Free Thorn Boy and Other Dreams of Dark Desire by Storm Constantine

against the tiles.
Akaten murmured something and shifted slightly in his deep,
intoxicated sleep. My fingers slipped free the knot of his belt and
I pulled aside the cloth. His prick was thick and hard, against his
belly, his balls tight against his body. Perhaps he dreamed of me.
Feverishly, I disrobed myself, knowing I was about to steal
something precious and divine. My belly burned inside me. Naked, I
knelt beside him once more, loosed my hair so that it fell in inky
waves onto his skin. I lowered my head to his groin, lightly kissed
his fragrant balls, the steely shaft of him. Still he did not wake.
Lightly, I took him in my mouth and sucked him softly. His hands
twitched against the tiles; he sighed. His hips moved rhythmically
beneath me. Oh, my beautiful one, you cannot want to leave me. I am
your incubus, your nemesis. You must love me.
    I raised
myself and straddled his body, impaled myself upon him slowly. The
tides of sleep drew back from the shores of his consciousness. I
sensed his mind drifting up to wakefulness. Still half dreaming, he
reached up to me, gripped my waist. His face was partly hidden by a
swatch of hair, but I could see he was smiling, his eyes still
closed. We moved together languorously, until his hunger became
great. Then he reared up in one fluid movement and pushed me
backwards without severing our connection, manoeuvring himself onto
his knees. I curled my legs high around him, feeling as if he drove
against my heart. He was powerful, dominant, and in my heart and
mind I was taken back to that delirious time in Phasmagore. My
lover of the shrine had returned to me! It had been Akaten! As this realisation crashed
through me, I cried out in euphoric release, pushing my heels
against the sky. He reached between us for my prick, aiding my
orgasm, and presently I felt him convulse within me. He fell upon
me, sought my mouth with his own, filling me with his tongue which
was bitter-sweet with the taste of red wine. I began to weep,
suffused with a sense of eternal joy and repletion.
    Then Akaten
sighed deeply and stroked my face. ‘Harakhte,’ he murmured, and my
heart contracted in agony. I realised he had never truly
awoken.
    It was
impossible for me to sleep, but I could not leave him. For the
remainder of the night, I lay beneath him, with his gentle snores
in my ears. When he finally awoke, I expected him to be surprised I
was there, but he merely blinked at me sleepily and smiled.
‘Darien, I’m glad you came to me.’
    I could not be
entirely warm towards him. ‘You were dead drunk. Does the presence
of Menefer cause you so much pain?’
    His eyes
clouded at my sharp tone. He sat up and looked away. ‘I have
betrayed my people,’ he said, then got to his feet. I watched him
as he donned his discarded robe.
    ‘ You
betray me by saying such things,’ I said.
    He glanced at
me as he pulled his belt across his belly. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘This
is hard for me, Darien. Please try to understand.’
    ‘ Menefer
wants you,’ I said harshly. ‘How do you feel about
that?’
    He looked
puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘ Last
night, he virtually demanded that Alofel deliver you into his
hands. Is that what you want?’
    He shook his
head. ‘No, of course not. I could never give myself to him. That
would be more of a betrayal to Harakhte than sleeping with you, or
Alofel, for that matter.’
    ‘ So much
for your elastic feelings,’ I snapped. ‘Only a few short months
ago, you were eager to bypass the stage of mourning by slipping
into my bed. Now, you talk of betrayal and...’ I couldn’t help
myself. ‘...utter his name
while you’re making love to me. You’re not over him, Akaten! Why
lie to me? You’re using me to make life easier for yourself! Why
don’t you just go back to Mewt with Menefer? There is a tomb there
for you to wank over! Or, perhaps in Menefer’s bed, you can pretend
your beloved is still alive. They look alike, I
believe.’
    Akaten’s face
was