Dark Eros

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The sky was grey as the king was mourned, his body buried away underneath the earth, his soul no longer of the land. Weeping songs were being sung, prayers being harrowed. The queen had not moved from the kings grave, there she sat in grief, her tears yet to dry. The princesses did the same, bowing, sending prayers to the gods of creation and death.

Fumnaya knelled stiffly, not one tear had graced his cheeks.

Ife joined in the prayers, feeling sorrow for the great king lost and for Fumnaya, in losing his father. Day turned to night and suddenly Fumnaya stood, moving toward Ife. He pulled her up and headed for his hut.

He pushed her inside, dragging her toward his bed. She knew what was to come, could see the tension in his muscled back, feel the emotion emanating from his large frame.

He gripped her shoulders, shaking her, anger on his face. "You knew!" He boomed down at her. "You knew and you told no one!"

She twisted in his hold, pushing at his chest. He grabbed wrists, squeezing them so tight she fell to her knees before him, her knees on the soft blankets of his bed. She gazed up at him, her eyes wide, tears building in them.

"You did not tell me..." His voice broke slightly but still no tears filled his eyes. "Why?"

She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.

"Why, Ife? Speak!" He demanded angrily.

"It was not for me to tell!" She shouted on a sob.

"Yes, it was! You knew of his pain and stayed silent...he was king, my father...you had every reason to tell me."

"No...It was his fate, his life, his pain. He knew, and he wanted to go with a quickness. He wanted no one to fuss over him or his pain before they had to. He wanted no one to know." She cried up at him, sobbing.

"Something could have been done..."

She shook her head, "It was his time...no amount of herbs or prayer would have stopped it, Fumnaya."

The anger on his face stayed there and suddenly he removed his breech-cloth, letting it fall to the floor. The emotion in him raged to the forefront and seemed to waft off of him in waves. All the fear that she had once harbored for his thunderous passion returned tenfold. Her dreams of him being a hungry lion and swallowing her whole quickly began to register in her mind.

He released her wrists and began to remove his jewelry until he was standing before her in his nakedness. His gaze was piercing as he said through grit teeth, "Remove your clothing, Ife."

She fell onto her bottom, staring up at him. His blue eyes were darker than they had ever been. The sound of rain pouring began, the sound growing louder every second.

Ife had not moved an inch, was still staring into his eyes.

"Now."

She flinched at his tone but slowly she pulled her golden bangles from her arms, slipped her tunic over head and finally pulled her skirt down her hips.

He knelled in front of her, laying her down before him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back before kissing her with all the pent up emotion he harbored. She could seemingly taste his despair, his anger, his fear. His kiss was not sweet, nor did it leave a sugary taste in her mouth.

It was sour and salty, and made her tremble in his embrace for fear of it. The strength of it. His caresses were rough, greedy in their exploration. The hand in her hair was not gentle in it's pulling but desperate and demanding. Her lips felt bruised by his kiss, her tongue tired. Her skin felt misused by his harsh touch but despite all that, desire still ignited in the pit of her stomach, flared to life between her legs.

Her chest rose and fell in rapid procession, her arms circled his neck, his hand tightened in her hair. He kissed her cheek, her neck, stopped to bite at her shoulder. He trailed a hand down her stomach, cupping her sex. He rubbed at her arousal until her back was arching. He slipped two fingers inside her, causing a whimper of surprise to escape her lips at how swift his movement was.

He pumped them in and out of her, pushing them into her as deep as he could before pulling them out. Soon she was screaming, her body shaking as she tensed. But he did not stop, his fingers were relentless and her screams turned to sobs as her body spasmed over and over again. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pleasure building inside her continued until point of almost painful.

She grabbed at the hand between her legs, trying to stop it's movement, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her grip on his wrist was weak but still she squeezed it, tears rolling down her cheeks one after the other. "Fumnaya, please." She managed between trembling lips, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her plea reached him through his haze of emotion and his hand went still inside her. He kissed her wet cheeks, drinking up her tears.

And then he was urging her onto her knees, his hand on the back of her neck, holding her down so that her cheek was buried in the blankets, her backside up in the air, presented for his taking. Her heart began to pound at the fact that he had never been this rough with her before, never so urgent in his domination or his desire to have her. Nor so filled with conflicting emotion.

She held her breath when he placed a hand on her hip, pulling her back as he pushed the length of his hardness inside her. He slammed forward and she grabbed fistfuls of the blankets in her hands. He began to pump into her, the sound of skin slapping and rain pounding the huts roof all that was heard.

His thrusting grew rougher, faster. Her toes curled, her breath caught in her throat. Her stomach clenched and she swore she felt him there, in the pit of her stomach before he groaned, the sound similar to a roar in her ringing ears.

She trembled under him as he grew lax, collapsing on top of her. His chest pressed to her back, his head tucked into the corner of her shoulder. His hands covering her fists. He was still buried inside her.

Time passed and still he did not move, nor did he sleep. But she did, her breathing even as sleep consumed for a while. He let her sleep until his emotion told hold of him once more and then he woke her with his need, her screams dissolving into the night, mixing with the thunder that threatened to shake the earth outside.