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eliot_thespectacular) wrote2023-11-04 06:42 pm
eliot_thespectacular) wrote2023-11-04 06:42 pm
John
Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.
Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.
Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.
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John didn't, but he did push Eliot's legs apart and begin to finger him as he sucked him eagerly. A bit of spit and he could torment the swollen gland deep inside, nearly force his release...
And then John pulled away, only to begin a complex motion with his hands. The circle began to glow brighter and wisps of magic tristed and swirled to Eliot's body, stealing the power of the life energy just waiting to come.
John watched, waiting until the spell was almost complete, when it needed only one more component. That was when he slicked his cock.
"Spread," he commanded, the magic building and building as John finally filled him.
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He let Eliot hold on; John braced himself up and found the leverage to fuck Eliot hard and deep. As he did, he chanted low, the power growing and growing. He was sure Eliot had finally raised enough, all he had to do now was let go.
"Give it up, love. Let it blow," he said, bracing himself for the spell to be cast.
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John held his hip, driving into him until he came undone, and then simply not stopping. Charged with the energy of the spell, he was going to be able to keep on all night until they had the answers they needed.
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"Come for me, love," John murmured. "The more you give the clearer your answer..."
He couldn't keep up the pace, though, and after a moment he slowed and stopped and withdrew.
"All fours," he demanded, pulling himself so he didn't lose the energy. "I'll make you come like that."
He almost felt bad about the state he was going to leave Eliot it, but he didn't need to walk around tomorrow...
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John gripped him by the hips and filled him with one swift push. He began to chant again, building power as the smack of his hips colliding kept tempo.
Eliot was a natural at this. The power grew exponentially, every thrust bringing them closer to the next peak.
"We're nearly there...be careful. Control it, baby. Control," he said, knowing this was the point when Eliot's natural talent could upset everything.
Still, he reached around to jerk him off.
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"Yes sir," he moaned, and arched his back, pushing back against him. "Please, fuck, fill me up again...."
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"Control," he whispered, leaning forward over Eliot's back until his lips were at the man's neck.
"Come when I count to three, hmm? Control, baby. You can do it. Listen to me. The spell is ready. Are you ready? One...two..."
The circle began to glow, brighter, brighter, too white to see as John took him to the edge one last time.
"...Three..."
Part of him expected Eliot's magic to destroy the entire ship.
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He came, again, with a sharp, bright cry.
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John began to shake with the power of it all and caught Eliot's hair to hold on as the magic split the air when Eliot came.
The warlock was left spent, panting, an orange glow slowly fading from his eyes.
"Well done," he whispered, breathing Eliot in and then kissing his shoulder.
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John looked at him curiously as he moved away and hovered over him.
"Say that again," he said, just to be certain he'd heard what he thought.
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John smirked, smug satisfaction oozing off of him.
"Your mum met a Djinn once," he said. "He left you behind. That's a language you've got to be born to it to speak, hmm?"
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"Hung like a horse, to start. Your mum probably had a fond thought of him every time she looked at you," John said with a dirty smirk.
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He ran a hand through his hair. "So what... does this even mean? I mean except for giving me the satisfaction of knowing I don't have the blood of the asshole who beat the shit out of me for fifteen years."
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"Djinn are a sort of fae, sort of, from a land far across the sea of the sunrise horizon. SOmetimes they find their way here through merchants who have a fancy bottle to sell, or a lamp, or a box. Someone buys it, the djinn is released, it wanders the world. If I remember correctly, they're an air spirit...the nymphs may be able to tell you more. Perhaps the prince, though I doubt there are any djinn delegations to the palace," John explained as he took down the spell and tidied the room.
Then he smiled at Eliot.
"Having djinn blood is likely why your magic is untamed," he added.
He wet his lips.
"And why you're a good boy who does what he's told," he finished, testing a theory.
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"You have no idea," he said, offering Eliot a hand up.
"Get in bed. On your back, legs spread. Do it now," he ordered, calm and quite clear. "And hold the bed rail for me, too."
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He took John's hand to get to his feet. "Figured me out, have you," he said, voice a little raspy, and then went over to the bed... to do exactly as he was told.
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"Shut your mouth, unless you want my cock in it," John told him, admiring Eliot for a moment, the way he'd been so very obedient.
"That's the djinn blood, too," he said.
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