My Heart Is Given
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ismeninI've just posted this on Orlijah month, so I though I'd put it here, too. It won't hurt, will it?
Hi, there! This snippet is in response to the prompt asking for new interludes from previously written stories. I always wanted to do this - so here it is! From my first Inca series - Inca: Aralizhe Pachacuti. I hope you like it.
The Inca
Main DP mentioned in this glimpse:
Aralizhe Pachacuti Inca - Elijah Wood
Rimac, his lover and cousin - Orlando Bloom
Dom Domingo, Papal Nuncio and Prince of Aragon - Dom Monaghan
William Boyd, Lord of Buccleuch - Billy Boyd
A new snippet written within my Inca world. NC-17 for man-sex. Ismenin
betaed by lovely LadySunrope.
Inca God-King, Lord of the Tiwatinsuya (Peru), and Rimac, his cousin, is a Ray of Inti, one of his bound concubines, a bed-fellow, and much loved of his king.
But another man has come from far away, and taken the Inca's heart. Lizhe and Rimac try to explain their feelings to each other.
My Heart is Given.
"Do not weep, sweet Rimac!" Lizhe tried to draw the distraught man off the floor, where he knelt at his God's feet, but he could not. Rimac, tall, and finely-muscled, was so much larger than he.
Lizhe contented himself by sitting at the prostrate man's side, and gathered him in his arms. "Hush, now!"
Rimac pulled away. "You must not grovel on the floor like a cuy, Great God! It is not seemly!" He stood, and wiped his wet face on the corner of his fine woollen kilt. Lizhe smiled as the man exposed himself to God's gaze, but his heart was heavy. He had hurt this man, this man who had given all his love to him. He had to try to explain his feelings - try to make things right between them.
Lizhe sighed, and standing, took his cousin's hand, drawing him to the bed, where they sat, side by side, gazing at a gold statue of the God Viracocha, standing in a niche on the wall.
"I am the living God, Rimac, it is true - but I am also a man. Will you not, at least, acknowledge that?"
Rimac shook his head, but he was smiling slightly. "I cannot. To me, you have been God since your father, the Mighty Pachacutec, went to the Exalted Realm where resides Viracocha, God of Gods. How can I think of you otherwise?" He bent his head, and kissed his cousin's hand, so much smaller than his.
Lizhe realised there was no point in trying to rationalise his feelings. He would have to try to find another way to enlighten Rimac, for he loved him dearly. Although, he thought, I do not love him in the same way as I love him...
Still holding Rimac's hand, Lizhe walked out of his rooms, and took his cousin outside, to a wall where they could sit overlooking the city.
They saw Will Boyd, carrying, on one shoulder, an intricately carved baby's cradle he had just finished working upon. He was taking it to the house of the Captain of the Guard, Lizhe knew. He had talked about it at the evening meal, the day before. He waved up at them as he passed, far below.
There were dozens of people busy about their daily tasks, and a blind man, tying knots in a quipu, recording on the multi-coloured strings the number of baskets he was weaving, whilst sitting in the sun against the palace wall.
"How happy they all seem, Lord, at their appointed duties!" Rimac said, smiling now, although the tears still marked his handsome features.
"You are about your appointed duty, my cousin, but you are far from happy. Are these duties so onerous? Have you forgotten what they are?" Lizhe's voice was low and sweet, but still held that timbre of strength that needs must inform the speech of God.
Rimac looked shocked. "But, Lord, ever it has been my will to serve you! I have always striven to do my duty. Do not say to me that I have failed you?" Tears began, once more, to fall on his sun-browned cheeks.
Lizhe put a comforting arm around Rimac's waist. "Do you remember the oath you swore when first I made you Ray of Inti?"
Rimac's chin went up, as he recited, in a calm voice - "'Do you swear to accept the God as your Lord? To lie with him, only, bringing him joy; in gladness, keeping only to him unless he decrees you may take others to you? To accept his word as law, never to deny his authority over you, within his bed, or without it? Give to God now your oath and pledge that you will accept and keep these covenants.'"
Lizhe smiled, but his mouth was tinged with sadness. "And you answered, 'Great God, I do accept them all.' You have kept to this vow - and even though I have given you permission to lie with others, you do not do so. Why?"
Rimac stared at his feet. "Because my heart is given to you, Lord. I am not a changeable man. You have my love, as you must know."
