Hooded
There was a dream, was it another life? The veiled woman was praying in the House of the God, and suddenly, she took notice of him, high above the cliffs, on his noble steed, the knight in the shining armor. He went down, with steadiness. She had her prayers to complete. He entered on the horse, smiting the Doors open, and they were closing for the last time with the thunder and the bolt. He reached her, she rose her human sight and what she could see was the Elf-man, like no other, albeit, for each woman and man of mortality, the Elves were their fatality. He was woken up. What the? There is nothing of sand pools or any bathing? He was back, back where?
There was no Dragon with him, any of them? And he was even ungagged. What the? But, he wasn’t to be naked any longer, to prowl around and strut his bareness. Oh no, the freshly made by magic, the raiment was waiting, even the hood, which he will wear with the obedience, that is something that was the Assassin creed anyway. In their blood. Those were their beliefs and convictions, not to uncover your face for too much, for that is how you divulge everything else, there are some people in the North, whose saying is, the dead man has a few secrets, the flayed, has none. That is why, these were the preventive measures, but what he didn’t like about are the pair of cuffs, like a band of the circlets that are going around, to be pressed together and someone to pull you? To self? With him? Is every dream of his, just the indication what shall happen to him?! Were those all the hints or it is the segment of the knowledge he forgot? Is this really all coming to pass? When he turns around, chanced on he was with the one he was looking for, never to leave him alone for longer periods of the time, the trust must be earned. Swearing by the name of the Elves and Dragons in the honor of loyalty. He was as he remembers, the silver beauty of the sand. The plume was ever higher, the Dragon helm in its place, defining his humanlike traces, the silvered locks were the falls, and the rest of him was surging around!
- Have you had your respite?
- Why am I, unrestrained? Only to be reined in? – the elvish boots were making the slight noises when they moved. The Dragon Prince of the youth, was to the front of him.
His façade was up, and there they were, anon.
- It is just for a precaution. Your hands are much more savage and unsafe.
- Savage?! – Exalior had the rejoicing smile upon his countenance of the pure ivory.
The creamy – white snow.
And that was all his, even as a human, he can reckon that all what he was, all what he is now, it is still him and just like it was promised, he isn’t of the broken will, except he was tamed, he was being tenderized, lightened with the calmed thoughts and allayed in the naming the renewing Gods of the worlds that are beyond the walls, henceforth, he is remade as the new man, and still, it was just him, who also owned the Dragons, in the assorted passions, it isn’t every day, that you catch an eye of the Dragon, just by your name. He couldn’t even know anything about him, how he looked or how he talked, who he was as a person, and yet, he was fixated on him from the mere knowing that there is somebody he could own, just by having the tiding of the outstanding assassin.
- Why are you staggered? – I am not, but who is the savage between the two of us? – I wasn’t the one who savaged the Holy Papa. – It is said, the Holy Seat or His Holiness. – Never mind. – You watched, how? From where? – I am a shapeshifter, she was my fox and I was the common man. – You could be some of the dignitaries. – Ah, yes…there was someone like him… - There was another? – You will never know, but first things first, it isn’t something that directly affects you. – Everything impacts me. – Hm, a nice color of the voice. But, here and there, even when all is cleaned, I have in mind to silence you, just for the love of it. – That is your sexual appeal, but these…golden cuffs are manacling, it isn’t something by which you set loose, but you do cage. You had delivered me from one cage, and at this right moment, you have your aspiration to put me in another? – the humanoid Dragon sighs, he was the Dragon under the guise. – You will erelong learn, that when I want something of you, you do it, and as you see, all shall be done so. All shall be demonstrated by the force or by your will. You may choose. To have it your way, learning a lecture or lection, however you like, in the end, mine is last, or you comply and you have the sleek sail. – You mean flight?
- Either ways – he was so nigh, that he could close the space between them – I am getting what I want. – It is so pretty when you are taking the rights. – Nothing what you didn’t do for all this time. – I had the power to change, I am not the scrupulous and nitpicking owner. – Oh, so you do accede it.
- I am not conceding to anything. – You humans are choosy with the term of justness, you hurl it in the faces of those you judge, and yet, when you are tried, it is not savageness? It is the uprightness.
- What did you say?
