In the Horseman's Den

            The kiss was hot, passionate and harsh, unlike any kiss Ichabod had ever experienced
before. Not that he had many kisses to compare i. Tw. Two, counting the one Katrina had given
him on his cheek. And never had even thought about kissing another man. No, the thought hadn’t
even occurred to him that it was possible.

Liar sang a voice in his head

I am not a liar

You are

Am not, I never thought about such a filthy thing

If it’s filthy why are you kissing him back?

He was kissing the Horseman back he realized. And eagerly, hungrily. Could that really be him?

You’re enjoying it

He was. God help him he was enjoying this. Those harsh lips relentlessly claiming his, that hard
body pressing him against the wall, was the most arousing thing he’d ever experienced. Oh yes
he wanted this. But want doesn’t make it right. Men might want a woman, but that didn’t make it
right for them to take her without her permission. This was wrong. He had to exert all his will to
resist the temptation. Plus he really needed to breathe. Badly.

            As if realizing this fact the Horseman released him. He gasped for air. Before the
Horseman could resume kissing him and his resolve crumble he managed to gasp out. “No.
Please no.”

            The Horseman seemed confused. “Am I miss reading you Liebling? Do you not want
this?”

            “NO! No, I don’t want this.”

            To his utter shock the Horseman touched his genitals. “Feels like you want it to me.”

            He was hard as a rock, and he desperately wanted the Horseman to touch him there again.
But no, this was wrong. How could he want this murderer? This man. What was he? Damn his
traitorous body! “Perhaps my body wants it, but that doesn’t make it right. It’s unnatural.
Immoral, I will not give in to it.” He raised his chin determinedly and looked the Horseman in the
eyes, steeling not to flinch as he met their supernatural gaze.

            He was not prepared for the Horseman’s reaction, which was to chuckle, revealing rather
daunting pointed teeth. “Ah Liebling. You would not believe how alluring your determination
makes you. It is a wonder your superiors don’t fall over themselves to obey your every whim.”

            “How-How do you know of my superiors?”

            “You talk in your sleep.”

            “Oh,” Ichabod flushed crimson, making the Horseman chuckle again, which of course
made him blush even more.

            “I also know that you have been battling the conventions, the antiquated beliefs, the bf
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that men should not engage in sexual intercourse is one of these antiquated beliefs. Right up
there in torture in it’s barbarism. Will you let a society of ignorant dictate how you live?”

            “I-I”

            “What makes you think this is wrong?”

  0;�         “Because....Because.....I don’t know.”

            “It isn’t Mien Liebling. It is in every way right.” With that he kissed Ichabod again, this
time slipping his tongue in to taste the other man. Ichabod surrendered to the feelings raging
within him. Reaching up the Horseman hurriedly ripped the shirt Ichabod was wearing and
revealed the luscious flesh it hid. Battle hardened hands gently caressed his chest, down the
center, stopping at his belly button and moving up to touch his nipples, sending electric course
waves throughout his body.

            Ichabod strained against his chains. “Please, let me...touch you.”

            The Horseman stopped devouring his neck long enough to reply, “In a moment Liebling.
After you have attained your release. It will last no time if we do it now. I will take care of you.”

            “What are you-uhhhhhhhhhh”

            The Horseman released Ichabod’s straining member from it’s hiding place in his pants,
freeing it to jut out proudly, long and slim, for all the world to see. Or at least one very interested
person in it. With practiced ease he slipped his hand over Ichabod’s penis, stroking it gently up
and down, then speeding up, keeping a steady rhythm the whole time. Ichabod’s head was
thrown back, his mouth open as he panted desperately. His eyes were closed tightly, but his hips
moved steadily along with the Horseman. In his head the voice was chanting happily, more,
more, yes give me more. He wanted to tell it to stop, it was embarrassing him. But since it was in
his own head he couldn’t figure out why it was. Besides, he had more pressing matters to
consider. Like what the Horseman was doing to him. Oh God yes. He was.... pure pleasure
coursed through him as he spilled his seed all over the Horseman. He would have been horribly
ashamed, but he was to sated to do anything but hang limply from his chains.

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Darkdancer: Hee Hee. Don’t worry, the Horseman will get some fun in the next chapter.

Ichabod: My you’re diabolical aren’t you? Still it wasn’t bad.

Darkdancer: *eyeing Ichabod suspiciously* Who are you and what have you done with my Cabi?

Ichabod: What do you mean? I’m just becoming accustomed to your writing.

Darkdancer uses the amazing power of the Author to ferret out the truth: Ahhh! You’re not
Ichabod at all! You’re Mystique!”

Ichabod transforms into a blue woman with red hair and gold eyes: Very good Darkdancer, you
figuit oit out quicker than I thought you would.

Darkdancer: Ah! Help! Ichabod has been Museknapped!

Mystique laughs diabolically.

Darkdancer: We have to rescue him! To arms muses! We must rescue Ichabod! *runs off to rally
her other muses*

Mystique laughs diabolically again