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Authors: S. L. Armstrong
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bath, generously adding Epsom salts and lavender oil to the hot water. I avoided my reflection as I stripped, biting my lip as I bent at the waist to pull my pants off. Slowly, I sat in the water, whimpering as the heated water washed against my torn opening.
I quickly washed the semen from my thighs and between my buttocks, gingerly exploring what damage had been done. Within a few days I would be healed, but until then, it would sting. I sighed and slipped lower in the water, thinking about Hunter and such atrocities as what had just happened to me.
That was the world Radueriel walked out into each day when he left my side. My beautiful dark angel with piercing blue eyes. He was so kind that I did not think he could fend off an attacker, and I did not think he could survive such a violation. His soul was still unsullied, still bright and warm.
He had to go back.
I could not allow him to remain in this world where our kind were forgotten, where our beauty only led to hurt. Radueriel may no longer be able to beseech God for a favor, but I knew one who could.
I carefully dried my body, coating my abused flesh with ointment before crawling into the inviting embrace of my lover.
"You're home," he whispered sleepily as I slid in beside him.
"Yes," I replied just as quietly, pulling the blankets over our bodies.
Radueriel nuzzled my neck as he wrapped his arms wound my waist. "I missed you."
I kissed the top of his head. "Shh. Go back to sleep."
His breathing soon slowed again, and he laid heavily over me, and I remained awake, listening to his heart beat, savoring his closeness.
He wasn't in bed with me when I woke. I heard sounds in the kitchen, and wonderful smells wafted through the apartment. I dressed in a pair of slacks, wincing as I walked down the hall. Hunter must not have done as much damage as I had initially thought, because it was mainly a minor irritation more than pain.
Radueriel was placing the final pancake on the plate when I entered the kitchen. I hugged him from behind, inhaling his scent. "Good morning, love," I murmured in his ear.
He chuckled, leaning into my embrace. "Afternoon, almost evening, mind you. Late night?" he asked, serving us both healthy plates of pancakes, bacon and fruit.
I sighed, resting against the wall. "Yes."
"Your clothes were bloody," he said, still fussing over our meal.
"I was attacked."
"By whom?"
"A client."
"Ah."
The response was ragged, and I saw a fine tremor run through his hand. "Radueriel?" I asked, pushing away from the wall and forcing him to turn to me.
"It's my fault!" he cried, jerking away from me. "If I had not demanded you cease pleasuring your clients, this would not have happened!" He tried to walk past me, but I grabbed him forcefully and pressed him between my body and the wall.
"It is not your fault, Rad!" I insisted, making him meet my gaze. "Hunter is an asshole and did not take my refusal well. I would suffer anything if you are happy, Radueriel." I brushed the dark locks back from his face. "Anything," I whispered before leaning in and capturing his lips in a vicious kiss.
I untied the sash of his robe while he released the snap of my slacks. He reached to the counter and took a pat of butter on his fingers and stroked my length as I devoured his mouth. I cupped his buttocks when he had lubricated my sex and lifted him; he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist as I thrust both my shaft and my tongue into his body.
He parted our lips, crying out sharply as I impaled him, and he clung to me desperately as we made love in the hallway. I crushed our bodies together, encouraging him to lift himself, to rub himself against my belly as we coupled. In our furious, frantic need, we reached our climaxes quickly.
Radueriel rested his brow against my shoulder, panting with the aftershocks of his orgasm. I cherished the moment, still connected to him through our bodies, and I held him close.
"Our lunch is getting cold, Lucas," he breathed
I quickly washed the semen from my thighs and between my buttocks, gingerly exploring what damage had been done. Within a few days I would be healed, but until then, it would sting. I sighed and slipped lower in the water, thinking about Hunter and such atrocities as what had just happened to me.
That was the world Radueriel walked out into each day when he left my side. My beautiful dark angel with piercing blue eyes. He was so kind that I did not think he could fend off an attacker, and I did not think he could survive such a violation. His soul was still unsullied, still bright and warm.
He had to go back.
I could not allow him to remain in this world where our kind were forgotten, where our beauty only led to hurt. Radueriel may no longer be able to beseech God for a favor, but I knew one who could.
I carefully dried my body, coating my abused flesh with ointment before crawling into the inviting embrace of my lover.
"You're home," he whispered sleepily as I slid in beside him.
"Yes," I replied just as quietly, pulling the blankets over our bodies.
Radueriel nuzzled my neck as he wrapped his arms wound my waist. "I missed you."
I kissed the top of his head. "Shh. Go back to sleep."
His breathing soon slowed again, and he laid heavily over me, and I remained awake, listening to his heart beat, savoring his closeness.
He wasn't in bed with me when I woke. I heard sounds in the kitchen, and wonderful smells wafted through the apartment. I dressed in a pair of slacks, wincing as I walked down the hall. Hunter must not have done as much damage as I had initially thought, because it was mainly a minor irritation more than pain.
Radueriel was placing the final pancake on the plate when I entered the kitchen. I hugged him from behind, inhaling his scent. "Good morning, love," I murmured in his ear.
He chuckled, leaning into my embrace. "Afternoon, almost evening, mind you. Late night?" he asked, serving us both healthy plates of pancakes, bacon and fruit.
I sighed, resting against the wall. "Yes."
"Your clothes were bloody," he said, still fussing over our meal.
"I was attacked."
"By whom?"
"A client."
"Ah."
The response was ragged, and I saw a fine tremor run through his hand. "Radueriel?" I asked, pushing away from the wall and forcing him to turn to me.
"It's my fault!" he cried, jerking away from me. "If I had not demanded you cease pleasuring your clients, this would not have happened!" He tried to walk past me, but I grabbed him forcefully and pressed him between my body and the wall.
"It is not your fault, Rad!" I insisted, making him meet my gaze. "Hunter is an asshole and did not take my refusal well. I would suffer anything if you are happy, Radueriel." I brushed the dark locks back from his face. "Anything," I whispered before leaning in and capturing his lips in a vicious kiss.
I untied the sash of his robe while he released the snap of my slacks. He reached to the counter and took a pat of butter on his fingers and stroked my length as I devoured his mouth. I cupped his buttocks when he had lubricated my sex and lifted him; he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist as I thrust both my shaft and my tongue into his body.
He parted our lips, crying out sharply as I impaled him, and he clung to me desperately as we made love in the hallway. I crushed our bodies together, encouraging him to lift himself, to rub himself against my belly as we coupled. In our furious, frantic need, we reached our climaxes quickly.
Radueriel rested his brow against my shoulder, panting with the aftershocks of his orgasm. I cherished the moment, still connected to him through our bodies, and I held him close.
"Our lunch is getting cold, Lucas," he breathed
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