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Title: Rêve en Noir
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,785
Summary: This boy usually dreamed of knights, castles and dragons, relics of a childhood shortly past. This dream started out on the same vein.
Notes: This was originally the beginning of a longer story, but I've lost interest so this is now a standalone. Luckily, it works well that way.
Somewhere, the oblivion of a boy’s slumber was broken by the beginnings of a dream. This boy usually dreamed of knights, castles and dragons, relics of a childhood shortly past. This dream started out on the same vein.
Kyle found himself geared up in big, bulky armor, staring up at a dark castle that loomed over him, just ahead. He took a step closer to it, and suddenly a burst of flames erupted on one of its tall towers. Fire! That could mean only one thing – the castle was under attack by a dragon, and he needed to save the princess!
He took off in a sprint, the usual sprain of the action in his thighs missing, a sign of his dream world. He was as quick as a lightning bolt – he needed to save her, the laws of physics be damned! Not that there were any laws to be broken in this realm.
He was just crossing the moat to enter the castle when he heard the reverberating roar of the dragon, and he glanced upward to see the hulking, heaving beast clinging to the towers, smoke trailing out of its nostrils. The beast’s black coat matched the inky ebony of the night sky. The lucent yellow orbs that stared down at him matched the glow of the faint stars decorating the night.
At this time of day, the dragon would be a fierce opponent. But that didn’t bother Kyle in the slightest, having been filled with a preternatural calm. He brandished his sword, the blade glinting in the moonlight. The sudden light caught the dragon’s attention, and it snarled, smoke rushing out of its nostrils in a thick cloud. Its claws unclenched its hold in the castle, debris trickling down the roof. It suddenly jumped away from the building, the momentum creating even more damage, and many rocks flew out in all directions.
Instinctively, he dropped to the ground and rolled away to avoid most of the rocks, though a few hit and then ricocheted off his armor. He waited a moment, listening intently for any noise, and was startled when he suddenly felt heat above him. He rolled away from the heat and looked up to see that the dragon had landed right beside him, snarling.
Thanking his luck that the dragon had yet to attack, he jumped to his feet, sword at the ready. Those eyes seemed to flash in anger, and the dragon moved, its front limb suddenly flying up in his direction. Quickly, he defended himself by swiping his sword up, and the blade cut through one of its claws, causing the beast to howl in pain. Kyle smirked, and used the moment of weakness to charge up to the dragon. It growled at him, sending a fireball in his direction, and he evaded it swiftly, the fire slightly singing his armor. The attack didn’t stop him; rather, he quickened his pace, ready to plunge his sword into the dragon’s heart, but the beast was smarter than that, and the uninjured limb rose to throw him away.
The momentum of the strike sent Kyle flying, and he watched as his surroundings blurred together until he hit the ground with a resounding clang, thanks to his armor. The attack had shaken him a bit, but this was no time to give up. His beautiful princess needed rescuing!
He jumped up again and charged rashly. The dragon sat there for a second, looking bored with the attacking knight, before seeming to give a sigh, the smoke trickling out thinly. “Who said she was yours?” it suddenly spoke, its voice harsh and deep.
Kyle stopped in mid-movement, staring at the dragon, bewildered. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that the dragon had never spoken before in his dreams. And what a preposterous question! “What are you talking about? The knight who saves her always becomes her husband,” he informed, as if it were obvious.
The dragon gave out a strange choking sound, and – was it smirking? “Always? Who says that the princess wants to get married?” Kyle had a hard time processing this. Why wouldn’t she want to get married? “Maybe she doesn’t want marriage. Maybe she just wants a nice, hard fuck,” the beast drawled.
Kyle’s eyes widened, and he saw red. How dare this – this monstrosity – talk about the princess like that! “How dare you defile the princess’ name!” he shouted, furious, as the dragon unleashed a torrent of laughter.
“Are you so sure that you’re right about her?” it taunted, “Go and check on her yourself.”
The red that was clouding his vision intensified. “What did you do to her?” he asked, enraged and horrified. All he received in reply was a dangerous smirk, which shook him to his very core. Something really wrong had happened!
Caring little about the dragon, he bolted to the castle and rushed up the long flight of stairs in the castle’s tallest tower. The princess was always found at the top. In previous dreams, he ran, but not nearly as quickly as he was running then, as he hoped nothing had happened to his love. He finally reached the door, and he held his breath as he stepped inside.
There was no visible damage – the whole room was pristine, decorated with white lace. Near the window was a large bed with a gauzy canopy, and an unmistakable dark shape lied on it. He let out his breath slowly. The princess was safe.
