Ambrosia2

Ailill was laid out on a slab of stone as other men around him were as well. A few of the other men were cringing as some symbol was burned into their flesh. Ailill could feel someone leaning over him then a burning sensation on his hip. His eyes went wide as the pain coursed through him then he passed out.

[FYI this is a flashback]

Fingers lazily trailed down his spine barely touching the skin but just enough to give him goose bumps. A hot mouth came down on the back of his neck wetting the area as the tongue flicked out to taste the beads of sweat gathering on the pale flesh. His body shook on it's own accord as one of the hands came under it sliding down to his erection. The man's own erection was rubbing against his unprepared hole. He whimpered as his body was invaded willing himself not to cry for he should be use to this. This was not the first man to do this to him. He bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood. The metallic taste wasn't foreign to his mouth but each time it still surprised him. The man above him was thrusting madly in and out of him each time tearing deeper into his body that had only began to heal from the last time someone had done this to him. He could hear the merchant laughing as he watched this but his laughter soon stopped as he began to pleasure himself excited by the sounds of the elf's screams. The elf didn't even realize he was screaming but that seemed to be an automatic reflex. It wasn't long before the larger man slumped down almost crushing the elf's spine with his weight.

"That was a good test ride. I'll take him."

[End of flashback]

A cool rag on his hip brought him back to the world of wakefulness. Someone was gently running their fingers through his hair and he knew immediately it was Katalia. He looked into her blue eyes to see worry displayed there. He wondered why she was worried but didn't want to ruin this comfortable silence that had fallen between them. He liked having her so close to him, touching him. He'd never enjoyed one's touch before and wanted to revel in it before the feeling of foreboding could creep up on him again.

"I'm sorry Ailill Aniketos but you'll have to be going back with the male tribe. There is nothing I can do now that you have been marked with the melted ruby. You must compete and that is the only way you'll be able to come back with my tribe." He sat up throwing his arms around her when she tried to walk away.

"Please don't leave. I don't understand. You said I could stay as long as I wanted." She held him to her so she wouldn't have to look in his eyes afraid that if she did one more time she'd disgrace her tribe.

"I know but it is out of my hands. Ailill you must establish your place in the tribe by competing in the main event of the coupling ceremony. Should you win you earn stay with my tribe for the rest of your life. Should you lose you will be chosen as a mate for one of the other women but must stay with the male tribe. Do you understand Ailill?"

"Yes but I don't want to."

"I'm sorry you have to go now." Katalia tried to let him go but he grabbed tighter to her refusing to let her leave.

"Please I want to be with you." His head raised and she pursed her lips at seeing the sadness displayed on his features. Katalia couldn't understand it but it killed her to see him in such pain. Ailill stood pulling her tightly to him and lowering his head to capture her lips in a maddening kiss. Katalia's arms between them pressed onto his chest. Emary came in a delightful little smirk on her face as she told the men to take away Ailill. Katalia reached for him as he did her but the men were having none of it.

"Tsk, tsk dear sister you were shaming the tribe. You know you must wait till the ceremony for your potential mate."

"They'll kill him Emary."

"No they won't. I wouldn't have entered him in the tournament if I didn't think he could win."

"You entered him? What's wrong with you? You know he has only recently mastered the sword and that is what one needs to survive the tournament! Get out of my sight you idiot! You never think things through Emary! If he dies so do you!" Katalia had let her rage get the best of her and immediately regretted it at seeing how Emary cried just before she ran off. Katalia dropped down to the floor letting her skirt pool at her sides and pulled her legs up to her chest. Burying her face in her bended knees she cried.

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"I'm not like the little elf you fool. You have no clue what you're getting yourself into." Andrei was surprised at those being the first words he heard when he entered his room. He looked at the bed his brows furrowing as it looked like it was not Coren who was chained to his bed but a naked blonde elf. Andrei almost squealed in delight as he looked upon the pale flesh given an ethereal glow by the moonlight that shown in. Andrei strutted towards the bed like a tiger inspecting his kill. His darker hands roamed up the smooth chest completely exposed to him eliciting a little laugh from the elf. Andrei licked his lips as he crawled over the elf who only kept that wicked smile on his face.

