negromanzia | A Debt and a Gift

A Debt and a Gift

The realm of Cocytus was a cold, dark, barren little island in the midst of a river, which made it quite to the taste of the god-thing that owned it and not at all to the taste of anyone else. Cocytus made certain to meet her guest upon the shore, welcoming the senior deity who was not quite her liege.

"Ereuvir," she said, in a voice reminiscent of things that bubbled in the dark depths of caves. Her rags fluttered as she performed a slow bow. The gray, tattered hood that covered her head served also to conceal her face and the elegant, swollen, contorting blisters that her guests found so strangely unpleasant. Cocytus simply could not understand the universe's lack of appreciate for her beauty and wonders. "Welcome. I have such a thing to give you."

A gift that was not quite a gift. Cocytus owed a debt after all, which was not the sort of thing that Cocytus liked, and recently she had come into possession of something else that she did not like. Cocytus liked suicides, and she liked them to be as self-loathing or as depressive as possible. The particular despair that came from those who had turned violence upon themselves was a vintage sweeter than any Cocytus had ever found, and the rest of the gods were happy to let her collect her little tragedies. Except that one of those tragedies, lately, was proving to be such a thorn.

Well enough, then, that Cocytus was expecting a visitor, and one with very different taste. Debt and thorn could be bundled up together and handed over to Ereuvir, and Cocytus could go back to basking in the soothing misery of her precious island.

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Ashley yelps with delight as Ereuvir flips him over. He is very flexible, and as Ereuvir thrusts in harder, deeper into him at this angle, Ashley lifts his lower body into it, meeting the thrusts and impaling himself on Ereuvir's length. His fingers clutch and grasp at the covers, and when his orgasm approaches he doesn't hesitate in letting himself tip over that precipice.

Crying out loudly, Ashley rides the waves of it, giving himself over completely to Ereuvir's control and relishing the onslaught of pleasure.

Ereuvir is a very attentive lover and he slows, suddenly, hadn't missed the reaction in the sitting room earlier, the way Ashley had whined and writhed when he'd kept toying with his cock after he came. So while things are still over-sensitive, he drags himself slowly in and out, pinning Ashley's hips to the bed to keep him from squirming away. A sharper, more serious protest might actually stop him, but complaints will certainly not, and if Ashley can't help himself, he'll pin his wrists to the bed, too, to take more time to tease him.

He waits until the aftershocks subside completely before he speeds again, this time moving with more self-interested purpose, rough without quite tipping into brutal, but clearly in pursuit of a goal.

He is quiet, when he comes, but the low moan he makes sounds like it's deep enough to come from the soul, a consuming sort of pleasure.

It's all just how Ashley likes it, and he whines and sighs as Ereuvir fucks him through his orgasm, drawing out aftershock upon aftershock until Ashley's trembling and weak from overstimulation and pleasure. And yet he still wants more, and laughs with breathless delight and a hint of challenge as Ereuvir begins again, quicker and rougher, pounding into him.

Ashley purrs with satisfaction as Ereuvir comes within him. Satisfied and expecting that Ereuvir will rest for at least a couple of minutes, Ashley wiggles beneath him, hooking his legs around Ereuvir to keep him there and looping his arms around Ereuvir's neck to pull him down to cuddle.

He chuckles softly at the octopus tendencies he's found in his lover and while he might not need the kind of rest a human man might need after something like that, he's content to cuddle up, still inside of Ashley, and just press warm kisses to heated skin, hands trailing along him.

There is, however, a matter to attend to with the plug and he finally shifts slightly, petting a hand soothingly down Ashley's side,

"Do you want a moment to clean up, or do you want it in you right now?" He's not going to make Ashley walk around full of his come, but with how possessive he's been so far, it's a good bet on what his preference is, even though he sounds like he's equally happy with both options.

"Right now," Ashley demands, because that was always an assumed part of the game, and he wants Ereuvir to be tempted and tormented, also, knowing that Ashley's walking around with Ereuvir's come inside of him.