He took careful steps toward her, not wanting to startle the gentle maiden. When he reached her bed, he took a moment to simply take in her lovely appearance. The princess of his previous dreams always had long, golden locks, trailing over her supple breasts to end at her tiny waist. She had had the fairest skin, almost matching her surroundings.
This princess was undeniably different. Her hair was short, cropped around her face, and as dark as the night. Her sun kissed skin contrasted with the white sheets. Lastly, he noticed with some disappointment, she was flat-chested and had a very small waist-to-hip curve.
But still. A princess was a princess. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder to wake her up. “Princess? It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he murmured to her.
Vivid green eyes immediately snapped open and locked on his, giving him an intense stare. “But are you?” she purred, with a voice too deep to belong to a lady.
Kyle stumbled back in shock. “You’re- you’re not the princess,” he stuttered, suddenly feeling scared. He stepped backwards slowly, but the princess caught his movement and stood up, gliding to him and slipping her arms around him, halting his flight.
“You’re right,” she whispered, then pulled Kyle flush against her body and thrust her hips into his, the unfeminine lump he felt there immediately proving that the princess was no female, “I’m the prince.”
Kyle froze in horror. “The prince? But – this is wrong!” The prince thrust against him again, and Kyle tried desperately to kill the pleasure that flowed through him from the contact.
“Right, wrong, those are just concepts,” the prince hissed, leaning in to lick his earlobe, “There’s only pleasure and pain.” He punctuated this by sucking the earlobe, making Kyle gasp.
“No,” he breathed out, “God says it’s wrong,” he protested desperately, as his body betrayed him. He wanted to bolt, but his feet felt glued to the floor.
“Silly,” the prince said, moving from his ear to gaze directly into Kyle’s eyes, “There’s no God here.” Before Kyle could counter, the prince covered his lips with his own. For a moment, he refused to respond to the warmth pressing against him, but at the wet tongue darting out to lick his lips he sighed and gave in, pressing back. The prince purred, happy that he had given in so quickly, and sucked languidly on his lower lip. At a nip, Kyle parted his lips, and the prince snaked his tongue inside his mouth, where it slithered against Kyle’s tongue.
After a long intricate dance by their tongues, the prince relinquished his control over Kyle’s mouth and body, stepping back. He smirked when Kyle made no move to run away, just staring at him expectantly. His eyes traveled over Kyle’s bulky armor, and shook his head. “That armor has got to go,” he muttered, snapping his fingers.
Instantly, Kyle was completely nude. That shook him out of his trance. “What--! Hey--!”
“Don’t worry, you’re not alone,” the prince drawled, and snapped his fingers again. This time, the prince was completely nude, and Kyle couldn’t help but look at his body. It was lean enough to be mistaken for a skinny girl, but there was definite musculature on his abdomen, which had been obscured by the dress he had been wearing. His penis twitched in approval. “C’mon,” he beckoned, moving to lie down on the bed. Kyle was powerless to resist, as he crawled on top of the man.
“What do you want me to do?” Kyle asked nervously, as the feeling of doing something completely wrong still plagued him in the back of his mind.
The prince’s mouth curled into a hungry grin. “Simple. I want a nice, hard fuck,” he demonstrated by thrusting his hard penis up against Kyle’s, creating delicious friction. Kyle moved back against it, emitting an erotic cry. “Remember, I am no girl.”
“I can tell,” Kyle murmured, and the prince chuckled
“Good. So what are you waiting for? Fuck me. Or are you not man enough?” he baited, and Kyle took it, growling. He wasted no time in thrusting into the prince’s tight warmth, the dream world erasing any pain. The feeling was… incredible, and he developed a steady rhythm, as the prince writhed enticingly underneath him. He increased his pace as he felt himself approaching orgasm. “Do you really want me?” the prince asked breathlessly, suddenly.
Kyle slowed down a second in surprise. What a preposterous question! “Of course I do,” he gasped, as if it was obvious.
The prince’s grin changed into a decidedly unholy one. It spoke of dark, evil things, and Kyle became frightened. He should stop this, he should-- “Good,” the prince purred, and tightened against Kyle. The added pressure was enough to distract him, a few more thrusts sent him over the edge, and he was drowning, drowning in pleasure…
…drowning in sweat and unpleasant stickiness as the boy awoke in a dark room, his sheets soiled with his seed. Drowning in shame and horror, as he realized just what he dreamed about.