The God-King of the Tiwatinsuya felt his belly contract with sorrow. He loved Rimac, but he did not love him in the way he felt for...Dom. How could he explain himself without hurting the feelings of one he cared for very deeply?
"Rimac, you are not sad when I lie with the Coya, or Quisbe, my wives, or Villac, your brother, or even when Tupac was here..." He broke off at the thought of Tupac, exiled for disobedience. Tupac, the dangerous son of a mad father. He gathered his thoughts together, for Rimac had said nothing.
"You are not sad when I lie with them. Why are you sad, now?"
The Inca Prince's head sank low on his chest. "Because..." he hesitated. "You will not be angry with me if I speak what is in my heart?" he said, his voice suffused with doubt.
Lizhe's hand grasped him even tighter around his waist. "You are Ray of Inti. You can say to me what is in your heart, in private, without fear of punishment. Say on!"
Rimac's gaze was firmly fixed on a herd of vicuna being brought to the shearing sheds. "Because you are in love with Dom Domingo to the peril of your soul, as you are not with any of us."
Lizhe gasped with shock. Peril of my soul? "Why do you say that?" he managed. "Why do you think my soul imperilled?"
Rimac looked up at this. "Because if he asked, would you not follow him to the ends of the earth?" He was trembling, as if his tongue had betrayed, without his permission, his innermost thoughts.
Lizhe did not answer immediately. The question deserved an honest answer. Then he spoke.
"I am God. I am King. I am the guardian-protector of my people. I will never abandon them, except if taken from these lands by force. That is my duty, as obeying my word is yours. I swear to you that I will not do as you suggested, though my heart break for it, which it surely would, if such a thing ever came to pass."
His voice cracked at this, and it was Rimac's turn to comfort his lord. "Do you love him so much, then, Great God?"
"I do," came the quiet reply.
There was silence for a few moments whilst Rimac digested this statement, so honestly made, by his God.
"What can I do to help you, Lord? Say it, and it shall be done." Rimac's voice was redolent of truth, and Lizhe warmed instantly to the sentiment it held.
"Come, lie with me, so that my heart may rest in happier matters. It is your duty to do so, Rimac, and it is my pleasure that you should."
Rimac's eyes shone. "Can you mean it, Lord? Do you truly want me?"
Lizhe pressed Rimac's hand into his lap - letting him feel the hardness there. "I want you," he said simply.
He loved his cousin, and wished to please him. This would please him, at least for a while.
So is my heart given, Rimac, as is yours, and I cannot gainsay it. That lie would imperil my soul, indeed, for it would be a blasphemy against the gods to deny the love I have for my Dom. I pray that, one day, you will find a love such as we bear for each other, my love and I.
Smiling, he took his cousin's hand and walked indoors, not seeing the longing look in the eyes of the Spanish Prince, following them in.
***
Rimac lay, naked, on the bed, his only clothing the long, dark hair of his King and God, spread over him like a silken sheet.
His body was hungry for his lover to take him, but he savoured these moments, too - the quiet moments when Aralizhe Pachacuti Inca could pretend to be the man he so desired to appear, instead of being the Great God of the Earth and Sky. The quiet moments when Rimac could imagine himself Lizhe's only love.
"Kiss me, lord! I need your lips upon me!" Rimac's voice was hoarse; he had been denied this union for too long. He had pleasured the king's body, tasting and savouring every part of him, and now he was hard and eager. But Lizhe wanted to take his time. To linger. To enjoy.
Lizhe was smiling as he shook his head. "I am in the mood to tease you into madness, sweet man. Patience!"
Rimac drew in an uneven breath. Lizhe was ever a generous lover. He would not leave him unsatisfied.
The God-King's lips and tongue left a wet trail down Rimac's left flank, and another one up the right. He smiled again as he saw the engorged hardness of his bound concubine - Prince though he may be - twitching against the flat, delicately muscled plane of the belly.
Lizhe sucked on nipples peaked to a hardness, and enjoyed the quiver of lust that ran through the man, patient and so willing beneath him.
He pulled the trembling legs up, and leaning in, touched his tongue to the secret place hidden between them.
Rimac groaned. He knew he would come if...if...he was not taken soon. And God would be displeased by it - was bound to be displeased by it, though he would never say it, for God was kind. Rimac swallowed, hard.
