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PostSubject: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:42 pm

(Drabbles of Rescen, Alkanet, and Valentine's Stay in Samael's palace in Abandos)

Dreams were pleasant and calm, as they always were. Eyes flitted faintly beneath eyelids that otherwise lay passive in the demure allure of sleep. Fingers twitched as unpleasantness invaded these once pure dreams, antennae fidgeted and reared back, muscles tensed and coiled underneath skin as nightmares pervaded sleep. The figure did not sleep alone, and the insomniac was all too aware of his pet's discomfort. Gently he stroked the back of his pet, for the hyme was laying over his torso, and the wrapped up buds that were once wings, hurt like a motherfucker when jutting into even his sturdy chest. Thus, his serf's back was exposed to his sleep-deprived eyes, the glaring gold insignia blinding in the near-pitch darkness. A single lamp was lit on the little desk next to the rectangular bed. His pet was on this side, as well, while the master, himself, lie in the center, bordered on the other side by one of his numerous other slaves. This one was his other favorite, an apocrin, a driver ant who had long since been sheared of his wings. That, however, was not his doing. The master still did not know the history of this beautiful, dark skinned driver ant, but he had his suspicions. Alkanet did not lay over his master like the little colorful hyme did - the hyme was more affectionate and thus was given certain privileges compared to the ant. However, the ant did sleep facing his superior, one arm slung over his chest warmly to rest his palm on the muscled blue shoulder.

Samael sighed. Another sleepless night - the lesser nobles of the hive were ruthless in their demands of this and that - more slaves, more land, more money, more food! Never did they rest, and thus never did he. He grew weary of their prattle, and not even a lust filled evening with two or more of his harem soothed his aching mind enough to get him to sleep. No, ever was he on the watch for a would-be assassin, though he was generally safe with a constant watch both inside and out of the single entrance to his private rooms. Private rooms which were lined with a thick wall of stone in all directions at least three feet deep. No, he was safe, but that did not prevent him from his paranoia. He continued to mindlessly pet the back of his hyme, Rescen, as he was named. He let his thoughts drift to how he'd received the young hermaphrodite, a soft smirk on his face.

He'd just come into rule...Blood was still on his claws as a courier came to him, bearing a bundled cloth that seemed to be squirming.
"S-sir...This was.. Originally for the previous ruler, b-but... Seeing as you are now in charge, I w-would assume h-he goes to y-you..." the courier had stammered nervously. Samael had glared angrily - he didn't like blood tarnishing the view of his markings.
"What is it?" he had demanded harshly, already annoyed and tired due to his fight. The bleeding corpse was behind him by a few feet. He'd have to have someone come clean it up, the body was starting to stink, badly.
"A....A child, sir." the courier stuttered shortly.
"A child? From who, and why?" the annoyed hawk demanded hotly.
"From the Kingdom of Zeph, sir. The child was - is - a peace offering from the king and queen of the other hive. The child is...a year and a half, they told me, and... interesting." the courier had replied quietly, peeling away one, two, three layers of blankets to reveal a small hyme male - female? Samael couldn't tell, nor did he really care right now.
"Fine. Find a maid to care of it, get someone in here to clean up this mess, I'm going to go into the private rooms, fish out what slaves I want to keep or get rid of, and take a bath. I'm not to be disturbed unless it's of the highest importance." Samael had snapped, losing interest in the pale yellow, green, and gold figure quickly.


Who'd have known that same little bundle he'd paid so little attention to would now be lying strewn across him, a leg tucked between his, nose nuzzling warmly into his neck. Samael...Held a certain affection for the young, 18 year old hermaphrodite. There was nothing the other hyme wouldn't do to try and please his elder, despite their differences. Even when Rescen had turned 16, and was told he was to receive his mark of the Hawks. He had wept, for Samael had chosen the most painful route of giving a marking, melted gold poured into an open wound to provide a permanent, everlasting mark that would not dull, scuff, or stretch with time. Yes, it had hurt the hyme both mentally and physically, and for weeks he would not let Samael touch him...And Samael had let himself be denied, for he knew the pain. All of his own marks were of the same melted, inlaid material, and he could very clearly sympathize with the pain. But he was bred for it, and had prepared his body for such markings through endless hours of training, fighting, and bloody rituals. Rescen had never been hurt worse than a scraped knee due to how spoiled Samael had, and continued to, keep him. It had taken such a long time for the little hyme to trust his master again...And those weeks were long, and offered a cold bed for Samael, for he would sleep with Rescen or no one. Alkanet only slept with the both of them because Rescen and him shared a close bond. A disturbingly close bond, that Samael wasn't entirely sure he liked. Rescen was his, and his alone unless he said or ordered otherwise. Like earlier, before his two pets fell asleep in his bed, peacefully kept away from the activities of the rest of the harem, though he could hear muffled noises through his stone door, and surely the guards were red in the face from trying to keep their reserve, he had taken Rescen while allowing Alkanet access, as well. Rarely did he allow such a maneuver, but he had longed to see that dreamily flushed face of his favorite pet, an expression he knew Rescen would emit only at the highest peak of pleasure. With the two of them thrusting up into the little body, Rescen had reached his peak much more swiftly, and multiple times more, than he would have with just Samael alone. The hawk, believe it or not, did enjoy to pleasure his pets.

Sighing, he somehow worked Rescen off of his body, his midsection beginning to heat up uncomfortably as he recalled the earlier events. It was easily another four hours till dawn peaked, and he wasn't going to bother Rescen any earlier than that. Alkanet, however, was not out of the question. With no shame in his actions, he woke Alkanet with a touch to the shoulder and a whisper in the ear casings, to which the apocrin woke promptly.

"Yes, Master?" Alkanet whispered quietly, aware of his master looking lazily down at him from his upright, seated position.
"Come, Alkanet. We will not wake Rescen." Samael ordered quietly. Alkanet nodded, sitting up and stepping onto the floor, parting the thick, velvety black curtains that surrounded the bed, disappearing behind them. Samael waited a moment, turning back to place a kiss over Rescen's emblem, glancing upwards to the ceiling of the bed frame, where an intricately placed mirror was held. He smirked, remembering times where he had made Rescen watch as he was penetrated, in the mirror. He had done this in their first coupling, and made sure the little hyme had watched, watched his own reactions to his master's ministrations. His latch was growing more uncomfortable, so the hawk forced himself to follow after Alkanet, though not before sparing his darling pet a longing glance. Oh how he wished to wake him, to lock Alkanet and the guards out, to just ravish him once more like he had once done when the boy became 16, after the weeks of denial, of course.

He walked briskly out, and Alkanet, pleasingly, was already waiting for him on the other side, standing by a vacant, round bed with pillows piled high in the center. He motioned to it after the guards had shut the stone door - silently, of course - and Alkanet shifted some of the pillows, sitting down on the plush gingerly. He wouldn't assume what his master desired this evening, good pet.

Samael quickly joined him, pinning the apocrin down roughly, in a manner he would never do with Rescen. He had long ago vowed after his first night of frenzied love with the teenager, that he would treat the other hyme as a lover, not a toy, for he was quite possibly the closest thing he'd ever have to a wife. You see, he would never allow himself a real wife, he was just too paranoid of being overthrown, hence his insomnia and current predicament.

His hips ground roughly into the driver ant below him, and the ant let out a passive moan as he held the hyme's waist gingerly with his legs. He pushed himself up to kiss the hawk with passion - Alkanet knew his master's dilemma all too well. Alkanet was tempted all too often by Rescen during the day while Samael was off attending diplomatic matters, but Samael didn't know of his slave's desires, of course. Both of them channeled the fervor into heated motions, hungrily kissing at each other in any place they could reach. Samael somehow managed to undo his latch in the heat, immediately working at Alkanet's afterwords. Samael was by no means the most well endowed meddian on the planet, but he was well off, and Alkanet had experienced this for years before Rescen was old enough to be taken. He was used to, and loved the feel of his master's shaft deep inside of him. Alkanet gave a soft whine and pulled Samael's shoulders down, nuzzling and sucking at his master's neck, though never daring to leave a mark. That was deserving of punishment in itself, and Samael knew his pet would never breach the limit, or he would receive harsh punishments for marking his master.