In another place, vibrant green eyes glowed in predatory triumph in the midst of the dark inferno.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,785
Summary: This boy usually dreamed of knights, castles and dragons, relics of a childhood shortly past. This dream started out on the same vein.
Notes: This was originally the beginning of a longer story, but I've lost interest so this is now a standalone. Luckily, it works well that way.
Somewhere, the oblivion of a boy’s slumber was broken by the beginnings of a dream. This boy usually dreamed of knights, castles and dragons, relics of a childhood shortly past. This dream started out on the same vein.
Kyle found himself geared up in big, bulky armor, staring up at a dark castle that loomed over him, just ahead. He took a step closer to it, and suddenly a burst of flames erupted on one of its tall towers. Fire! That could mean only one thing – the castle was under attack by a dragon, and he needed to save the princess!
He took off in a sprint, the usual sprain of the action in his thighs missing, a sign of his dream world. He was as quick as a lightning bolt – he needed to save her, the laws of physics be damned! Not that there were any laws to be broken in this realm.
He was just crossing the moat to enter the castle when he heard the reverberating roar of the dragon, and he glanced upward to see the hulking, heaving beast clinging to the towers, smoke trailing out of its nostrils. The beast’s black coat matched the inky ebony of the night sky. The lucent yellow orbs that stared down at him matched the glow of the faint stars decorating the night.
At this time of day, the dragon would be a fierce opponent. But that didn’t bother Kyle in the slightest, having been filled with a preternatural calm. He brandished his sword, the blade glinting in the moonlight. The sudden light caught the dragon’s attention, and it snarled, smoke rushing out of its nostrils in a thick cloud. Its claws unclenched its hold in the castle, debris trickling down the roof. It suddenly jumped away from the building, the momentum creating even more damage, and many rocks flew out in all directions.
Instinctively, he dropped to the ground and rolled away to avoid most of the rocks, though a few hit and then ricocheted off his armor. He waited a moment, listening intently for any noise, and was startled when he suddenly felt heat above him. He rolled away from the heat and looked up to see that the dragon had landed right beside him, snarling.
Thanking his luck that the dragon had yet to attack, he jumped to his feet, sword at the ready. Those eyes seemed to flash in anger, and the dragon moved, its front limb suddenly flying up in his direction. Quickly, he defended himself by swiping his sword up, and the blade cut through one of its claws, causing the beast to howl in pain. Kyle smirked, and used the moment of weakness to charge up to the dragon. It growled at him, sending a fireball in his direction, and he evaded it swiftly, the fire slightly singing his armor. The attack didn’t stop him; rather, he quickened his pace, ready to plunge his sword into the dragon’s heart, but the beast was smarter than that, and the uninjured limb rose to throw him away.
The momentum of the strike sent Kyle flying, and he watched as his surroundings blurred together until he hit the ground with a resounding clang, thanks to his armor. The attack had shaken him a bit, but this was no time to give up. His beautiful princess needed rescuing!
He jumped up again and charged rashly. The dragon sat there for a second, looking bored with the attacking knight, before seeming to give a sigh, the smoke trickling out thinly. “Who said she was yours?” it suddenly spoke, its voice harsh and deep.
Kyle stopped in mid-movement, staring at the dragon, bewildered. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that the dragon had never spoken before in his dreams. And what a preposterous question! “What are you talking about? The knight who saves her always becomes her husband,” he informed, as if it were obvious.
The dragon gave out a strange choking sound, and – was it smirking? “Always? Who says that the princess wants to get married?” Kyle had a hard time processing this. Why wouldn’t she want to get married? “Maybe she doesn’t want marriage. Maybe she just wants a nice, hard fuck,” the beast drawled.
Kyle’s eyes widened, and he saw red. How dare this – this monstrosity – talk about the princess like that! “How dare you defile the princess’ name!” he shouted, furious, as the dragon unleashed a torrent of laughter.
“Are you so sure that you’re right about her?” it taunted, “Go and check on her yourself.”
The red that was clouding his vision intensified. “What did you do to her?” he asked, enraged and horrified. All he received in reply was a dangerous smirk, which shook him to his very core. Something really wrong had happened!
Caring little about the dragon, he bolted to the castle and rushed up the long flight of stairs in the castle’s tallest tower. The princess was always found at the top. In previous dreams, he ran, but not nearly as quickly as he was running then, as he hoped nothing had happened to his love. He finally reached the door, and he held his breath as he stepped inside.
There was no visible damage – the whole room was pristine, decorated with white lace. Near the window was a large bed with a gauzy canopy, and an unmistakable dark shape lied on it. He let out his breath slowly. The princess was safe.
