Friday, September 30, 2005

Plague of Light...

It was hard to say when it first began. Probably on the last dawn of the Black Moon. It was pretty strange to say the least. One does not find oneself so transformed to such an extent in such a short time.

The Black Moon was a long period of strife amongst the D'jideen. These desert folk were of short stature, their features were partial to the troll side of their blood, but somewhere the Black Elvish heritage also showed. The troll blood constituted their tough countenance, with the D'jideen being known as the toughest of the Kilrathi civilized humanoids, at least where mass was concerned. The Black Elvish part of them offered them the speed and intelligence that made them popular spies and assassins, and combined with their trollness, they made a complete package.

To be sure, the first coupling of the Black Elves and the deep trolls was not much of a matter of choice, but that of desperation. Deep trolls were hermaphrodites, so that was not the issue. The issue, more precisely, was that of the Dark Elf female population being wiped out with the Plague of Light.

The High Priest of Jander, God of Light, had been kidnapped by the Dark Elf Patriarch, Haddon del 'Ni, in his youth. There, Phruop was made a sex slave. The young boy was brutally raped by each and every member of the del 'Ni household. How he escaped was more a matter of planning then it was luck. Phruop had been promised to the service of Jander no more than a month before he was kidnapped. As was requisite for all clerics of Jander, he was handsome youth, his face more commonly seen on male courtesans than priests. Indeed, many clerics of Jander were also courtesans, out to find female followers for Jander, such was the paradox of being a cleric of the God of Light.

It was probably due to his looks that Phruop was kidnapped. It was widely known that the Dark Elves were practising bisexuals, which was probably best considering their were among the lustier humanoid races. Phruop was about 16 when he was first interned into del 'Ni's service, not that he had a choice. The well built youth was exercising in the temple courtyards, naked, as the clerics required, when he was shot in the neck by a dart. Had he been less exhausted from his exertions, he might have made into the warded portion of the courtyard. But he soon blacked out from the poison.

When he had woken, he found himself tied down to a large steel frame. There, a vuloptious Dark Elf was busy fiddling with his genitals. It was not pleasurable. It was painful to say the least. The ring of adamantine that wrapped itself round his cock was ornately designed, and with runes that told the educated youth that it was magical. From the ring proceded two rounded spikes, which made their way under his scrotum, and pulled them tight to his body. Had he not been captive, he would have found it all very sensous, arousing even. Of course, that was part of their design. Another part was to interact with an implant that the Elvish female jammed up his anus, that implanted itself deep near his prostate. Four bands of the same metal and similar markings were clamped around his wrists and ankles. They would repel his limbs away from the ring, so that he could not touch himself. The Dark Elves were not fond of oral stimulation, and at that left his mouth untouched.

The rings and the implant served a single function: to make him as untiring a sex slave as possible, regardless of his actual physical exhaustion. On command, the ring would cause him to have an erection, as well as to magically change the size of his engorged penis to serve the whims of his female captors. Should a male Elf require his services, the implant would make him as tight as possible, that the Elf may derive as much pleasure as he chooses. These devices functioned with a Runeword, basically a ring that all members of the del 'Ni household wore. Should he displease his masters, any member of the del 'Ni family could initate the devices to stimulate the enslaved Phruop to near orgasm, but not allow him to have it. Soon, the slave would be begging for release, considering that the bands around his arms would not permit him to masturbate.

Phruop had about a year of training in the Temple before he was captured. During the seven years he was held captive, he had nightly prayers to Jander, at least, those nights when one of the del 'Ni were not busy with him. At the end of that seven years, Jander had made a personal response to Phruop through a dream, a dream that came after a sleep which was born from the exhaustion of having had to service all of the del 'Ni household, and their acquaintances, as they were having one of their annual orgies, in which all the noble households of the closest seven caverns would be invited. At that particular orgy, none had declined the invitation.

