Claimed by the Order (S-Gods, #1) (5 page)

“Lord Shamash.... Excuse me,” Marduk stuttered, his face coloring. Shamash laid his hand on Marduk’s shoulder and smiled.

“No need to apologize, young Marduk,” Shamash said, his light brown eyes shining with pleasure as he spoke. Marduk stared up at him. His thoughts of Aya had evaporated, and his heart was now pounding from this great god’s touch. Shamash, his longtime obsession, stood before him. Marduk fought hard to remain composed, but his breath had left him, and no words could escape his lips. Shamash closed in on Marduk as if he had full knowledge of his affliction.

“Why don’t you join us,” Shamash said, leading Marduk back into the room. When Seth and Aya came back into view, Marduk’s intense desire to escape returned. Being forced to stand before Seth made him ill, and seeing Aya in Seth’s lap set his blood on fire. He stopped in front of the table where Shamash had led him, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“Please take a seat,” Shamash said, indicating the empty chair beside Seth. Marduk felt their eyes on him as he reluctantly moved forward, and he sat down, stiff and rigid in the chair. While Shamash took a seat across from him, Marduk shifted in his chair to avoid Aya’s stare, his chest steaming. He didn’t know how long he could keep it together sitting next to the couple.

“So, we all heard about your amazing kiss this morning,” Shamash said. Marduk’s heart jumped and his breath left him. “Was Aya the first god you ever kissed?”

“Yes— Marduk said, shocked to hear Shamash speak of such things.

“There’s no need to be bashful.” Shamash reclined in his chair. “We have the sexuality course for a reason. We want you to be unashamed when it comes to pleasure. After today’s performance, I am confident that you can do just that.” Marduk cleared his throat, his face still burning.

“So you find Aya attractive?” Shamash asked.

Marduk’s body tensed. He caught a sly smile on Aya’s lips, and his stomach dropped.

“I should probably go,” Marduk managed to say, rising to his feet. Shamash rose too, barring Marduk’s way.

“Marduk, you have nothing to fear,” Shamash said softly. “You are not alone in your desire for Aya. His beauty has bewitched many, but I’ll have you know that your own beauty is coveted even more.”

The words of this great god registered in Marduk’s mind, and all of a sudden, he couldn’t breathe. He swallowed and glanced up at Shamash. Did this revered god just comment on his beauty? Marduk was sure he was hearing things. He lowered his eyes, and folded his arms over his chest.

“I would love to watch you come out of your shell,” Shamash said, lightly caressing Marduk’s cheek with his fingers. Marduk furrowed his brow and raised his eyes to meet Shamash’s gaze.

“Sit back down, Marduk. The night is far from being over.”

Marduk stared at him for a long moment, unsure of what to do or think. Then he finally gave in and sat back down in the chair. Shamash looked down at him, smiled, and turned his attention to Aya.

“Aya, why don’t you join Marduk?” Marduk barely realized what Shamash had said before Aya sank down onto his lap. He jumped, his body stiffening, but Aya leaned into him, draping his arms around Marduk’s neck, and kissed his ear.

“Aya, please,” Marduk protested, his heart racing. He wanted to shove Aya off him and run out of the room, but instead he sank deeper into the chair, finding no avenue of escape. Aya’s touch was too much, his weight atop his lap was making his sex swell beneath his skirt. Marduk found it difficult to breathe, and the thought of Shamash watching him squirm made his face burn hot.

Aya continued to kiss him, pressing his hand along the length of Marduk’s trapped cock, until Marduk caught his hand by the wrist.

“Aya, please, I can’t do this,” Marduk said in a raspy voice.

“No, Marduk,” Shamash said, reclining in his chair. “He’s doing exactly what I’ve asked him to do. Release his hand and let him touch you.”

Marduk complied and the moment he closed his eyes, Aya’s hand slid beneath Marduk’s skirt and grasped his erection, sending a tremor through his body. Marduk gritted his teeth as Aya’s hand began to pump up and down on his cock. Heat flushed through his body, and his desire to flee returned. Marduk opened his eyes, discovering almost every god in the room was watching him. Groaning, he covered his face with his hands.

