those two’s kisses had generated so much heat the window of the Pegwhite carhout had fogged until he could no longer see inside. But he knew the difference between a kiss and what he’d experienced. Osvith’s invasions of his mouth had never been kisses.
He shifted position. His cock was hard and he had no way to conceal it. Ever since reaching puberty, he had found sexual displays arousing. Knowing he had been conditioned to find Aeth males attractive didn’t change the fact that being twisted into something useful had allowed him to survive. His life depended on being useful. It unsettled him that Majak didn’t appear to be interested in him for sex.
Enir moaned and Majak lifted the youth onto the bed. So easily. All Aeth were strong, and Majak’s lean body displayed layers of thick, toned muscle beneath unscarred skin. Most Aeth Rasvim had known bore many scars. Osvith had been covered with them. Scars had not detracted from his powerful appearance.
Majak’s body commanded more than just Rasvim’s eyes. Sexual excitement had raised Majak’s color—striations of darker grey and black now marked his arms, back and shoulder blades with elegant, bold display—and had also lifted the usually flat crest of coarse hair atop his head and down the ridge of his spine, an even more pronounced signal.
Seeing Majak’s dominance markings only made Rasvim harder. His cock began to leak and he fought the urge to stroke himself. He wanted to believe what Enir had said about the urethral ring being turned off, but he remembered the pain. Stroking himself without permission had never ended well.
He had a clear view of the bed and wished Majak would activate the privacy shield, but Majak didn’t. Instead he leaned over Enir’s lithe body and continued to lick, his dark tongue tracing the cage of Enir’s ribs before visiting each nipple.
Rasvim sighed. Why was he watching? He had not been ordered. He had not been taken note of at all. He should be reading the book. Visiting his memories. Wishing vile pestilence and the wrath of human gods upon the Aeth, just as his homegroup would want him to be doing at every chance. Not feel his nipples tighten into begging points at every flick of Majak’s tongue on Enir’s skin.
And Enir… Enir’s mouth was busy, too. Soft, rosy human lips—Enir’s lips—paid tender tribute to Majak’s deep, muscled chest, kissed the striations swirling over one of the arms that bracketed him. While looking into Majak’s eyes, Enir reached down and rubbed his palm beseechingly across the straining bulge at the juncture of the Aeth male’s thighs. Rasvim started. Why was Majak still wearing a genital shield?
A rumble of muffled words from Majak answered Enir’s mewl of frustration. Rasvim strained to hear but could not.
Majak’s striations and erect crest, not to mention the visible bulge of his cock, told Rasvim that Majak was aroused. But what was happening now… barely resembled sex as Rasvim knew it. Majak caressed Enir’s small cock gently, and mouthed and tongued the young human’s skin. Ceasing his attention to Enir’s nipples, Majak turned him over and lightly nipped at the skin covering Enir’s spine. Rasvim stared, fixated, as Majak reclined lengthwise on the high bed and cradled Enir’s torso against him. Enir gave a yelp of pleasure, blond head arched back against gray skin, when Majak introduced a finger into the human’s ass.
More blood rushed to Rasvim’s cock and he held back a groan. Though he looked away, he soon looked back. What Majak was doing… the way his long tongue now toyed with Enir’s ear and the way Enir cooed with pleasure… didn’t look like sex. It involved Enir’s genitals—the parts he still had—and Majak continued to gently massage Enir’s underdeveloped penis, but Majak’s cock remained sheathed, hidden and unused. Rasvim had never known sex that did not involve an Aeth cock.
What are they doing?
Enir sighed happily when Majak removed his finger from the young human’s ass and ceased stroking. The Aeth murmured more words that made Enir smile.
Enir didn’t look like he’d come. Of course not. And yet everything Rasvim had witnessed had centered on Enir’s pleasure. Not Majak’s. Though Majak still looked aroused, with his high color and bristling crest, he didn’t look dissatisfied. He continued to kiss and pet the smiling human.
Rasvim ducked his head and again tried to pretend he was reading the book. What he had just seen disturbed him far more than his now painful hard on.
Majak had wanted him to see this. Why?
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