"So what are you like then?"

"For one cunning." Andrei's eyes went wide the elf was now on top of him while he was chained to the bed. He thrashed only causing the elf to laugh insanely and then groan as Andrei's thrashing teased a very sensitive area.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Ahriman. Remember it so you can scream it out later." With that said Ahriman dipped down delving his tongue into Andrei's mouth while his hands reached up under his shirt. Andrei had never been dominated and though he would later deny he quite enjoyed the ministrations the elf laid upon him. Ahriman was grinding his groin against Andrei's clothed one feeling the bulge there. He laughed as he pulled away standing at the foot of the bed letting Andrei once again get a glimpse of his delicious body. Ahriman looked up at the full moon in the sky and laughed to himself as if he had just spited someone. Andrei whimpered even though it was against his principles but he wanted to fuck the elf through the bed so badly that his stupid principles didn't matter. Ahriman looked at him with a devious little smile as he trailed his hands down his own body. He held his thick shaft in his hand tossing his head back as he teased himself and his one man audience. Andrei began to thrash again almost making Ahriman fall off of the bed. Ahriman sucked his teeth in disapproval as he propped himself over Andrei.

"You fucking bastard when I get free I'm going to make you wish you were dead."

"Really? Oh my I can't wait." Even as insane as he appeared and was Ahriman was the embodiment of beauty. Hips slender connected to a washboard stomach kept his lithe form well proportioned and drool worthy. Andrei would agree had he not been preoccupied with the feel of slender fingers on his arousal. Ahriman laughed as he ripped open Andrei's clothes letting the man lie beneath him just as exposed as he was. Andrei felt something teasing at his entrance and his eyes closed tight as that something thrust inside his unprepared tightness. The pain was soon overcome with pleasure as that spot inside of him was hit over and over again. Ahriman held to Andrei's hips so roughly that his nails drew blood. He kept thrusting in and out forcing Andrei to move his hips in tune to his rhythm. His tongue hung slightly over his lips as he had his head low letting Andrei stare at the sunshine crown. Andrei arched further up letting Ahriman sink deeper inside of him. A hand came around his forgotten member squeezing tight and pumping roughly. He would've cried out had he not been so confused by the mixture of pain and pleasure. He had never experienced something so sweet. Time had no meaning as Ahriman continued to take Andrei to new unexplored heights. Andrei had fallen asleep with the elf still thrusting into him. Ahriman laughed he knew stupid humans couldn't keep up with the stamina of an elf that was probably why he had constantly beaten the dark haired elf, the boy was still full salute when he went down. Ahriman only laughed harder as he pulled out completely only to thrust in again roughly. Andrei had already cum more times than he could count but Ahriman had yet to. Finally he felt himself ready to explode and held to Andrei's thighs bringing them up around his hips. The force of which he came shook his entire body as well as Andrei's waking the exhausted man long enough for him to see the smirk of conquest on his face. Ahriman slumped down onto the human biting down on his collarbone marking him as his whore. Now Andrei would know the humiliation Ailill and every other that had been brought to warm his bed felt. As Ahriman slept his hair began to darken, his skin gained a little more color and his face became innocent once again. It was now Coren lying over an exhausted Andrei their bodies still joined.

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"Miss Kat!" Katalia turned smiling at the little boy that ran towards her clad in only a long shirt. She bent down to pick him up letting him kiss her cheek. He wrapped his small arms around her neck and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Why does he nap only with you?" The boy's mother with hair a darker brown than his and a veil covering more than half her face rubbed his back gently.

"Phoenix loves me." She hugged Phoenix closer earning a little content sigh from him and a laugh from Jade, his mother. They walked together silently looking around as the tribe made preparations for the upcoming coupling ceremony. Jade sat down now that they were a bit away from the group she felt more confident. Katalia laid Phoenix down on the shawl she had been wearing making sure he was close enough for them both to keep an eye on. Katalia nodded her head and Jade removed her veil to show that from the bridge of her nose down there were burn scars.