In the dream, Jander revealed the spell for a plague, the Plague of Light. As their names note, the Dark Elves were fond of the dark. They lived under the ground, after their banishment from the High Havens. As part of their banishment, they were cursed to be sensitive to light, and could only spend a few hours in the light each month. The spell that Jander provided would cause a small light to come into being from the inside of those stricken. This light would be dim, but grow, until the host would be completely enveloped in light. This would be an annoyance at most, but for the Dark Elves, fatal. Since Jander's followers were all female, and his priesthood all male, the spell would only affect the Dark Elf females.

The following few weeks Phruop prepared himself to cast the spell. Jander's blessing had protected him from the del 'Ni's wanting any sexual pleasures, so he had all the time he needed to memorize the incantations and the recital of prayers.

At the next Festival of Pale Dawn, Phruop was brought to the center of the southern Dark Elf city, G'zal. The patriarchs of the city each took turns to provide slaves for the festivities, where the most virile of male Dark Elves and the most voluptious of females were to show their skills with the slave, which was almost always male, who would likely die of exhaustion at the end of the festival. The point of the Festival was to display the best of the city's youth in hopes of getting them married, although officially it was to celebrate the Ascension of the Goddess Myrial.

Phruop was paraded around the center square. Just as he was about to be bound in the fashion of a slave to be displayed, Phroup completed the incantations, and finished the final prayer. All the females were suddenly struck with a sharp pain in their abdomens. They all collapesed, and with the Priestesses in pain, the whole place was in pandemonium. Phruop made this his chance to escape, the route already burned into his mind by Jander's gifting.

When the clergy of Jander heard of Phruop's spell, he was made the High Priest, being as how the Dark Elves being the mortal enemies of the God of Light. From there, Phruop expanded the spell to affect all the Dark Elf communities this side of Kilrathi.

"Serves those gay fuckers right. Now they can fuck all the gay ass they want."

Phruop was particularly bitter towards the male Dark Elves. At least, being raped by a female Dark Elf brought some semblance of pleasure, but anal rape by the males brought nothing but pain, especially since the implant fed off his lifesource to pleasure his masters. He thought particularly ironic justice to have all the female Dark Elves die, leaving the males only to themselves. What he didn't count on was that they would copulate with the deep trolls.

To be truthful, the deep trolls were particularly beautiful for trolls. In the sun, which they loved most dearly, but could not withstand for too long, they resembled muscular, if slightly handsome humans. It was hard to tell if they were male or female, at least from the human perspective, since they were actually both. Some exhibited more female features, others more male. Nonetheless, they were savagely strong, and would be a master race, had they more semblance of intelligence and society. But they were loners, with a sexual appetite almost as voracious as the Dark Elves', necessary for survival in such a harsh place as the upper caverns.

To be continued...

Out.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

time to go...

Teminated

I think it may be time
I leave
I cannot stay
It's the way it's supposed to be
I do not belong
Did I ever?
I just realised
Maybe perhaps never
This place has nothing left to offer
Or do I have nothing for it?
I should leave
Or be left behind
To cut off the life behind me
Or is I that is terminated?

Out.

Friday, September 16, 2005

the lover, the handmaiden, and the loaded cock...

Kyram looked into the mirror. She rubbed her sleek belly. Ah. All was good. After a good 3 months of practically starving herself, she'd finally gotten back that shape that Gryph was so enamoured with. Not that it would matter. He was unattentive, like always. In fact, a career had always been first place in his pretty head. No matter. Men were of as much consequence as a piece of chocolate: so tantalizing, giving orgasmic delights, but something she could pretty well live without. Especially when there were more in the box. Kyram lay down on the lush bed that lay a good half a room away from the mirror.

Gryph had been away for about 7 months now. The Jhamadhar army was where he had been. Being a battle mage kept him away, but definitely gave her the advantage of a well learned man, and a handsomely built one at that. He had the wit of a snow fox, and all the wonderful sleek musculature of an arch pegasi. A quick humour, and well toned buttocks. He was hung like a horse, as well, and something she would not quickly forget. The very thought of it made her the slightest bit aroused. She felt moisture build in her nether regions. She moaned slightly as she let her finger glide over her hardening bud, covered only by the thinnest of sheer silk.

