“Off to the smaller house, we walk.”
The strange man tugged Raven from the elevator and led Raven to his room, keeping Raven pressed to his side.
Once inside, the strange man flicks the light on and immediately starts removing Raven's shirt. Raven complied, raising his arms to come out of it.
“There comes those times in what you call a week, where I must have flesh and lust for myself. This is one of those times. Now, let me have you.”
At that moment even, Raven couldn’t refuse him anything. His briefs are soaked for the strange ethereal looking man.
But really, it's weird how he meets a glowing man for the first time and yet feels he's familiar with. In addition, the man is so strange but Raven finds him intriguing.
Raven wants to give this absurdity a Go.. he just hopes it doesn’t get him hurt in t
“I'd do as I want. Better to save any form of energy for minutes to come.”The man laid Raven across his bed. He then crawled up the bed, slowly and dangerously. He placed his massive arms on each side of Raven, supporting himself and locking Raven up.He then leaned in and pressed a kiss on Raven's lips. Ah, Raven could taste his own on the strange hottie. The man leaned back on his knees, commanding. “You'd need to wrap me with those legs."And, yeah. Raven acted on effect, wrapping his legs on each side of the man. Safety first.Safety, really? Or was that a method so Raven can open up wide? Yeah, maybe that too.The man centered his dick at Raven's entrance and stroked Raven's balls this time around.Raven wondered if he should probably tell this man that he was a virgin at this. Or just
Raven’s eyes blinked open, greeted by a blinding white light that seeped into the room. His body ached faintly. There was a dull soreness that felt more like a strange reminder than pain.For a moment, he stayed still, staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling above him. Geez, his thoughts were sluggish.His surroundings slowly came into focus.The bed he was lying on was pristine. The sheets were crisp and white. The walls around him were the same: blank, stark, almost clinical. Everything was white, without a single splash of color to soften the room’s seemingly sterile perfection.Where was he?He sat up abruptly, wincing at the stiffness in his muscles. His hand instinctively went to his neck, searching for the good luck charm of a necklace.When his fingers brushed against the familiar cool metal, relief washed over him.
The world of the spirits was eternal, ever-shifting, and timeless. Yet, for Ielus, the wind spirit who roamed with the freedom of the breeze, there was something distinct about the way time touched him now. Like it dragged and stretched, an unbearable distance that could not be crossed fast enough.To him, it had been an eternity since he met his little human monster, Raven.He lingered in his true form: an amorphous swirl of wind and stardust—hovering in the stillness of his domain. But stillness had become foreign to him. The thought of Raven stirred restlessness deep in his essence. Not because Raven wore the Windax—a fragment of his very soul—as a pendant, but because the connection it forged between them felt… unprecedented.Ielus hadn’t simply lent the Windax for protection. What began as curiosity about a human who thinks of himself as a monster turned into an unspoken bond. The Windax wasn’t just a charm; it commanded the forces of nature, influencing winds that governed a
Raven adjusted his collar, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck as he sat across from Ielus. The man... no, this being, was unnervingly calm, sitting with his legs crossed. His posture was too composed for someone in the middle of a corporate interview.Was this the same man from the pub? The one from… last night? Or rather, was it even a pub? Raven couldn’t shake the nagging sense that everything about that night had been off. And now, sitting here in the sterile lighting of the interview office, he couldn’t unsee the striking resemblance. The white hair, the otherworldly aura, the eyes that seemed to hold secrets older than time itself… Everything about Ielus screamed mystery.“He can’t be human,” Raven thought, his heart pounding. “No one this hot is human. He's a demigod.”He folded his arms, clearing his throat to break the silence. “So… Ielus, was it?”Ielus inclined his head slightly and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yes.”Raven felt an unexplain
The car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the faint murmur of traffic ahead. Raven gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, his knuckles whitening as he stole glances at Ielus, seated calmly in the passenger seat. The man was unnervingly composed, his alabaster hair cascading over his shoulders, blending seamlessly with his crisp white shirt. Even in the mundane confines of the car, Ielus looked otherworldly… like someone who didn’t belong in the chaos of life at all.Raven tried not to focus on him too much, but it was impossible. He wasn’t just beautiful; he was something else entirely. Something more. ‘How is this guy real?’ Raven thought.His mind raced back to their one and only encounter at the pub. He was sure this guy was that guy who fucked him really good. The memory of that night sent a wave of heat through him, clashing violently with the cool breeze that now filtered through the car.Ielus’s gaze was fixed outside the window, his expres
