Stigmata

by L M Adams

  “I remember when your dreams were just as large, Hari.”

  He stops and turns towards me.

  I huff remembering how single-minded I was, “All I wished was to be a warrior…”

  “All you wished was to protect your people, your mother, this is your heart-song, Hari. You will protect our people from what is coming…”

  “They’re already destroyed…”

  “The storm is not here yet; it is not here yet at all.”

  I sigh deeply, as usual he talks in riddles, I try to understand but my heart does not still enough to absorb his wisdom. “Henenu, he kills you, Azazael comes, and he ends your life!”

  “All life ends, we respect death, you know this…”

  “It was not done right! You should have been with the people and surrounded in love! Not in a strange land and time… why did you not tell me it was you?!”

  My back begins to burn with the curse, anger filling my soul, feeding on my own emotions, making them deeper, harder, confusing my thoughts! I feel betrayed that he did not tell me he was Henenu, that he cheated me from that time to spend with him, with my own kin, when I had gone so long believing that he was dead... that they were all dead.

  “Hari!” Henenu grabs my arms, shaking me, and the fire burning within seems to recede.

  “I cannot see past the decisions I make. I cannot tell you why I did not reveal myself to you, I cannot tell you why so many of these horrible things have happened to our people! I can only believe that there is a purpose to our pain.”

  I rip myself away from him, turning my back, “What?! What in Ra’s name could be the purpose in any of this?! We are happy here, there is majic and happiness and connection and I did not know how hollow my heart was without it until I came home! Here, life is what it was meant to be!”

  “Do not forget that here is also where your mother was killed. You cannot have truth without lies, joy without sorrow, victory without defeat! You know the yoke of the universe! Do not romanticize what we are in this time and place to the point that you cannot see the fault within our own stars! Do not make the same mistakes that I have. This is the folly of man, to have choice and then never believe they have chosen wrong.”

  I turn back on him, battling my own body. My anger wishing to burst free! “And what was the right choice for my mother, Henenu? What choice would have led her to walk a path of life? What choice would have given me more time with her?”

  “Nothing,” he whispers, “there is nothing anyone could have done.”

  “Do you say now that all is destined and there is no choice?”

  “I say that there is no choice when a mother loves her son. I say there is no choice but her life for yours.”

  I feel as if I will choke on my frustration, all I can do is let out a scream and yet it is not enough!

  “You have burned through the peace that you had, go to your mates, Hari, they will sooth the curse.”

  “I do not wish to be soothed!”

  “Then you wish to burn Me’tangua?”

  My heart drops at his words as shame fills me, I had burned our home to rubble, I had scorched the earth when I was only a child. Ra only knows what will happen if I lose control now.

  “I never wished the majic of fire!” My voice cracks, my heart breaking. “All it does is burn!”

  “Your majic is more than that, so much more, but we must be careful, Hari. You are very strong, but you need training. The best thing for you, for us all, is for you to go to the ones who can calm you, yes?”

  I wish to speak more, learn more, but Master Henenu is master and even if I did not respect him as much as I should have as a child, as a man, I know that my place is to learn from his wisdom.

  “We will speak again, Hari, there is time.”

  But I am not so sure that this is true. I understand the wicked art of time like never before, and one thing I have learned is – there is never enough – be you god, or mortal, or a young son who has lost his momma.

  79

  Lucien

  I do not wish to return to Jaevia and Capaneus as I am, barely a man, filled with rage – they do not deserve this, they deserve a better man. A man that has control over himself.

  But I can no more deny the need of their presence as I could cut the beating heart from my own chest… they are my moon and earth.

  I do my best to work through the breathing exercises Capaneus taught me, as well as the words to accept the pain of my curse as not something I can fight, but something I can focus. I do try, but I fear all that will satisfy my needs is destroying the things I love most in the world so that they can cry the tears I do not allow myself.

