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tamingthemuseTitle: Waking Dreams
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Forsaken
Warnings: Mentions of sex.
Rating: R
Summary: Jacky’s god is a god of fertility. It’s time Jacky realize this.
A feeling of being watched was what woke Jacky early the next morning. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and took a moment to adjust to the soft morning glow that filled the room. Dust motes floated in the air in the orange glow, and the low murmur of hundreds of voices drifted on the dry breeze pouring through the open window.
Jacky sat up on his elbows, feeling the fur blanket and Mata’ka’ala’s arm slide to his waist. A gasp drew his attention to the door where, to his surprise, three women had gathered. He flushed red and gathered his blanket tightly around him.
The women were young, and dark. Each had brown hair tangled from wind and braids. Two had brown eyes and one had blue eyes. They were each dressed in bright colors and heavy wool to suit the weather. Jacky had always faintly thought of people from long ago dressed in drab colors, browns and tans, earth tones, but now he could no longer ever think of ancient clothing as so simple.
Mata’ka’ala slept on as one of the women boldly entered the room, a woven basket propped on her hip. Her clothes were dyed dark red and a popping blue, finely woven, and exotic. She was tall, had rounded cheeks, and was one of the brown eyed ones. Her feet were bare and had a bit of faint red paint on the bottoms. Jacky watched her face as she approached, her doe-like eyes lowered to the ground.
Then she knelt before him, about five feet away, and set the basket between them. She folded her hands together before her demurely. Still, she didn’t look up at him. Silence held the morning as Jacky stared at her bowed head. After a few moments, the woman grew impatient and pushed the basket closer toward Jacky.
With a start, he realized it was an offering, and he pulled it closer to him. Inside were a few bundles of cloths that were just as bright as her own. He wondered if she wove them herself. They were supple and soft in Jacky’s hands as he pulled one bundle out to inspect it. There were leather belts and sandals tucked in with the clothes. He looked up at her, a smile curving his lips, but before he could say anything, he realized that she was still bowing before him. He hugged his new tunic to his chest, and finally broke the silence.
“Thank you,” he said.
The woman finally sat up, her hands moving from the ground to her lap politely, her eyes finally on him, wide and unblinking. Waiting.
Jacky didn’t know what to do and could only return the stare, licking his lips.
They wanted something form him, but for the life of him, Jacky couldn’t figure out just what it was. Then, the woman made her intentions absolutely clear when she stood and pushed her tunic from her shoulders. The heavy fabric slipped down her arms, gripped her hips a moment as if trying to convince her to change her mind before it gave up hope, and sank to the ground. Her skin was pale, and her cheeks were rosy.
Jacky fisted his hands in the cloth in his lap, trying to ignore the stirrings low in his stomach. His eyes lingered only a moment on her rounded breasts, her wide hips, before he quickly averted them. His body heated and the god pressed against his insides. His mouth dried and the god easily turned Jacky’s eyes back to the woman.
He didn’t hear or feel Mata’ka’ala move, but he was suddenly there, giving Jacky that final push, tossing Jacky into the god’s grasp, giving his body to the god’s urgings. He felt his flesh against hers, heard her gasp, felt her breath on his lips. Then he was asleep, forsaken to his dreams.
And he dreamt.
In his dream, he was in a very white room that had no walls, ceiling, or floor. It was brightly lit, and made Jacky think of heaven. There was an inner peace he never knew he had always wanted until it filled him. There was something in the air, and that something was singing to him. It was a song that he both knew and didn’t know. It was a song that his blood knew. No, it wasn’t his blood, but the god. The god knew this song and this place.
The god wasn’t with him now, and he felt so alone. He never thought that he would grow so used to the unwanted presence inside him so much so that when it was gone, he would miss it. It had only been a few days. He worried his lip, and thought that he didn’t like losing control over his body while the god was doing whatever it was it was doing, but the god’s presence was something else.
It was a god.
Inside him.
He had become so dependant on that god. But even more so than the god, Jacky missed Mata’ka’ala’s steady, warm presence at his side. He missed how he would absently touch Jacky, as if always checking to make sure he was still there. He missed feeling his heartbeat at his back, his arm around his waist. Suddenly, Jacky was overcome with a massive wave of loneliness. He pulled his legs toward his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
Before he could do more than think about his loneliness, something washed over him, filling him so completely that there was no more room for the sadness, for the fear, for the loneliness. He knew this feeling, this all consuming love.
A mother’s love.
The mother’s love.
He looked around him, but nothing had changed. There was now a new god’s presence here, all around him. Everywhere.
He blinked, and suddenly the weightlessness of that other world was gone, and he was staring at the red insides of his eyes. He could hear muffled noises around him, and could feel Mata’ka’ala’s hand on his arm, thumb lightly stroking the curve of his shoulder. He felt the god settling back inside his mind and Jacky slowly regained the control of his body.
He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly in the suddenly bright light. Mata’ka’ala’s eyes were beautiful in this light, Jacky thought. He loved how the sun reflected in the blue, making Mata’ka’ala look mystical.
He heard a woman’s voice murmuring behind him and his eyes widened. He gripped Mata’ka’ala’s arm tightly. “What did I do?”
Mata’ka’ala frowned a moment before his eyes flicked to the women behind Jacky, then back. “You honored the god. Telepinu brought fertility to their families.”
Jacky’s heart was still pounding in his chest. His skin was flushed and sweaty, cooling rapidly as the dry air rushed about the room.
Jacky finally looked at the three women and saw the same signs on their faces, on their skin. They were just finishing redressing and adjusting their belts and straps. Each had ruddy cheeks and sweat glistened on their brows. The room stank of sex.
