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ismeninHappy Tuesday, everyone! I hope you are all well. Here is today's offering of Inca, in which you will find boisecks - so if you're not 18 (snorfle) turn aside now! I hope you like it. *trembles*
Thank youladysunrope as always for your beta and input to my story. Mwah!
*Note* - the leaves and powder which the Inca uses in this story, (and which conquering 16th century Spaniards refined and exploited), was bascially cocaine. Of course this was widely used in the ancient lands in their drinks, and Coca-Cola, which emulates these concoctions, had actual cocaine as an ingredient until 1912. I do not condone its use - in fact quite the opposite - but I am just stating historical fact. The leaves were a mild narcotic on their own. Mixed with the powder, they carried quite a kick.
NC - 17. Gird up your loins.
Inca Nine - Together, At Last
Dom returned with Lizhe to his rooms - he had decided there was no loss of honour in keeping a vow, even if a later one contradicted it. If a person was not possessed of all the facts at the time, he reasoned, then he could not be blamed.
His honour still intact, Dom sat in his chair opposite Lizhe, and ate a little food. He was surprised to see Lizhe eat sparingly, as the man had owned himself hungry, earlier. Dom mentioned it.
"I cannot eat much if I am to take the leaves," Lizhe said, regretfully putting down an avocado he had lifted to his lips. "I will be sick all night, Dom. It does not lie well on the stomach - not for me."
Dom looked worried. "Will it harm you, Lizhe? Is it safe?"
Lizhe cast an indulgent look at Dom. "I have chewed the leaves many times, Dom, and although it is not an easy thing it has not harmed me. And this time it is for my child. I would do it even if it was dangerous, I think you know this. I must know what ails little Ispaca. And who better to try for this knowledge than his father?"
"What is it and what does it do?" Dom queried, still worried.
"It opens the mind to the gods, allowing them to instruct us in the treatment of sickness - and other matters about which we need to ask for guidance."
He called a servant to send the Villac-Uma with the needed preparation.
Villac came in a short while with a little bowl of leaves and a jug of coca.
"Will God lie on the bed to receive it?" the High Priest smiled at his cousin, awaiting his reply.
"I will! It will be easier than lying on the floor. Come, let us do it now, before my resolve weakens."
He led the way into the bedroom and, after signalling for a servant to strip the bed of all but its bottom sheet, disposed himself upon it. "Send Dom away if it gets too...difficult," the Inca instructed Villac, glanced at Dom.
Dom thought wild horses would not drag him from Lizhe's side that night. He had promised to stay - never mind the consequences, and he would do it whatever the outcome.
Villac offered the bowl and Lizhe took out a few leaves, and put them in his mouth. He then reached into the bowl again, and took out a large pinch of white powder and put that in his mouth, chewing them together thoroughly. He then washed it all down with the coca liquid, and lay back, holding his hand out for Dom as he did so.
It did not take long. Suddenly Lizhe began to sweat profusely, and turn from side to side murmuring under his breath. His grip on Dom's hand intensified, and Dom put his other hand over Lizhe's to reassure him he was there. It worked. The Inca calmed.
Then, without warning he sat up in bed, his eyes wild, his mouth open. It was a strong dose with an uncertain reaction. This time the result was severe.
"Dom..." Villac was about to tell Dom to leave.
"No, I shall not leave him. Have I not sworn to be with him and to do his will?"
Villac smiled. "It is his will that you should leave if he gets violent. I am used to it, but..."
Lizhe, not recognising where or who he was, cast himself at Dom in a paroxysm of terror. Dom, not expecting it, was thrown to the floor, banging his head against the bed as he did so.
He lay on the floor, stunned. He could hear Villac murmuring soft endearments in Lizhe's ear. Dom remembered that these two men were also lovers, and remained where he was, allowing Villac to do what he wished until the danger passed.
Many minutes passed then the older man stood, suddenly, and rubbed his bruised arm. "Are you hurt, Dom? God will be angry with himself that he injured you."
Dom rose to his feet, shaking his head. "I am well, just a little...unsteady," he managed. He stood at the side of the bed, gazing down at Lizhe who was now lying peacefully asleep.
The Villac-Uma clapped his hands for warm water and towels, and Dom looked at the priest, a favour in his eyes. "Let me bathe him, please. If it is - as I know it must be - a priestly task, then I am sorry for it, but I would still ask."
Villac handed to Dom the towels which the servant had fetched him. Another man brought the herb scented water, placing the bowl upon a stool by the bed.