Reluctantly, he detangles his arms and legs from around Ereuvir, allowing him to pull out and to fetch the plug. He doesn't like letting go, even though he wants the game that he proposed. Watching Ereuvir closely, Ashley licks his lower lip, a tiny bit of shyness showing through now.

Ereuvir chuckles a little at that, but it's warm, genuinely pleased, before he rolls over to get the plug. It's so smooth it likely doesn't need any additional lube, but he uses some more anyway, which actually is going to make it take a little bit of effort to hold inside once Ashley's upright.

Ereuvir doesn't notice the shyness, really, has no reason to think Ashley might even be capable of it, at this point, but he also doesn't seem to be going anywhere or calling a halt to their bedroom games. He takes his time, even, working the plug in, even though it would likely have just gone in without much effort at this point. He likes turning Ashely halfway to liquid in his arms, so there's little reason to not take his time and enjoy it and Ashley's reaction to it.

Once it's fully seated, Ereuvir draws him back close.

"What kind of clothes would you prefer? Something comfortable? Modern? I can provide you with attire from whatever is on the current runways to something more traditional for a cupbearer," it's clear the term is one that amuses him, but if Ashley is at all aware of it, there's significance in him using it that bears well for Ashley.

"Surprise me," Ashley demands, with a cheerful glint of challenge in his eyes. "Anything you like, as long as it's flattering. Easy access might be a good idea, too."

Ashley's very interested to find out what Ereuvir will choose, and willing to take a risk with it. If it's too contrary to Ashley's self-image, well, that's a kind of unflattering and Ashley's willing to argue the point. But the pleasure of being given something more wondrous than he would know to choose for himself is well worth trying for.

Well-read though Ashley is, he doesn't get the reference. His education is eclectic, having been left mostly to Arkady, since Ashley rebelled against his tutors and only studied the subjects he (or Arkady) found interesting. His knowledge of gothic and romantic literature is extensive, and he has an impressive comprehension of art, anatomy, and medicine, but the gaps in his knowledge are immense.

He pets his fingers admiringly over Ereuvir's chest, very content to be held close and cuddled.

"I think I have just the thing."

Ereuvir seems content for just a moment to work another bruise into Ashley's neck and let him get more used to the plug, both of them still curled close and warm in bed. After a minute or two, though, he does stir and rises from the bed to get dressed. He re-dresses in simple but well-tailored modern clothing in blacks and blues, but Ashley's given long robe that drags on the floor slightly in the back, cut to fall just barely above the tops of his feet in the front. It's made of some kind of heavy silk that has weight and feels amazing on the skin and is black as well, worked with blue butterflies that start lightly added, a single one perched in the black near his shoulder, but turn into a riot of them at the bottom, drowning out the black. The garment is modest, leaves almost no skin aside from his face and hands exposed, but as he puts it on, he quickly discovers that, partially because of the weight and partially because of how it's constructed, a single tug to the right places on it will cause it to simply fall off the wearer. In fact, it takes a bit of work to figure out how to keep the entire thing on to begin with, and he'll often find it trying to creep off his shoulders, gravity trying to disrobe him.

Ereuvir gives him nothing to wear under it, which is likely unsurprising. He looks almost plain next to Ashely, in black slacks and a deep blue shirt, but he still manages to cut an impressive figure all the same.

"Ready for your tour, then?" the wicked gleam to his eyes shows that he hasn't forgotten the game they're playing.

Ashley's a little disdainful of the garment, because it seems to him like a dress. Though Ashley's personality consists of a variety of traditionally feminine behaviors, he still tends to guard his masculinity fiercely. He likes pretty and lacy garments, but always within the bounds of men's clothing. This pushes at that boundary, but doesn't push it hard enough to make Ashley balk.

He puts on the robe, smoothing it down and tugging at the collar, figuring out how to move in it. It isn't at all what he had in mind, but that was part of the point of his challenge. He never would have asked for this, and the novelty is interesting.

