Time In My Hands: Zane

The months passed rather quickly, and early spring, Zane bloomed. I felt sorry for the boy as I watched him try to handle his new desire. It seemed nearly overwhelming for him.

Finally, Zane couldn’t handle it anymore. I was lying in bed in the late evening, though the sky was already lightening as the sun rise came about. I stirred awake, feeling a hand against my cheek, the touch so gentle and curious. “Mnn… Zane?” I murmured, gazing up at him. I immediately saw the lust in his eyes and he was so close. His breath blew over my cheek and lips.

“Tama…” That was the name they’d given me, as I’d been nameless. “May I? Would you, please? I can’t take it anymore…” He whimpered against my ear, pressed to my side. The boy was erect, and it caused me to flush.

“Zane… It will be sunrise soon.” My dark midnight eyes were already changing to a lightly dawn colour. It wasn’t that Zane wasn’t attractive, as he was. He was just as attractive as the Lord, and maybe even more so because he was about my age in looks. It didn’t help that he was an impressive size for his younger age.

“I’ll take your place, Tama. I’ll tell him you’re ill. Please, Tama.” He was begging. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and nodded slowly.

“Let me turn over Zane… It will be easier for your first time.” I murmured, shifting to roll onto my belly. My heartbeat sped up, and I could feel his nervously flutter against my back as he laid over me.

“What now?” He whispered with a shuddered, nervous and anticipating breath.

“Follow your instincts, and keep quite.” I smiled, though he still seemed lost. “Lick your fingers and use them first.” He did so and I shifted carefully for him. His finger pressed in against my entrance, slowly working its way deep into me. It had been so long since my last coupling, my body was virgin tight. “Ahann…” My face pressed down into the pillow to muffle my moans.

Slowly, he tested my body, toying curiously with just that finger for a long while. Finally, he added a second, earning a deep groan from me as he thrust them in deep and moved them about. He toyed with just two for a while again, bringing me to a heavy pant as he rocked back a little. It wasn’t near as long before he added a third finger, plunging them in. “Mnnnpphh!!” He thrust them in and out at a gingerly pace. It was like torture, but I’d let him take his time.

It was what nearly felt like forever when he finally seemed to have enough of that, and he pulled both of our night shirts off to toss aside. I braced myself over the bed with my hands and knees, his body settling behind me. The next thing I knew I was jerked a little when Zane suddenly thrust deep.

Now buried within me, Zane started to thrust, his body eager but he was trying to be gentle with my seemingly fragile frame. I had to drop down onto my elbows so I could muffle my moans with a pillow and hide my tears from the pain this caused. Not only physically, but mentally. I could feel his heavy breaths against my neck, his heat making me sweat.

Now and then, Zane slipped out. I hadn’t expected this to be perfect, but it was actually getting too painful. “Nng.. Zane.. Zane, stop.” I gasped out, and he did, pulling out of me. “Lie down, Zane.” I murmured, moving. He gave me a questioning look, but did as I told him to. I crawled over his body, blood tricking down my leg slowly, but I did not care. We would finish this so his hunger would be satisfied, and then.. I would leave from being his room mate. I wouldn’t allow this to happen again.

I held my body over him, one hand on his leg, the other gently grasping his cock to guide him back into me as I lowered myself down. “Nnmmph..” I bit my lip, drawing a little blood. At least I could have more control over it now.

He moaned faintly, and I reminded him to be quiet, less we draw attention to us. I seated myself on him, panting a little before I braced myself on the bed and slowly bounced my body on him, sliding him out almost completely before taking him in deep.

His hands rested onto my hips, and I felt my body tense, thinking he’d slam me down on him, but he just steadied me. My heart was racing again, like that time with master… That time I lost my humanity and the ability to die. The night that brought me into a new world for an eternity. It made tears well in my eyes.

Zane sat up. Thu-thump. I felt my heart beat and panting collide with his when he pulled me close. I still moved, holding onto the boy tight as I stifled a sob. This was not a time to cry, but I was glad Zane didn’t have us stop when his chest began to wet with salty liquid.

Outside it started to rain, and when it rains it pours. If only I had known the floods to come.

 ***

When I woke, Zane was gone and it was mid day. I could hear voices outside the door. The Lord’s sounding worried and demanding. I was suddenly so pale when I heard the door opening. I did not want him to see me like this, bloody and covered in semen. My body curled under the blankets and I pretended to sleep once more.

“M’Lord… Please, let Tama sleep. He said he’s not feeling well at all.” Zane whispered, furrowing his brow. He didn’t want his Lord to find out either, worried he’d be angry. He knew how much he admired Tama and he’d heard him claim that one day the boy would be his. What would he do if he found out he’d slept with the man he loved most?

I stirred a little when he touched my forehead, and I was indeed feverish, but I was not ill. It was just nerves. He sighed and pushed the blanket down from my face a little, noticing my missing night shirt. “Tama? Where’re your clothes?” He whispered to me, leaned down against my ear. I trembled and gave a faint whimper. “The floor, M’Lord.’ Was my only response as I furrowed my brow. “I see.” He grunted a little, seeming displeased as he took a deep breath. I knew what he could smell.

The Lord could smell the deep, pungent smell of sex and the metallic of the blood. I knew he knew what happened now, and I opened my eyes slowly. “My Lord… I think I should room with you from now on.” I whispered out and he nodded slowly.

“I think so too. Zane, go to your mother. She needs help cooking today.” He said, waiting for the boy to leave. When he looked to me again, it hurt. His look was filled with a slight hurt, something I had yet to see from him. I sat up slowly and looked down.

“I’m sorry, My lord… He begged me, though… Don’t be mad at him though.. He’s your son, right?” My face was grabbed and I trembled, suddenly frightened.

“Don’t ever mention that.” He grunted, holding me close afterwards as if to make up for the near violent outbreak. “He doesn’t know… I’m sorry I frightened you, but should anyone find out I fathered him, I would be exiled!” He whispered, kissing over my neck a little. “I want to know more about you, Tama. I won’t wait any longer. Let’s go get you cleaned up, and we’ll talk.” He said, getting my shirt to pull onto me before picking me up. He carried me back to his room himself, sitting me in the bathroom as he drew a bath of hot water. By the time dinner came, the Lord knew everything about me. From my birth and then my master. He knew about my new life and my blood, even about my Godly status. I told him everything I could, and when he advanced on me, I pressed my fingers to his lips again.

“What now?” He wasn’t as patient as before. I didn’t blame him; I’d made him wait long enough already.

“After dinner.” I said softly, kissing his lips briefly, and he accepted that.