"Do not rub him, his skin will be as sensitive as a babe's after the potion. I know it, for this ...the taking of the leaves...is a thing that comes within my duties, too. Just softly wash the sweat from him, and pat him dry with the cloths. Then get in beside him, and cover him with the blankets; he will shiver if he wakes too early from the leaf-sleep."
"Thank you," Dom said as the High Priest bowed himself out of the room. Even asleep, Lizhe was his God.
Dom rang a small cloth out in the water and gently wiped over Lizhe's chest and arms. He felt the firm muscle under the skin, hard and strong. Lizhe was not a big man, but he was by no means a weakling. Dom wiped slowly down Lizhe's arms to his hands then moved to the legs.
Last of all, with great delicacy, he cleansed the softness at the groin. He could not help himself, a warm feeling suffused his chest at the sight of Lizhe lying so vulnerable and naked before him. Dom bent over, and softly kissed Lizhe's mouth.
Having turned the king, he washed his back and stripped the dampened sheet from the bed, placing the top sheet under him with little difficulty. He had helped to nurse his king when Ferdinand was struck with an ague and had learned to do these things as well as any nurse-woman.
A servant had come to the door, and kneeling, asking if he should light the lamps, but Dom, exhausted by the drama and the blow to his head which still ached, sent the man away.
He disrobed and got into the bed beside Lizhe, who was still lying as Dom had left him, on his back with his hands by his side. However, as Dom settled beside Lizhe, and their bodies touched, Lizhe turned in his sleep with a soft murmur and drew Dom to him.
Dom went gladly, putting his arms around the sleeping king, feeling his body warm and soft-skinned against his. Thus the pair fell asleep.
*****
It was not yet dawn when Dom woke to feel Lizhe's hand softly playing with the hairs on his chest. Dom turned to the king and smiled. There were smudges of purple under the Inca's eyes and he was pale, but he seemed contented - and aroused.
"I have been lying here for some time, Dom, looking at your body, and touching it. You have a fine body..."
Dom rose from the bed and used the pottery receptacle standing at its side. Obviously the gift from Tura had not yet been delivered. Climbing back in, he wrapped his arms around the compliant form and kissed Lizhe's shoulder.
"You do not know how I have longed for you to kiss me again, Dom. The first kiss being somewhat...rushed." Lizhe had a smile in his voice; he did not, then, bear a grudge against Dom for spurning him.
Dom put his hand gently on Lizhe's face and tenderly kissed his mouth . He still tastes of spices Dom thought, as he felt the warmth of the willing mouth under his, tasting the soft skin inside it, running his tongue along the willing lips - savouring, delighting in his prize.
Lizhe slid his body on top of Dom's, pushing his hardness between Dom's legs as he did so, pressing Dom's erection against his belly.
"I have wanted you since first I saw you from the terraces, Dom Domingo - proud Spaniard as you were, in your silk clothing and your feathered hat!" Lizhe murmured, kissing Dom's eyes and his forehead and his cheeks.
"I had never seen anything like you, but it was not that. You have a beauty about you..."
Dom reached up and pulled Lizhe to him, capturing the red, swollen lips - so new to kissing - with his own.
"It is you who are beautiful, Lizhe. And so it was with me as I saw you beside the road, and in the garden with the stone. I wanted to touch you in all your secret places."
Lizhe groaned. "Touch me, now!" and Dom reached down and took the growing hardness in his hand.
Lizhe too, took Dom in his hand, and they moaned aloud as they touched, each as inflamed as the other.
Dom was the one to ask it. "Lizhe, I wish...I want..."
"What do you want, Dom? Tell me."
Dom buried his face in Lizhe's shoulder. "I want to be ...I want... I cannot ask it. Perhaps it is forbidden, and I would anger you in asking." Dom panted against Lizhe's silken skin.
"You wish to take me...is that it?"
Dom nodded. "I do. Forgive me, forgive me!"
Lizhe smiled.
"Then you may have your desire, for I can refuse you nothing. But know that I have not before..."
Dom raised his head to stare at Lizhe in amazement. "You are a virgin as to this, yet you would give yourself to me?"
Lizhe dropped a kiss on Dom's open mouth. "I do offer myself to your body, yes, for I desire you above all men."
The Spaniard shifted onto his shoulder, and taking Lizhe in his arms, squeezed him tightly. "We need oil, mi amor. We cannot do this without it."
Lizhe called loudly, startling Dom into silence, and when a servant knelt beside the bed, and Lizhe issued an order for oil particular to lovemaking, he burst out into loud laughter.
"You are a king amongst kings, Lizhe! Only you would...could..."
The Inca turned in bed, and lay on his back, his erection tenting the bedclothes as he waited for the servant's return.