Going to Ereuvir's side, Ashley takes his arm. He has to keep his legs close together as he walks, and he's careful to take small steps. Each step rubs the tip of the plug against his prostate, which is already swollen from the thorough fucking. Ashley's cheeks are flushed by the time they cross the room, but he keeps his chin high. He won't yield until he's ready to beg. That's the game, after all.

Ereuvir would be a bit surprised, if any of that was voiced. It's hard to say what in this house is already existent and what he's making up out of pure willpower and energy as they move along, but while the garment fits Ashley perfectly for what it's supposed to do, as though it was tailored to him, it came out of Ereuvir's wardrobe, and the way he'd talked about it before giving to Ashely seems to indicate that it was something he already had.

It maybe is more a comment on Ereuvir's tastes in fashion, certainly, than Ashley's, if nothing else, and perhaps also begs the question of whether it comes undone like this when he wears it and, if so, who he's worn it for.

Or, perhaps also, who he might yet be convinced to wear it for.

Ereuvir smirks at him as they make their slow way across the room. He lets Ashley find a comfortable pace... and then he tugs him along just the tiniest bit faster than that, not enough to be overwhelming or panic inducing, but enough to make it a bit of a struggle. The slight deepening of that smirk is all the warning Ashley gets before the plug doesn't do something as mundane as vibrate, but rather warms suddenly.

Ereuvir says nothing about it, though, just regards the hallway at the end of his rooms thoughtfully,

"Hmm... would you prefer to see the dining area first, or the library?" it's really more of a question of where Ashley would like to be fucked, but he likes games, and he plans on playing this one to the fullest.

"Library," Ashley responds. He's not thinking at all of practical outcomes or strategy for the game. He simply loves books, and wants to see Ereuvir's library.

As Ereuvir speeds them up, Ashley leans a little more heavily on him, relying on Ereuvir for stability whenever he stumbles or shuffles a little. Grace and beauty is more important to Ashley than dignity, so he doesn't mind stumbling now and then, since he does it prettily enough.

Noticing the plug warm suddenly inside of his body, Ashley gives a surprised little sigh, lashes fluttering with pleasure and pace faltering for a moment so that he stumbles again as Ereuvir continues. He doesn't comment on it either, though he's very pleased by this new feature of his toy.

Ereuvir pauses at the surprised sigh, supporting Ashley's weight and letting him enjoy it for a moment, fingers gripped warm at his hip and his thumb working gently at a muscle in his back. He presses a few kisses, lingering, against the skin of his neck, lets him settle a bit as the warmth pulses, slow, like the pace of waves on the shore.

Getting Ereuvir engaged in something is sometimes a bit of a chore and Ashley's going to find that getting his attention in the coming days is going to be more difficult than many others. But once Ereuvir is convinced to join to the game, give that attention, he's almost uncannily focused and present. He looks pleased as he tugs them back into motion, content.

"It might not surprise you to learn that the only books here are ones that have been lost. There's a lot of knowledge in here and some of it is very dangerous," he does not tell him not to read them. What would be the point? If he wants to do so, he will, but he will warn him, "There are some harms I cannot undo, and some of them reside here, though there is plenty of forgotten mundane reading as well."

It is, perhaps, a smaller library than he might have been expecting, but it's still impressive: two floors of books against the walls, a thin walkway around the top to get to those shelves, with a huge window at the far end that looks out over his domain, bleak but lovely. What it also is, is surprisingly cozy. It feels lived in in a way that the rest of the house, what little attention has been paid to it, doesn't. Smaller than the vaulted ceilings and grandiose floorplan he might have been expecting, it nevertheless is clear that this is the heart of the house.

Ashley basks in the kisses and attention, leaning into Ereuvir's touch and giving him doting little smiles. Ereuvir is Ashley's favorite type of lover by a considerable margin, and he's quickly developing warm feelings toward Ereuvir and their relationship. Pleased that Ereuvir is pleased and that he's getting so much attention, Ashley trusts himself to Ereuvir's touches.

The warm, thudding pulses inside of him are almost soothing, but that warmth rubs against Ashley's prostate with every step and throbs there when they pause, and he's deeply distracted by it. His erect cock lifts the front of his robe, but Ashley only minds that it interrupts the smooth fall of the garment.

