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The Shinigami and the Moon Prince

by kanna-hime

Bodaire Sahalazar is a demon that has been cursed, and requires a certain state of being to fix him, can Solarity, the enslaved moon prince, rescue him from his fate

Category: Romance - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Erotica, Fantasy, Romance - Warnings: [V] [X] - Published: 2006-11-29 - Updated: 2006-11-29 - 1244 words
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Title: The Shinigami and the Moon Prince.
Author:
Summary: Bodaire Sahalazar is a demon that has been cursed, and requires a certain state of being to fix him, can Solarity, the enslaved moon prince, rescue him from his fate.
Rating:NC17
Status: chapter 1- Solarity.
Disclaimer: all characters in this story belong to me and engage in man x man sex.
Authors notes & Warnings: Yaoi, oral, cursing, slavery, fantasy.

I know this may seem boring now, but wait it gets interesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Bodaire Sahalazar sat at his beautifully hand crafted throne of gold and jewels, flocked by thousands upon thousands of rotting skulls and decaying bodies, and surveyed his surroundings, with bored ..eh um. eyes for the umpteenth time,
The stretched and patch worked skin of many flayed humans decorated his floor and walls as a grotesquely artistic wallpaper, the rug that led to his throne was weaved with thousands of children fingers, and was lined by ruby incrusted skulls, he was flanked by two enormous vases, bearing the long bones of long dead and dried human beings.
He was surrounded by death and he reveled in its delicious aroma, the poignant fragrance of rotting flesh never failed to arouse him.
He sat on his throne , poised in robes of ruby blue, the chain mail he wore glittered in the light emanating from the torches, that lit the ostentatiously macabre room.
Thus was his life and this was the way he lived it, albeit he was alone , he would always be alone,
He looked down at himself and sigh miserably, his entire body from the top of his skull to the tip of his skeletal toes ,he looked like a corpse, his eyes were large ebony sockets, luckily no-one would have to stomach the sight of him, for he wore a long black veil. It added to his domineering and mysterious aura, whether he like it or not he was the Grieving King and that was who he was.
It seems like he'd been this way for forever, a twist of fate, or the twisted fates, the trio of doom that held human life, their existence by a thread. Being who he was and his authority in the Underworld, he had persons to report to , just as people reported to him, he was responsible for the grim reaper and the soul reapers were all his subordinates. His job was to make sure and deliver the expected number of souls to his master before a certain time. There was one day, if you call it that, there isn't any real time down there, that there was an extremely large batch coming in , tsunami victims, the fates were in a pissy mood from wielding that great lug of an iron-wrought scissors at such a great pace, that "day" was very traumatic indeed. Seeing that drowned or buried alive victims were the worst of the lot, had mud or dirt but usually water poured out of every crevice, it was disgusting yet fascinating in a cruel way. However, there was a pile up, and the fates and his superiors weren't impressed, he ended calling the fates by names he wouldn't repeat, and they cursed him, it was painful.
His flesh was torn off by seemingly invisible hands, his hair and ears and everything was taken away. His eyes was plucked out, he had never felt anything so horrible, since the time that he served as punishment when he just got here, to imagine the pain was impossible , he was left like that until, quoting the fates
His" partner will set him free from the absolute atrocity of his condition". yeah right like he was going to even get a partner in this condition.

He was currently on a" leave of absence ", its been a couple hundred years, maybe thousands since he'd been this way. He was used to it, giving up on finding a partner, as a matter of fact it had put him off women altogether, and he didn't like guys. Much.


"Hey brother, look what I got you". Entered kariri , my sister only relative I hadn't killed, kinda regretted it at times, the not killing her.
"Yes, kariri what do you want ? "I asked her,
" I brought you a gift"
"Really?" He drawled
"Yes, I got it, from a friend" she informed
"yes, well, what is it?" I snapped
And she ordered him to be brought in ,if I had eyebrows, they would be in my hairline, if I had hair.
He was beautiful, no. ethereal .
His long white hair, hung to his narrow waist , he was small, his lips looked ripe, and soo fucking kissable , I was itching to put something , preferably piece of my anatomy, between them. His head as hung, avoiding eye contact, out of respect.

I was so engrossed in my 'present' that I hadn't seen the sly smirk that adorned kariri 's face, before she , oh ,so conveniently disappeared .

"And what is your name, slave?" I asked, genuinely curious ,

"solarity, my lord" he replied, clear yet so timid voice , music to my ears.
His voice sent shudders along my bones, to my now hardening staff, the only part of me still human, I mused bitterly.
"Come to me , solarity" I commanded
The beautiful angel before me, strode forward at my biding, and stood at the stairs before my throne, being at a respectful distance.
"and have you , ever, pleasured a man, solarity" I asked, thinking completely with my dick.
" yes, my lord" he replied, and I found myself overcome with jealousy, at the man that took, him, before me
"look at me, slave" I ordered, stressing on his title, a hard edge in my voice.
He raised his head, and looked at me, wine colored eyes captivated me, the misery and sadness was evident, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms about him and keep him safe. But the little Bodaire between my thighs took over.
" you are going to kneel before me, and you are going to take my cock deep into your mouth, aren't you, solarity" I questioned demandingly , the idea coming from absolutely no-where.
"y-yes my lord" he stuttered shakily , before seating himself on the floor at my feet, his steady hands unbuckling my mail overcoat, and slid into the robes that I wore to cover my body, or lack thereof.
His lithe hands enclosed me, and somehow reverently solarity bowed, and enveloped me into the wet heat, that was laying beyond those beautiful lips.
I gasped and squirmed like a virgin as solarity' s head, bobbed up and down so fast that it began to hurt on the down stroke. I just knew I was going to cum soon, I didn't want to seem green to solarity, since I had ordered him to suck me off.
"ooooh, Oh....OOOh..nnznnngh, FUCK......YEAH, Harder" I whimpered loudly and lewdly, looking down person working feverishly between my thighs, my ebony sockets facing upward, I was gasping for air, it was that intense. If I had eyes, I would have cried at the sheer pleasure of it. I screamed, loudly as I came into my lover's magical mouth. Solarity wiped the excess semen from his mouth gingerly with his sleeve, sitting patiently for bodaire to ask something else of him, he sniffed miserably , and wiped his mouth again.
I heard the sniff and promptly fell off of cloud nine. He looked into solarity's large wine red eyes and sighed.



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