Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Shall I Call You Princess? ❯ I Can Do With You What I Like ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Candles are quite multipurposeful, at least in bed.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.17.2002 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 676 | Status: Work In Progress
Candles are quite multipurposeful, at least in bed.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.17.2002 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 676 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Sorcerer Hunters or any of the characters, but the kinky little ideas? Well, they certainly didn’t come from Wal-Mart...
I want to give credit to Fala-san, it was her fanart that inspired this fic. I meant to include that note in the first chapter, but I got distracted by the kinky-ness. Gomen ne Fala-san. Anyhow, you should all go see her fanart because it totally kicks ass!
Notes: Well, it isn’t complete yet, but I thought perhaps I should post what I’ve done to let you guys know I appreciate the reviews, especially the rather interesting ones...thanks! And now, on with the show...
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Two
"Alright, alright. What shall I call you then? Princess?"
That earned him a smack across the cheek hard enough to turn his head.
"Tonight you will call me....master."
"M-master?"
"Yes Gateau-chan." The diminutive seemed to be added as an afterthought as Marron rocked against his hips, causing the tight vinyl to slide and pull against his erection.
"Please," Gateau gasped.
Marron laughed. "Oh, not yet, no where near it." Pressing against Gateau's chest, he removed himself from the man and stood back on the floor. "You were very mean to me, you know." Stepping up to the candelabra he removed one of the long, white tapers, carrying carefully back to the bed side. Gateau's eyes widened as Marron ran a gloved finger slowly up and down the wax, making no mystery of the symbolism. The blond was forced to imagine those wonderful hands on him, moving on him.
Shifting his hand to the base of the candle, Marron brought it to his lips. Turning his head, he licked a slow path up the side with his perfect pink tongue, making a show of bringing his teeth down on it hard enough to make Gateau wince.
"I don't think this tastes very good," he pouted just a bit, but it soon turned into a devilish smile.
"Marron--"
"No!" he stated sternly, "Strike one Gateau-chan."
Fighting hard not to comment that he didn't give a damn about strikes or this whole little fucked up game Marron was playing, Gateau silently fumed. And why didn't he say it? Well, Marron was very persistent and did not make idle threats, messing this up could very well lead to his own celibacy, or even worse, castration. Gateau had not failed to notice the fancy jeweled dagger that lay on the nightstand, the one that stayed normally in Marron's sleeve. He hoped it served no purpose to their night's activity, but he had to be careful, just in case.
"Uh, master then."
"Yes." A statement.
He winked, "Perhaps you can put down the candle and find something else to eat."
Marron patted Gateau's stomach gently, and all appeared alright until the orange flame flickered directly before blue eyes, reflecting their sudden fear. With no sound or warning, Marron tipped the candle, pouring a thin line of hot wax on a diagonal line across his chest. Gateau pulled at the bounds as it crossed his nipple, burning hot and cooling suddenly to incase the sensitive skin in a shrunken shell.
"Oh god!" he cried, "Damnit, don't do that!"
"Don't tell me what to do," this was followed by a line the direct mirror of the first. Gateau struggled, trying to shift away but finding it impossible, trying to turn and receiving a glare fierce enough to make him willing to bear the rest of it. There were three more lines, then a wide circle. Gateau had little time to think of the pattern as the hot burned him and the stiffness held his skin at strange places. His nipples tingled the most, a sensation balancing precariously between pain and pleasure.
"Very good Gateau," and to the other's relief, he blew out the flame and placed it aside. Taking an ofuda from his boot, he placed it on Gateau's chest.
Confused, Gateau looked down at himself. Just above his straining manhood had been laid out a perfect magic seal, a pentagram. He was in so much trouble now. A vengeful Marron was one thing, a vengeful Marron who remembered he was a mage as well as a captor was quite another.
"Don't! Please," he added, making it a plea lest an order bring more trouble.
“Please what?”
“Please...master.”
“Good Gateau. You’re learning quickly. Tonight, tonight you’re mine, and I will do with you as I please.”
He touched to ofuda and instantly it glowed with simple life force. A tingling sensation began to trace the lines on Gateau's chest, soon blurring and engulfing him.