He took careful steps toward her, not wanting to startle the gentle maiden. When he reached her bed, he took a moment to simply take in her lovely appearance. The princess of his previous dreams always had long, golden locks, trailing over her supple breasts to end at her tiny waist. She had had the fairest skin, almost matching her surroundings.
This princess was undeniably different. Her hair was short, cropped around her face, and as dark as the night. Her sun kissed skin contrasted with the white sheets. Lastly, he noticed with some disappointment, she was flat-chested and had a very small waist-to-hip curve.
But still. A princess was a princess. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder to wake her up. “Princess? It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he murmured to her.
Vivid green eyes immediately snapped open and locked on his, giving him an intense stare. “But are you?” she purred, with a voice too deep to belong to a lady.
Kyle stumbled back in shock. “You’re- you’re not the princess,” he stuttered, suddenly feeling scared. He stepped backwards slowly, but the princess caught his movement and stood up, gliding to him and slipping her arms around him, halting his flight.
“You’re right,” she whispered, then pulled Kyle flush against her body and thrust her hips into his, the unfeminine lump he felt there immediately proving that the princess was no female, “I’m the prince.”
Kyle froze in horror. “The prince? But – this is wrong!” The prince thrust against him again, and Kyle tried desperately to kill the pleasure that flowed through him from the contact.
“Right, wrong, those are just concepts,” the prince hissed, leaning in to lick his earlobe, “There’s only pleasure and pain.” He punctuated this by sucking the earlobe, making Kyle gasp.
“No,” he breathed out, “God says it’s wrong,” he protested desperately, as his body betrayed him. He wanted to bolt, but his feet felt glued to the floor.
“Silly,” the prince said, moving from his ear to gaze directly into Kyle’s eyes, “There’s no God here.” Before Kyle could counter, the prince covered his lips with his own. For a moment, he refused to respond to the warmth pressing against him, but at the wet tongue darting out to lick his lips he sighed and gave in, pressing back. The prince purred, happy that he had given in so quickly, and sucked languidly on his lower lip. At a nip, Kyle parted his lips, and the prince snaked his tongue inside his mouth, where it slithered against Kyle’s tongue.
After a long intricate dance by their tongues, the prince relinquished his control over Kyle’s mouth and body, stepping back. He smirked when Kyle made no move to run away, just staring at him expectantly. His eyes traveled over Kyle’s bulky armor, and shook his head. “That armor has got to go,” he muttered, snapping his fingers.
Instantly, Kyle was completely nude. That shook him out of his trance. “What--! Hey--!”
“Don’t worry, you’re not alone,” the prince drawled, and snapped his fingers again. This time, the prince was completely nude, and Kyle couldn’t help but look at his body. It was lean enough to be mistaken for a skinny girl, but there was definite musculature on his abdomen, which had been obscured by the dress he had been wearing. His penis twitched in approval. “C’mon,” he beckoned, moving to lie down on the bed. Kyle was powerless to resist, as he crawled on top of the man.
“What do you want me to do?” Kyle asked nervously, as the feeling of doing something completely wrong still plagued him in the back of his mind.
The prince’s mouth curled into a hungry grin. “Simple. I want a nice, hard fuck,” he demonstrated by thrusting his hard penis up against Kyle’s, creating delicious friction. Kyle moved back against it, emitting an erotic cry. “Remember, I am no girl.”
“I can tell,” Kyle murmured, and the prince chuckled
“Good. So what are you waiting for? Fuck me. Or are you not man enough?” he baited, and Kyle took it, growling. He wasted no time in thrusting into the prince’s tight warmth, the dream world erasing any pain. The feeling was… incredible, and he developed a steady rhythm, as the prince writhed enticingly underneath him. He increased his pace as he felt himself approaching orgasm. “Do you really want me?” the prince asked breathlessly, suddenly.
Kyle slowed down a second in surprise. What a preposterous question! “Of course I do,” he gasped, as if it was obvious.
The prince’s grin changed into a decidedly unholy one. It spoke of dark, evil things, and Kyle became frightened. He should stop this, he should-- “Good,” the prince purred, and tightened against Kyle. The added pressure was enough to distract him, a few more thrusts sent him over the edge, and he was drowning, drowning in pleasure…
…drowning in sweat and unpleasant stickiness as the boy awoke in a dark room, his sheets soiled with his seed. Drowning in shame and horror, as he realized just what he dreamed about.
In another place, vibrant green eyes glowed in predatory triumph in the midst of the dark inferno.