Collapsed World [MxM, Non-Con, Mpreg]

Part 19 [Lykaios]

It would be hard for Lykaios to explain to another how others emotions felt to him. Iris' pain, his confusion and fear, to Lykaios felt like the very stuff of life. It was these emotions at base that provoked people to live to fight. It didn't feel like it to Iris of course, but Lykaios felt it very differently. He closed his eyes and let Iris' emotional depths wash over him, pull him under. Iris was not as shallow as the other Avaens Lykaios had met and owned. His pain went deeper and spread further in his emotional lake than anyone else. Lykaios could feel the despair under the pain, the desire to no longer be. But he was not angry at it this time. It was part of the purpose of this, to kill the person Iris had been, to reduce it to a whisper. Lykaios had felt that spark of anger, of indignation and intelligence earlier before it fizzled out. But it was that spark that Lykaios would foster and grow. That spark that Lykaios needed Iris to feel in his very soul. With a sigh he released his second load down Iris' throat, tilting his head back so that Iris had no choice but to swallow all of it. Even as he pulled from Iris' mouth, his cock grew bigger and harder, his physical pleasure growing and making his member throb. But he ignored it, the physical pleasure not his priority of concern. He knelt next to Iris' face, brushing away his tears gently.

"The phoenix must burn to emerge. Into this self of death that your mate protected and nurtured, I will breathe life." Lykaios whispered to Iris in accent-less Avaenian.

Iris undoubtedly saw Lykaios a cruel torturer. One who wished only to cause pain for pain's sake and took enjoyment out of bringing his pets low and breaking their spirit. But in that he was wrong. Lykaios took no pleasure in those who had no hope, who were beyond redemption. Iris was not beyond redemption. His mate might have dulled his mind, squandered his gifts behind complacency and a false sense of security, but Lykaios would transform this weak and dependent creature. This creature who could not find spark to live from the removal of ink on his skin, that could not think of how to get himself out of his situation other than self-sacrifice. Such a creature Lykaios would destroy and transform. Lykaios didn't require Iris' love or understanding. Those might come in time as it had with the others. But Iris would change and he would help Lykaios in his question, whether he wished or knew it or not. Lykaios went back behind Iris, seeing the damage he had wrought and smirking a little at the sight of the blood. Lykaios opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of special salve, made from medicine on another world which would stitch Iris' wounds together and make him as he was. Lykaios hummed an Avaen hymn softly as he applied the salve, his fingers sliding into Iris.

With his night eyes Lykaios watched as the skin stitched together and Iris' sphincter tightened again. It would hurt of course, when Lykaios entered him again. Even worse than before as the nerves were still sensitive, though healed. But Lykaios did not penetrate him again right away. He replaced the tube of salve and took out a little lubrication. He silenced himself again, letting Iris sit in the dark and silence, wondering and anticipating the next push into his rear. Iris thought his songs and attempts to ignore would save him. But it wouldn't. Not at his level and not now. Quietly Lykaios put a little lubricant on his hard and large cock, considerate enough to know that the size he was now would be a bit too much raw. But he otherwise showed no more courtesy than he had the first time, monitoring Iris' emotional waves for the optimum moment to push against him.

"I will mark you are a child of life and transform you into such." Lykaios said as he pushed all the way in and began to thrust, biting back a moan. He could feel Iris ripping again and the pain radiating through him stronger than before. Lykaios didn't drag it out too long, not long enough for Iris to get used to the pain enough to turn his mind elsewhere. Lykaios felt his orgasm rising and he spilled the massive load of seed into Iris, feeling it mix with the blood and squirt out around his cock. Lykaios pulled out, watching satisfied as Iris' hole gaped and flexed like a hungry maw, dripping Lykaios' seed and blood.

Lykaios took the water hose and sprayed Iris' hole, cleaning away the vestiges of semen and blood, before applying more salve. He estimated it would take two or three days to break Iris down to where all of the harmful beliefs were weakened sufficiently. Lykaios watched Iris' body tremble and shudder with the trauma of the violation. Even though it was healed again, the memory of the pain hadn't gone away.

"A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew." Lykaios whispered in Avaen into Iris' ear, kissing away his tears with a tenderness at odds with his prior actions. Then he dissolved into the dark, silent again but there, watching and listening.