  I go back to our rooms quickly, carefully, quietly, attempting to wrangle my darkest heart even while knowing that this is beyond my abilities. I need them, they soothe me like nothing else does.

  Perhaps if they had been asleep, I could have laid beside them and left them in peace, perhaps if they were reading quietly or drinking wine with smiles and laughs, I could have resisted my primal urges.

  Yet I find none of these things. Instead, I find the Wench standing in all of her glory, hair out and wild and wavy, her flesh naked and glowing in the firelight. The Bloodsucker kneeling at her feet, rapture covering his face as he strokes his cock.

  I stand at the door, unsure of what to do, even my curse pauses at such a bounty laid out for us. Tonight they will serve, and they come to me with an open heart.

  The Wench smiles in that way she has, purple eyes twinkling with devilment. A pure blood seductress – with only her smile she could launch a thousand ships and I would set them all to blaze only to call her my own and bask in her glory.

  “Master,” she smiles and bows her head before coming closer to me.

  I stand still, unsure of what to do, only knowing that she will have unending obedience from me even as she calls me master.

  She takes my large roughened hand into her small and delicate one, tugging me from the door and closing it behind me.

  “I can’t,” Capaneus whispers, his need is thick upon the air and it is laced with the Wench’s power.

  I could never resist her lure, and now with Capaneus, it has become deadly to be around them. They are both the cause of my insanity and the remedy to it. I can only thank Ra they are made of tougher stuff, mates made perfectly for a man such as me. I get to break them, and they love me even more for it. But only a bit, only a small bit… they can never know how black my heart has become since taking on the curse of my people.

  “You are being wicked to him?” I grumble low, breathing in their scents, letting it fill me.

  The Wench smiles over her shoulder as she leads me over to him. There is a fine sheen of sweat covering his flesh, he’s at the edge of control and whatever war he was fighting we all know he has lost.

  “You are the one being wicked to him, he only gets to come if he has cock in his mouth… and since I don’t have a cock,” she shrugs her shoulder so innocently. God help me she’s a gloriously evil bitch.

  “Please,” the Bloodsucker begs.

  I hum with pleasure, “But not so long ago you did not wish your mouth on my cock.”

  “She is driving me insane!”

  “I won’t let him stop stroking,” she laughs that evil laugh and my heart tingles, “and only you have the power to give him a release.”

  Such a wicked game the Wench plays.

  Capaneus cries out, his brow wrinkled, eyes closed tightly, “Please, Lucien, please put your cock in my mouth.”

  His begging makes my cock stir as the Wench wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest, turning my rage into passions, turning my anger into need… turning my attention from the Bloodsucker.

  “You are an evil woman,” I put my hands on her small waist and claim her mouth. Her lips taste of lemons and honey, and I can do nothing but try and bend the will of the gods to me and make her my own as I drive my tongue into her mouth.

 
I feel her pull my shirt from my pants and she breaks the kiss too soon for my liking, but only to get my shirt off of me. She was right, she is always right, the kissing is better with her flesh upon my flesh.

  Perhaps loving is not the same for all men, but when I have her in my arms all I can think of is fucking her half to death, flipping her over and fucking her the rest of the way to hell just to show the devil what’s mine.

  “I’ll do anything, Lucien, Any disgusting, depraved thing you can think of, if you just let me put it in my mouth first, please, I just can’t… I can’t hold it!”

  His words and desperation roll another layer of lust onto what the Wench is building. I break the kiss to look down at my broken Capaneus, his head is bowed, his heart broken, his prideful ways a lost cause.

  “I haven’t come since the desert Lucien, please Lucien please!” His voice cracks.

  The Wench gives me sweet butterfly kisses on my chest, “If he comes, I am going to punish him very badly, if he stops I am going to punish him very badly, only you can save him.” She sucks my nipple into her mouth, her teeth biting down a bit, just how I like.

  I grunt with my pleasure in her attentions and reach down to my pants freeing my cock.

