Mars on the Rise
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by Rae Gee
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: A storyteller steps off a pier and into a world of steampunk oddities, fearsome weapons, and a dangerous man. Promised fame and fortune by the country's largest weapons manufacturer, Cedo gratefully falls into the arms of Erus Veetu. Dark, dangerous and with nothing to lose, Erus shows him that Svenfur isn't all Cedo thought it was. For beneath the streets is a dark, gas lit world of slavery, human sacrifice, and deadly machines. With the machines waging war in the East, can Cedo stop the country's deadliest man from bringing it to the shores of England? Or is he too late to penetrate the cold exterior of his Master and halt the cogs and gears of progress? Set in a Victorian world of sex, drugs and steampower, Mars on the Rise tells a dark, gritty story of what happens when our dreams come true. Whether we want them to or not.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2012 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: May 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [403 KB]
Reading time: 261-366 min.
The lights in the hallway, unlike the rest of the house, were out, giving his surroundings a deathly feel as if somewhere, the pipes had been cut, killing the lifeline of the house. With his breath still heavy, Cedo walked to the stairs, aghast at what he saw. The foot of the stairs was blocked by a tall, twisting candelabra, the candles throwing off a soft, flickering light and guiding him towards the study. The floor beneath his feet was as soft as silk and, upon looking down, Cedo was shocked to find himself walking upon a carpet of petals.
Cedo followed the trail of dancing flames, trying to keep his composure as he entered the study. Erus was seated behind the desk, hunched over another of the magnificent drawing boards. He appeared not to notice Cedo's arrival, instead focusing with immense concentration on whatever lay before him. A brass-tipped pen swept over the paper in flowing lines, briefly disappearing into a hidden inkwell before resuming its journey.
Feeling weak, Cedo stood before the desk, hands clasped behind him, wondering if this elaborate setup was just the calm before the storm. He stiffened as Erus lifted his eyes, peering over the board. A smile began to find its way across his Master's face and, for once, it showed no signs of being malicious. He pushed himself up, the pen still trapped in his ink stained fingers, the smile warm and welcoming.
"So, you return." The pen dropped into the ink well.
Cedo fought to find his voice. "Yes, Master. I-I apologize, Master, for disappearing. I did not mean to leave the theater an-" Erus lifted a finger, silencing him mid-sentence.
"Call it a test, if you will. A test of faith. You left, but you came back, just like I hoped you would. The prodigal son. You've proved your loyalty to me by returning, a gesture for which I am greatly humbled."
The room was uncomfortably warm, the heat beginning to claw at Cedo's skin. Erus moved closer to him. The weakness returned as the finger inched along his cheek, curling beneath his chin to lift his eyes. A hand came to rest in the small of his back, guiding him as his knees buckled.
The world around them could collapse around them and he would still be unable to resist the gentle touches of the man who had taken him from the streets. It was what bound him here through the pain and the blood and the horrors. It was these moments, the tender touches and caresses, which stopped the guilt from tearing him apart.
Lips kissed him, warm and hungry, and he collapsed onto the loveseat. Erus knelt over him, hands fervently tugging at their clothing. One foot dangled to the floor as Erus pressed himself close, kneeling over him as his hands roamed.. Feeling his cock begin to swell, Cedo reared up from the upholstery, sighing as he gripped the back of Erus' head, pulling him closer, needing to feel those hands and lips claim him.
Clothes fell away, piling on the floor around the carved legs of the cramped seat. Confidence brimmed as the warm air wrapped around his nude body, Cedo viciously attacked his lover with lips and fingers, his teeth nipping at supple, welcoming lips. He twitched as his Master fought back, trying to regain control of the passion-stricken man. But all too soon, Cedo triumphantly straddled Erus' lap.
"My, my. It seems as if there is more fire in you than I first thought." Fingers slid over his ribs, making him shiver. He arched upward, moaning as Erus continued, "I never would have expected it from such a prim and proper boy. But it is always the quiet ones who harbor the darkest desires."
Teeth dug into the soft flesh above his collarbone. "We shall have to take advantage of this, dear one. I quite believe that you enjoy having the rod taken to you, and I am sure that there are delicious pleasures that we can amuse ourselves with over these long, dark nights."
Cedo whined and pressed himself closer, rubbing himself against Erus' still clothed lap. The rough material felt delicious, sensual, almost begging him to spill himself over it. There was another of those damned chuckles as searching fingers slid away from him. Clothes rustled and Erus released himself from the confines of his garments.