"They've been bothering me lately is there anything you can do?" Katalia pulled the pouch she always wore at her side and opened it taking out a small container.

"It's not much but it helps me whenever I have a stubborn scar. It soothes the scar and in mild cases even erases it. I'm sorry Jade." Jade took the little container and shook her head no.

"It's not your fault. And thank you for this." She put her veil back on and picked up her son leaving Katalia sitting there alone. She looked over at the boundaries of the female tribes' land trying to see the males as they began the first rounds of the contest for the queen's companionship. She wondered how Ailill was doing and if he had even survived his first battle.

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The swords sang as they flew through the air both aiming to kill. The clash of the metal rang in the ears of the onlookers who had never seen such an amazing warrior as the one with his raven hair braided back out of his face. The braid swished back and forth as he abruptly turned slicing forward with his sword his opponent only barely jumping over the broad blade. The men couldn't understand it the sword was almost bigger than he was yet he handled it as if it were a mere feather. The other man dove down with his thinner sword poised to drive through the smaller man's neck but with unfathomable speed the target moved. He landed on his feet looking around for the other man seeing nothing but the battle ground he smiled.

"He's run away he's disqualified."

"Think again." He looked up at the source of the voice and almost soiled himself in fear but the broad sword only knocked his weapon out of his hands not sliced him as he had expected. He opened his eyes looking into green eyes that bore right through him. Ailill pulled the sword away from the man's neck and put a hand out to help him up. Out of respect the man took the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled onto his feet.

"So you spare this man?" Ailill nodded his head once as he had done for every man he had fought today he'd spared this one. He would not shed any blood it was not the way to earn the beauty he fought to get back to. He pushed back the few strands that had fallen out of his braid and took on a fighting stand to take on the next opponent. The other men shook their head no they already knew which woman they wanted as their mate and did not have as high standards as the others that had lost before them. Ailill nodded his head relaxing and bowing in respect to the men before him and they all began to cheer.

"Well this is the first time that's been over this quick! Let's celebrate and then Ailill you will have to be taken to prepare for the coupling! The best part of it all!" The leader of the tribe patted Ailill so hard on the back that he fell over and the men in the tribe could only stare in shock. That simple gesture had him sprawled on the floor after having defeated ninety men one after another with a broad sword that most likely weighed twice as much as he did. Ailill got up quickly wiping himself off and smiling at those who stared at him trying not to burst into laughter.

"Well shall we go celebrate?" That did it they all laughed so hard they held their bellies and Ailill only stood there wondering who had told a joke. The leader was the first to recover draping an heavy arm over Ailill's shoulders and guiding him away from the group. Ailill stood silently awaiting the man to speak since he had been the one to bring him over here.

"It's the first time we've had one not of this tribe win the tournament and in such a short time. You're very much an amazement to us but we all knew of your coming it has been told to us in legend. 'One of the mystical creatures shall come forth to mate with the gem of the nations. They will create a child of immense knowledge and skill. The child will change the world be it good or evil shall depend on the two that will influence his life. The evil and the good.' Which are you?" Ailill only looked at him not sure what to say.

"Don't worry about it boy with the mercy you displayed you are obviously the good one. I just wonder who is the evil for it cannot be the lovely Katalia who runs the female tribe now. I have known that girl since the moment she began her rituals to establish herself as future queen. If you're not aware they begin as soon as the child leaves infancy, when they can walk on their own. I know she is not evil for she only kills if it is absolutely necessary or she feels the aura of the person is evil."

"Katalia can read auras?" The man nodded his head smiling a bit as if he were the only one who knew this.

"Ever since she was born. She'd cry when anyone with a dark aura came near her. No one knows how she got such a gift for no one else in the history of the tribe has had such a gift. The goddess must really love her. Maybe she is the spawn of the goddess and the god that is also mentioned in our prophecy. 'One originating directly from the loins of the all mighty who protect and watch over us. That one will be the deciding point to it all. The medium between the evil and the good.' She might be but the prophecy has been read in many different ways so we can't be too sure." Ailill nodded his head stepping away from the other man and looking out at the scenery before them.

