My Prize

Author: Watashinokakumei Title: My Prize

Author’s Notes: Uhhhh, this gets bad. ^___^; First it’s Xel/Zel nonconsensual, but Xelloss doesn’t actually get to do anything. Zelgadiss then. . . has fun. S&M. (Don’t ask me why I wrote it like that, I don’t particularly care for it.) Oh well! Read and review! ^_^
Xelloss: Woohoo! WnK has written her first lemon. Congratulations!
Zel: O.O lemon? As in, between me and you?
Xelloss: Perhaps. . . ^_^
Zel: o.o; let me see that! :: reads :: Shit. . .
Xelloss: Yes, isn’t that nice? And look at this! And this! And. . .WHAT?!
WnK: ^_^
My Prize
Lemon Version
Watch my prize as he sits in his room, his sad gaze studying the stars. Watch as despair envelopes his face majestically, magnifying his beauty by thousands. Watch the moon’s light dance in his face and hair, caressing it with a metallic shine. Look as he stands, opens the window, and leaps out. He is trying to escape.
Watch him as he runs. One, two, one, two, watch his hips move as the wind throws his cape out behind him like a flag, a whiteness heralding his perfection. What are you running from, chimera? What are you afraid of? Do you fear that Lina and her friends will break through that shell of yours, revealing the softness underneath?
I hope you’re not trying to run from me. I would think you would know better than to try that.
Watch him as the trees of the forest rush by him at an unearthly speed, watch as his eyes glisten as they begin to water—is it from the wind, or is he crying? The sensational emotions rolling off of him would suggest either. But for now I must not reflect; I must observe. I watch as the wind picks up; watch as he runs ever faster. He stumbles a bit; he is being careless. Why are you fleeing, Zelgadiss? There are some things from which you can never escape.
Look as he begins to falter; watch as a particularly strong tree root snatches his foot from underneath and he plummets to the ground. He rolls; at such a speed, any ordinary human would have had his foot ripped off. But Zelgadiss. . .are you hurt? He rolls, and when he has come to a stop, he does not move.
You are delicious, my prize. I can taste the utter hopelessness that has gripped the depths of your soul. But if all I wanted were to snack on your pain, I w sim simply have tortured you from the beginning. I want more. I’m glad I waited; now, I think I shall have it. You shoueverever have run from the safety of your friends.
Watch as he finally rolls onto his back; watch as he picks himself up enough to sit. Do you sense me, chimera? It took you long enough. “Xelloss,” he whispers, and I smile. I shall appear and appease you.
Observe his face as he stares at me. I sense surprise, and…fear. Not a hint of relief. It would have been nice if you liked me in return, but I think this shall be more fun. “Hello, Zelgadiss.” Watch him lie limply as I grab his wrists and push him up against a tree. “Are you glad to see me?” He says nothing. Prize, you make it too simple.
“What are you doing, Xelloss?” he asks. I feel that familiar fire rush into his chest; good, you have not given up yet. I was almost afraid you’d been lost. I would not have liked that; that is what I wanted to make you become.
Watch as I place a finger on his lips, watch him shudder in fear. “Get off of me,” he says. Watch strustruggle uselessly. “Let me GO!”
“No,” I smile at him and open my eyes, giving him a glimpse of what I have in store for him. He wants to cast a spell, I know. But I won’t release his hands. I grab his lips in my own and his mouth, too, becomes mine. His abrasive stone skin feels like rapture. He opens his lips to yell at me, and I slip my tongue in. Zelgadiss, with your rough skin, I would have never guessed your mouth was so smooth. Watch as I explore it and map it out, moaning with pleasure as he bites my tongue. His thrashing about does him no good.
Observe the look of horror as he gasps for breath. “You’re delicious,” I tell him with a smile.
“What in hell was that?!” my prize screams at me. But he has lost his confidence; he has realized that I have power over him.
“A prelude,” I whisper as I lean over to lick his ear. Mockingly, I ask him, “Ground or tree? It’s your choice, Zelgadiss.”
Fear, real fear sends its shock through his body. Luscious. How wonderful it is to have this powerful chimera all to me. “You’re. . .you’re joking,” he squeaks.
“Am I?” Watch him cringe as I materialize a rope. My grin widens a moment; “Tree it is then.”