The library delights him, for the coziness and the grandeur, the lost and dangerous tomes, all of them new knowledge that he's never encountered before. He loves everything about it.

It's becoming difficult to walk as the toy pulses inside him. Ashley's breath hitches and his eyelashes flutter, eyes low-lidded with pleasure. "What fun would knowledge be if it wasn't dangerous?" he says, giving Ereuvir a playful smile and tugging him close for a kiss.

Ereuvir looks extremely amused, watching Ashley half melt against him with every step, eyes getting heavier lidded with every foot they travel through the library, more distracted. He's easily tugged in for a kiss, his side of it maybe a bit more passionate than Ashley was expecting, evidence that there's some self-control happening here for Ereuvir as well, as though Ashley might otherwise already be stretched across the desk here, if there weren't a game happening.

He grabs Ashley's ass while they kiss, the touch less about his desire to do so (though that is certainly present) and more about making sure the toy moves inside him, tugging him in close to grind against his thigh.

"I'd hate to lose you to madness," he says, plainly, "simply because you did not understand the danger. But I'm hardly going to start trying to scare you now." He means both now that he's decided to keep him and also right now, when there's another slow kiss to get to.

Ashley shivers in his arms, melting into Ereuvir's grip and enjoying the way he shifts the toy and grinds their bodies together. Ashley suspects that Ereuvir's self-control is also in part because of the game--perhaps they could both resist each other better without the complication of the game to rivet their attention.

Ashley loves being toyed with like this, and he enjoys kiss after kiss, dizzy with desire, before he makes another attempt to walk so that the game can continue. He's not quite ready to beg, after all.

He's drawn to the window, gazing out from there across the land of the dead, and for a moment he forgets the game, studying the landscape like he's looking for something.

He comes up behind him stepping in and pinning him to the glass mostly by the hips, pressing Ashley's cock against the cold glass through the thin silk of the robe and pressing his own against his ass, finding an angle where he doesn't so much shift the plug as provide something to press back against so Ashley can, if he's so inclined.

There's no one immediately outside and, given the way the ground falls away to give the view, not much chance of someone, but it's hardly private, either. Ashley had chosen the window, but Ereuvir's not going to miss the opportunity to play a bit with the other man's exhibitionist tendencies.

"What are you hoping to see?" his lips brush against Ashley's ear. Ereuvir's entire domain is extremely large, comparable to a continent and expanding all the time as more souls find their way there. But this particular part of it is more of a village than a massive city, a personal preference for the lands right around his home rather than a sample of what the entire domain is like. It looks like a massive forest lays around the manor-castle itself, falling away down to the towns below.

Ashley leans back into his arms, letting Ereuvir hold his weight. He’s glad to grind against Ereuvir’s cock, whimpering softly with want.

“Do you know all the souls in your kingdom?” Ashley asks, circumventing Ereuvir’s question by asking another one. He splays his hand against the glass, bracing himself, but also just wanting to touch that barrier and the hope that his brother is out there somewhere on the other side.

Ereuvir has the ability, when he chooses, to understand the sins of the souls that end up in his domain, but he is not psychic and he is not always the best judge of subterfuge or lying. He doesn't really need to be, to fulfill his role. But what he is, is old and someone who has seen a lot of humanity, even if he is not human himself. Ashley is, in some ways, a complete mystery to him, a bit strange but all the more beautiful for it, but the tone here rings loud and clear when paired with the actions and Ereuvir laughs, softly, winds an arm around him so he's not fully resting on the glass, the gesture unconsciously possessive. He murmurs just behind his ear,

"Who do you hope to find in hell? Someone you long for enough to condemn them to torment or someone you hate enough to hope to watch suffer?" The plug pulses inside Ashley as Ereuvir asks, showcasing how dangerous the question is, though it seems more so because Ereuvir is interested in giving him what he wants, rather than dangerous because he's offended.