"The servants know everything about us, Dom. How much water we void in the night, what we eat, where we go, and when and with whom we make love. We need oil, he will bring it. He will tell his fellow servants in the morning that God took the new Auqui last night. And they will talk for a few minutes on what it must be like to lie with God, or with the bearded stranger, whispering in case they are overheard. Then they will go about their business and forget us. That is the nature of men."
Dom waited until the man had put the small bottle of oil in Lizhe's hand and left the room, before saying "You are a most remarkable creature, Aralizhe Pachacuti - note that I do not say "man", for I am not perfectly sure you are one."
Lizhe laughed low in his throat. "Oh, I am a man, Dom Domingo. Here is my proof. " He guided Dom's hand to the part of him that best described his maleness, and groaned as Dom's fingers worked upon him there.
He handed the clay bottle to Dom, who poured some in his fingers, glad to smell, instead of the oil, the fresh herb scent it exuded. Then, forgetting everything else, he gave himself up to love.
Lizhe lay quietly as Dom prepared his body, and beyond gasping a few times as Dom's long fingers did their work, he made no complaint. And when Dom, unable to hold back any longer for his need was too great, entered Lizhe, the Inca gave a small cry as if in pain, but in the next breath urged Dom to greater effort, which Dom, too far gone to slow down, scarcely heard, so great was his passion .
Dom had turned Lizhe's supple body before entering him, so that the man was facing him instead of the mattress, and he was moved beyond speech to see the tears in the Inca's eyes and the joy etched on his face at their union.
Able, now, to kiss his lover, Dom did so, and hearing and feeling Lizhe moan into his mouth as Dom pushed hard into him made Dom weak with desire. After a few hard thrusts he shifted his body slightly, and Dom pushed upwards. The moans turned into cries of joy as Lizhe, trembling as if still in a fever, came and Dom, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned Lizhe's name aloud, again and again as he spent himself within the sated body resting beneath him.
Dom could not move. He was almost boneless with satisfied desire.
"My love," the quiet voice came from under him, "I cannot breathe!"
Cursing his thoughtlessness, Dom carefully rolled off Lizhe, and took him in his arms, murmuring endearments and kissing him with quick bird-like embraces on his face and neck.
"Did I hurt you, mi querido? I am...I am sorry if I did..."
Lizhe let out a muffled laugh into Dom's neck. "Sorry, indeed! You pounded into me as if I were maize under a pestle, Dom, so do not tell me you are sorry."
Dom had the grace to blush. "I could not help, it, truly. I have never wanted anyone so badly...forgive me!"
Lizhe kissed him, smiling softly. "You are forgiven. but next time it is my turn to grind the maize!"
To his great surprise Dom Domingo, papal nuncio and Prince and Lord of Aragon, found that he wanted this more than he needed food or wine. If, a month ago, someone had told him that he would desire nothing more than to be ravished by the savage God-King of the Incas, he would have thought them mad.
The dawn had still not risen, so the two lovers, wrapped in each others arms, fell asleep again.
*****
Later, while they broke their fast together, Dom remembered a question he had wanted to ask. "What are the Virgins of the Sun, Lizhe?"
The Inca, having sent a servant to tell the Coya he would eat alone, swallowed his mouthful of manioc and said, "they are virgins chosen to serve me as the Only Son of the Sun, the Sapa Inti Churin. They are usually nine years old when they are chosen, and are then trained in those areas to which they are best suited, weaving, brewing, the knots, or to be priestesses of the God. Sometimes the God takes one of them to his bed - when they are old enough of course - and occasionally they are chosen..."
But at this moment, Rimac came in with a message for Lizhe and the conversation was lost.
It was Lizhe's day to work in the accounting room and he took Dom along to see it before Dom left to visit Will and David in the carpenters' workshops.
Dom stared. From a pole hanging across the wide room there were hundreds of strings of all thicknesses and colours and lengths, some as thick as a man's thumb, along which were tied dozens if not hundreds of knots, and hanging from these strings were other strings knotted along its length.
And on pegs around the walls were other bunches of quipu of all different colours sizes and shapes. Dom could not think how a man could keep track of this sort of recording, but as soon as they entered Lizhe's quick eye had noted an addition to a string and asked the head quipu-camayoc when the account had been amended.
Dom noticed that although the man bowed low when Lizhe addressed him, he did not grovel before the king as did the servants elsewhere, and realised at once the inconvenience of crawling about on the floor to conduct one's daily business. Obviously there were exceptions to every rule.