Lizhe examined his cousin's face. He knew him well, and he could see how truly desperate he was for this union. Swiftly raising himself, he bade Rimac turn onto his belly.
Lizhe could hear the breath scorch Rimac's throat, and, truly, he desired very much to breach him. The time for gentleness was over. Planting a kiss on Rimac’s shoulder as a warning, he pushed himself in.
He was a man who needed such intercourse as much as Rimac needed to receive it. He thrust hard, knowing that Rimac preferred to be taken thus.
Rimac groaned with pleasure. His hands, resting either side of his head, contracted into fists, as the harsh glide burned inside him - searing like fire. He cried out in his joy - he could not remain silent.
"Do...I...please...you?" Lizhe's question was forced from his throat, as he quickened his rhythm.
Rimac could do nothing but groan his assent. He was too far gone for rational speech. He felt his muscles begin to contract, as the force of his climax mounted.
Lizhe, holding himself in check, moaned with pleasure as Rimac screamed in ecstasy, and then he gave himself up to his own climax.
As Rimac rolled over, to lie, sated beside his god, Lizhe brushed the long black hair out of the man' s eyes, and kissed him, then kissed him, again. "My lovely Rimac!" he murmured, and he understood - and Rimac understood - that he meant it.
If there was another residing within Lizhe's heart and Rimac knew, beyond doubt that there was - Rimac would share God with him. It was enough to belong to such a one as Lizhe.
Our hearts are given, it is true - what matters it to whom, when we can still share with each other such pleasures? Rimac thought, happy and replete beyond telling, Truly, I am grateful to the Auqui Dom for bringing the Kissing to the Land, and sharing the knowledge of it with us, for God's lips are as a blessing upon mine.
But this he did not dare to say aloud; instead, he threw his arms about Lizhe's neck, and blessed him in return.
****
Auqui - Lord, Prince
Cuy - Guinea-pig
Inti - The Sun
Quipu - Recording strings tied with knots. The Inca had no written records.
Hi, there! This snippet is in response to the prompt asking for new interludes from previously written stories. I always wanted to do this - so here it is! From my first Inca series - Inca: Aralizhe Pachacuti. I hope you like it.
The Inca
Main DP mentioned in this glimpse:
Aralizhe Pachacuti Inca - Elijah Wood
Rimac, his lover and cousin - Orlando Bloom
Dom Domingo, Papal Nuncio and Prince of Aragon - Dom Monaghan
William Boyd, Lord of Buccleuch - Billy Boyd
A new snippet written within my Inca world. NC-17 for man-sex. Ismenin
betaed by lovely LadySunrope.
Inca God-King, Lord of the Tiwatinsuya (Peru), and Rimac, his cousin, is a Ray of Inti, one of his bound concubines, a bed-fellow, and much loved of his king.
But another man has come from far away, and taken the Inca's heart. Lizhe and Rimac try to explain their feelings to each other.
My Heart is Given.
"Do not weep, sweet Rimac!" Lizhe tried to draw the distraught man off the floor, where he knelt at his God's feet, but he could not. Rimac, tall, and finely-muscled, was so much larger than he.
Lizhe contented himself by sitting at the prostrate man's side, and gathered him in his arms. "Hush, now!"
Rimac pulled away. "You must not grovel on the floor like a cuy, Great God! It is not seemly!" He stood, and wiped his wet face on the corner of his fine woollen kilt. Lizhe smiled as the man exposed himself to God's gaze, but his heart was heavy. He had hurt this man, this man who had given all his love to him. He had to try to explain his feelings - try to make things right between them.
Lizhe sighed, and standing, took his cousin's hand, drawing him to the bed, where they sat, side by side, gazing at a gold statue of the God Viracocha, standing in a niche on the wall.
"I am the living God, Rimac, it is true - but I am also a man. Will you not, at least, acknowledge that?"
Rimac shook his head, but he was smiling slightly. "I cannot. To me, you have been God since your father, the Mighty Pachacutec, went to the Exalted Realm where resides Viracocha, God of Gods. How can I think of you otherwise?" He bent his head, and kissed his cousin's hand, so much smaller than his.
Lizhe realised there was no point in trying to rationalise his feelings. He would have to try to find another way to enlighten Rimac, for he loved him dearly. Although, he thought, I do not love him in the same way as I love him...