Silfa pushed aside the lacy curtains that crossed the door. Ah. Just in time. Since Gryph would not be around, she would definitely need someone to satiate her lust, and Silfa, Gryph's adopted sister, would do nicely.

Silfa was a young girl, barely 16. Her appearances, exquisite as they were, told of even greater beauty to come. She stood at 6 feet and 5 inches of the ground, just 3 short of Kyram. Her breasts were well rounded, much like the bounteous kifa melons that grew in the yard. Her skin was a lovely bronzed colour, with a slight olive glow about them, as is particular of the people of the Jhamadhar outskirts. Her legs were shapely, and her buttocks well formed; not too large to be ungainly like a siege elephant, and not too small like a newt hatchling. All said, she was of perfect feature, the exact requirements needed for those who were to spend their lives as the handmaidens of rich and powerful Jhamadhar noblewomen.

Gryph was not stupid. He knew how much a handmaiden would earn in a year. Or at least, how much they would cost. He, himself was not from the region, rather, he was from the Kayyuthi mountains. Still, he knew the ways of the Jhamadhar, and possesing potent magics, he proved himself valuable to the Jhamadhar at the young age of 18 and quickly learned their ways. In 6 years, he had adopted Silfa as his sister, and sent her to the cares of the great mistress of Jhamadhar's handmaidens, Horabhi. In this manner, he had hoped to save on whatever women he would wish to keep, and perhaps even earn some money off Silfa.

Silfa had learned her trade quickly with Horabhi. She was a demanding mistress, and anything short of perfection was punishable in the most cruel of manners. It was not uncommon for handmaidens in training to walk around with whip marks all over their body, especially over the breasts and buttocks. Indeed, all novice handmaidens were made to go around naked, such was their trade to service noblewomen and, if need be, male visitors.

It had been 4 years already since she first started training, and Silfa had acquired much of the skills she would need as a handmaiden. For her test, she was sent home, under the watch of Kyram, who was ad hoc mistress of Gryph's residence. Since the latest campaign against the southern Fish-Men, the soldiers of Jhamadhar were hardly ever back, and as such, Kyram had put Silfa to as much use as she could find time to.

Silfa began by undressing herself of what little she already wore. Of what was on, of which there was only a transparent wrap around her shoulders and a silken loincloth held by a bronze clasp, she undid. The fell onto the floor in a whispering fall. Light glistened off her oiled skin. Her nipples were already hard from the anticipation. Kyram disapproved of uneager handmaidens. From a pouch she kept tied to her ankle, she pulled out a few dried leaves and put them into her mouth. They were herbs that numbed the sensation of pain, useful in the service of so harsh a mistress as Kyram.

Without a word, Silfa kneeled at Kyram's reclining form. Kyram spread her legs, the aroma of the very aroused lady filled the air. Silfa diligently applied the tip of her tongue to the inside or Kyram's tighs. The first time she did this, Kyram whipped her in annoyance, at that time being quite unexperienced as a mistress herself. So outraged was she that she had magically sealed Silfa's vagina for a month. But at this time, she had learnt to appreciate the subtle pleasures that Silfa had so painstakingly learnt with Horabhi.

With her tongue tracing out intricate patterns on the inside of Kyram's tigh, Silfa's hands got busy. They began to massage her mistress' belly, tracing a delicate line down the groove that ran down Kyram's midsection. Kyram grunted in approval. But it was clear she was getting impatient, as well as extremely excited. Her hips began to sway with the rythm of Silfa's attentions and soon her clitoris began to cry out for notice.

