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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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.

Ereuvir just laughs at his pouting, though it's clearly warm, pleased, rather than derisive or cold,

"Not what you were hoping for? Isn't the phrase that beggars can't be choosers? Don't worry, I'm still going to give you what you want," the plug throbs again when he says that, feels like maybe it's actually a little bigger than Ashley remembers it being, though not uncomfortably so. "But you're going to give me what I want, too. Isn't that fair?"

He lands a hand lightly on the swell of Ashley's ass, not quite hard enough to be a swat, but enough to gauge the reaction to that. Either way, it's not where he's planning on going with this, but Ashley's reaction is noted.

For now, however, he just massages at the skin for a moment, rocking the plug more firmly inside him before he reaches for it and pulls it out, replacing it with his cock in one smooth motion.

Technically, there probably weren't really enough hands to be able to both pull out the plug and get his pants open, but what's being the God of the Underworld worth if he can't use his powers when he needs them?

Ashley moans as the plug throbs and swells inside him, eyes closing as he savors the sensation. Lifting his hips into the touch, he makes a disappointed little sound at the pat, which seems to suggest more but then doesn’t follow through. He’d fuss about it specifically if he weren’t so thoroughly distracted by the movement of the plug inside of him.

Just as soon as he’d accepted Ereuvir rocking the plug inside of him, it’s gone and he’s filled deeper and stretched wider by Ereuvir’s cock. Incapable of words, Ashley moans and shivers, body clenching around the intrusion.

The reaction, the disappointment that it's not followed through, is noted. He's got better things to do just at the moment than continue to tease Ashley though and anything that's not his cock inside him seems like it would be just that.

He sets a hard pace for the first few seconds, takes out a bit of frustration at having to wait for Ashley's begging in the best possible way. He wouldn't be so rough if he didn't know Ashley was going to love it, if it wasn't what he'd all but asked for. He holds him down, pins him to the desk and just has him, not so much deliberately rough so much as simply uncaring if he is, taking what he wants just like he promised to.

Still, even so, one of his hands moves up to Ashley's neck, settles on the back of it and his thumb strokes little lines at the top of his spine, pleased and possessive all at once.

Ashley yelped at each of those hard thrusts, unable to adjust enough before Ereuvir just takes him. He tenses up a little, trying to gather his senses enough to protest or even pout, but as Ereuvir’s hand slides to his neck, holding him there and caressing his spine, Ashley relaxes into his hold, letting go of any resistance and just letting himself endure and enjoy Ereuvir’s possession.

He presses up against Ereuvir’s hold, writhing back against him and savoring the feeling of being pinned and penetrated. All that matters to him in the moment is sensation and possession, and Ashley likes the feeling of being owned.

"There," he purrs when Ashley relaxes, "That's better" He's starting to get a better idea, slowly, of what it is that Ashley is actually looking for in bed, something that doesn't come clear in his petulance or his pouting, and he's extremely pleased with what he's finding. "You're lovely like this," he's lovely anyway, of course, but Ereuvir enjoys saying it, voicing the appreciation. "You feel lovely, too," he punctuates it with a slower, more grinding thrust, before resuming the previous pace.

"You're mine now," he growls low, "and I will do what I please with you." It's clearly a reference back to Ashley's earlier half-pout about being put on the desk, but it's also at least in part because he's aware Ashley will probably like that. He knows he does, of course, but he's capable of not being overly possessive when he wants to be. He just doesn't see any reason to hold back.

There’s a frisson of fear that ripples through Ashley at the claim. It’s not fear of Ereuvir or fear of being owned, but rather a fear of how he can keep this. Ashley’s fear of abandonment is still a fresh, raw wound, and it winds together with his fear of being ordinary or ignored. Now that he has Ereuvir’s attention, he’s driven by a fear of losing it.

None of that is conscious, just a wash of fear and nerves and pleasure. Ereuvir is his now. He has the attention of the god of the underworld, and Ashley would be bored by anything less intense.

He loves being fucked, and especially loves it hard and intense like this. Ereuvir slides deep into him and Ashley whimpers and shudders, straining back against him so that he can enjoy each thrust to the fullest. “Ereuvir,” he whimpers, incapable of anything more.

There's a deep satisfaction in this, more than the physical, both in staking a claim, but also in turning such a picky, rather petulant individual into a complete mess like this. There's no derision in the thought at all, which is possibly why he doesn't voice it, at least not in this moment, isn't playing games of humiliation or thinking that way at all. It's more accomplishment, that Ashley would talk and whine and protest, but get him like this and he's barely able to form words.

The type of possessive and power-driven Ereuvir is, it's a perfect match.

He moves his hand from Ashley's neck, but it's just so he can grip his hips with both hands, lift him up and back almost off his feet, to get that last little bit deeper. The pace speeds, there's no way even he can go on like this for a long time, and it's only a minute more before he's coming inside Ashley for the second time in as many hours.

He doesn't do anything specific in assisting Ashley in doing the same, but if he's still waiting, he doesn't intend to keep him waiting long.

Ereuvir lifts him further, so that Ashley barely has his toes on the ground and none of his weight, and he yelps, then gasps with each thrust as Ereuvir slides in deeper, harder.

He’s already on edge and overstimulated, needing barely more than a breath to knock him over the edge, but it’s all so much in just the right way to amp him up farther without giving him that release. Whimpering with devastated pleasure, Ashley trembles in his grip. When Ereuvir starts fucking him in earnest, it finally knocks Ashley over the edge. His orgasm is deep, slow waves that pulse through him, merciless enough as to be almost painful with pleasure.

Incoherent with sensation, Ashley moans, pressing his face into his arms and surrendering fully to it, knowing that he’ll be taken, overstimulated and trembling, for as long as Ereuvir pleases. When Ereuvir finishes within him, all Ashley can do is pant softly, trying to catch his breath. He’s too overwhelmed even to think.

There's a bit of a mess to deal with, but that's what magic is for, when he feels like using it for such a thing. Right now, though, there's barely a thought to it. He just drags Ashely off the desk to the floor in his arms in the aftermath and he wasn't wearing a cloak before, but there's one now, his usual one for his official office for no reason other than he's summoned it with the absolute least amount of brain power and this is the one he's most familiar with.

It's perhaps a bit heavy for a rest on the floor of his study, but the weight is comforting and he doesn't want Ashley to be cold. It will take longer than they'll likely need it to get stifling under it anyway.

He curls Ashley close and pets through his hair, fingers expertly weaving tangles out of it, though Ereuvir is almost dozing, himself. He doesn't intend to sleep here (he rarely chooses to sleep at all) but there's no more thought to moving for several minutes than if he had been a mortal man.

A Debt and a Gift

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