- You do how it suits you. So, I have the power, and so I am the one who does what it pleases me. It is the circle of life for you. But it doesn’t have to be this way, there is another. The one that is easier, lighter for you. Simpler – he was in his featured human lines, very now – and the one doesn’t foist me to foist you. The one where you clothe yourself, do what is told, and you can have any freedom you wish, even to pass this, as simple as being cuffed. I cannot have you both. Only through mating, that is different, but I may have your mouth sealed or your hands fettered. It is your choice. – That is not the choice, you are bending me to your will! And…how can I know, that I won’t stay like this for some…centuries? – this made a humanoid Dragon smile, dazzled with the elvish one.
- So, you feel that it is coming, your immortalization? – I do not want to be evangelized by you. – I am a pious man. And I am both faithful and numinous. You shall be baptized into my faith as well, and there is nothing you can do. – I shall not practice it.
- You do not have to, the moment I make you immortal, the faith shall take you to its cuddling bosom and you shall belong to me, forever – he kissed him, seizing a fissure between them, claiming what is his to enjoy. – See? It can be so much more, and I am not robbing you of your specialty – the gloved hand has stroked his trembling lips – that is your fortitude, your forte. Your talent, you can even go back to your brotherhood, the subdivided sorority, or the mixed, but you are to be mine wherever you go, you will come back to me, you really do not have a wish to see how I burn everything what you deem hallowed and pure. Just one Dracarys and it is over!
He was the daunting man. The one who plays kindly if you obey. And he is to do just that. He donned upon himself what was gifted. Here and then, he would look up, to see how Exalior is still there, under the flamed light of the greenness. Watching him, observing and judging. Appraising him so. To see how far he shall go. But, he didn’t aspire to go farther, just for the leash to be a little longer. So, he could stay an assassin, he could do what he always did, from time to time, to show up to his friends and people he sees as a family, but, at the end, he belongs to them.
- Are you contended? – he placed the golden bonds upon himself. – Yes, I am – he took the lead that is jutting out, yanking him to him, his hands of the human were pasted together, and the humanoid enjoyed his trial for so much – you do not have an idea what you are doing to me. Looking like this. I must even tie you to a tree, I shall be beholden – contracting something in the caught man. – No, just tie me all up, without being gummed. – Mmmm, even stuffed? – Oh, why not. Give me the full treatment, and after this, when I cross it, you are giving me more than you have sworn.
- You have your bargained Pact and momentarily, on your knees, and open – he did as he was instructed. As soon as his cavity was on display, he feels how he is stuffed with silk and satin, unhurriedly, he feels those long fingers how they are pushing sufficiently inside, to enclose and tax each left field that is vacant and unfilled, soon those were brimmed and welled, not harming him, but silencing in the way he was bound, by mildness and the high reverence, it was such a slow-moving baptism of fire, and when his mouth was folded by the even longer tracks, wrapping around, covering practically the half of his human peculiarity, muffling him to the brim, unbroken, but tame, he was soothed in the silky bindings, forged in the blood, submitted to the man who held the reins within his palms, having the chin upwards, so that he may look at him.
- You see, you are being doted, showered by the affection and fondness. In both opulence and the abundant preciousness, you are to live with me, for you are born to love me, serve me, just as you are, for I have no service of the man that has no mind to speak up his voices, and there are a large number of the ones in you, those are virtues of lights, but you shall be bonded to me, and only me and through me, even my Beauty. If you repudiate it, or unsay, there are the repercussions to pay, and it shall be dearly. So, do we have a deal? My boy? – tightened his hold on him, till the man wasn’t brought to the full submission, nodding, and gazing up in the reverencing moment of knowing his place, not down or up, but beside a Dragon Lord who domesticated something in him and it wasn’t his humanity, it was that demon in him who forgot how to treat a human being decently. He moaned through. Avowing the untold so.
He was tugged. Hoisted to his feet. And what shall be about this titanic and overabundant tent? It has to do something with the passing magic, that is why he didn’t nose himself into the ethereal plains of impossible. Feasibly, to stay as something that is glowing green, as the mirage to all that are seeking some consolation and the relieving restfulness, that are requisite for everyone who have the sensation that some ills shall never fade away, or be diminished. He walked moderately, chained hands in front of himself, while the Dragon Lord’s back, his liege and master, were turned to him, leading him by towing his constricted hands. Upon the exit, it was the threshold of the new life, the one he has to go through with, if he is to preserve another ecstasy, such as this. Beauty was the brilliant lucence and radiant gloriousness, radiantly sniffing him, he had the scent of her allotted rider. Impressiveness in his blood is what made her snug.
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- Easy girl, easy, don’t you see that he is bent to us? – That is still him, it has the meaningful sense. You shan’t have it otherwise. – Saddle him up. We are on the move. Cloak him, he is ours!