Silfa had learnt not to hurry. Prolong the 'ordeal', multiply the pleasure. Horabhi had always said that. Still, Silfa had an obliging nature. She put her left hand into the pouch and took out a pinch of blood red powder. Dragon's blood. She gently rubbed it into Kyram's now throbbing pearl. This was new to Kyram, and her face showed her bemusement, even through the mounting pleasure she was experiencing.

The sensations were subtle, but grew. First, there was a warm glow, almost as if someone were sucking on her. Then there was a chill, with the soothing feeling of crushed mint leaves. Then, it felt as if her whole crotch was on fire. She sat up and glared at Silfa. Silfa was ignorant of Kyram's change in posture, and continued doing what she had been doing. Kyram lifted her hand, about to cast a spell of infliction on Silfa, when she was hit by the most mindblowing orgasm. It was better than anything Gryph had given her, even with his experience.

She was knocked back on the bed, her arms rendered immobile, but crotch still on fire. Silfa, moving quick, placed her lips onto Kyram's lower lips. That was where the herbs came into effect, for the burning sensation coursed into Silfa, and she would have been floored by the pain had she not taken the herbs in advance. Her lips moved quickly, sucking on Kyram's tortured bud.

Within seconds, Kyram had been hit by another orgasm. Silfa, knowing her mistress could not well take one more and retain conciousness, got up, and laid beside her. With Silfa's melon breasts rubbing against Kyram's own ample chest, the lure for another dose began to find it's way back into Kyram's head.

Selfish as she was, Kyram was not entirely inconsiderate. She spread her legs, and pressed her own crotch against Silfa's. Silfa was surprised. They had not taught about such generous patrons in the school. Kyram's hips began rocking out a most comfortable motion, and soon Silfa began to follow suit. Their faces were not to be left unoccupied, though. Kyram's lips pressed against Silfa's, and the remaining effect of the dragon blood flowed in the most pleasant of manners through their veins. Had they not already been grinding into each other they would have orgasmed anyway, such was the potency of the dragon blood. The exhausted Kyram laid back, pushing Silfa, who had yet to reach her own climax, away.


Kyram's idea of a successful sexual venture always included some phallic fun. Since Gryph was not around to provide his phallus, and servants were not allowed to provide such, unless their express duties included it, Kyram would have to make do with magic. With a wave of her hand, she summoned what appeared to be two enourmous penises stacked one on top of the other. The bi-phallus made it's way to her waiting cavern, and began their repetitive motion into both her rear holes.

Kyram turned to look at Silfa, who had the slightest tinge of disappointment colouring her face. Why not, she thought, and quickly summoned an equal pair for Silfa.

Silfa was clearly enjoying this. She didn't often get the pleasure, only once, in fact, when Gryph had to test her to send in a report to Horabhi. The playful, and cruel, streak in Kyram demanded she take advantage of the situation. With the slightest change of the spell, she made the twin phalluses ramming Silfa twice their width, twice their length, and twice their ferocity.

Silfa was screaming in pain and ecstasy. This was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It was past noticing individual orgasms, and past distinguishing them from pain. She was hit by seven waves, one after the other. After the final, a wave of numbness set over her, as the phalluses dispelled, having accomplished their task, and absorbing Silfa's energy as payment.

Unaware to the both of them, Gryph had returned early. He had been standing there from the point when Silfa had used the dragon blood, which was much to his surprised, for he had only known them to be used by men for enlarging the length and width of the penis. It seems that dragon blood WAS a potent aphrodisiac.

Gryph had just been promoted to mage-captain of his platoon. The general had been much impressed with his performance, which seemed all the more better at the praises of his daughter, whom Gryph had been secretly making love to. After all, it could hardly be expected that a military man only keep company with his hands.

Now both had passed out from their exertions, Kyram having already come 6 times. Gryph had been standing there, dumbfounded, dripping pre-ejaculate through his mage's robes. He had always known of the Jhamadhar practice of pleasuring themselves with handmaidens, but never having witnessed it. Had he known that it would be such a libido enhancer, he would have invited Silfa to more of his lovemaking sessions with Kyram.