Jacky put two and two together and began to feel sick.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Forsaken
Warnings: Mentions of sex.
Rating: R
Summary: Jacky’s god is a god of fertility. It’s time Jacky realize this.
A feeling of being watched was what woke Jacky early the next morning. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and took a moment to adjust to the soft morning glow that filled the room. Dust motes floated in the air in the orange glow, and the low murmur of hundreds of voices drifted on the dry breeze pouring through the open window.
Jacky sat up on his elbows, feeling the fur blanket and Mata’ka’ala’s arm slide to his waist. A gasp drew his attention to the door where, to his surprise, three women had gathered. He flushed red and gathered his blanket tightly around him.
The women were young, and dark. Each had brown hair tangled from wind and braids. Two had brown eyes and one had blue eyes. They were each dressed in bright colors and heavy wool to suit the weather. Jacky had always faintly thought of people from long ago dressed in drab colors, browns and tans, earth tones, but now he could no longer ever think of ancient clothing as so simple.
Mata’ka’ala slept on as one of the women boldly entered the room, a woven basket propped on her hip. Her clothes were dyed dark red and a popping blue, finely woven, and exotic. She was tall, had rounded cheeks, and was one of the brown eyed ones. Her feet were bare and had a bit of faint red paint on the bottoms. Jacky watched her face as she approached, her doe-like eyes lowered to the ground.
Then she knelt before him, about five feet away, and set the basket between them. She folded her hands together before her demurely. Still, she didn’t look up at him. Silence held the morning as Jacky stared at her bowed head. After a few moments, the woman grew impatient and pushed the basket closer toward Jacky.
With a start, he realized it was an offering, and he pulled it closer to him. Inside were a few bundles of cloths that were just as bright as her own. He wondered if she wove them herself. They were supple and soft in Jacky’s hands as he pulled one bundle out to inspect it. There were leather belts and sandals tucked in with the clothes. He looked up at her, a smile curving his lips, but before he could say anything, he realized that she was still bowing before him. He hugged his new tunic to his chest, and finally broke the silence.
“Thank you,” he said.
The woman finally sat up, her hands moving from the ground to her lap politely, her eyes finally on him, wide and unblinking. Waiting.
Jacky didn’t know what to do and could only return the stare, licking his lips.
They wanted something form him, but for the life of him, Jacky couldn’t figure out just what it was. Then, the woman made her intentions absolutely clear when she stood and pushed her tunic from her shoulders. The heavy fabric slipped down her arms, gripped her hips a moment as if trying to convince her to change her mind before it gave up hope, and sank to the ground. Her skin was pale, and her cheeks were rosy.
Jacky fisted his hands in the cloth in his lap, trying to ignore the stirrings low in his stomach. His eyes lingered only a moment on her rounded breasts, her wide hips, before he quickly averted them. His body heated and the god pressed against his insides. His mouth dried and the god easily turned Jacky’s eyes back to the woman.
He didn’t hear or feel Mata’ka’ala move, but he was suddenly there, giving Jacky that final push, tossing Jacky into the god’s grasp, giving his body to the god’s urgings. He felt his flesh against hers, heard her gasp, felt her breath on his lips. Then he was asleep, forsaken to his dreams.
And he dreamt.
In his dream, he was in a very white room that had no walls, ceiling, or floor. It was brightly lit, and made Jacky think of heaven. There was an inner peace he never knew he had always wanted until it filled him. There was something in the air, and that something was singing to him. It was a song that he both knew and didn’t know. It was a song that his blood knew. No, it wasn’t his blood, but the god. The god knew this song and this place.
The god wasn’t with him now, and he felt so alone. He never thought that he would grow so used to the unwanted presence inside him so much so that when it was gone, he would miss it. It had only been a few days. He worried his lip, and thought that he didn’t like losing control over his body while the god was doing whatever it was it was doing, but the god’s presence was something else.
It was a god.
Inside him.
He had become so dependant on that god. But even more so than the god, Jacky missed Mata’ka’ala’s steady, warm presence at his side. He missed how he would absently touch Jacky, as if always checking to make sure he was still there. He missed feeling his heartbeat at his back, his arm around his waist. Suddenly, Jacky was overcome with a massive wave of loneliness. He pulled his legs toward his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
Before he could do more than think about his loneliness, something washed over him, filling him so completely that there was no more room for the sadness, for the fear, for the loneliness. He knew this feeling, this all consuming love.
A mother’s love.
The mother’s love.
He looked around him, but nothing had changed. There was now a new god’s presence here, all around him. Everywhere.
He blinked, and suddenly the weightlessness of that other world was gone, and he was staring at the red insides of his eyes. He could hear muffled noises around him, and could feel Mata’ka’ala’s hand on his arm, thumb lightly stroking the curve of his shoulder. He felt the god settling back inside his mind and Jacky slowly regained the control of his body.
He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly in the suddenly bright light. Mata’ka’ala’s eyes were beautiful in this light, Jacky thought. He loved how the sun reflected in the blue, making Mata’ka’ala look mystical.
He heard a woman’s voice murmuring behind him and his eyes widened. He gripped Mata’ka’ala’s arm tightly. “What did I do?”
Mata’ka’ala frowned a moment before his eyes flicked to the women behind Jacky, then back. “You honored the god. Telepinu brought fertility to their families.”
Jacky’s heart was still pounding in his chest. His skin was flushed and sweaty, cooling rapidly as the dry air rushed about the room.
Jacky finally looked at the three women and saw the same signs on their faces, on their skin. They were just finishing redressing and adjusting their belts and straps. Each had ruddy cheeks and sweat glistened on their brows. The room stank of sex.
Jacky put two and two together and began to feel sick.