When Dom left to go to the workshops he despaired of ever mastering the knots, but his heart was light, as Lizhe had kissed him, quite un-self-consciously, in front of all the accountants busy with their knots.
No-one even glanced in God's direction. Obviously his doings were above those of mortal men.
Yet the joy in his heart was short lived for in the course of their conversation, Lizhe told Dom that whilst Dom had been changing his clothing, the king had ordered Rimac to come to him that night.
Light-headed from the pleasure of the night's love-making, and the blow to his head, thrilled with the unselfconscious kiss only moments previously, Dom came down to earth hard. He shook himself. Of course he would not expect Lizhe to give up his other lovers for him. He was not like the unknown Tupac, who had been sent away in disgrace for trying to command God. He could not, however, help feeling sad. It had meant so much to him, the joy and the pleasure of their union - but had it meant the same to Lizhe?
He rubbed his sore head, and only then remembered that he had not discovered if Lizhe had learned anything from taking the leaves. He had not know if it was forbidden to ask, so had not ventured to enquire. He would try to see Villac later and find out. Meanwhile he was anxious to see the fruit of his drawings in the workshops. It would take his mind off his sore heart.
*****
Dom had spent a happy day with Will and David, watching the two men fit tenon and mortar together, planing with a sharp blade and gloating over their completed work. Dom saw Will place his hand on David's shoulder, and the younger man looked as if he were accustomed to the touch. Will saw Dom's look and blushed and shook his head. So the two men were friends only, not lovers. But it was not Dom's concern if they were lovers or not.
He said nothing to his friend concerning his night with Lizhe, but Will had winked at him, so it must, Dom reasoned, show in his face.
The toys had been a great success. Every child in the city wanted one, and Dom, remembering the pinched little face in the house of the Mama-cona, asked if a man could take some sample toys there, too, and receive the children's orders. Even the children of a God-King were still children.
It was with a heavy heart that Dom returned to his room after the sun went down. He missed Lizhe already, and wanted his company in bed and outside it.
He was made very happy, therefore, when the Inca sent for him later that night. Of Rimac there was no sign, and Dom thought it far too delicate a matter to probe.
He was to spend the night with Lizhe - that was all that mattered.
Thank you
ladysunrope as always for your beta and input to my story. Mwah!*Note* - the leaves and powder which the Inca uses in this story, (and which conquering 16th century Spaniards refined and exploited), was bascially cocaine. Of course this was widely used in the ancient lands in their drinks, and Coca-Cola, which emulates these concoctions, had actual cocaine as an ingredient until 1912. I do not condone its use - in fact quite the opposite - but I am just stating historical fact. The leaves were a mild narcotic on their own. Mixed with the powder, they carried quite a kick.
NC - 17. Gird up your loins.
Inca Nine - Together, At Last
Dom returned with Lizhe to his rooms - he had decided there was no loss of honour in keeping a vow, even if a later one contradicted it. If a person was not possessed of all the facts at the time, he reasoned, then he could not be blamed.
His honour still intact, Dom sat in his chair opposite Lizhe, and ate a little food. He was surprised to see Lizhe eat sparingly, as the man had owned himself hungry, earlier. Dom mentioned it.
"I cannot eat much if I am to take the leaves," Lizhe said, regretfully putting down an avocado he had lifted to his lips. "I will be sick all night, Dom. It does not lie well on the stomach - not for me."
Dom looked worried. "Will it harm you, Lizhe? Is it safe?"
Lizhe cast an indulgent look at Dom. "I have chewed the leaves many times, Dom, and although it is not an easy thing it has not harmed me. And this time it is for my child. I would do it even if it was dangerous, I think you know this. I must know what ails little Ispaca. And who better to try for this knowledge than his father?"
"What is it and what does it do?" Dom queried, still worried.
"It opens the mind to the gods, allowing them to instruct us in the treatment of sickness - and other matters about which we need to ask for guidance."
He called a servant to send the Villac-Uma with the needed preparation.
Villac came in a short while with a little bowl of leaves and a jug of coca.
"Will God lie on the bed to receive it?" the High Priest smiled at his cousin, awaiting his reply.
"I will! It will be easier than lying on the floor. Come, let us do it now, before my resolve weakens."
He led the way into the bedroom and, after signalling for a servant to strip the bed of all but its bottom sheet, disposed himself upon it. "Send Dom away if it gets too...difficult," the Inca instructed Villac, glanced at Dom.
Dom thought wild horses would not drag him from Lizhe's side that night. He had promised to stay - never mind the consequences, and he would do it whatever the outcome.