Then Aya slipped between his open legs, and the heat of Aya’s mouth enveloped his length. Marduk gasped, his breath leaving him as he struggled to regain control. Grabbing Aya’s hair, Marduk attempted to pull him back, but Aya remained latched to his dick. Marduk struggled for breath as Aya devoured him, and a groan finally escaped his lips.

“Don’t fight it.” Shamash said, but Marduk’s head was spinning. Every thought had been hijacked by Aya’s hot mouth, sliding up and down his shaft, and consuming him fully. Marduk’s body began to unravel and he grabbed Aya’s head, sliding in deeper as a mind-numbing shock racked through him, spilling pure pleasure into every vein. His body spasmed and shook while the beautiful god on his cock swallowed him whole. His heart raced as he tried to collect his senses, but everything around him had gone out of focus. Then he felt Aya’s hands upon him once more: Aya was unfastening his skirt, his hands gliding up his tunic, caressing his bare chest.

“What are you doing?” Marduk whispered, opening his eyes, but the hands upon him did not belong to Aya. It was Shamash who was touching him and Shamash who was slipping his skirt off his hips. Short of breath, Marduk stared at Shamash, making no attempt to stop him. Shamash dropped his skirt around his ankles and slipped his tunic off over his head. Before he realized what was happening, he was sitting completely naked in the chair. Marduk had never been shy before, but he had also never touched a god before touching Aya. Now he sat stripped before a room full of gods who had just made him come for their pleasure. He covered his face with his hands and fought to regain his composure, but somehow he knew he was done. Shamash pulled him up from his seat, but Marduk kept his eyes lowered. He stood naked and trembling before them all.

“Marduk, I’m going to kiss you right now before these gods,” Shamash said in a low, seductive tone. Marduk’s heart jolted; hot blood rushed to his sex. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Hearing Shamash speak in this manner made a blast of pleasure explode in his mind.

“I ... I don’t...” Marduk stammered, almost swooning as Shamash pressed his body against his bare skin and kissed him. He closed his eyes, his head going numb as the heat of his kiss blazed through his already throbbing sex. Then Shamash finally broke their embrace, pulling Marduk back, appraising him from head to toe.

“Have you ever been fucked by a god?” he asked. Marduk’s heart leapt, and he stepped back, breaking free from Shamash.

“No!” he said, his face burning.

Shamash grabbed him, pulling him up against his body. He ran his fingers into Marduk’s thick hair while he kissed his neck. Marduk shut his eyes, his heartbeat quickening.

“Marduk ...” Shamash whispered near his lips. “I want you to submit to me.” A hot stab pierced his gut.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked under his breath.

“Marduk, I want you. I want you to belong to me, and I want you to submit yourself to me fully.” A shiver ran through him. Shamash’s touch and words filled him with warmth, intoxicating every fiber of his being. Shamash kissed him again, and Marduk’s body melted in the god’s arms, yielding to the god’s control.

“Your body is telling me yes. I want your lips to say the same. Tell me you’re mine, Marduk.”

Marduk stared at Shamash, his breaths labored. Then his eyes drifted around the room. More than ten deities stood watching, and they were all powerful gods with thousands of years on earth. Marduk’s stomach tightened into a knot. He was alone among a room full of predators. What was Shamash really asking of him? Could he really give himself to this god? The knot in his stomach had worked its way into his throat. His eyes drifted back to Shamash, and he felt like he was going to fall over.

“I ... I don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice was barely audible.

“Tell me your mine.”

Marduk’s stomach clenched.

“I’m yours,” he finally breathed, his chest splintering as the words escaped his mouth. What was he doing? What was he agreeing to?

Shamash smiled seductively. “Marduk, I need you to do everything I say without questioning me.”

He produced a thin piece of black cloth from his belt and placed it over Marduk’s eyes. Marduk inhaled sharply as the god’s hard body brushed against his bare skin. After securing the cloth behind Marduk’s head, Shamash pulled him into his arms and kissed him again. Marduk’s entire body came alive with this kiss. He had never felt as vulnerable as he did in that moment. He desired Shamash, but the threat of what he would do to him burned hot in his gut.

M
arduk was used to being bound. Nanya and Shala loved to tie him up, flog him, and make him submit to their every desire, but somehow this felt different. Marduk’s heart beat loudly in his ears while Shamash bound his wrists in front of his body. Then, strong hands on both sides of him, grasped his bound arms, led him across the room, and pushed him up onto a bed. Where was Shamash? One god shoved his face into the mattress while another pulled him onto his knees, forcing his legs apart. Releasing a muffled cry, he struggled to break free, but the gods held him down, pinning his shoulders and knees in place.

