Signed with blood

Konrad moaned softly feeling as the other slipped in again, incredibly slowly, enough to tease him with the friction, but not enough to let him feel real pleasure. His arms contracted, trying to free themselves from the handcuffs that kept them behind his back. A small annoyed sound escaped his lips. He wanted to dig his nails into the bed for how frustrated he was. God, that man was killing him. "You know what you have to do..." The man behind him spoke calmly as he took himself out once again until the tip, to them enter again at that slow rythm. Konrad closed his eyes, biting his tongue, trying to resist the urge to plead. At least, bended on the bed like that he had not to face the grinning face of the other. Still, the feeling of the hips of the other connecting to his, as he took all the man had to give, made his head spin. "Just say it and it will all be over..." A sweet shock run down Konrad's spine and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt the other pressed the right point inside of him. The other man chuckled and did it again, slightly increasing the speed, but always keeping it low enough to make the other squirm trying to get more stimulation. As the man saw that, he quickly the other put his hands on Konrad's hips, preventing him from meeting his thrusts. The other made a disappointment sound, but didn't try to move anymore. He just needed a bit more... Just a bit more and he would fall in pieces. "Oh, come on..." The man smiled and tightened his grip on his hips. Konrad seemed ready to cry, his black hair scattered on his face, his eyes closed shut in a grimace of pain and pleasure. With his head pressed against the mattress there was no way to hide it from the other man. A trembling "god" escaped his lips as the other went even deeper than before. The idea of what he could have had made him almost sob, the promise of such a sweet reward near enough for him to see it, but just out of reach. "You know what to say..." His resolution was slowly slipping away, all his skin tingling with electricity, in his mouth the taste of an orgasm that he couldn't reach. He could sense a knot forming in his stomach, his nerves on fire under the slow but incessant movements of the other. He needed just a bit more... "Please, just..." "Say it" "You own me" As the words left his trembling lips, the other started to move with more decisions, making him open his mouth in the bliss. All the pleasure he was denied before was dashing on his like a wave. All the control that the other man had shown until that point, was completely gone, as he roughly slammed himself in the other. It was so sweet Konrad could taste the feeling on his tongue, all the nerves in his body aflame with the pure pleasure running in them as the rhythmic thrusts of the other men now hit just the right spot. Pleads spilled from his lips before he could even think to stop himself. That was too good to finish. He swore under his breath that if the other stoped again to move, he would have probably killed him. The other man made a breathless laugh behind him, never stopping his movements. His heavy breath and the occasional grunts of pleasure let -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Some weeks before Konrad opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. His head was exploding. The day before he may have drinken too much wine at the ball, but then, again, he was the duke, so nobody could tell him how to behave himself. Slowly he dragged himself up and started to prepare himself. His people where waiting for him, he knew that. He could hear their excited voices just under his window, waiting to hear what the duke had to tell. The winter was near and with the raids that the Vikings had done, there was not much left. It was clear: they wanted blood or food. Unfortunately, Konrad didn't know how to make weed grow faster nor during autumn. When he finally emerged, the place was crawling with people, the impatience palpable. He slowly got on the wooden stage; he felt the eyes of all the present pointed on him like a pack of hungry beasts. He tried to shake off the feeling but a part of him knew that if he didn't choose carefully his words, not much would have saved him from a revolution. "We face a test today. Once again those savages have come to our lands and stole what is ours by right" He saw the faces in the crowd start to nod. That was a decent start. His eyes darted around, trying to map the general feeling. "Once again they have took all we had left for they thought we weren't ready. And we weren't." A bitter emotion was towering in the crowd. This was the perfect for what he had to say next. "But we will be. They'll find us ready the next time, and we'll put some fear of God in the hearts of those men" People started to nod, the thought of fighting against the invasors alleviating their worrys about the winter. Blood or food... Konrad repeat to himself. Then they shall have blood. "The next time they come, no one will leave my lands alive" He promised as the crowd started to cheer. The sword at his side, started to feel heavier than usual. The fought of the upcoming fight, leaving him a strange taste in his mouth. He just shook away the feeling. He had an army, they were just some godless savages. What could ever go that wrong? -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. It all went wrong. That was the answer that Konrad wanted desperately to give to his past self as he found himself in chains kneeling on the cold floor of his own throne room. In front of him a man was pacing around. And he obviously was furious. His muscles tensing, trying to contain the badly hidden anger as he walked in the room, seemingly trying to calm himself before facing the prisoner. "You burned my ships!" His voice was dark, the threat of violence hanging in between the lines of what he said. He clenched his fists and turned to look at the duke. His blue eyes sized him up and Konrad had the weird feeling of being a prey for that man and tried not to shiver. He surely did not like the feeling. A strange silence run between them, as they looked at each other. Then the other moved. Konrad tensed up as saw the man coming near him and croching down to look at him in the eyes. The duke gulped, uneasy with having him so near. He was massive. A perfect war machine, his muscles filled with scars, his blond hair long and braided were red for the blood that sprayed on him during the battle. The duke could sense the smell of dirt and death on him. The blood of his men. He tried to ignore the thought the best he could, trying to concentrate on the situation itself. "I was defending my people" He tried in his best confident voice, but it came out as shaky. "You think of yourself as some kind of hero? Heroes don't live long, even less when they're dealing with me" He growled, putting a hand around his neck and squeezing a bit. Konrad's eyes widened in panic, his hands going up to wrap his wrists, trying to pull him away. It was pure instinct, it was clear, but still the other man seemed amused by his weak try to make him let go of his throat. All that Konrad could do was to look into his glacial eyes, as the hand on his throat got tighter and tighter.