“Xelloss, stop it. . .” Zelgadiss begins to shiver. He now knows how serious I am, he knows I could have done this at any time. Slowly, enjoying his struggle, I tie his wrists together. Then I tie his wrists to the tree. Mm, wonderful. It is nice to see you helpless like that, Zelgadiss.
“They’re enchanted, of course,” I tell him. My hands, now free, trace his outlinece, ce, chest, stomach, thighs. I love the feeling of his malleable stone skin. He does not watch me; I can e the that he feels unclean.
Already, my prize? We’ve only barely started! Look at that delicious, shamed, scared expression. All for me.
I turn his face towards me, and I smile. “You plan on escaping, don’t you?” He glares at me. “There is no chance. Besides, if you do, I’ll just find you and start all over.”
“Bastard,” he hisses. He still has that fire. Good. I shall take pleasure in extinguishing it.
I kiss his nose. Then I remove his cloak, and it falls to the ground. He stares at it. I touch a finger to his shirt, a bit of power on the end of it. The power burns through and reaches his skin. He gasps a little; he is lucky. It has only barely left a mark. If his skin were a normal human’s, I would have seared through it. Of course, if his skin were a normal human’s, I probably wouldn’t be doing this.
I run the finger down his tunic. He winces at the pain, then I stop at his belt. I hold my finger there, slip it under his belt and around his naval. Look at how delicious he is, there with his ruined tunic open, his face twisted just a little. “I’ll get you for this,” he says to me. Classic.
“That’s nice,” I smile. “Now why don’t you relax? What I’m going to do could feery, ry, very good.” The burning power gone from my finger, my hands travel back up my prize’s chest. Watch the delicious, plate-covered chest move up and down quickly; feel the heart hidden underneath beat faster and faster. Invigorating. And yet, I notice some arousal underneath all his fear. Perhaps I would have been able to seduce him. . .oh well, too late now. I rip what remains of his tunic off my prize.
I then return to his belt, and remove that from him. His pants begin to slide down on their own, but not fast enough. I push them the rest of the way, then leave them to pool around his feet. Watch him shiver beneath my touch. Oh, and when I look up, I see a bit of arousal visible through his underpants. I smirk. Look at that wonderful blush. “When Lina and the others find out. . .” he hissed. Good, still fiery. . . on the outside. I don’t miss that bit of a tear forming under his eye, that utter despair begin to return to his countenance. Do I sense betrayal? I think I do! Look! Feel that! My prize is feeling lust, and a new kind of pain. . . He wanted me, deep down, too far hidden from himself for me to even notice it. Even when I searched.
Wonderful. That will make this even more pleasant.
I brush against his arousal when I stand up to whisper in his ear. “I’ll tell you what,” I murmur. “After I’m done here. . . you can do whatever you want to me.” He shivers and I can tell from the lust he’s emitting that he likes that idea, but whether or not he’ll admit it is a different question. So easily aroused, Zelgadiss. I think you want me more than you realized. . .or I realized.
“I don’t like men,” my prize told me defiantly, turning to look me ightight in the eye.
HAHAHA! He says he doesn’t like men! I laugh inwardly, but only a trifle of my amusement dances in my eyes. “So you say.” I yank down his underwear and say, “Looks to me you like men fine.” His arousal stood up strong and proud. Look at that wonderful chimera’s blush; watch how purple it makes his cheeks. The mood is ruined for a moment, but what do I care? That is a nice-looking organ. . . I think I might like it inside me, scraping my insides. I grin at him. “You want me,” I murmur in his ear. He shivers in anticipation and lust; his fear has waned a bit.
I see. . . I have a choice, don’t I? I can destroy his flame, make him bend to my will. Or. . . I can seduce him, make him trust me, make him voluntarily follow my will. But he would keep his. . .identity. That wouldn’t be as much fun, would it? So what should I do?
Make him trust me, then destroy him. I smile. “So what do you say?” I ask him in my low, sexy murmur, pug hig him towards me and feeling the wonderful muscles on his sides. I rubbed my arousal against his. “Or would you like to go first?”
I feel him respond to my ministrations; his arousal pushes hard against mine. “I’ll go first,” he whispers gruffly. Good, wonderful. This is turning out to be a very nice surprise. I untied him, leaving kisses on his wrists as I did so. Look at that beautiful treasure, all mine and for the taking.