He could take it no more. He flickered his robes out of existence, and plunged his foot long phallus into Silfa's drooling hole. Silfa awoke with a start. Her first sight was that of her adoptive brother ramming his hard rod into her, and she didn't know whether to be afraid, or to be elated. At any rate, she decided to enjoy it for now, having not had her fill.

Kyram also awoke, and upon seeing her lover fucking her handmaiden, she kissed him full on the lips, pushing her tongue far past the treshold.

Gryph had not planned on the pleasures of two women at once. He gratefully accepted the attentions of both. His climax was building. A spell of delay kept him going. He needed the extra time. His left hand was exploring Kyram's left breast, and his right, the other. Silfa was nibbling his right nipple, her hands carassing his well defined abdominals. Kyram was rubbing her hands all over his back, rubbing the light brown hairs the wrong way, sending a tingly sensation down his spine.

Kyram suddenly bit hard on his shoulder, her own hard bud having had received attention, again, from Silfa's hands. She came again, her juices dripping onto the black granite floor. At the thought of that, Silfa came as well, her vaginal muscles clamping down hard onto Gryph's enourmous cock. A few pumps later, Gryph's spell broke down, having held back far more lust than it was meant to, and he orgasmed, pulling out at the same time, covering all three of them in a thick cream.

All three fell into an extremely exhausted heap.

Far away, High Priestess Andrienn of the Goddess Eroi, Goddess of Sexual Intercourse, grunted as she brought herself to orgasm. Watching the threesome through the glass pool was one of the priveleged of being the high priestess. The other being in ready supply of virile young males. But sometimes, one's own company was best.

Out.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

seductive muse...

Might as well do a little suggestive poetry.

Writer's foreplay, lolz.

Ambrosia

The slender figure unravels
Beneath the sheet I see her form
Her lightly smiling face
Dark raven hair flowing
She rises
The sheet falls off her breasts
Like running water
Revealing her silken skin
And flawless form
She beckons
I follow
Starting with a kiss
The deepest flow of honey
As we make passionate love
As fiery and soothing
As the finest ambrosia

Out.

dredged up....

Some works from last month. I was planning on expanding this story. It's heterosexual in nature, so it shouldn't offend TOO many of you. The original story was written for the MPH Young Writer's Search competition. My other story got shortlisted. As for this one, the original was a little less explicit, as you can probably tell. Notable about this post is that it was when I first figured out how to hide words in plain sight. Like, literally. Whatever.

Anyways, here's the post in whole full length glory.

Decided to write a little interesting something. You will notice a few long blank places. These are where explicit content is written, hidden so as not to offend conservative/underaged readers (do I have any of those?). If you want to read it, you know what to do. Anyways, here goes:

Leaving Behind

The year is 2030. Unlike the reality predicted by the ‘experts’, the world is not going to last for another 2000 years. Multiple misunderstandings and swift responses from the various warring clans that sprung up soon after the fall of the United Nations in 2015 had caused obliteration of whole populations. Large impact craters are all that were left of the nations that had refused to ally themselves to any of the clans. In fact, it was the apathy of these very nations that had caused the downfall of the old world order. In its place, a conglomerate of the world’s richest and most powerful people, who had for some reason or another refused to join with the clans, formed the Global Evacuation Initiative, or the GEI. With the resources at hand, they created a massive orbital relay station, with the intention to transport a select group of individuals through the warp technology developed to traverse wide distances instantaneously to a distant galaxy.

How do I fit into this picture? I am one of the select group of people to join the GEI’s plan on planetary relocation. It is not surprising that the majority of people chosen for this grand scheme were young people, mostly those aged below 18. No surprise at all, seeing how they were the least tainted by the clans’ propaganda. Also, it helped that I was one of the many young people who had been the brains behind developing the warp technology that would be our way to a better future for humankind. Educational quality had gone up considerably since the early 2000s. At levels once considered attainable only by elderly academicians, teenagers as young as 15 were making stunning discoveries in various scientific fields. Through their schemes, jealous older scholars had instigated the global leadership stance leading to the current situation.