Villac offered the bowl and Lizhe took out a few leaves, and put them in his mouth. He then reached into the bowl again, and took out a large pinch of white powder and put that in his mouth, chewing them together thoroughly. He then washed it all down with the coca liquid, and lay back, holding his hand out for Dom as he did so.
It did not take long. Suddenly Lizhe began to sweat profusely, and turn from side to side murmuring under his breath. His grip on Dom's hand intensified, and Dom put his other hand over Lizhe's to reassure him he was there. It worked. The Inca calmed.
Then, without warning he sat up in bed, his eyes wild, his mouth open. It was a strong dose with an uncertain reaction. This time the result was severe.
"Dom..." Villac was about to tell Dom to leave.
"No, I shall not leave him. Have I not sworn to be with him and to do his will?"
Villac smiled. "It is his will that you should leave if he gets violent. I am used to it, but..."
Lizhe, not recognising where or who he was, cast himself at Dom in a paroxysm of terror. Dom, not expecting it, was thrown to the floor, banging his head against the bed as he did so.
He lay on the floor, stunned. He could hear Villac murmuring soft endearments in Lizhe's ear. Dom remembered that these two men were also lovers, and remained where he was, allowing Villac to do what he wished until the danger passed.
Many minutes passed then the older man stood, suddenly, and rubbed his bruised arm. "Are you hurt, Dom? God will be angry with himself that he injured you."
Dom rose to his feet, shaking his head. "I am well, just a little...unsteady," he managed. He stood at the side of the bed, gazing down at Lizhe who was now lying peacefully asleep.
The Villac-Uma clapped his hands for warm water and towels, and Dom looked at the priest, a favour in his eyes. "Let me bathe him, please. If it is - as I know it must be - a priestly task, then I am sorry for it, but I would still ask."
Villac handed to Dom the towels which the servant had fetched him. Another man brought the herb scented water, placing the bowl upon a stool by the bed.
"Do not rub him, his skin will be as sensitive as a babe's after the potion. I know it, for this ...the taking of the leaves...is a thing that comes within my duties, too. Just softly wash the sweat from him, and pat him dry with the cloths. Then get in beside him, and cover him with the blankets; he will shiver if he wakes too early from the leaf-sleep."
"Thank you," Dom said as the High Priest bowed himself out of the room. Even asleep, Lizhe was his God.
Dom rang a small cloth out in the water and gently wiped over Lizhe's chest and arms. He felt the firm muscle under the skin, hard and strong. Lizhe was not a big man, but he was by no means a weakling. Dom wiped slowly down Lizhe's arms to his hands then moved to the legs.
Last of all, with great delicacy, he cleansed the softness at the groin. He could not help himself, a warm feeling suffused his chest at the sight of Lizhe lying so vulnerable and naked before him. Dom bent over, and softly kissed Lizhe's mouth.
Having turned the king, he washed his back and stripped the dampened sheet from the bed, placing the top sheet under him with little difficulty. He had helped to nurse his king when Ferdinand was struck with an ague and had learned to do these things as well as any nurse-woman.
A servant had come to the door, and kneeling, asking if he should light the lamps, but Dom, exhausted by the drama and the blow to his head which still ached, sent the man away.
He disrobed and got into the bed beside Lizhe, who was still lying as Dom had left him, on his back with his hands by his side. However, as Dom settled beside Lizhe, and their bodies touched, Lizhe turned in his sleep with a soft murmur and drew Dom to him.
Dom went gladly, putting his arms around the sleeping king, feeling his body warm and soft-skinned against his. Thus the pair fell asleep.
*****
It was not yet dawn when Dom woke to feel Lizhe's hand softly playing with the hairs on his chest. Dom turned to the king and smiled. There were smudges of purple under the Inca's eyes and he was pale, but he seemed contented - and aroused.
"I have been lying here for some time, Dom, looking at your body, and touching it. You have a fine body..."
Dom rose from the bed and used the pottery receptacle standing at its side. Obviously the gift from Tura had not yet been delivered. Climbing back in, he wrapped his arms around the compliant form and kissed Lizhe's shoulder.
"You do not know how I have longed for you to kiss me again, Dom. The first kiss being somewhat...rushed." Lizhe had a smile in his voice; he did not, then, bear a grudge against Dom for spurning him.
Dom put his hand gently on Lizhe's face and tenderly kissed his mouth . He still tastes of spices Dom thought, as he felt the warmth of the willing mouth under his, tasting the soft skin inside it, running his tongue along the willing lips - savouring, delighting in his prize.
Lizhe slid his body on top of Dom's, pushing his hardness between Dom's legs as he did so, pressing Dom's erection against his belly.