"How am I to prepare for the ceremony now?"

"First you must purify yourself after that we'll take care of it."

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The barrier to protect the tribes from any attacks during the vulnerable moments that would follow this night were put up. The fire began and the two tribes gathered at the border that separated their two lands dancing around the fire with their chosen one. They stopped as the sensual beating of the drums began and a path was cleared. With his hair wild about him a golden headband with a red ruby pressing down to the bridge of his nose Ailill walked the path set for him. He was almost naked his body painted gold and intricate designs in red ink all over his body. The dancers rocked around him seeming to be praising him as he passed. Anticipation was getting to him he wanted to run into the little hut where he knew Katalia lay awaiting him but that would seem as disrespect and he dared not shame the tribes.

Katalia lay on the bed of furs dressed in a gown of red laced on both sides down to her hips. She wore her usual gold and ruby tiara her skin painted gold with symbols of her royal status inked onto her skin. She sat up folding her legs behind her as she stared at the entrance awaiting the one who would make her into a woman. Her blue eyes came up to gaze at the one who had caused the bell curtains at the entrance to chime and she almost cried in joy. Ailill smiled as he made his way to the bed moving like a tiger on the prowl as he crawled his way to her. Katalia lay back in sync with his motions to allow him to prop himself over her with his body between her legs. He traced her lip with his thumb and she parted her mouth slightly unsure of what to do. Ailill smiled as he leaned down to tenderly kiss her his hands making their way to her hips sliding the skirt of her dress up. He left it bunched on her stomach as she lay half exposed to him now. This was a new experience for them both, he had never been in control and she had never known a man.

With quick fingers he massaged the nest of curls between her legs smiling at the way her body shuddered when he did so. He'd always wondered how a woman's body felt compared to a man's and he loved the softness of it. Every little part of her body looked to be firm but when caressed the skin was so soft his fingers slid across it as if silk were falling down his hands. He untied the top of her dress baring her chest to him and brought his mouth down on one of the mounds teasing the other with his hand. Katalia lifted her hips up to rub against him and he moaned causing her body heat to rise even more as that vibration teased her hardened nub. Ailill pulled his mouth away a little bit of saliva clinging to his lips. Katalia tugged on his loincloth smiling in satisfaction as the prize presented itself to her. She opened her legs a bit wider allowing Ailill to ease himself into her heat while his mouth stayed locked on hers. She arched up as he buried himself to the hilt gripping the fur beneath her to calm the pain she felt. Ailill stayed completely still seeing the cringe in her face and not wanting to hurt her. This had to be memorable not just because it was her first time but because it was her best time. He kissed the tears on her cheeks away and she opened her eyes to look at him as she unattached her hands from the death hold they had on the furs. Ailill groaned in pleasure as she held his hips moving him back and forth in a slow motion that let her get used to his size. He pushed his upper half up using his hands to keep himself from falling on her and pulled out of her. Hearing a little whimper from her he smiled then thrust into her earning a moan that resembled his name. Katalia held tight to him moving in rhythm with his thrusts and crying out his name as if they were composing a song. Ailill kept whispering little things to her that she didn't even register as she had let herself fall into a world of euphoria. He moved in and out of her heat keeping himself propped up while she had her arms loosely wrapped around his neck her back off the bed.

Ailill sat back pulling Katalia with him and keeping one arm just above her behind making her bounce up and down on him. She threw her head back following his manipulation of her body and gripping his shoulders as she continued to move with him. He nibbled on her breasts which were level with his face and she moaned loud enough to wake the dead. She bent herself back so she could hug him while moving up and down on his erection. He put a hand on her back rubbing it while kissing her shoulder. He felt her body start to twitch and her inner walls tighten around him and he smiled into her shoulder as he felt her first of many orgasms.