I pack my personal effects into my extremely compact spatial-dynamics pack, a particularly useful invention of mine. My mind wanders to the realities of this now hostile world. Tears began to well up behind my dark eyes, with anger at the adults who were supposed to guide us but were too busy killing each other, sadness at having to leave my homeworld, and relief that I would soon be on another planet, where it had to be better than whatever was going on here. The pack floats gently over my bed, filled to the brim with all my essentials. I clip the palm sized device onto my left pocket, and sighing, took a good final look around the room in the GEI’s institute where I had spent the last 15 years of my 16 year life.

As my six foot frame stepped out onto the tree-sheltered boulevards that ran through the institute, I gazed beyond the laser fencing into the ruined townscape. What once used to be a gleaming city full of spectacular structures and literal floating gardens was now reminiscent of a 1990s doomsday movie. Maybe this was the very thing envisioned by the writers. Indeed, the only reason the institute was intact at all was because of the barrier shields placed around the perimeter, behind which we watched as the enemy clan warships dropped hydrogen bombs on the city. I brushed the images out of my head and continued towards the shimmering warp portal that would take me to the gathering point for the warp launch.

As I step onto the deck of the waiting area, a familiar hand clasps mine. Carmen, my sweetheart, grins wildly at me. Her beautiful face glimmers with the hope of a new future far away from marauding clan troops and the deafening hydrogen bombs. She had been the head scholar for work on the teleportation calculations, such a head for numbers as she had, and a beautiful head it was. It was there that I met her, and it was love at first sight. How the top scholar had fallen for a lowly mechanist was beyond me, but through her guidance and status, I accelerated through the ranks and became lead researcher for the warp engine design. With her as my muse, the design proceeded rapidly and the engine was ready in about a third of the expected two years. Of course, besides the intellectual tutelage, she was most invaluable in my studies of the more romantic nature, with many practical demonstrations, reinforced by playful touches in suggestive locations whenever we were together.

I pull her into a convenient corner room of the transport platform. Her soft hands trace a pattern on my back. She looks delightful in the leather outfit, even more so in this dimmed light. Our lips press close to each other. A slight intrusion from her part adds to the sensations of the moment. An increasing heat adds to the furiousity of the exchange. Her flesh is every bit as sweet as I remembered it last. Even with the bleak reality in the back of the people's minds, passion is every bit the part the concern of hormonal teenagers. We are no exceptions. My fingers sneak their way past the restrictive material of her clothes. She likewise has her delicate hands assist me out of my now suddenly uncomfortable pants. The falling of the fabric is in time with the unclasping of her gauzy undergarments, previously held up by luciously fruitful but not overabundant spherical forms. The passionate kissing does not slow down one bit throughout this. As our naked flesh presses together, the playful groping intensifies. I poise myself to take a downward strike.

I am knocked out of my reverie by a sharp explosion that rocks the entire platform. Figments of the imagination run wild in times like this. As it is the situation runs back to the current pressing issues. It seems that the clan warlords have issues about us leaving the planet with the only technology that could save anyone from the oncoming global apocalypse. Through the blackened windshield, we can see multiple scores of clan gunships flying towards us. A frantic alarm is sounded, and GEI fighters, what few we had, respond. The brave pilots who had not succumbed to clan propaganda had pledged their lives to seeing the GEI plan come to fruition. Many had children who were within the GEI’s select group. Carmen’s father is one of them.

As the GEI fighters cover us, the transport platform lifts off. Through the explosions, we can see our defenders fall like the noble warriors they were. I hold Carmen tight as she weeps silent tears as her father’s fighter goes down. In his sacrifice, an entire clan cruiser was downed, buying the transport enough time to leave the atmosphere. We approach the awaiting orbital relay, and even through the vacuum of space we can feel the shuddering of the titanic mechanisms latching onto the transport.