“Shamash!” Marduk cried out. “Where’s Shamash?”

Several soft snickers filled the room.

“Marduk, don’t fight it,” came Shamash’s voice from beside him, a hand glided along Marduk’s bare back until it rested on his butt. The bed jostled as Shamash climbed up behind him. “You’ll enjoy this much more if you submit.”

Was this what he had agreed to? He was kneeling on a bed naked and blindfolded with his buttocks spread and exposed for all to see. Could he really submit to this? All of a sudden, Shamash grabbed his hips and slammed his pelvis against his bare ass. Marduk yelped, and every muscle in his body tensed. Laughter filled the space around him.

“Relax,” Shamash said, slapping Marduk’s ass, making him jump. Then a long, slick finger breached his hole. He cried out, jolting forward, inciting more laughter among the gods. He tried to escape the probing finger, but the gods restrained his body, pressing his face hard to the mattress while the finger slid deeper inside him. His heart pounded in his head.

“Don’t fight it, Marduk. Just give in to me,” Shamash’s raspy voice came from behind. Marduk’s body heated up, and his cock began to swell. The god’s hand reached around, grasping his shaft while another finger breached his opening. Marduk gasped. Excited speech filled the room, but all he could hear was the sound of his own labored breath. The reality of his situation sunk in. Shamash was going to fuck him. All the blood rushed from his face, and he began to tremble. He had no way of bracing himself for what was to come. He was bound and helpless with no possible means of escape. A third slick finger pressed in, and he whimpered, struggling against the defeat crushing down on him.

Then the fingers stretching his entrance were gone. Marduk held his breath, bracing for what would come next, but the intrusion never came. Shamash pulled him up onto his knees, lifting his hands up over his head, and connected his bound hands to a dangling chain. Once his body was stretched taut, Shamash stroked his cock one last time and pinched his nipples, before leaving his side. The rumble of conversation came to his ears, and a few moments passed before the tension began to fade and he felt he could breathe again. The slick feeling between his legs made him sick. No one had fucked him as he had feared, but the extent of his ordeal had yet to play out. Marduk heard the sound of a door opening followed by greetings as more guests arrived. His stomach clenched. How many deities would witness his disgrace, and what did Shamash mean to do to him?

Marduk tried to understand how all this had happened. How did he come to be strung up like this and completely in their power? Had he actually let these gods take him down without a fight? When Seth tried to fuck him in class that day, he had fought with all his might, but when Shamash laid claim to him, Marduk had simply folded. All Shamash did was undress him, kiss him, and ask him to submit. How could he let a god take him with words and seduction alone? Was he really so weak that he would submit freely? Was this happening because he wanted it?

Marduk was unsure how long he had been hanging there when he felt someone climb onto the bed and release his bound hands from the chain. Sighing heavily, he slumped to the bed, but the god who released him grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the room. The gods dragged him naked through the temple corridors, and Marduk could hear a procession of gods following close behind. When they emerged from the temple walls, a cool breeze caressed his bare skin. He felt more vulnerable and exposed than he’d ever been before.

After a long trek over grass and earth, Marduk’s escorts finally stopped, stripping the blindfold from his eyes. They were standing in a grassy field on the edge of the gardens. The sun had just set, and darkness was sweeping over the land. Marduk looked up, and his heart faltered. The great god Shamash stood before him, surrounded by gods dressed in black with eerie white masks that covered the tops of their faces.

“Young Marduk,” Shamash said, his expression grave, “this party is to celebrate your induction into the Order of the Gods. In a few moments, I’m going to release you, and we will enact your capture.”

“Induction? What are you talking about?”

Shamash smiled. “Every god you see around you is a member of the Order, and tonight you have the honor of becoming our newest pledge. You will soon be inducted into our ranks, and afterward, you will belong to us fully.”

Marduk stared at Shamash, but everything seemed like some crazy dream. Then Shamash placed his hands on Marduk’s shoulders and turned him around. Across the grassy field lay a large wooded area. A cool breeze swept across the field and rustled in the treetops.