"Do you know what this means Gateau-chan? Its to show you that I can do whatever I want with you. If I want you to be warm..." he whispered just a word and the light changed to red. Gateau felt heat building, it laid atop him like a hot blanket. His brow began to drip with sweat. "Or, if I want you to be cold..." again he spoke a word Gateau couldn't understand. The warm disappeared and was replaced by an extreme chill. His nipples hardened again beneath the wax and his most sensitive areas tried to hide themselves. Even his teeth chattered. Finally Marron took his hand away. "And if I want you to want me...well, I don't need magic for that."
And suddenly the feelings were gone. Gateau's body couldn't seem to adjust, he panted some parts trying to get warm others feeling as if they were still on fire.
"Do you need a minute?" Marron asked, peeling away the ofuda and letting it fall to the ground.
"Uh-huh," Gateau gasped.
"Okay then, I'll just sit here and wait," and with that said, Marron hopped up to take a seat sideways across Gateau's pelvic region, crossing his legs primly.
"Marron!"
The other took no heed, not even to correct him on proper address. Slowly he unbuckled his gloves, peeling them from his thin fingers without looking at Gateau. Then he started picking at the wax, removing it bit by bit, and teasing Gateau's skin with his short nails.
"Ooh! Don't! Leave that--ow! Can you leave the hair /on/ my chest? Ouch! Stop!"
But Marron didn't, not until he had removed the last trace of the wax. The tiny flakes lay on the dark sheets like bits of snow against a night sky. Gateau's chest still held the pattern, minor burns, bright red, drawing it out across his skin. Again Marron shifted, moving until he once again straddled Gateau, their thighs touching as well as more sensitive areas. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue along the red curved line of the circle. Gateau shuddered, his hands pulling once more at the chains, needing to touch the kneeling beauty lapping at his skin.
"Please, please, let me go," he asked without thinking.
Marron sat up his vinyl-clad ass bumping Gateau's erection, "Are you begging?"
"Yes Marron! Damnit, yes, I'm begging. Please, just let me touch you!" he pushed upward, arching his back.
"Then you need to learn how to do it properly, Gateau-chan," Marron slowly replaced his gloves, "That was strike two. I thought I told you, tonight you call me master."
~tbc~
Notes: Well, I got my five reviews, so I’m definitely going to finish this, but if you want to be kind and review again, feel free to leave suggestions for what you’d like to see. Thanks again guys!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
I want to give credit to Fala-san, it was her fanart that inspired this fic. I meant to include that note in the first chapter, but I got distracted by the kinky-ness. Gomen ne Fala-san. Anyhow, you should all go see her fanart because it totally kicks ass!
Notes: Well, it isn’t complete yet, but I thought perhaps I should post what I’ve done to let you guys know I appreciate the reviews, especially the rather interesting ones...thanks! And now, on with the show...
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Two
"Alright, alright. What shall I call you then? Princess?"
That earned him a smack across the cheek hard enough to turn his head.
"Tonight you will call me....master."
"M-master?"
"Yes Gateau-chan." The diminutive seemed to be added as an afterthought as Marron rocked against his hips, causing the tight vinyl to slide and pull against his erection.
"Please," Gateau gasped.
Marron laughed. "Oh, not yet, no where near it." Pressing against Gateau's chest, he removed himself from the man and stood back on the floor. "You were very mean to me, you know." Stepping up to the candelabra he removed one of the long, white tapers, carrying carefully back to the bed side. Gateau's eyes widened as Marron ran a gloved finger slowly up and down the wax, making no mystery of the symbolism. The blond was forced to imagine those wonderful hands on him, moving on him.
Shifting his hand to the base of the candle, Marron brought it to his lips. Turning his head, he licked a slow path up the side with his perfect pink tongue, making a show of bringing his teeth down on it hard enough to make Gateau wince.
"I don't think this tastes very good," he pouted just a bit, but it soon turned into a devilish smile.
"Marron--"
"No!" he stated sternly, "Strike one Gateau-chan."
Fighting hard not to comment that he didn't give a damn about strikes or this whole little fucked up game Marron was playing, Gateau silently fumed. And why didn't he say it? Well, Marron was very persistent and did not make idle threats, messing this up could very well lead to his own celibacy, or even worse, castration. Gateau had not failed to notice the fancy jeweled dagger that lay on the nightstand, the one that stayed normally in Marron's sleeve. He hoped it served no purpose to their night's activity, but he had to be careful, just in case.