The shield barriers around the orbital relay go up. The reality beyond the shield begins to twist as the warp engine builds up the force needed to teleport us to that distant galaxy. The clan gunships blur out of vision as an ethereal silence descends on the relay. I kiss her softly, whispering the tales of a future yet to come. Her silent reply reflects that of all the others that have made it with us today: that what we have left behind is a reality now past, and the reality yet to come will be what we make of it, a future that we hope will not mirror our past. And there will be time enough to fulfill our fantasies with each other.

Done. There. I hope those of you interested enough would have read the censored bits, though I do not advocate doing so to those under aged. Of course, I always like all my work to be crituqued, and all feedback is most welcome. Evon, if you read the blacked out bits, don't take it too literally, lolz. It's writing. Not reality. And my reality is usually a lot kinkier and sexier than that, lolz. I love you, darling.

Out.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

lemon meringue...

This is taken from quicksilverlining. You probably know that.

Warning: this is quite explicit, and should not be read by anyone who would rather not have anything to do with homosexual activity of any sort, including sordid descrptions of purely fictional characters in a poorly fashioned environment doing kinky things that they technically wouldn't be doing if they weren't gay. In other words, don't read unless you really want to. The words are now hidden, and a blatantly obvious method should be used to view it. Do not ask why. Suffice to say, it is out of sheer boredom.

Note: this in no way indicates the author's sexual inclinations, only the author's proclivity to writing as a skill rather than a reflection of any personal opinion of the author. And also to show off. Meh.

As he cracked the eggs on the side of the large porcelain bowl, Kimi turned his head to look at his lover.

Youri was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the large screen in front of him. Desperate Housewives was his favourite show, but lately, it was getting bland. He yawned, flicked the TV off, and scratched his bare stomach, a well defined row of washboard abdominals.

Kimi continued his work, grinning like how a newly married wife would at the thought of her husband. He picked up the flourbag and started pouring the contents into the bowl.


Youri had been sneaking up on Kimi, and just as Kimi began pouring the flour in, Youri pounced. His strong fingers found their way to Kimi's naked ribs, sending a shock to the baker. Kimi dropped the bag, and instantly they were both white from head to toe. The eggs and lemon juice that was painstakingly squeezed spilt onto the floor.

Kimi turned round, with an annoyed look on his smooth, flawless face.

"Oh, great, Youri. Now you made a big mess. Everything's all messed. And if I clean up this mess now, the lemons will go brown and my meringue will be all spoilt."

Youri just loved that annoyed look. He pressed his hands on Kimi's chest. It was smooth from the flour. His hand glided across Kimi's boyish chest in the most suggestive manner.

Kimi swatted his hand away.

"Not now, Youri. I've still got this mess to clear up. And thank you for not offering to help. Much."

Despite his obvious annoyance at Youri's interference, it was also clear that Kimi was quite receptive to Youri's subtle hint. Except to Youri, whose thick skull and imperceptive manner had caused more than one failed relationship. Kimi was the only one who could tolerate him long enough to agree to be his lover.

Youri walked back to the couch dejectedly. He decided he was sleepy, and peeled off his long pullstring pants. He always slept in the nude.

Kimi took off the apron. He was now totally naked. With his hands on his slender hips, he lightly tilted his brunette head to the left to survey the damage Youri had caused. It was then he decided that it was too much to bother with, and besides, he should make Youri help clean the mess up.

He walked over to Youri's sleeping form, and pushed the couch over. Youri fell out, but remained asleep, absolutely in character of his thick skulled nature. Kimi dragged him by the feet to big mess of egg, flour and lemon juice and began rolling him around in it. Still, the muscular body of Youri did not stir one bit.

Kimi stood back to survey his artwork. Youri was a huge mess. An absolutely delicious one. But something else was missing.

"Sugar. And some cinammon."