Still holding Rimac's hand, Lizhe walked out of his rooms, and took his cousin outside, to a wall where they could sit overlooking the city.
They saw Will Boyd, carrying, on one shoulder, an intricately carved baby's cradle he had just finished working upon. He was taking it to the house of the Captain of the Guard, Lizhe knew. He had talked about it at the evening meal, the day before. He waved up at them as he passed, far below.
There were dozens of people busy about their daily tasks, and a blind man, tying knots in a quipu, recording on the multi-coloured strings the number of baskets he was weaving, whilst sitting in the sun against the palace wall.
"How happy they all seem, Lord, at their appointed duties!" Rimac said, smiling now, although the tears still marked his handsome features.
"You are about your appointed duty, my cousin, but you are far from happy. Are these duties so onerous? Have you forgotten what they are?" Lizhe's voice was low and sweet, but still held that timbre of strength that needs must inform the speech of God.
Rimac looked shocked. "But, Lord, ever it has been my will to serve you! I have always striven to do my duty. Do not say to me that I have failed you?" Tears began, once more, to fall on his sun-browned cheeks.
Lizhe put a comforting arm around Rimac's waist. "Do you remember the oath you swore when first I made you Ray of Inti?"
Rimac's chin went up, as he recited, in a calm voice - "'Do you swear to accept the God as your Lord? To lie with him, only, bringing him joy; in gladness, keeping only to him unless he decrees you may take others to you? To accept his word as law, never to deny his authority over you, within his bed, or without it? Give to God now your oath and pledge that you will accept and keep these covenants.'"
Lizhe smiled, but his mouth was tinged with sadness. "And you answered, 'Great God, I do accept them all.' You have kept to this vow - and even though I have given you permission to lie with others, you do not do so. Why?"
Rimac stared at his feet. "Because my heart is given to you, Lord. I am not a changeable man. You have my love, as you must know."
The God-King of the Tiwatinsuya felt his belly contract with sorrow. He loved Rimac, but he did not love him in the way he felt for...Dom. How could he explain himself without hurting the feelings of one he cared for very deeply?
"Rimac, you are not sad when I lie with the Coya, or Quisbe, my wives, or Villac, your brother, or even when Tupac was here..." He broke off at the thought of Tupac, exiled for disobedience. Tupac, the dangerous son of a mad father. He gathered his thoughts together, for Rimac had said nothing.
"You are not sad when I lie with them. Why are you sad, now?"
The Inca Prince's head sank low on his chest. "Because..." he hesitated. "You will not be angry with me if I speak what is in my heart?" he said, his voice suffused with doubt.
Lizhe's hand grasped him even tighter around his waist. "You are Ray of Inti. You can say to me what is in your heart, in private, without fear of punishment. Say on!"
Rimac's gaze was firmly fixed on a herd of vicuna being brought to the shearing sheds. "Because you are in love with Dom Domingo to the peril of your soul, as you are not with any of us."
Lizhe gasped with shock. Peril of my soul? "Why do you say that?" he managed. "Why do you think my soul imperilled?"
Rimac looked up at this. "Because if he asked, would you not follow him to the ends of the earth?" He was trembling, as if his tongue had betrayed, without his permission, his innermost thoughts.
Lizhe did not answer immediately. The question deserved an honest answer. Then he spoke.
"I am God. I am King. I am the guardian-protector of my people. I will never abandon them, except if taken from these lands by force. That is my duty, as obeying my word is yours. I swear to you that I will not do as you suggested, though my heart break for it, which it surely would, if such a thing ever came to pass."
His voice cracked at this, and it was Rimac's turn to comfort his lord. "Do you love him so much, then, Great God?"
"I do," came the quiet reply.
There was silence for a few moments whilst Rimac digested this statement, so honestly made, by his God.
"What can I do to help you, Lord? Say it, and it shall be done." Rimac's voice was redolent of truth, and Lizhe warmed instantly to the sentiment it held.
"Come, lie with me, so that my heart may rest in happier matters. It is your duty to do so, Rimac, and it is my pleasure that you should."
Rimac's eyes shone. "Can you mean it, Lord? Do you truly want me?"
Lizhe pressed Rimac's hand into his lap - letting him feel the hardness there. "I want you," he said simply.
He loved his cousin, and wished to please him. This would please him, at least for a while.
