Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Absolute Power and Corruption Incarnate ❯ Part III ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Disclaimer: Same as in previous...

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{Part III}

The door closed behind the God and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You, dear Crawford, owe me some fealty…" He watched the man tense as his cloak was coming off his shoulders. Schuldig smiled. He really didn't care if the mortal wanted him or not - he'd take what was his.

Crawford turned to gaze at the orange haired deity, his face and posture resigned. "As you wish, master." His wrist was grabbed and the prophet was drawn against the God's body, the man held there with a strength he could never fight free of. The mortal felt himself relax in Schuldig's embrace and knew that it was the divine being's doing.

At first, when it had come to this, the prophet had fought against the God of Lies. It had proven futile. Schuldig considered Crawford his property, to do with as he wanted, and nothing the human man had said changed this. He also couldn't deny the fact that, for some reason, his body could never resist the touch and kiss of the God.

He didn't want Schuldig, but at the same time, he did. It was something that was at constant war in his mind. Crawford knew that it went deeper than just the deity's power, but for the life of him, he couldn't tell what was the cause. He was bound to the God in ways that no mortal could comprehend, except perhaps, himself. The man was shoved down onto the bed, the weight of the orange-haired immortal on him, pinning him, and he fought back the urge to resist.

"Still denying yourself the full pleasure of what I offer you, my pet?" Schuldig knew that his little mortal didn't fully enjoy these interludes, but he also didn't care. So long as he got what he wanted out of the bargain, Crawford could even hate him and curse him to hell.

Crawford averted his gaze. "I still don't understand what you want from my body… Even when I give you everything, it isn't enough for you." He arched under the caressing palm that slipped under his shirt. "Ahhh… Why must you humiliate me this way?"

"Humiliate? Is that what you think this is, Crawford?" The God looked down on his conduit. One hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around the human's throat, and gave a squeeze. "I could show you just what true humiliation is… let you be the plaything of some of my other followers… would that be better?"

"No," Crawford croaked, his sight dimming from the denial of oxygen. Now he regretted the question. He gasped for breath when the hand pulled away. "Forgive me, my master… I was foolish." Brown eyes went wide as his shirt was ripped open and Schuldig's mouth started a hungry journey over his chest. The same hand that had promised unconsciousness traveled lower, to the front of his pants, and tugged open the ties that kept them in place. The oracle shifted his legs, in both fear and anticipation, as his swelling arousal was given the briefest hints of touch.

Schuldig laved his tongue over both of the man's nipples. "Always remember who you belong to, Crawford. I *own* you… body and soul. *Never* make the mistake of questioning me or my actions. You do as I say, when I say, how I say… is that understood?"

"Yes," the man hissed. His breath started coming in ragged gasps from the contact of bare flesh as his pants were shoved off his hips and down. The touch of the deity on him was like being given a drug that he had been addicted to. Now, Crawford wanted much more…

And Schuldig was going to make him beg for it. The God of Lies pulled back and rose to his knees while straddling his supplicant. "Service me." His hand went around the back of his worshipper's head and pulled it close to his groin. "Please me and I'll make sure to give you release…"

Complying with his deity's demands, Crawford sat up enough that he could easily reach the hard length hidden within the folds of soft silk. His hand sought it out, pulled it loose, and he leaned in to give it a long lick. Above him, Schuldig moaned and released his hold on the man, settling back to fully enjoy the experience. The God of Lies loved having his supplicant doing these things… he loved the look of helplessness and the way Crawford would try to fight his own cultivated desires.

The mortal's mouth was a little slice of paradise all to itself.

Crawford let his tongue circle around the tip of his master's cock; giving teasing little glances of pleasure that couldn't be denied. Wrapping his hand around the base of the erection, he pumped up slowly, drawing a loud moan from the deity above him. Over the course of so many years, he'd learned just what Schuldig enjoyed and what would get him punished. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the God, and took the full length into his warm mouth.

Orange-red hair flew back in pleasure, the little tremors that resulted from the attention rippling all along the God's spine. He fell forward, bracing on his palms, fighting himself to not drive into that moist haven. "Hmmm… Crawford… What a talented, naughty mouth you have…"

Ignoring the words, the man concentrated on trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. His free hand held onto one of Schuldig's thighs, digging in slightly every time the deity made an unconscious thrust into his mouth - every time the cock threatened to choke him. He wanted the promised rapture, the mindless ecstasy that the God of Lies could give him. No mortal had ever made him feel such things… reduced him to such a creature of pure need before.

So he worked, hard, to get it again. He never truly wanted it until the deity drew the need from him and, by then, nothing else mattered except that release. And the God was making these little satisfying noises of enjoyment… there was a little thrill, somewhere deep down, that came from reducing the immortal Schuldig to incoherent moans and breathless whispers.

It was just as the God of Lies finally gave himself over to climax that there was a pounding on the door. Crawford swallowed the final pearls of his reward and sat up, glaring at the portal as if it were the offender. Now, his own release would not be forthcoming any time soon, he knew. "What," he snapped irritably.

"We have discovered the location of the Ruby Demon's home, Prophet."

Schuldig sat up, the bliss of his orgasm forgotten. His voice changed, sounding just like his conduit's. "Where… where is that mercenary hiding?"

The voice on the other side of the door answered him. "He lives in a small village, near the border of His Majesty's realm towards the boundaries with Hidaka's. He lives alone with his sister."

"He has a sister," Schuldig purred softly, his green gaze going to Crawford's. "This is definitely useful information…" His hand went to his supplicant's head, stroking the hair fondly, and again his voice switched to Crawford's. "Have them arrested… quietly. I don't want this to turn ugly on us."

"Understood, Prophet. Are there any other orders?"

A sinister smile decorated the God's lips. "Yes… if the Ruby Demon resists arrest, threaten his sister. That should make him compliant."

"As you wish. I'll dispatch a unit this very night."

"Good… make all haste to see this through." Schuldig turned to his conduit and smiled softly. "Well, well… it appears your loyal dogs have sniffed out the rabbit. You chose well, Crawford." He let his fingers make lazy trails over the mortal's flesh. "I should reward you for this."

Crawford moaned under the touch and arched his back, becoming willing all over again. "Mmm… yes, please, master…" His dark eyes closed as his head fell onto the pillows behind him. The touch left him suddenly and, when his eyes opened, the God was gone. "Master?"

"Forgive me, Crawford, but I have other matters to attend to."

The disembodied voice faded out, leaving the man alone in the room. He rolled over and slammed his fist into the pillow. "Damn it!" Unfulfilled need coursed through him in powerful waves and he could do nothing to assuage it. Long ago, when he would satisfy his own carnal desires behind the deity's back, the ability to give himself pleasure had been stripped of him. The mortal went long months without release before and, now, it appeared it was going to happen again.

Life as the favored of the God of Lies was not easy to deal with… by no means.

{End Part III}

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