Samael was already fully erect thanks to his drifting thoughts about Rescen, and no doubt Alkanet knew this lusty coupling was not brought about by desire for him. But, being a good slave, he did not complain nor say a word of it. Quickly, urgently, he found Alkanet's entrance and shoved his full length inside of the warm, tight passage. He paused for a moment, panting while he was in to the hilt, and Alkanet gave a groan of disapproval when his master stopped. Samael grinned in a slightly insane way, grabbing his pet's wrists and pinning them above his head, taking complete control over the situation. This was also a game he would not let himself play with Rescen...With his other hand, one leg of Alkanet's went over the hawk's shoulders, and then the other after that. After this slight preparation, Samael couldn't prevent himself from pounding down into the hapless driver ant's form, eliciting loud moans from the darker meddian and groaning himself. In the background other pairs, from either off-duty guards or just harem members, moaned as well as they had late couplings in manners similar to their ruler's intent.

Samael had purposefully ignored Alkanet's weeping erection, but he could not bring himself to ignore the male's needs any longer as he grasped the shaft, perhaps a little too tightly, and began to pump the apocrin's length harshly to the time of his frantic thrusts. White heat seared up in Alkanet's gut, and he let out a loud cry, completely ignoring the fact his companion was asleep in the other room, semen splattering over his stomach, even though Samael continued to thrust into him. Alkanet found his wrists released as his master supported himself with two hands on the bed to deliver a few more precise, angled and powerful thrusts, the last of which Samael's body locked up, and a long groan passed his lips wearily. Alkanet felt the familiar warmth fill him as Samael's seed was released - and he could only whisper a thanks to the goddesses that he was not in heat. Normally Samael pulled out to be careful, but apparently his need was just too great this time. That was fine, Alkanet was here to serve for this purpose anyways.

Samael reluctantly pried Alkanet's legs from his shoulders, and withdrew, caressing the dirver ant's cheek and chin fondly before smirking and standing up to leave. Alkanet would sleep outside tonight, until he could get a proper bath. The harem rooms smelled like sex anyways, no one would object if he leaked for a little while. Alkanet would find someone to snuggle up to to fall asleep, no doubt he would go for Valentine, if the ladybug wasn't busy.

The hawk retreated back through the stone door to his room, not really caring to clean up until he got to his own personal basin, making sure to clean himself carefully and then shut his latch afterwords. He found himself unreasonably tired, and even more oddly found himself crawling in next to Rescen, pulling the hyme to his chest and quickly falling asleep.

At least one of them slept peacefully that night. Rescen had awoken with Alkanet and his master's parting, though pretended to sleep through the loud coupling and the near-silent return of his master. When he heard, and felt, Samael's breath even out in the deep lull of sleep, Rescen opened his eyes, attempting to hold back tears.


To be continued...

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PostSubject: Re: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Tue Jan 11, 2011 4:20 pm

Diplomacy had once more failed to interest him as a pathetic merchant of the underground hive begged him to spare his soon-to-be evicted shop, and Samael had quickly grown tired of the grovelling pest. He had no desire to be grovelled to by any but his ever faithful slaves, who only ever grovelled when they were facing away, their pert asses raised in the air and...

A flush began to roll over his cheeks, and he forced himself to remain seated, shifting only in an attempt to ease the sudden discomfort gathering in his nether region. This wasn't a good situation in the least, he was hardly halfway through hearing the peasants' complaints, and each one would only aggravate him further.

The peasant now was just being annoying - and Samael was done with it.
"Enough." he growled, though the peasant stuttered and babbled for a moment more.
"Enough!" he snapped, standing, causing his guards to draw their halberds into protective positions. The Hawk had had more than enough, despite his choice of words expressing his displeasure. How he ever survived each day in the week of complaints each month, he had no inkling. He had forver banished any attempts to try and figure out his determination to stay as the hive's ruler. He could simply take Rescen, Alkanet, Valentine, and just leave. That option at the moment, was extremely tempting, but he knew he'd be slaughtered if he attempted to leave. He'd found out that his current position was very hard to leave, the second day after he'd taken the role. He'd be hunted down, slaughtered, and whoever claimed his head became the ruler after him.

He'd rather keep his head, thanks very much.

