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Sins of the Past	By : Midnight16 Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 1723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
"What ever do you mean, Shalafi?" Dalamar looked up at Raistlin in utter amazement; he had never heard him talk like this before.
"Exactly what I said Dalamar. We will make him suffer greatly. Of this I swear." Raistlin stood up, pulling Dalamar up with him. Raistlin used his cloth to dry Dalamar's eyes. "Do not fret my lovely elf, soon you will be able to sleep in peace." He pulled the elf to him, covering his lips with his own. Dalamar responded to the gesture immediately, parting his lips to allow the other entrance. As their tongues fought for dominance, Raistlin backed Dalamar up against a wall. He broke the kiss abruptly, staring down at Dalamar with his now smoldering, golden eyes. "I do not know exactly what happened to you, but I'll be damned if it will ever happen again. Now, come to me my apprentice, and allow me to make you forget all that troubles you."
Dalamar leapt into Raistlin's open arms, and the two kissed again, more passionately than before. Dalamar gave himself completely to his master knowing that everything would all become a blur when the other man touched him. Raistlin's hands moved fluidly over the other's shoulders, releasing Dalamar of his robes. Raistlin stepped back and looked him up and down. Dalamar blushed furiously at his master's gaze.
"As always your radiant beauty takes my breath away." Raistlin moved forward slowly, welcoming Dalamar into his open arms. Dalamar moved swiftly to him wrapping his arms around Raistlin's sleek frame and, placing his lips firmly over Raistlin's, Dalamar took full comfort in the dominating nature of his master. Raistlin broke away from Dalamar, trailing his tongue up the other's neck to nibble on his earlobe
"Take me Shalafi. Please, make me forget about my past; if only just for now." Raistlin let out a low, guttural growl as he threw Dalamar against the counter. Drawing his hands down Dalamar's chest, Raistlin sank to his knees before the elf. Dalamar watched intently as his master's hands moved up and down his naked body, gently running his sharp nails over Dalamar's ribs and down his sides, over his hips and finally coming to his long, hard shaft. The master mage gently stroked the elf; his smooth hands moving agonizingly slow over Dalamar's fully ready member. Raistlin raised his gaze from the throbbing organ and fixed his coppery, golden eyes upon Dalamar's eyes of deep chestnut-brown and smiled. "Shalafi..." Dalamar whispered placing his hands on either side of Raistlin's face and letting his thumbs trace their way over the other's eyes. Dalamar sank to his knees beside Raistlin now, bringing them to sit at eye level with one another. "I love you." This was said in such a tone that Raistlin knew exactly what his little elf was thinking.
"Tut tut tut...now Dalamar, must we go into this again?"
"But Shalafi." Raistlin raised his finger and placed it upon Dalamar's full lips.
"Dalamar, I understand. There is now need to tell me what I already know." Raistlin carefully pulled Dalamar to him, placing him upon his lap. The golden mage wrapped his arms protectively around Dalamar's shoulders, allowing them to cross in the center of the other's chest. Dalamar felt his master's breath at his ear and shivered at his nearness. "I will always protect you my dark little nymph. I own you," he placed his fingers upon the bite marks at the base of Dalamar's neck. "Remember that. But also remember," Raistlin turned Dalamar in his arms. "That I gave myself to you as well." He tilted his head to the side, placing Dalamar's lips at the base of his neck.
Dalamar understood this gesture and did as he was silently bayed. Opening his mouth, Dalamar gently sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of Raistlin's exposed neck. Raistlin gasped and threw his head back in ecstasy. His breath came in shallow gasps and pants as Dalamar's teeth sunk deeper and deeper into his sensitive flesh. Raistlin's hand caressed Dalamar's chest, stomach, and than down. Lower and lower Raistlin's hand traveled, but just as Dalamar raised his bloody lips to encourage, to beg for his master's touch, he was thrown to the black marble floor and pinned where he lay.
Raistlin was atop the elf kissing him roughly, his hand gliding up and down Dalamar's smooth skin. Thin, ivory hands loosed the silk cord at Raistlin's waist, freeing him from his robes; he was hard, he was ready. Dalamar wrapped his legs around Raistlin's waist and sat up. Dalamar moved against him; his rigid cock grinding hard against Raistlin, enticing a loud moan. Raistlin dug his nails into Dalamar's shoulders, his sharp nails sinking deep into the flesh.
"Oh gods!" Dalamar panted heavily in Raistlin's ear. "Gods, Shalafi, take me. Make me forget, take me...teach me." Raistlin placed his hands firmly on either of Dalamar's shoulders and slammed him back onto the marble floor. Raistlin smiled cynically.
"Oh, I know what's next. You want me to fuck you my dark little nymph? Do you? Come beg me my apprentice. Make me want you. Give me reason to take you into such highs of physical pleasure that you will be blind and deaf to the world when I a m through." Raistlin hissed his commands, a sadistic sort of gleam glimmering in his metallic eyes. Dalamar wriggled and squirmed beneath the great mage, his desire building to unbearable measure.
"Shalafi, please...I beg you."
"You beg me what, apprentice?" Raistlin's hand grasped Dalamar's painfully erect cock and stroked it gently. Dalamar tossed his head back sucking in his breath though clenched teeth and moaning loudly. "Again, you beg me what?" Dalamar, not being in the proper state of mind to keep his words in the language of men, screamed his plea in his native tongue.
"Fuck me Master!"
Raistlin needed no more persuasion; he raised Dalamar's hips and thrust forward, sheathing himself fully in the elves' tight passage. Dalamar thrashed, writhing and screaming in ecstasy as Raistlin pounded into him again, and again, and again.
"Yes, that's it my dark lover, scream for me again!" Raistlin sank his sharp nails viciously into Dalamar's pale flesh. Dalamar groaned at the dark and pleasurable sensation created by his master's unnaturally sharp fingernails digging deeply into chest. Raistlin his flung head back and moaned as Dalamar tightened around him.
"If I must scream, then you shall join me, my golden mage." Dalamar panted as grasped Raistlin's wrist and brought it to his mouth, biting down hard. His efforts were well rewarded with a loud scream of delight and a low growl as Raistlin pounded into him with renewed fervor.
Dalamar felt the end upon him and began thrashing; clawing at the hard marble floor for something, anything to grab a hold of. Then, without warning, Dalamar let out an earth-shattering scream as his climax washed over him in waves of powerful ecstasy. Raistlin soon followed, his screams of pleasure mixing with that of his lover, creating a symphony of carnal lust and love, so powerful it could have deafened any within earshot. Spent, Raistlin collapsed next to Dalamar, panting to regain his breath. Dalamar lay flat on his back, his eyes shut, reveling in the after-sex glow. He could neither feel nor think of anything but his lover.
"Dalamar," Raistlin panted softly. "Dalamar come to me." Obeying his master, the elf rolled onto his side and crawled into Raistlin's awaiting arms. With Dalamar safely wrapped in his arms, Raistlin covered them with his heavy, black, velvet robe and they both fell into a deep sleep.
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