Kimi dusted a thin layer of cinammon powder on Youri's face, stomach, and crotch. Then he poured a whole cupful of sugar on his feet and hands and a light dusting on his head. As a finishing touch, he placed a single large glaced cherry on Youri's delectable lips.

"Absolutely good enough to eat."

He began with the face. The cherry was first to go. And soon the tongue went pass the lips to see if anything was missed. Youri willingly, though unconciously, parted his lips ever so slightly. Kimi wondered if he was actually awake. No. From the sight of his dribbling organ at the other end, Youri was having a wet dream.

"I wonder if it's about me," Kimi thought, as he began to work his way down to Youri's muscular chest. He'd be almost jealous of Youri's muscular bod, if he not had been his lover. Kimi's whole family had always been slight of build, and his own body reflected that inheritance.

His tongue licked the slippery sweet-sour coating of sugar, flour, egg and lemon juice off Youri's now erect nipples. Wow, must be some dream.

Youri grunted. His hands shifted to his cock, and with a slight rubbing, similar in manner to a guy adjusting his gear after taking a leak, he placed them rather awkwardly onto Kimi's back.

Kimi almost collapsed under the weight of his heavy arms. Youri's whole body was extremely well built, his upper body especially. Youri had been a gymnast with the state, and as such was well accustomed to strenous upper body workouts. With enormous, but well defined, biceps and triceps, and bulging forearms, Youri could heft his massively built body around the equipment with ease.

Youri's hands began to crawl down Kimi's back, as Kimi continued to clean Youri's chest, inch by inch. Suddenly, Kimi felt his ass being spread by Youri's strong hands. Oh, just wonderful, he thought. Another one of Youri's extremely physical (and realistic) dreams. His fingers continued their way around the crack of Kimi's ass, occasionally slipping inbetween them, giving Kimi sudden (but very pleasurable) shocks.

Still asleep, Youri grabbed Kimi's head and forced them down to Youri's now fully erect and throbbing cock. With that, the large piece of meat plunged into Kimi's gaping mouth, almost gagging him.

"Hmm, it DOES taste like lemon meringue!"

Even in his sleep, Youri was an extremely physical person, and although not given to sleepwalking, was definitely given to sleep fucking.

On the verge of orgasm, Youri suddenly stopped. His eyes opened suddenly, and a confused look crossed them. Kimi, still recovering from the oral rape he had just undergone, could pretty much say nothing. The look of confusion passed, and Youri fell asleep again.

Kimi sat back, his mouth dribbling a slick and slimey mixture of pre-cum, egg, flour, lemon juice, sugar and cinnamon powder. It all tasted very weird together. He sat awhile to catch his breath, then got up to get a mop.

Without warning, Youri's large hands caught him again, and forced him into a doggy position. His butt cheeks spread again, Kimi winced as he prepared himself for some rough (Youri was never too refined, even when awake) penetration.

Youri slammed all nine inches of his horse cock into Kimi's tight hole. At the end, his large scrotum slapped noisily against Kimi's ass. This hammering continued in a most frenzied manner. Crude as he was, Youri was not entirely inconsiderate. His right hand was running the length of Kimi's pencil dick, moving in the same rhythemic motion of his pounding.

Kimi didn't know whether to enjoy this or be annoyed. He still had a mess to clean up, and dinner to cook. That would have to wait, as he felt his, and Youri's, climax build. They both exploded at the same time, with Kimi's warm ejaculate spilling all over the already messy floor, and Youri's cream filling Kimi's anal cavity and spilling out.

His eyes still closed, Youri let go of Kimi and fell onto his back with a contented sigh. He mumbled, "oh, that was so good, Ayumi..."

"Ayumi?!?"

Kimi got up, gave a sharp kick to Youri's nuts, and strode out of the house, totally naked, leaving behind a yelling Youri, a large mess on the floor, and the lemon meringue he had made the day before in the fridge.

That was weird.

Out.