Furiously, he stomped out, guards trailing wisely a fair distance back. They knew not to disturb him when he was so angry. Deciding against his better judgment, he flared his rose-colored wings and burst into the higher section of the passage, the ceilings having been raised long ago when the first Hawk infestation dominated the ants that were nearly decimated, few of the descendants remained. Most of the population was now Tarantula hawks, and their various species of slaves, and in Samael's case, whores.

By flight he reached the harem chambers much quicker than he ever would have on foot, and the guards, showing their wisdom once more, remained outside the door of his chambers rather than pervading inside to stand watch. He was unfortunate once more in the means that none of his slaves were inside his room, not even Rescen who practically lived in his bed. He gave a groan and his shoulders slumped wearily. Was a king such as himself be forced to bed alone? It appeared to be so. He drug himself over to the massive bed, flopping over onto his back with half closed, annoyed eyes. His antennae flicked at his reflection in annoyance - at least he had that much of a companion.

He snaked a hand down his chest slowly, imagining it was Rescen's soft, delicate hand doing the sensual movement down his coiling, tense muscles. He gave a mumble as the images flitted past his vision, and he saw his reflection begin to pant, to relax. The hand reached his groin, and his eyelids fluttered in muted pleasure as he worked to coax the sensitive area open. Easily his latch slid back into its personal sheath, and his hand sought the object of desire at the moment. Ever mindful of his claws, his fingers wrapped loosely around his half-erect member, working slowly to bring himself higher in ecstasy. He closed his eyes, and kept his grip soft. He continued to imagine Rescen's touch at his cock, the images exciting him all the quicker. His free hand went to his chest, lightly running the fingertips over his taut muscles. He heard his own breath run ragged and hitch occasionally, even coaxing himself to moan, when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders that were too soft.

His eyes shot open and natural instinct caused his muscles to spring into action; flipping himself over to pin his assassin to the bed by a single hand to the throat, the other hand pulled back and claws poised to attack. He heard a soft yelp, and found his eyes gazing into sea blue pools that only showed caution, not fear. Samael let out the breath he'd held, and slowly dropped himself down onto the surprised hyme, squeezing him tightly as he lay over him.
"Do not do that, Rescen....You know how Paranoid I am." Samael ordered softly, though the order held no real authority. Rescen wrapped his arms around his master's shoulders tightly as he was nuzzled warmly in the crook of his neck.
"I apologize, Master...I did not realize you had wished to be alone." Rescen responded quietly, stroking Samael's wings gently. He wished Sam would let him grow his out - he'd never leave...He had no desire to. But he didn't even know what color his own veined wings were. He wondered if they were the dramatic orange that his master's were, or some other...lesser color. Samael shifted slightly over Rescen - and the little hyme gasped in pain as Samael's claws dug into his latch and forced him open.
"M-master! P-please!" Rescen begged, crying out in pain as the hawk brutally thrusted forward to the hilt. Rescen had been taught to take pain without tears - and up till now he had. Tears flowed freely from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, and he screamed bloody murder as the elder hyme pulled back and roughly entered him again, and again, and again. Samael kept his face buried in his precious jewel's fur mane, trying to block out the screams as he attempted to soothe the burning ache that his groin was administering to him. The feeling of his pet's tight passage was intoxicating him, he hadn't coupled with the smaller hyme in weeks. It would explain why he was hurting him so much. He felt the tears on his cheek, but he was so close....He forced himself to keep thrusting deep and fast, he was so close!

Rescen managed to bite his lower lip to muffle his sobs and yelps - Samael had never been this rough with him, not even with their first coupling. He had always been so gentle and loving. What was so different this time? What had he done to anger his master?
"Pl-please, Master, st-stop!" He begged, attempting to shove the hawk away at the chest. He heard a possessive growl and sobbed anew as he felt teeth dig into the tender, uncovered flesh of his neck where no armor lay. After another minute of this, Samael locked up against him and the jewel hyme felt the warmth of his master's seed spilling into his passage. He wept as Samael lazily pulled from him, and attempted to get a kiss. Against his better judgment, he took the opportunity to use what little will-power he had left, and shoved the elder off of him. He stumbled to his feet and somehow put his order-trained mind into the feat of running - and he ran right out of the stone door he'd had the guards leave open because he didn't think he'd be staying. As soon as he left the doorway, he collided with a figure, and was not surprised when it was Valentine.
"Little bee, what's wrong?" Valentine asked softly, his voice low, lustrous, but comforting.
"j-just...Please..t-take me to the baths...a-and don't let a-anyone i-in.." Rescen bawled, burying himself into the scarabin's chest. Valentine nodded, and gently scooped the figure into his arms, noting the sticky liquid that dripped down onto the arm supporting Rescen's legs.