"I have wanted you since first I saw you from the terraces, Dom Domingo - proud Spaniard as you were, in your silk clothing and your feathered hat!" Lizhe murmured, kissing Dom's eyes and his forehead and his cheeks.
"I had never seen anything like you, but it was not that. You have a beauty about you..."
Dom reached up and pulled Lizhe to him, capturing the red, swollen lips - so new to kissing - with his own.
"It is you who are beautiful, Lizhe. And so it was with me as I saw you beside the road, and in the garden with the stone. I wanted to touch you in all your secret places."
Lizhe groaned. "Touch me, now!" and Dom reached down and took the growing hardness in his hand.
Lizhe too, took Dom in his hand, and they moaned aloud as they touched, each as inflamed as the other.
Dom was the one to ask it. "Lizhe, I wish...I want..."
"What do you want, Dom? Tell me."
Dom buried his face in Lizhe's shoulder. "I want to be ...I want... I cannot ask it. Perhaps it is forbidden, and I would anger you in asking." Dom panted against Lizhe's silken skin.
"You wish to take me...is that it?"
Dom nodded. "I do. Forgive me, forgive me!"
Lizhe smiled.
"Then you may have your desire, for I can refuse you nothing. But know that I have not before..."
Dom raised his head to stare at Lizhe in amazement. "You are a virgin as to this, yet you would give yourself to me?"
Lizhe dropped a kiss on Dom's open mouth. "I do offer myself to your body, yes, for I desire you above all men."
The Spaniard shifted onto his shoulder, and taking Lizhe in his arms, squeezed him tightly. "We need oil, mi amor. We cannot do this without it."
Lizhe called loudly, startling Dom into silence, and when a servant knelt beside the bed, and Lizhe issued an order for oil particular to lovemaking, he burst out into loud laughter.
"You are a king amongst kings, Lizhe! Only you would...could..."
The Inca turned in bed, and lay on his back, his erection tenting the bedclothes as he waited for the servant's return.
"The servants know everything about us, Dom. How much water we void in the night, what we eat, where we go, and when and with whom we make love. We need oil, he will bring it. He will tell his fellow servants in the morning that God took the new Auqui last night. And they will talk for a few minutes on what it must be like to lie with God, or with the bearded stranger, whispering in case they are overheard. Then they will go about their business and forget us. That is the nature of men."
Dom waited until the man had put the small bottle of oil in Lizhe's hand and left the room, before saying "You are a most remarkable creature, Aralizhe Pachacuti - note that I do not say "man", for I am not perfectly sure you are one."
Lizhe laughed low in his throat. "Oh, I am a man, Dom Domingo. Here is my proof. " He guided Dom's hand to the part of him that best described his maleness, and groaned as Dom's fingers worked upon him there.
He handed the clay bottle to Dom, who poured some in his fingers, glad to smell, instead of the oil, the fresh herb scent it exuded. Then, forgetting everything else, he gave himself up to love.
Lizhe lay quietly as Dom prepared his body, and beyond gasping a few times as Dom's long fingers did their work, he made no complaint. And when Dom, unable to hold back any longer for his need was too great, entered Lizhe, the Inca gave a small cry as if in pain, but in the next breath urged Dom to greater effort, which Dom, too far gone to slow down, scarcely heard, so great was his passion .
Dom had turned Lizhe's supple body before entering him, so that the man was facing him instead of the mattress, and he was moved beyond speech to see the tears in the Inca's eyes and the joy etched on his face at their union.
Able, now, to kiss his lover, Dom did so, and hearing and feeling Lizhe moan into his mouth as Dom pushed hard into him made Dom weak with desire. After a few hard thrusts he shifted his body slightly, and Dom pushed upwards. The moans turned into cries of joy as Lizhe, trembling as if still in a fever, came and Dom, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned Lizhe's name aloud, again and again as he spent himself within the sated body resting beneath him.
Dom could not move. He was almost boneless with satisfied desire.
"My love," the quiet voice came from under him, "I cannot breathe!"
Cursing his thoughtlessness, Dom carefully rolled off Lizhe, and took him in his arms, murmuring endearments and kissing him with quick bird-like embraces on his face and neck.
"Did I hurt you, mi querido? I am...I am sorry if I did..."
Lizhe let out a muffled laugh into Dom's neck. "Sorry, indeed! You pounded into me as if I were maize under a pestle, Dom, so do not tell me you are sorry."
Dom had the grace to blush. "I could not help, it, truly. I have never wanted anyone so badly...forgive me!"
