My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,586
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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4. 19-22
Author's Note: Thanks to Iyhedonism (#19) and Iy_bsides (#20-22) for the prompts.
19. Ripe
How many meanings a single word can have, my Lord Father. You summon me before the sun has fully risen, from dreams of dragons I slay with my bare claws. As you pin and possess me, sitting hard on my thighs, thick fist wrapping and stroking our cocks together, you murmur, "So ripe." Am I a fragrant plum, sweet fruit of your loins, readily devoured by your endless alpha hunger? Or is it possible I am this and more, Papa? Do your lust-glazed eyes also find me ripe in growth, mature, and ready for all you have made of me?
20. Honor
The bath is viciously hot, just as I like it. The bathing servant is handsome, muscular, skilled. He labors earnestly to relieve me of aches in joints and tension in muscles. He is respectfully silent as he washes my hair with hands tender and firm, to give me ease. No words are necessary. I do him honor by letting him soothe me, a greater honor than you did me, my Lord Father, in commanding a public wrestling demonstration against your champion and barring weapon, fang, claw, and poison. We must each and all conduct ourselves honorably, must we not, sire?
21. Coming home/Homecoming
Sometimes it is good to fly away. To soar, as my powers allow, high above and far beyond the castle into the dark night sky. I alight in the crook of a century-old tree and listen to the sounds of the wild with envy. Alas, I am no bird-of-prey, no forest cat, no winding snake. In the breeze, I feel your breath in my ear. In the glow of stars, I find your gaze. Will the world ever be larger than you? When I return, I find you waiting, a disarming serenity in your golden eyes. "Welcome home, my son."
22. A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave. ~ Mohandas Gandhi
My Lady Mother sits proudly in her chair by the fire, me at her feet. She brushes my hair in long, sensuous passes. Her touch is magic, and I feel a fool for how rarely I allow it of late, simply because she permits me to say no while, you, my Lord Father, do not. "He would give up all of his kingdom for you," she says, voice as smooth as the strokes of the comb. I fidget, unwilling to break the spell by expressing disbelief, unable to remain still. "Someday, my child, you will recognize the faith that requires."
19. Ripe
How many meanings a single word can have, my Lord Father. You summon me before the sun has fully risen, from dreams of dragons I slay with my bare claws. As you pin and possess me, sitting hard on my thighs, thick fist wrapping and stroking our cocks together, you murmur, "So ripe." Am I a fragrant plum, sweet fruit of your loins, readily devoured by your endless alpha hunger? Or is it possible I am this and more, Papa? Do your lust-glazed eyes also find me ripe in growth, mature, and ready for all you have made of me?
20. Honor
The bath is viciously hot, just as I like it. The bathing servant is handsome, muscular, skilled. He labors earnestly to relieve me of aches in joints and tension in muscles. He is respectfully silent as he washes my hair with hands tender and firm, to give me ease. No words are necessary. I do him honor by letting him soothe me, a greater honor than you did me, my Lord Father, in commanding a public wrestling demonstration against your champion and barring weapon, fang, claw, and poison. We must each and all conduct ourselves honorably, must we not, sire?
21. Coming home/Homecoming
Sometimes it is good to fly away. To soar, as my powers allow, high above and far beyond the castle into the dark night sky. I alight in the crook of a century-old tree and listen to the sounds of the wild with envy. Alas, I am no bird-of-prey, no forest cat, no winding snake. In the breeze, I feel your breath in my ear. In the glow of stars, I find your gaze. Will the world ever be larger than you? When I return, I find you waiting, a disarming serenity in your golden eyes. "Welcome home, my son."
22. A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave. ~ Mohandas Gandhi
My Lady Mother sits proudly in her chair by the fire, me at her feet. She brushes my hair in long, sensuous passes. Her touch is magic, and I feel a fool for how rarely I allow it of late, simply because she permits me to say no while, you, my Lord Father, do not. "He would give up all of his kingdom for you," she says, voice as smooth as the strokes of the comb. I fidget, unwilling to break the spell by expressing disbelief, unable to remain still. "Someday, my child, you will recognize the faith that requires."