Warning: Chapter contains lemon.

I must be dreaming. I know that I'm dreaming. Because T'kali hasn't touched me in over a week, and he's touching me right now. He's more than touching me. He's fucking me.

My wrists are manacled with thick bands of iron and my arms are pulled up high above my head, so far that my shoulder blades are starting to protest the angle. My legs, too, are shackled, the heavy fetters spreading my legs wide and holding the front of my body tight against the wall. The pressure against my hardening penis is uncomfortable, but strangely welcome because T'kali's fingers are bruising the skin around my hips as he rubs himself against me.

With one hand, he spreads my butt cheeks and probes my opening with a spit slicked finger. He pops a second finger in past the tight ring of muscle, forcing another harsh breath from my lips. I cry out as he ruts against my leg, his fingers still stretching me and massaging the tense muscles of my insides.

Fangs scrape erotically over my skin, drawing thin lines of blood down my upraised arms. His tongue licks the trailing beads slowly while he adds another finger to his probing. A cold, much longed for trail of sticky pre-cum begins to leak from the wide head of his penis and down my thigh, drawing involuntary shudders of pleasure from my body.

“You are such a whore,” he murmurs darkly in my ear. His breath is cool and smells of blood as it skims along my cheek. I can almost taste his mouth on it.

“I'm going to fuck you so raw tonight, my sweet. I'm going to stretch that tight little pucker of yours until you scream for mercy. And then I'm going come and make you suck me off while my own cum is spilling down your tender thighs. And I'm going to do it again and again and again. I'm going to ravish you for all of eternity,” he whispers.

Oh God! I want to say. Yes, please, yes! Fuck me, T'kali! I want to say it, but I can't get the words out. And even if I could, I think they'd be lost among the moans coming from deep in my throat.

He withdraws his fingers from me and places himself at my opening. His head is still slick with pre-cum as it slides in, popping past the closed ring of muscle with much burning and pain on my part, but animal grunts of pleasure from T'kali as he fits himself as far in as he'll go.

For a moment, he rests inside of me, his long body draped casually over mine. If I could, I'd rock my hips back and force him to move, but the chains prevent me from doing much more than writhing helplessly against the wall and rubbing my throbbing penis against the hard surface.

Fuck me, please. God, fuck me!

T'kali's fangs pierce the tight skin of my throat mere moments before he starts to move. As he swallows down my blood, his hips roll back and forth, creating a delicious friction inside of my body and bringing a deeper moan to my lips.

He loses himself to his bloodlust and his control slips away. Finally, he moves the way I want him to.

As roughly as possible, he slams into me, throwing my body against the wall and bruising my sensitive flesh. I can feel blood trickling from the bite on my neck, but it's just another pleasant sensation in an endless loop of pleasure.

T'kali's head ramming into the special spot. The wall bruising my own groin and cheek. The lessening of that burning sensation as sweat and cum coat the insides of my hole. The absolute sense of safety that fills me as T'kali's seed begins to trickle out around him and trail in lukewarm lines down the backs of my thighs.

His fingers are rough as they bite into my hips. His fangs are a sharp pressure as they close around a new spot on the other side of my neck, marking me as his.

My own cum is running down the dark walls, the sapphire paint making it sparkle like the precious gem. The thick, glistening strands of semen coat the insides of my thighs and run in fat threads down towards my ankles. But there is pressure still on my groin, and I'm growing hard again as T'kali continues his merciless pounding into my body.

God! I want this to last forever. Here. Like this. With me against the wall and T'kali fucking me until I can't stand anymore. I want him to take me like this every night of my life. Nothing compares to the way he makes me feel when he does this. Nothing.

A warm, sweet wetness locks around the head of my penis, drawing a startled gasp from my lips.

I crack my eyes open as the dream shreds, leaving me stranded in a bleak reality without T'kali's touch. But that's his cruel face hovering over my erection. That's his warm mouth slicking my aching shaft with spit, sucking on the sensitive muscle.

T'kali draws back from me and sits back on his heels. His eyes are sparkling with something dark and dangerous, closer to violence than sex. It makes me shiver.

I reach down to cradle myself in small hands. My fingers look delicate wrapped around myself.

I need release. Something needs to stop this horrible ache in my body, and if T'kali isn't going to do any more than he's already done, then I'll have to do it myself.

His eyes light with a curious pleasure as I begin to tease myself. I watch him with lazy eyes as my hand dances slowly up and down the length of my shaft. My other hand wraps tightly around my sac and tugs viciously, seeking the bruising force of my dream. My hand speeds in its strokes.

My breath starts to come in fast pants and my stomach muscles bunch in preparation for orgasm. Milky fluid begins to leak from the slit in my head, spilling down over my hand and shaft. T'kali watches it fall with hungry eyes, his own penis starting to grow erect. His hands twitch towards his groin, but he restrains himself.

I stop myself just a second before I lose control and spill myself over my stomach and chest. I put pressure on my testicles instead and squeeze a hand tight around my shaft. Cum is squeezed from my body in seductively slow movements, and when at last the spasming of my muscles stills, I'm covered in semen.

T'kali is rock hard, the beautiful lines of his penis drawing my attention. I flip onto my stomach without think and crawl towards him, panting and sick with desire. I want him so badly that it's a physical pain originating from somewhere deep within my body.

Still, he remains motionless, watching me only with curious eyes, even as I lower my head and take him into the warm recesses of my mouth. He tastes of sweat, pre-cum, and something I can't properly describe, something that is uniquely him. Or maybe something borrowed from teenaged whores.

That thought fills me with dark feelings and a hard kind of anger, but I ignore it. I have no right to be jealous of the other men he visits. He isn't mine. He's only a master.

I'm here for his pleasure. That's all.

But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself as well.

A/N: Oops. Forgot the author's notes the first time around.

To Scream: Hee. =3 I like the nickname, too. I almost slipped in the last chapter, though. T'kali nearly called Akuji 'pet', and he won't be doing that till later.

To dis: Lmao. It was pretty hot. Not gonna lie. And this chapter is especially for you, because your stories helped entertain me when I was procrastinating. So you deserve some action. x3

To Kaida: Urgh! I know what you mean about the writer's block. It's a seriously contagious disease. I had it over the weekend, thus the falling behind on my NaNo. I only just now caught up. T-T It's so hard to write three novels at once.