Lizhe kissed him, smiling softly. "You are forgiven. but next time it is my turn to grind the maize!"
To his great surprise Dom Domingo, papal nuncio and Prince and Lord of Aragon, found that he wanted this more than he needed food or wine. If, a month ago, someone had told him that he would desire nothing more than to be ravished by the savage God-King of the Incas, he would have thought them mad.
The dawn had still not risen, so the two lovers, wrapped in each others arms, fell asleep again.
*****
Later, while they broke their fast together, Dom remembered a question he had wanted to ask. "What are the Virgins of the Sun, Lizhe?"
The Inca, having sent a servant to tell the Coya he would eat alone, swallowed his mouthful of manioc and said, "they are virgins chosen to serve me as the Only Son of the Sun, the Sapa Inti Churin. They are usually nine years old when they are chosen, and are then trained in those areas to which they are best suited, weaving, brewing, the knots, or to be priestesses of the God. Sometimes the God takes one of them to his bed - when they are old enough of course - and occasionally they are chosen..."
But at this moment, Rimac came in with a message for Lizhe and the conversation was lost.
It was Lizhe's day to work in the accounting room and he took Dom along to see it before Dom left to visit Will and David in the carpenters' workshops.
Dom stared. From a pole hanging across the wide room there were hundreds of strings of all thicknesses and colours and lengths, some as thick as a man's thumb, along which were tied dozens if not hundreds of knots, and hanging from these strings were other strings knotted along its length.
And on pegs around the walls were other bunches of quipu of all different colours sizes and shapes. Dom could not think how a man could keep track of this sort of recording, but as soon as they entered Lizhe's quick eye had noted an addition to a string and asked the head quipu-camayoc when the account had been amended.
Dom noticed that although the man bowed low when Lizhe addressed him, he did not grovel before the king as did the servants elsewhere, and realised at once the inconvenience of crawling about on the floor to conduct one's daily business. Obviously there were exceptions to every rule.
When Dom left to go to the workshops he despaired of ever mastering the knots, but his heart was light, as Lizhe had kissed him, quite un-self-consciously, in front of all the accountants busy with their knots.
No-one even glanced in God's direction. Obviously his doings were above those of mortal men.
Yet the joy in his heart was short lived for in the course of their conversation, Lizhe told Dom that whilst Dom had been changing his clothing, the king had ordered Rimac to come to him that night.
Light-headed from the pleasure of the night's love-making, and the blow to his head, thrilled with the unselfconscious kiss only moments previously, Dom came down to earth hard. He shook himself. Of course he would not expect Lizhe to give up his other lovers for him. He was not like the unknown Tupac, who had been sent away in disgrace for trying to command God. He could not, however, help feeling sad. It had meant so much to him, the joy and the pleasure of their union - but had it meant the same to Lizhe?
He rubbed his sore head, and only then remembered that he had not discovered if Lizhe had learned anything from taking the leaves. He had not know if it was forbidden to ask, so had not ventured to enquire. He would try to see Villac later and find out. Meanwhile he was anxious to see the fruit of his drawings in the workshops. It would take his mind off his sore heart.
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Dom had spent a happy day with Will and David, watching the two men fit tenon and mortar together, planing with a sharp blade and gloating over their completed work. Dom saw Will place his hand on David's shoulder, and the younger man looked as if he were accustomed to the touch. Will saw Dom's look and blushed and shook his head. So the two men were friends only, not lovers. But it was not Dom's concern if they were lovers or not.
He said nothing to his friend concerning his night with Lizhe, but Will had winked at him, so it must, Dom reasoned, show in his face.
The toys had been a great success. Every child in the city wanted one, and Dom, remembering the pinched little face in the house of the Mama-cona, asked if a man could take some sample toys there, too, and receive the children's orders. Even the children of a God-King were still children.
It was with a heavy heart that Dom returned to his room after the sun went down. He missed Lizhe already, and wanted his company in bed and outside it.
He was made very happy, therefore, when the Inca sent for him later that night. Of Rimac there was no sign, and Dom thought it far too delicate a matter to probe.
He was to spend the night with Lizhe - that was all that mattered.
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Date: 2006-06-13 07:01 am (UTC)Absolutely lovely! And fascinating, too. I love all the detail, Issy. This is such an educational journey. But oh, the lovemaking - it was wonderful - Dom was Lizhe's first! And poor Dom the next day when he heard Lizhe had arranged for Rimac to visit him - my heart ached for him. But now he has been sent for again. :))))
Beautiful!