So is my heart given, Rimac, as is yours, and I cannot gainsay it. That lie would imperil my soul, indeed, for it would be a blasphemy against the gods to deny the love I have for my Dom. I pray that, one day, you will find a love such as we bear for each other, my love and I.
Smiling, he took his cousin's hand and walked indoors, not seeing the longing look in the eyes of the Spanish Prince, following them in.
***
Rimac lay, naked, on the bed, his only clothing the long, dark hair of his King and God, spread over him like a silken sheet.
His body was hungry for his lover to take him, but he savoured these moments, too - the quiet moments when Aralizhe Pachacuti Inca could pretend to be the man he so desired to appear, instead of being the Great God of the Earth and Sky. The quiet moments when Rimac could imagine himself Lizhe's only love.
"Kiss me, lord! I need your lips upon me!" Rimac's voice was hoarse; he had been denied this union for too long. He had pleasured the king's body, tasting and savouring every part of him, and now he was hard and eager. But Lizhe wanted to take his time. To linger. To enjoy.
Lizhe was smiling as he shook his head. "I am in the mood to tease you into madness, sweet man. Patience!"
Rimac drew in an uneven breath. Lizhe was ever a generous lover. He would not leave him unsatisfied.
The God-King's lips and tongue left a wet trail down Rimac's left flank, and another one up the right. He smiled again as he saw the engorged hardness of his bound concubine - Prince though he may be - twitching against the flat, delicately muscled plane of the belly.
Lizhe sucked on nipples peaked to a hardness, and enjoyed the quiver of lust that ran through the man, patient and so willing beneath him.
He pulled the trembling legs up, and leaning in, touched his tongue to the secret place hidden between them.
Rimac groaned. He knew he would come if...if...he was not taken soon. And God would be displeased by it - was bound to be displeased by it, though he would never say it, for God was kind. Rimac swallowed, hard.
Lizhe examined his cousin's face. He knew him well, and he could see how truly desperate he was for this union. Swiftly raising himself, he bade Rimac turn onto his belly.
Lizhe could hear the breath scorch Rimac's throat, and, truly, he desired very much to breach him. The time for gentleness was over. Planting a kiss on Rimac’s shoulder as a warning, he pushed himself in.
He was a man who needed such intercourse as much as Rimac needed to receive it. He thrust hard, knowing that Rimac preferred to be taken thus.
Rimac groaned with pleasure. His hands, resting either side of his head, contracted into fists, as the harsh glide burned inside him - searing like fire. He cried out in his joy - he could not remain silent.
"Do...I...please...you?" Lizhe's question was forced from his throat, as he quickened his rhythm.
Rimac could do nothing but groan his assent. He was too far gone for rational speech. He felt his muscles begin to contract, as the force of his climax mounted.
Lizhe, holding himself in check, moaned with pleasure as Rimac screamed in ecstasy, and then he gave himself up to his own climax.
As Rimac rolled over, to lie, sated beside his god, Lizhe brushed the long black hair out of the man' s eyes, and kissed him, then kissed him, again. "My lovely Rimac!" he murmured, and he understood - and Rimac understood - that he meant it.
If there was another residing within Lizhe's heart and Rimac knew, beyond doubt that there was - Rimac would share God with him. It was enough to belong to such a one as Lizhe.
Our hearts are given, it is true - what matters it to whom, when we can still share with each other such pleasures? Rimac thought, happy and replete beyond telling, Truly, I am grateful to the Auqui Dom for bringing the Kissing to the Land, and sharing the knowledge of it with us, for God's lips are as a blessing upon mine.
But this he did not dare to say aloud; instead, he threw his arms about Lizhe's neck, and blessed him in return.
****
Auqui - Lord, Prince
Cuy - Guinea-pig
Inti - The Sun
Quipu - Recording strings tied with knots. The Inca had no written records.
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Date: 2010-01-16 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-16 07:58 pm (UTC)ETA: I've since seen verangel's description over at the Orlijah Month comm of where this fits into the original story. Dom would NOT have understood at all. This takes place before Lizhe explained everything to him. Sorry to have missed that before.
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:55 pm (UTC)Hope you liked it, nevertheless! Huggles :D xxxx
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:21 pm (UTC)Bravo. Encore!
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-17 01:45 pm (UTC)It's good to return to the Inca world for a brief spell of delicious pleasure... *sigh*
Thank you!
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