He sighs with a kind of relief, and closes his eyes as I back up. I admire his figure. Good, he’s relaxed once more. If I’m going to play my game, he will have to trust me first. “May I borrow those ropes?” he asks me with a smirk. Yes, regain your pride, for I’ll steal it from you later.
“Mmm so you do like to play rough,” I smand and hand them to him. I even lift my wrists and wait for him to tie me up.
“Can you escape from these ropes?” Zelgadiss asks me. Ah, ever the smart, delicious prize.
“No,” I smile, and whisper, “And don’t worry about hurting me.”
“I won’t.”
I grin. This will be fun. . . perhaps he’ll even take whatever was bothering him earlier out on me. That would be nice; I want him to think he’s in charge. It will make him more fun to break.
Exquisite. Watch him tie my wrists tightly to the tree, making absolutely sure I can’t get loose. Don’t worry, prize, I don’t have a reason to try. I grin in anticipation.
Zelgadiss considers a moment, watching me. He appears to be at full arousal, but I would rather grab him to find out.
“Do you need a suggestion?” I ask him with a smirk. Then I laugh. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you!”
His ever-present blush deepened. Just luscious! I can’t wait until you release inside of me. . . hurry. As if to prove I’m wrong (silly chimera) he comes close and grabs my mouth in a deep kisealleally, he’s simply mimicking my kiss from before. But that’s all right, he’s a fast learner. . .oh my. . .
I moan as his hand starts to move, finding its way down past my sash into my pants. He brushes me gently, then rips off the pants entirely. Watch him pause for a moment, looking at my proud, large cock. He blushes. I am at least twice his size. I smile, and murmur to him, “You look fine, Zelgadiss. Better than fine. You are beautiful.”
Look at that delicious bashfulness. He ignores my comment and removes my cape, letting it fall to the ground. He rips off my shirt with that delightful chimera strength, and I smile at him lustfully. Hurry up, hurry up.
Finally, the contact; he bites my neck roughly. I moan with delight. He licks it, gently, then tears at skin beneath it. He works his way down, tearing and licking a path to a nipple. I arch my back as best as I can in ecstasy. Feel those delicious brau demon teeth, watch him suck on my nipple. I moan in delight. Encouraged, he bites and nips; I almost think he’s trying to rip it off. That would be pleasant.
But no, he moves away from the nipple. Then, to my surprise, he backs away entirely. I look up at him in surprise. “Bomb Rod!” he casts, and there is the whip of fire in his hand. “Ohh. . .” I moan in anticipation; this will feel wonderful.
Indeed, he whips me with it; once, twice; its fiery beauty tore my skin, making my outer human appearance bleed. Then he lets it drape across my balls, down my hardened cock. Incredible! It sends shivers through me; more so when he whips my groin. I want release, I need release. . . Watch him! He sees my need, and his head comes down on me. “Zelgaadiss. . .” I moan. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he did have experience. . . he takes it into his mouth bit by bit, massaging me with his tongue. Hard, rough strokes; his mouth is smooth, but his tongue is much more abrasive than his skin. He might be drawing blood, I don’t notice; my mind is elsewhere.
There is not much time before I release into his mouth. “Zellgaaa. . .Zelgaadiss!” I scream out as I spur cum into him. He swallows it all, then licks me clean. And of course, he bites me gently. I sigh in bliss.
“Your turn. . .” I say in a voice barely above a whisper. He grins. Good, he is enjoying this. He turns me to the side and sticks a finger in. I sigh with bliss.
“Digu Volt!” he casts inside of me. I groan! Wonderful. . .. It ignites all the nerve endings inside me at once, and my arousal is instant. He doesn’t attempt to prepare me any more; I don’t need it. He pushes himself into me all at once, spearing me on his hard shaft. He hits my prostrate in that stroke, and I moan, thrusting my hips against his rapidly.
He moans in return; I can feel his rapture. He sets a fast pace, not at all afraid to hurt me. But he does not grab me; he does not pump. “Zel. . .” I moan. He releases, but I have not climaxed a second time. He comes out of me.
“Zelgadiss, finish. . .” I plead.
He smiles at me as he pulls up his pants and underwear. He ties his belt with nonchalance, picks up his ruined tunic, and smirks at me defiantly. “I’m going back to Lina and company now. Have fun.”
Watch as my lost prize leaves me there, aroused, hanging to the tree naked.

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