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-06-13 06:50 pm (UTC)The detail is fascinating, and the lovemaking wonderful - their first time was bound to be special and it certainly was! What a truly amazing man this God-king is, allowing himself to be taken and not insisting on the alternative, not until next time...
I felt for Dom when initially Rimac was summoned, then shared his joy when he was sent for later that night. Was Rimac told that his services would no longer be required and if so will this cause jealousy in Rimac? Or must he simply accept it as the decision of his God?
A delightful chapter, but knowing you, Issi, I fear that things are going too well for our lovers...
Thanks to you and to Ladysunrope.
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-06-13 07:02 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-06-13 07:46 pm (UTC);D
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Date: 2006-06-13 08:05 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-06-13 08:02 am (UTC)Lizhe kissed him, smiling softly. "You are forgiven. but next time it is my turn to grind the maize!"
That made me smile! I'm sure they're looking foward to their next time together... as am I. :)
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:14 pm (UTC)I was talking with a lesbian a couple weeks ago who made a comment that lesbians are much more into the romance than straight couples (nevermind gay men). "Because there are twice as many women."
Younger women have that very strong sex drive of course, at least once a month. But a more mature woman should be more into the 'lurve'. It's one of our better qualities.
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Date: 2006-06-13 12:35 pm (UTC)I wonder what Lizhe wanted from Rimac. Can’t be what is implied because Lizhe said, “I do offer myself to your body, yes, for I desire you above all men," and that says it all, really.
Looking forward to Friday, three more sleeps. :)
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Date: 2006-06-13 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 11:43 am (UTC)I did, thanks for asking. And I found out some stuff. I wonder how much will you put into the fic.
Two more sleeps :D
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Date: 2006-06-14 02:10 pm (UTC)Sometimes I think I know where she is going with her tale and then I find I'm completely wrong and say to myself, "well, I'll be damned!"
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Date: 2006-06-13 05:45 pm (UTC)Will is great too. I can imagine him and David making toys galore :D
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Date: 2006-06-14 02:09 am (UTC)But...Lishe..Dom...the love, the sex, the giving. It was wonderful and beautiful. I hate to see this establishment change because even in the probably unfairness of some things (virgins here...over the cliff sacrifice thingy)... it is such a beautiful place. But you can have the beauty without death (or can you...we sure can't seem to) as a sacrifice. That signals the ignorance...then knowledge. But we knew that from the minute you introduced the mirrors hung from the ceilings and Lishe didn't even understand what that meant.
Back to Lishe...Dom...the love...can't get enough and this story is wonderful and totally you. Just like Son of the Sun...totally you. I love it! xoxobig hugs to you Issi.
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Date: 2006-06-14 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:09 am (UTC)You can't imagine how happy you made me today *happy sigh* I am so glad that Dom finally stopped being such a "proud" person! (something very spaniard to do at the time, true, we were such an arse!) And now I am really curious: what did Lizhe see??? Can he help the kid?
I loved all Dom's insecurities, not knowing if he can ask or not. I feared for him when Lizhe got violent for the drugs! And too when he was really close to be jealous. I don't know why but I do think of the real!Dom as a jealous person *giggles*
And the sex. OMG!!!! *fans self*
One thing I really love of m/m relations is that you have the opportunity to read "a first time" twice (one for each). I found it lovely that God-Lizhe was willing to offer his virgin body to Dom... And now... Now it's Dom's time :)
Lovely chapter, Issi! I am in love with this story ♥
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Date: 2006-06-14 08:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:53 am (UTC)I knew it! *hehe*
I can tell you that Dom's POV is working very well. I do like it when all you know from the other person's pov is ONLY when they tell you. It's very difficult (for me) to write like that. YOU ARE THE BEST! ♥
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:33 pm (UTC)I, too, have an uneasy feeling about the virgins. I remember reading about the Aztecs, and how before fighting a battle they would sacrifice seventy virgins on the altar of Huitzilopochtli the war god, along with whatever prisoners of war they might have lying around. Most of these were Incas, so I guess they must have similar traditions, hm?
Dom should not be so jealous; did not Lizhe say that he desires him above all men?
Love this soo much, Issi, love it!
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:37 pm (UTC)Lizhe desires Dom above all men. Meep. Is silly, but meep!!
Glad you like it my dear. Snoogles you, and am waiting DESPERATELY for more DomLij from YOU! xxxxxxxx
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Date: 2006-06-15 10:12 pm (UTC)"Sometimes the God takes one of them to his bed - when they are old enough of course - and occasionally they are chosen...""
Urgh. I don't think I want to know what they are chosen for!
Somehow I missed this chapter when you published it, but it was so good. Now, off to read chapter 10!
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