  “Please!” Capaneus screams, moving closer to it, needing my cock more than he’s ever needed anything. It feels good to have him on his knees begging for it, it feels good to be needed so desperately.

  I like being needed and desired and… wanted. To feel as if no other would do for either of them, I wish to be special in their hearts, loved above all others.

  The Wench rolls those evil eyes up to me, letting my nipple go with a tug, “Don’t give it to him.”

  “Master, Mistress, please I need mercy, I need mercy. I need your cock in my mouth now! Please now!”

  I smile down to my lusty Wench and grab Capaneus by the back of his head, drawing him closer to the hard length he needs.

  “I am in a generous mood,” I give her a smile as his lips close over me.

  She pouts with pretty pink lips… puckered perfectly, “Far too generous to him, you hardly let him cry.” I wish her lips on my cock as well, but I also wish to last a bit longer. So I sacrifice.

  “He’ll cry, Wench, I promise you he’ll cry for us.”

  Jaevia must always be happy with my loving, always I must please her, always she comes first.

  I push his head down on me, letting the sting of his fangs cutting me burn as it will. I can go deeper in the Wench’s mouth, down into her throat, but I’m sure with time and practice the Bloodsucker will learn how to accept more cock in both his mouth and his anus – I just need to train him.

  She laughs and I bring my lips back to hers, stuffing my tongue into her mouth as I make our husband choke and scream on my cock. I love penetrating them both, scarring them both, claiming them both at the same fucking time. I am the king and every hole they own is mine to do with as I damn well please.

  The Bloodsucker’s body vibrates against me as he comes for us both with a heart filled with shame and thanks. I grind into his mouth, not letting up on the pressure as I enjoy the taste of my Wench. She moans, breaking the kiss as I grind my cock against the back of his fucking throat.

  “Fuck me, Luey,” and how is a man supposed to resist such a command?

  I pull my cock from the bloodsucker’s mouth, he sounds as if he’ll cough up a lung, but I spare not even a glance for him as I turn and lift the lusty woman up into my arms. Her strong thighs wrap around me as I put my aching cock, still wet from the Bloodsucker’s mouth, into the Wench’s tight sheath. Pure rapture covers her features as she throws back her head, mouth open with her gasp. She’s always so tight, just as our first night, so tight and wet and ready and mine.

  Ra be my witness, nirvana is between the Wench’s thighs, she fills me with more than carnal need, but with purpose and connection. The only thing that has ever made sense to me in a world outside of my time, was being one with her.

  I grip her thigh, trying to hold back my coming pleasure, needing her to come first, the Wench always comes first, she is above all things, she is my Goddess, she is my Queen, she was mine before all others and I will worship her as such.

  Her body seems to float in the air, wild and wanton, her breasts large and heavy quivering when I pound into her pussy. Has there ever been such a beautiful creature?

  I think not, I think fucking not.

  Untamed and without limits, the only kind of woman I could have ever given my heart to. Her body moves like it was made for fucking – grinding, squeezing, soft in some places, hard in others.

  “Oh Luey!” She slams her pussy on me and almost makes me fall to the ground, fuck she’s a lusty vixen.

  “Come for me, Wench!” I grit my teeth holding myself back with sheer force of will.

  Trembles of pleasure fill her body as she fucking screams my name, my fucking name to the gods above as she comes all over my fucking dick!

  Damn fucking right!

  I let go of my restraint, just a little, Ra save me, just a little and let my pleasure fill her, giving her my offering and letting her feed upon me as is her way, as a queen of the succubae.

  My legs tremble as I pull from her aching warmth and set her back to her feet. I clutch her to me and turn her a bit as I guide the Bloodsuckers head to her used pussy filled with me.

  “Clean,” I order him low, staring into the Wench’s eyes as they alight with happiness. She likes seeing me use the Bloodsucker, she likes seeing me enjoy him the way she enjoys him.

  Her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath… we’ve only just begun. I pet his head gently as he licks the Wench’s pussy, “He is a good slave.”