He laid her back on the bed putting her ankles up on his shoulders and thrusting back into her heat. The feel of it enveloping him was something he wanted to last forever. He closed his eyes for a second seeing an indescribably beautiful face surface from memories he couldn't really understand.

'And forever it shall be you and I my little one or maybe not so little I should say. Our bodies will unite like this again and again. The union that our souls have eternal represented in the locking of our bodies. If only we could stay this way forever.' He looked at Katalia as she found release again and he grabbed tightly to the furs as his body went rigid. He shook with the force of his climax letting himself drop onto her and holding her to him. She sighed as she closed her eyes completely spent and thoroughly satisfied. Ailill smiled just laying there refusing to separate his body from hers as he was not done filling her yet. He lifted her up as he felt himself getting hard again and she looked at him through half lidded eyes.

"Again?" He nodded his head sitting back with her on his lap her back pressed against his front. He positioned her at an angle to prepare to slide into her heat again but she stopped him turning her head slightly to look at him.

"Is it like this with all men?"

"What does that matter you'll never find out. We belong to each other right?" She nodded her head turning back to face the front and arching up as he slid inside of her again. She yelled out his name her release coming fast as he had seemed to hit the perfect spot. He smiled as he kept hitting that spot watching her cum again and again. To say the least by the end of the night Katalia could barely move while Ailill stroked her hair watching her sleeping face. In his mind there were many more nights like this to come in hers there were only lights flashing before her eyes.

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Coren fell to the floor groaning as if he had just had the best orgasm of his life. Andrei grabbed his arm making sure not to hurt him for if he did it would show on Ahriman and Ahriman did not like having his skin marred. Coren dug his nails into Andrei's skin as he still rode that unexplainable wave of pleasure. Andrei held back the urge to slap Coren and pulled his hand away from the hilt of his sword with much effort. Ahriman had told him killing Coren would only bring on a worse fate for Andrei and Andrei dared not imagine what could be worse than the shame Ahriman constantly put him through. Coren panted as he got to his feet only to fall back again gripping his head this time. Andrei cursed knowing what was happening as Coren threw his head back screaming like he was being torn inside. The innocent look of his face gave way to the ever present wicked seductiveness of Ahriman. He laughed as he stood up wiping off his clothes, his laugh deepening when he realized what the white stuff on his breeches was. Ahriman stopped laughing looking as if he'd just been slapped then let out a delighted scream grabbing Andrei by the collar.

"He's alive! He's fucking alive! And fucking! Hmm but who? I must find him and remind him that he belongs to me." He let go of Andrei striding to the white mare that had been given to him by Andrei's orders though Andrei had been on a leash at the time.

"Maybe you should bathe first." He glared at Andrei as if saying 'did I give you permission to speak?' then his expression softened.

"Yes I should I want to be all clean for him. Just like he will me. He always did like to be so clean only letting me dirty him. Yes I will have him once again." Andrei wondered who this him was but he was given no chance to ask as Ahriman all but skipped away looking for a spring.

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"Something so strange I feel. I feel you lying here beside me but there is another warmth coursing through me. Another presence altogether that I should remember. That my heart tells me I should cherish. Who could this be? Katalia my heart should have only space for you." He kissed the top of her head and she subconsciously cuddled up closer to him. Emary came running into the hut looking as if the devil had been chasing her.

"Get up! Both of you get dressed and out of here! Hurry!" She tossed clothes onto the bed looking behind her as if to make sure no one was chasing her. Tapping her foot she waited on Katalia and Ailill to dress waving her hands around to rush them.

"What's going on?"

"You have to run the tribes are getting ready to execute both of you. Ailill why didn't you tell us you were [find latin word for soul]? Do you know the damage you've caused?"

"I didn't know." Ailill looked at Katalia who could only shake her head sadly blaming herself for not having figured it out. The language it was of only that elven tribe, she should've known.

[Attempt at an actual plot. ::hugs self while laughing hysterically, men in white clothes come into the room with a bored look:: This girl again, damn didn't we just let her out last week?]