The room was alive with murmurs and sidelong glances. Every eye in the office seemed to fixate on Ielus as though they were in the presence of someone.. or something, not quite human. His ethereal appearance was impossible to ignore; alabaster hair, piercing eyes, and an aura that seemed to defy explanation. Even the way he stood, perfectly composed and exuding quiet confidence, commanded attention.Someone whispered, loud enough to be heard: “This one beats Mr. Porsche. Like, completely.”The others nodded, agreeing in stunned silence. Porsche, Emerson’s last high-profile hire; as the company tagged it, had been the gold standard of refinement and allure. But now, it seemed even Porsche had been outdone.Raven chuckled under his breath, leaning against the doorframe as he observed the growing fascination. ‘What is it about this guy?’ He wondered, still unnerved by Ielus’s uncanny presence. He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. “Alright, I’m heading out of here,”
Scene 1: At Home - Contradicting the NewsRaven sprawled on his couch, cradling a mug of hot coffee while the muted hum of the television filled the room. The weather anchor, dressed impeccably in a navy suit, gestured dramatically to a map.“Prepare for a deluge, folks,” the anchor declared, his voice booming with certainty. “Umbrellas and heavy coats are non-negotiable today. Expect torrential rain starting this afternoon, lasting well into the evening.”Raven sighed, side-eyeing the dark clouds already gathering outside his window. With a groan, he grabbed his phone and tapped Ielus’ number.The line connected almost immediately. “Hello,” came Ielus’ smooth, unhurried voice.“So, what’s the deal with the weather? Should I dig out my rain boots, or are you about to tell me something completely different?” Raven leaned back, twirling his coffee spoon absentmindedly.On the other end, Ielus chuckled. “You trust them more than me? Step outside.”Raven frowned at the cryptic response bu
Scene 3: At the Library - A Rainy RevelationRaven loved the quiet of the library. It was his refuge from the chaos of the city, a place where he could lose himself in books without interruption. Today, however, his solitude was broken.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low as he spotted Ielus leaning against a bookshelf, a novel in hand.“Reading,” Ielus replied simply, not bothering to look up.Raven approached, curious. “Don’t you have storms to predict?”Ielus finally looked up, his lips twitching into a grin. “I don’t predict. I decide.”Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. You control the weather. Got it. So, what’s the forecast today?”“No rain,” Ielus said confidently, closing the book and stepping closer. “Unless...”“Unless what?” Raven asked, crossing his arms.“Unless you don’t listen to me.” Ielus chuckled, leaning in slightly. “You smiled with a certain someone yesterday even when I told you not to. Next time you want to be all smiley with someone against my word
Once again, Leroy Jr. awoke feeling warm and content.His back was pressed against Xcott's front, his head resting on one massive bicep, while Xcott's other arm was wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy thigh was thrust between Leroy's legs, anchoring him in place.Leroy sighed sleepily and nestled back against Xcott before the memories of the previous evening rushed in. His muscles tensed. Oh my god. Xcott had spanked him—hard. It had hurt like hell. But Xcott had also given him the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.Then again, he was a virgin.His conscience screamed at him. What is wrong with me? How could I have reacted like that?Moving carefully, Leroy tried to slip out from under Xcott's arm, but the hold immediately tightened."Running away, my little son?" Xcott’s deep, amused rumble sent an involuntary shiver through Leroy.Before he could protest, Xcott laughed and rolled on top of him, his broad hips settling against Leroy’s. His chest was warm and heavy, pr
Leroy was vaguely aware of the shelf beneath his body and of the fiery glow of his abused bottom, but they seemed very distant. A warm hand stroked his back and it felt nice… very nice, but that was distant, too.Xcott's voice finally penetrated. “Little son, answer me.”“Hmm?” Had he asked him something? Leroy tried to focus but he couldn’t remember the question.“When was the last time you ate?” Xcott asked patiently. He tried to wave a hand, mildly surprised when it responded. “Berries… pool… earlier,” he finally mumbled.A low laugh sent a pleasant shiver through his body. “I think I had better feed you before we continue with my plans for the evening.”“Okay,” Leroy whispered obediently. His tears had dried up now.Another low laugh and this one was e
“No,” Leroy shook his head. “No, please. No. Stop.”Xcott didn't pay heed. Once he fastened them around Leroy's wrists, the catch disappeared. They were beautiful and Leroy now admired the gleam of the gold against his pale white skin. They were just… bracelets. And this time, masculine ones.Leroy opened his mouth to thank him but he was already reaching for two more. These matched the first set but were slightly longer and Leroy eyed them with uneasy suspicion as he bent to fasten them around Leroy's ankles.Leroy's thoughts immediately flashed back to the metal cuffs the slavers had used, but those heavy metal bands were a far cry from these delicate golden links.“What are those?” he demanded.Xcott laughed softly and the low rumble sent a shiver of pleasure up Leroy's spine in spite of his trepidation. “Let’s