  She nods moaning with delight, “The best. Only the best for you Luey.”

  “Should we reward him?” I brush her long beautiful hair behind her shoulder.

  “My rule still stands,” she moans, slick flesh trembling in my arms, the Bloodsucker bringing her to a gentle peak. He is quite talented with his tongue, this I know.

  “As you wish, my Queen.”

  She pulls away from his mouth and my arms, laying down on the large pillows opening her thighs for him.

  “Does the slave want the honey?”

  “Please!” He screams, “Please yes!”

  “Come on,” she beckons him, and he rushes forward, putting his cock into her. Whimpering with longing.

  He craves Jaevia like a drowning man and no matter how often he has her, he will always want more. This is what Jaevia is, once you have her, nothing but having her again will ever truly do.

  She enthralls all men and I’m as much her slave as I am her master.

  He holds her waist steady as he begins stroking her, his eyes closed, face covered in pleasure.

  “What do you say, Bloodsucker?”

  “Thank you,” he cries, “thank you for your gift, oh god I know I don’t deserve it.”

  He is filled with feelings of inadequacy, no matter how much we torture him, it is nothing in caparison to the ways in which he tortures himself.

  I pet his wet hair, “Does it feel good?”

  He whimpers nodding.

  “Maybe you’ve had enough, I don’t want to spoil you.”

  He shakes his head no, “Please don’t make me pull out, please don’t!”

  “Okay,” the Wench laughs and begins moving her hips, twirling her pussy on his cock, he looks to me with desperation.

  “Don’t beg,” I whisper to him.

  His bottom lip trembles, “Oh god.”

  “He’s not going to last,” the Wench taunts him.

  His chest deflates and he hunches over weeping, so fucking pitifully.

  “I’m not going to last,” he breathes out, “fuck I’m not going to last! Lucien cock! Please cock!”

  “I told you not to fucking beg.”

  “I don’t care! She’s driving me insane!”

  I begin stroking my cock by his face, but not letting his lips touc
h it. “No.”

  The Wench laughs and grinds into him harder. He begins to pull back.

  “Don’t you dare pull out!”

  His eyes fill with tears, “Please Lucien?” His bottom lip quivers as he tries to control his passions, “Please,” he whispers. “Lucien please, I’m going to come, please don’t let her hurt me.”

  I grunt and move to stand in front of him, straddling the Wench and her wicked pussy.

  “Do you only beg to suck my cock when there is something in it for you?”

  “You know that is not true.” He exhales a low whine sounding.

  “Then prove it,” I demand of him, “come and accept the damnation for it.”

  “Fine,” he whispers, voice cracking, “fine.”

  I watch him destroy his own world as he comes, as he lets go of the thought that he has any control here, any say to what happens to him, I watch him let us become his world which holds both beauty and horror. His moan as he empties into the Wench is low and rough.

  “Naughty boy,” The Wench whispers.

  “Now you may suck Master’s cock.”

  He cries leaning forward to take my dick into his mouth, knowing it won’t save him from the Queen’s vengeance, he sucks now only for my pleasure, to give to me and prove his love to me. This is the way a man is meant to be loved, the way I wish to be loved, no selfish intentions, no other motives, I wish to simply be loved.

  I can taste his pain on the air, not because we’re hurting him, not because we’re shaming him, no… no Capaneus is more complicated than that. His pain only exists because he feels he’s failing. But it is not true, not at all. With his giving heart I can conquer all things, even the darkness within myself. Even without his powers, his Neoma… the curse in me settles. Capaneus suffers for me so that the world doesn’t have to, I’ll never be able to express how much he means to me, and he would never let me try.

  The feel of his mouth on me, sucking and licking me makes my toes curl, “Look at me.” I moan filled with the pleasure of him.

  Those large blue globes of pain stare into me, begging for me to save him… but saving him isn’t done with love and pretty kisses. The way he wishes to be saved is bitter on the tongue as I battle for his soul.