"My brother," Ashley answers, offering the truth without any hesitation. It seems perfectly natural to him that both Raventon brothers would end up in the dark side of the afterlife, and the truth seems safe enough, since Ereuvir has no reason to suspect that Ashley lusts after his brother.

The plug pulses more fiercely inside of him and Ashley gasps, arching back against Ereuvir and closing his eyes, enjoying the waves of need and desire so fierce that it pains him. "Ereuvir," he whimpers, nestling into Ereuvir's hold and making soft little whining noises.

He cradles him easily, takes his weight where it's offered, keeps him pinned between him and the glass, but gives him enough room to twist and writhe.

"You still haven't answered my question," he seems so composed right now, solid where Ashley is a mess, but the tone is dark with lust, "Do you wish him to watch his punishment or do you care about him so much you would rather him be in hell than be without him?" And then, with a warm nibble to his ear,

"Is it too much? I can coddle you a bit, if you'd prefer," it's taunting. He knows Ashley will not take the offered out, even as he can no longer keep his hips still.

"Your hypotheticals are so limiting," Ashley whines, grinding harder against Ereuvir. The plug inside him is maddening, constantly stimulating him but never giving him enough, only making him want it more and more.

"Coddle me!" Ashley laughs at the suggestion like Ereuvir meant it as a joke, writhing full-bodied against him. "You promised you'd make me beg."

He's so close to begging, one hand trembling against the glass while the other grasps weakly at Ereuvir's hip. The only thing that holds him back is that he's enjoying the torment too much.

"Oh? Correct me, then," he purrs, "Why am I finding your brother for you? Tell me, and I'll see what I can do." He seems amused, is enjoying the interrogation happening here. Perhaps it's better to call it negotiation instead, though really the entire thing is just one more game to be played.

Ereuvir meant it as a serious offer, but one he was expecting to be laughed at, so a low chuckle is his only reaction to that part of their back and forth.

"A promise I fully intend to keep," the toy throbs inside him and Ereuvir bites into his shoulder gently, but right over top of one of the bruises he's left, "Do you want me to fuck you right here against the glass? Or perhaps you would prefer to be laid out in front of the fireplace like a trophy? Or perhaps across the desk. I could certainly take you more roughly, there." Each option is giving more low and teasing than the last, temptations all on their own, the way he whispers them.

"Desk," Ashley demands, almost as soon as the offer is laid out. He's quivering now, unable to stand without Ereuvir holding him up.

Ereuvir's other question goes neglected. Not ignored, necessarily, but bypassed in favor of other priorities.

"Please," he begs at last, squirming in Ereuvir's arms and nuzzling at him, movements aimless but needy. "Please fuck me."

It's alright, they can come back to it. They have all the time in the world.

Ereuvir takes all of Ashley's weight easily, clear in the way he breathes, the way his hands slide against the silk of the robe, that he's very pleased by the way Ashley's unravelling in his arms. He peels him out of the robe right there in front of the window and it pools to the floor as easily as it seemed like it was going to, before, and one hand catches on his cock, strokes him maddeningly slow for a few strokes. If that's enough to have him painting the glass, so be it, it doesn't slow Ereuvir's plans down at all.

Ashely's face down on the desk a moment later, slammed there not with any intent to hurt, but not particularly carefully either, and if he tries to find his feet at all, even to pose, Ereuvir lightly kicks his stance wider, makes him work for it. The message is clear: he wants him desperate and writhing, this clearly just an extension of how he'd taken his weight against the glass.

Ashley gives an indignant yelp as Ereuvir knocks his legs wider, stealing his balance and making him drop most of his weight onto the desk. He whimpers in complaint, pouting, and wiggles into a more comfortable position, pushing himself up on tiptoe to hold his weight from the stance Ereuvir insists upon.

Bracing his arms on the desk, Ashley glances back over his shoulder, giving Ereuvir a glare that’s half petulance and half challenge. “Well?” he asks, just indignant enough that his begging is paused, though he keeps his back arched to offer his ass, body still begging clearly enough on his behalf.

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