"Uh, master then."
"Yes." A statement.
He winked, "Perhaps you can put down the candle and find something else to eat."
Marron patted Gateau's stomach gently, and all appeared alright until the orange flame flickered directly before blue eyes, reflecting their sudden fear. With no sound or warning, Marron tipped the candle, pouring a thin line of hot wax on a diagonal line across his chest. Gateau pulled at the bounds as it crossed his nipple, burning hot and cooling suddenly to incase the sensitive skin in a shrunken shell.
"Oh god!" he cried, "Damnit, don't do that!"
"Don't tell me what to do," this was followed by a line the direct mirror of the first. Gateau struggled, trying to shift away but finding it impossible, trying to turn and receiving a glare fierce enough to make him willing to bear the rest of it. There were three more lines, then a wide circle. Gateau had little time to think of the pattern as the hot burned him and the stiffness held his skin at strange places. His nipples tingled the most, a sensation balancing precariously between pain and pleasure.
"Very good Gateau," and to the other's relief, he blew out the flame and placed it aside. Taking an ofuda from his boot, he placed it on Gateau's chest.
Confused, Gateau looked down at himself. Just above his straining manhood had been laid out a perfect magic seal, a pentagram. He was in so much trouble now. A vengeful Marron was one thing, a vengeful Marron who remembered he was a mage as well as a captor was quite another.
"Don't! Please," he added, making it a plea lest an order bring more trouble.
“Please what?”
“Please...master.”
“Good Gateau. You’re learning quickly. Tonight, tonight you’re mine, and I will do with you as I please.”
He touched to ofuda and instantly it glowed with simple life force. A tingling sensation began to trace the lines on Gateau's chest, soon blurring and engulfing him.
"Do you know what this means Gateau-chan? Its to show you that I can do whatever I want with you. If I want you to be warm..." he whispered just a word and the light changed to red. Gateau felt heat building, it laid atop him like a hot blanket. His brow began to drip with sweat. "Or, if I want you to be cold..." again he spoke a word Gateau couldn't understand. The warm disappeared and was replaced by an extreme chill. His nipples hardened again beneath the wax and his most sensitive areas tried to hide themselves. Even his teeth chattered. Finally Marron took his hand away. "And if I want you to want me...well, I don't need magic for that."
And suddenly the feelings were gone. Gateau's body couldn't seem to adjust, he panted some parts trying to get warm others feeling as if they were still on fire.
"Do you need a minute?" Marron asked, peeling away the ofuda and letting it fall to the ground.
"Uh-huh," Gateau gasped.
"Okay then, I'll just sit here and wait," and with that said, Marron hopped up to take a seat sideways across Gateau's pelvic region, crossing his legs primly.
"Marron!"
The other took no heed, not even to correct him on proper address. Slowly he unbuckled his gloves, peeling them from his thin fingers without looking at Gateau. Then he started picking at the wax, removing it bit by bit, and teasing Gateau's skin with his short nails.
"Ooh! Don't! Leave that--ow! Can you leave the hair /on/ my chest? Ouch! Stop!"
But Marron didn't, not until he had removed the last trace of the wax. The tiny flakes lay on the dark sheets like bits of snow against a night sky. Gateau's chest still held the pattern, minor burns, bright red, drawing it out across his skin. Again Marron shifted, moving until he once again straddled Gateau, their thighs touching as well as more sensitive areas. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue along the red curved line of the circle. Gateau shuddered, his hands pulling once more at the chains, needing to touch the kneeling beauty lapping at his skin.
"Please, please, let me go," he asked without thinking.
Marron sat up his vinyl-clad ass bumping Gateau's erection, "Are you begging?"
"Yes Marron! Damnit, yes, I'm begging. Please, just let me touch you!" he pushed upward, arching his back.
"Then you need to learn how to do it properly, Gateau-chan," Marron slowly replaced his gloves, "That was strike two. I thought I told you, tonight you call me master."
~tbc~
Notes: Well, I got my five reviews, so I’m definitely going to finish this, but if you want to be kind and review again, feel free to leave suggestions for what you’d like to see. Thanks again guys!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi