The Fifth Beast (ManxMan Chinese/Celtic Fantasy Story)

Chapter 33

I promise you that it will brighten up a little after this chapter, and Niall won't have a trauma. He won't be even too mad at Daire after the promised three weeks ended.

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Niall's suspicions were immediately confirmed. Just as he uttered the words of the Tuatha Dé's unbreakable oath, Daire Mac Cormac instantly shed the guise of friendly, civilized behavior and let loose his savage nature. He grabbed Niall with his huge paws and began to tear off his clothes.

"You little white-haired prude, how long have I waited for this!" he snarled like a bear, and Niall's bones nearly cracked in his bearish embrace. "Well, that's the end of your lily-white ass, Niall Mac Nechtan, I'll rip you a new one!"

"You're out of your mind!" Niall yelled and kneed Daire in the balls. He missed a little, hitting his leg rather than between the legs, but Daire let him go.

Yeah, let him out of his hands, but slapped him on the face so hard Niall took two steps back and tumbled on the ground. He sprang to his feet immediately, but Daire knocked him down again and put his heavy foot on his chest.

"How do you talk to your master, slave!" his voice boomed.

"Daire, what kind of farce is this? Touch me, and I'll challenge you to a duel!"

"A duel? Without your element?"

Daire leaned forward, pressing his foot harder. Niall wheezed and tried to throw his foot off his chest, but in vain.

"You are as weak now as a sickly mortal. I could just take you by force, and you wouldn't be able to resist. But you have just sworn that you will serve me and do as I command. I command you to take off your clothes." He took his foot away and pushed Niall with the toe of his boot. "Come on, I am waiting."

Niall was fairly shaking with rage. He shot Daire a hateful look and gritted his teeth. He felt like cursing, screaming, reminding Daire that he was his equal, Lord of the Tuatha Dé and Lord of Lightning, even without magical power and in the guise of a mortal slave. But he had sworn on the most sacred name of the Tuatha Dé. Such an oath absolutely could not be broken.

His breath hitching from anger, he pulled his tunic over his head, stood up, and stripped off his pants and underwear. He stood naked before Daire, looking at him with grim contempt. No matter, he already wasn't a stranger to violence. He would get over it eventually.

"Tonight I'll let you look at me like this. But only tonight," Daire said.

He lifted Niall's face up by the chin and claimed his lips in a harsh, commanding kiss, as if branding his property.

Niall parted his lips and let Daire shove his tongue into his mouth, but he didn't respond to the kiss. No way, he would never pretend to like it! He was going to hate every minute he spent pleasuring Daire Mac Cormac!

Daire waved his hand, and a swarm of dried leaves swirled at Niall's feet and gathered themselves into a pile. Daire threw Niall's facedown into the leaves, forced his legs open and covered him with his huge body. Niall screamed in pain as Daire's cock rammed between his buttocks, huge as a knaggy club. Daire must have thought better and cast a healing spell, because the pain went from sharp and cutting to dull and distant. Niall couldn't even scream again as each thrust from Daire flattened him on the ground, squeezing the air out of his lungs, crushing his insides. His hole hurt; Daire could have shrunk his cock if he wanted to, he had that skill (otherwise he couldn't fūck mortals who barely reached his chest). But Daire wasn't even hiding the fact that he wasn't just fūcking Niall, as he'd long dreamed — he was putting him in his place, driving him into submission with his cock and showing him that he could do whatever he pleased with him, even ripping him apart.

Daire slipped his hand under his stomach, lifted his hips up, put his other hand around Niall's cock. Niall sobbed and trembled, pinned like a butterfly. Daire's magic was even stronger than the usual spell of lust. He didn't even jerk Niall off, but simply cast a spell, and Niall came instantly into his hand with a groan. His buttocks clenched convulsively on Daire's stone-hard cock that was ramming him. A few more thrusts, and Daire came too, poring his hot seed into Niall. Then he stopped still, rolled off Niall and lay on his back with a smirk of content.

Niall wanted to turn away from that hateful smirk, and couldn't move. This must be how mortals feel after a night with the Lord of Tuatha De: drained, exhausted, completely used-up. Yeah, and Niall had been thinking he was not a stranger to violence. Compared to Daire, Fao was a gentle lover, indeed.

"I like this look better," Daire said. "Fear and submission suit you, Niall Mac Nechtan. I should have fūcked you twenty years ago, why did I wait so long?"

"Maybe you didn't want me to hate you, Daire Mac Cormac," Niall echoed tiredly.

In fact, he didn't even have the strength to hate.

Daire snorted. He stood up, stripped off his sleeveless jacket and pants, which he still had on. He flipped Niall over onto his back and spread his knees open. His cock was again at attention. Woad paint was a trifle; the Lord of Forest could channel his blood through his veins in any part of his body. And not just his own. He slipped his fingers around Niall's cock, and Niall bit his lip to keep himself from screaming — so fast and painful was his instant erection.

"Say, 'Take me, Master!'"

Niall bit his lip harder. He desperately wanted to say quite different things, and throw in some words of affection, like 'pig' and 'asshole'.

Daire licked his fingers and slid them up Niall's hole, still stretched open and wet. He caressed Niall's insides, stroking his cock with his other hand. Probably used magic too, because a sudden wave of pleasure, mixed with humiliation and pain, washed over Niall's body.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to call you Master in private, Daire Mac Cormac," he spat out through clenched teeth. "Come on, fūck me like a man. Show me who is in charge, I didn't quite catch it."

Daire pulled his knees up to his chest and fūcked him again: ruthlessly, powerfully, masterfully.

After that he didn't even bother getting dressed. He just grabbed their clothes, Niall's braid and Niall himself, and slung him over his shoulder. Niall sagged like a rag doll, utterly exhausted. It hurt to even close his legs, and walking on his own was out of the question.

He wasn't surprised to find himself in Ath Luain Castle a few minutes later. Daire could not move with lightning speed, but he possessed a special skill of quick step in the forest, each of which moved him a hundred normal steps. A useful skill, but it didn't work beyond the edge of the forest, out in the open.

Daire threw Niall down on the bed in his bedroom and predictably fūcked him again. Then, finally, he let his 'slave' wash, eat, drink wine — and made him serve at the table, pour Daire's wine, drink from Daire's cup and feed him delicacies with his own fingers.

Eventually Niall Mac Nechtan lost track of how many times Daire had taken him overnight. The sky outside the bedroom window had already lightened up when Daire finally got off him and let him sleep. He seemed to have healed his bruises and bites, but Niall didn't remember that, because he fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

The thought of it lasting three weeks made him wish to never wake up again.