Once Leroy stepped inside, K'coba closed the door quietly.Leroy's heart started beating unexpectedly hard in his chest, his eyes went straight to Xcott. Xcott was seated at the desk, bent over a screen, and he didn’t look up immediately so Leroy was able to study him.His eyes traveled appreciatively over Xcott's handsome alien features and the muscled perfection of Xcott's chest visible through the open vest. But he could also see the tension in those broad shoulders and he had a sudden desire to walk up behind him, wrap his arms around him, and nibble kisses into the strong column of his neck.Leroy felt his nipples tighten at the image of his own filthy imagination. Damn, what was wrong with his stupid self?As if aware of his own appraisal, Xcott looked up, a half-smile curving his lips until he took in Leroy's appearance. The smile remained but his eyes hardened. “Take t
Leroy’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with possibilities."I might know a way actually."His fingers curled into the fabric of his loose-fitting tunic. He should be overjoyed; this was the first real thread of escape he’d been given. But something about the way both women looked at him made his stomach twist.It’s not that simple, is it? It never was.“You know a way?” Leroy asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. This was hope, but in an upsetting way. “And you’re just telling me because?”Jadona exhaled, as if she had expected that reaction. “Little man…”“No.” He shook his head, his eyes burning. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up in a place where you don’t belong? To be dragged into a life you never agreed to?”
A completely unexpected pang of jealousy shot through Leroy. Tsk, tsk. What was that about?Sure, he was tall, sexy, and kissed him so hard his bones melted. He was also arrogant, demanding, unfeeling, and he had him, a little ‘son’, kidnapped as a slave.If he didn’t want to have sex with that big golden guy—although he wasn’t as convinced of that as he would have liked—why did it matter who else he was having sex with?Pushing the thought aside, Leroy probed further. “But do you want to be slaves?”An identical expression of sorrow crossed each woman’s delicate face, their hair drooping inunison, and Leroy felt like he had kicked a pair of puppies.Trocana sighed. “Of course not. We were traveling with a relative. He sold us to pay off his gambling debts.”“He could
“That’s it? Watch television or pamper myself?”Leroy was more than ecstatic. Was this how life was in the world outside of Earth? It was really enticing that someone as greedy would choose to stay here and never leave. But not him.“Of course. I told you that Almighty Xcott was very generous,” K'coba said proudly.Leroy stared at him, trying to figure out how to explain to the alien man that his suggestionshorrified his little heart rather than pleased it. There had never been a time in his bitter life when he wasn’t constantly busy.As little as he was at 20 years old, he was the only child of a dead mother and an imprisoned father who hadn’t managed to secretly save up good money before the doom that befell. Things were never so difficult that none of his parents ever experienced a series of low-paying jobs and Leroy had been sp
“Why do people come here?” The idea that such a huge operation was just floating around in space stunned him, who had a tech and science geek father.K'coba shrugged again. “Various reasons. The repair shops and refueling stations drive a certain amount of traffic. And, of course, the fight pit, the brothels, and the gambling dens draw others. Then there are the merchants, the restaurants, the lodgings. At any given time, there are thousands of people here—some permanent, some transient—but all expecting a certain amount of…order. Order thatAlmighty Xcott provides.” A small smile curved his mouth and it was unexpectedly appealing. “Ofof course, order is relative.”Leroy stared out into the atrium, still trying to process the immense space as his words registered. “What do you mean fight pit? Brothels? Gambling dens?”K'coba looked at him a little uneasily. “They are some of our most profitable businesses.” Hehesitated. “If you have any additional questions, you should ask our maste
Leroy stared into space, planning the whole thing out after Xcott departed. The thought of never going back to earth again… it was saddening even if he was treated as shit there.His legs suddenly gave out to the sad thoughts and he collapsed down on the lounge chair. From one nightmare straight into another.Well, admittedly the surroundings and the food were significantly better here than earth of course, but at least on the earth he knew what his belonged to him and no one else to control it. Here his chains were not visible but they were just as strong. Even worse, his stupid straight body responded to Xcott with an intensity he had never felt before, betraying his every attempt to remain angry or even aloof as he has been all his life. And Xcott had seemed to respond just as strongly. Maybe he was a gay alien and he enjoyed this sort of rainbow life?Despite the circumstances, Leroy had almost believed that there might be a connection between them. When Xcott's eyes warmed, whe