An Elf's Bride (Dionysus x oropherion)

[oropherion]

Ninimdir listened to the many ways the Fae wore their hair and when he mentioned how they wore their hair to indicate their engagement, he decided to let the fact go that Ayre was still clinging to any remembrance of his home. "I will allow it." He stated as he set his hands upon slender shoulders, feeling the way the other flinched under his touch. No doubt that would never stop, the other would constantly be ready for pain, and he liked the fear that lingered. Though despite knowing how quickly he'd punish the other and the lesson he already learned, Ayre did not seem too keen on keeping his opinions to himself. The wish upon his country to suffer had the Elven King's jaw clenching and his fingers begin to tighten around the Fae's throat. "Your people were naive and foolish. No one is above war. Even if it weren't I who raided your land, another king would have. Your people would eventually have had to fight as the tide changes. There is no such thing as everlasting peace. The fact that you think you could separate yourselves from the rest of the world was arrogance and I'm glad to have crushed it."

Ninimdir relaxed his grip, rubbing the bruised flesh as he leaned down, letting his warm breathe coast over Ayre's pointed, flushed ear as he sighed. "You truly are a conundrum. One minute you plead and beg me for mercy, declare that you will not disobey me so I will stop hurting you. Then you spout such insolence and make do just that. It is beginning to make me think you actually enjoy it. Does it turn you on to be choked and slapped?" He sneered as he ran his hand down over the Fae's chest, groping further south before stopping above his groin. He could feel the other's heart pounding, could almost smell his apprehension and fear as he leaned over him from behind. "And here I am trying to go lenient on you. Hm, perhaps what I have done so far isn't enough for you to understand. Perhaps I need to take something away, and not just your mother." He smirked as he slid his hand down Ayre's arm to grasp his hand, thumb massaging slender fingers,

 

[Dionysus]

“I didn’t disobey, and meant no offence. I spoke my mind. Fae cannot lie, cannot deceive or hide, we can twist our words as much as we want but the truth will eventually come out, it is better sooner than later. Beat me as much as you want, I’m only speaking my mind, only telling the truth. Was it not you who killed my mother and my people? Not you who took me and declared me yours like a war trophy? Why get so angry when I merely tell you that? How is it insolence?” Ayre replied, no malice or venom hung in his words, they were blank, emotionless and tired almost. The fae did not want to loose his calm as he had before, crying, screaming and begging. He knew, in order to remain stable, he had to remain calm, just as he always had. The other wanted him to crack, to break and become docile, Ayre would not allow that to happen.

It was easier said than done however, his breath catching in his throat as the other’s hands moved along his body, one tightly set upon his throat and the other above his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if preparing for the worst, and his calm was lost again, replacing with a sickening fear. He could not even begin to describe the relief that washed over him when Ninimdir let go. Perhaps he would have to play into the other’s games for just a bit longer, he could hardly escape battered and bruised. “Please, no. I have lost enough.” Ayre whispered, his voice barely audible as he slowly pulled his hand away from his soon-to-be husband’s hold. The fae took his seat again, trying to smooth out his clothes once again and regain his composure, even play into this stupid act. “I-I’m just nervous about the wedding. I hardly know any Elven wedding traditions.” The fae prince mumbled, idly running his hand along the wood gazebo “I…perhaps I could wear something from my home. A Khetis gown or crest.”