"What happened?" Val coaxed quietly, gently stroking the jewel's cheek. The bee leaned into the touch somewhat.
"S-sam...he...He forced himself onto me...H-he's never.. never done that...It hurts so much, Val...So much..." Rescen sniffed, looking down into the blissfully hot waters of the wooden bathing tub. Val stroked his head tenderly.
"Don't worry, little bee..." Valentine began softly, kissing the hyme's forehead in a motherly manner.
"Did I do something wrong...? Have I been a bad slave?" came the reply. Valentine shook his head gently.
"No. I don't believe you did. I believe he simply needed to love roughly, for just the reason that he never is rough with you. I assure you, he did not do it willingly. Usually...he goes to Alkanet, myself, or one of the other slaves so he won't hurt you." Valentine whispered soothingly, rubbing Rescen's shoulders. Rescen's gaze met Valentine's, and the scarabin kissed the younger chastely on the lips.
"He did not mean to hurt you." Valentine urged. Rescen sighed, looking away.
"It doesn't stop the fact that he knows I'm in heat...." Rescen murmured shamefully. Valentine nodded.
"True, he shouldn't have taken advantage of you during your time. He keeps due track of every single slave's heat schedule..." Val murmured absently. He shrugged nonchalantly, and stood only to sink into the tub , pulling Rescen into his lap, chest pressed to the bee's back despite the jutting wing nubs.
"I've always wished to do this, Rescen. Will you allow my indulgence?" Valentine asked, an antennae quirked higher than the other. Rescen's face flushed deeply as he stammered, unable to find words. He lost the chance to speak when his passage was warmly, but slowly, filled. His breath shuddered and he gave a gasp at the intrusion. This was more his pace, and the invasion was far from unwelcome.
"V-val... If S-samael sees..." Rescen moaned, shaking.

Valentine languidly thrust up into his smaller counterpart, mindful not to move too far or fast.
"Hush, little bee...Let me enjoy this. You should enjoy it too." he whispered huskily into the hyme's ear-case, earning a moan.
"B-but...oooh.." Rescen was unable to finish as the scarabin behind him hit a sensitive bundle of nerves.
"There...Now you're enjoying it, as am I." Valentine chuckled, smirking and kissing the wound their master had so recently forged. Val slowly moved his hips at a faster pace, keeping Rescen's pleasure a first priority before his own. He'd get his release so long as Rescen did, too. It wasn't long before Rescen's body clamped around him, and the little hyme let out a pleased cry, his orgasm acting as a females would this time, slumping back against his darker elder. Val sucked gently on the wound of Recen's neck, thrusting deeply a few more times before he too, was brought to a happy release. He groaned into Rescen's neck, nuzzling the wet fur there.
"Too bad...I'd want you again if it weren't for our master." Valentine cooed, noticing that Rescen was snoring almost silently. Valentine smiled, working himself out of the bee's body, and finished cleaning the both of them off.
"Too bad indeed..." Val murmured softly when he was finished.



To be continued...

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PostSubject: Re: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:15 pm

--------D8 i am drooling already your writing is simply amazing!
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PostSubject: Re: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Thu Jan 20, 2011 12:38 am

(Second posting has been updated, just so you all know Smile )

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PostSubject: Re: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Wed Jan 26, 2011 2:29 am

OHshit..... what happens if Rescen get's preg? Fffft who's going to be the dad. oAo
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PostSubject: Re: In the Clutches of a Hawk   Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:41 pm

If either of theirs....Sams, definitely. For one, sam had sex with him first, thus a greater chance of fertilization if at all, and two, regular!Rescen had a half scarabin baby. I'm not having that again >xD if peanut wants a crack / mirror bastard child of samael (would be a literal bastard since rescen is a miatress not queen), then I shall design one or she may. But that is up to her. I'm not springing one on her again >x3

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