In the Den of the Tigress

[lalalive23]

Title: In the Den of the Tigress
Author: lalalive23 
Pairing: Belldom + female whores (basically an orgy)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drugs: opium, sex
Summary: AU. 1857: Matthew is the bored son of an aristocratic family. Dominic is the son of a Colonel in the British Army, and, when he returns from a six month jaunt in Burma, he apologizes for missing Matthew's birthday in the most wonderful of ways.
Feedback: Is as addicting as chocolate heroin. Yeah. I went there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: This is third of the X-mas fics (it's really getting to the point now where it's like, why the hell do I bother? It's January and I AM SO LATE IT IS JUST SILLY. But let's pretend the mail was late, yeah?). This one belongs to sunshine_173 . Her prompt was: "Neck worship. Hand worship. Finger worship. Body worship? Yeah." She is a Matt girl so I knew exactly what she meant. HOWEVER, YOU DO NOT GET A GIFT AGAIN. Jesus. How do I explain how hard this was to write without telling her plot ideas or asking her to flesh things out with me? As my beta boo, I felt like I was hiding things from her. It made me so sad panda. And then, good lord, how many times did this plot change? We went from 19th century dandies with a biting fetish, to really violently, angry make up sex, to a Deadmau5 gig, BACK to violent sex. Well. I guess that just proves that I can never write a story without telling her about it because I CLEARLY don't know what to do with myself. HAPPY NEW YEAR KIDS <3
Historical Note: I know that London had a ridiculously small Chinatown in the 1800's, and that Opium Dens were basically non-existent. They merely existed in literature to drive home their hedonistic view points. But I loved this idea, and it is historically accurate that China was in the process of trading Opium with France, America, Canada and the UK before the Opium wars about 11 years after this story takes place. Suspend belief, yeah?

Thanks to dolce_piccante for encouraging me to keep going and for being a heavenly bit reader. She is magical. OK. ENJOY!!!


I was only nineteen the first time I had him, the last strands of my innocence clutching to my essence as if in an effort to wait for him. It was the week after my birthday and I had missed him, the lack of his presence in my familial celebrations excruciatingly pronounced and mentioned repeatedly. I had become bored with explaining the reason, partly because it could not be helped and partly because I was envious of his adventures overseas. Nearly six months before, Dominic had set sail with his father, Colonel Howard, to Britain's military port in Burma. He had left begrudgingly, wishing to take no part in Britain's colonization of the place but the consequences of disobeying were far worse than any illness he thought he could contract from the foreign landscape.

And I was lonely. Since birth he had been my playmate, and as we traipsed through the years side by side the term shifted from one of childish virtue to fit the seductive and perverse activities boys explore together as they reach adulthood. Without him, I felt as though London itself had lost it's colour and I was left continually disappointed with the distractions that others provided me. It seemed as though no one understood the true nature of my desires or interests, and my behavior in his absence was almost embarrassingly melancholic.

My extreme relief at his return was only briefly clouded by my surprise and confusion as I was not expecting him for another set of long and interminable months. I had no idea the exact length of time I would not see him, my knowledge of military endeavors and seafaring times so slim I had ambiguously settled on one year and hoped for the best. Having him before me, merely a week after my birthday made me incandescently happy, but I could not help to tease him of his timing.

"If you had sought to come home so early, you could have at least managed seven days and been here on time." I opened the door wide for him and he casually stepped through. In the dim light I noticed he looked bronzed and a bit more tired than usual.

He had laughed at the statement before sniffling a bit in a show of haughty disdain. "Yes, but that would have been terribly cliche and wholly unoriginal."

My man servant Carlisle went to remove Dominic's coat and hat, but Dominic waved him away with a flourish of his left hand. "Oh, leave it," he said with a sly smile. "We're going out."

"But you've only just arrived!" I protested. "At least join me for tea."

He scoffed. "Don't tell me that in my absence you've become as boring as your brother."

Carlisle had quickly retrieved my coat and I took it from him with a smile. "If I have, it's entirely your fault. This city is boring when no one wants to understand the truth of it."

Dominic nodded and tipped his hat at Carlisle before turning to gracefully walk down the steps of my porch. "Lovely to see you Carlisle. I shall be back tomorrow to bore you with my tales."

"Thank you, Carlisle. Tell father I'll be home this evening." I followed my friend with a knowing glance at my servant. It was customary that Carlisle would invent a time to appease my father and would leave the door to the servant quarters unlocked so I could sneak back into my home. Using the front door would have been an option if my father did not leave the hounds in the front room to listen for any sort of disturbance. The servant quarters were around the back of the house, with their own stairway to the second level where I could easily get to my bedroom without disturbing the family.

"So," I said as I tugged my gloves onto my hands and caught up with my friend,"where are we off to tonight?"

Dominic walked next to me, eyes everywhere but my face as he pondered his answer to my question. "If I told you, that would defeat the purpose of a birthday surprise."

I regarded him with shock, momentarily distracted by the tufts of blonde hair slipping from beneath his hat. "When have we ever been interested in surprising each other?'

We paused briefly at a corner and in the dim light the street lamp provided, he looked as though he was glowing. He fixed his collar and smiled, finally bringing his grey eyes to mine. "I have found paradise and it is my gift to you."

'That's rather cryptic," I giggled.

He stroked his nose and nodded and I watched as I became envious of his features. To me, he had always walked a fine line of feminine beauty and masculine charm. And in the dark blue of his tight clothes, he was positively bewitching. "The truth of it is anything but," he stated plainly.

The truth of it. To outside party members, the secret activities we participated in during the dark hours of the night would seem undeniably sinful and abject. But we saw our actions as the discovery of the inner workings of London. Aristocratic society busied itself with the theatre and art galleries, extravagant parties that found the whole of good society in their finest. But London, the real city, was teeming with temptation and fascinating exoticism. It was a world of foreign experiences, a thriving world of sensations begging to be found, touched, and absorbed completely. Dominic and I took it upon ourselves to unearth them all.

For him to say he had found paradise was no small statement. We frequently gorged ourselves in pleasure, lived and flourished in it. If Dominic had found what could be called an oasis in the bleakness of London, it was likely to be the most important discovery of our young lives.

I followed Dominic in silence, bewildered by the fact that he knew exactly where he was going and which direction to take. Why had he not shown me before? Had he been home so long he had time to prowl the streets without me? I tempered my jealousy and instead focused on the smells of the world around me. Old stone and filth, the true smell of England. The scene only seemed to increase as we slipped behind the invisible borders that protected my universe from all that was dangerous and base. Yet, in more ways than one, I felt as though the darkness and depravity of central London was my true home, the closed off society I had been brought up in so far removed from reality.

Several minutes had passed before Dominic brought us to a stop outside a decrepit and unmarked building. He looked incredibly pleased with himself, a bright smile lighting his features. I crinkled my nose as I looked around. Hay and the smell of horse urine assaulted my senses, but behind the smell of animal excrement and human sweat was something sweet and completely unfamiliar.

In one swift motion, Dominic had opened the door and passed through the threshold, standing on the other side with his arm extended to invite me in. I was greeted with a thick fog of smoke as I stepped inside, the strength of which caused my eyes to water. The air was heavy with a perfume I had never experienced before, and as I heard Dominic shut the door behind me, I felt myself get light headed from being entirely dominated.

When my senses had cleared and adjusted to the environment, I saw Dominic standing next to me. His hat was being taken off, as well as his coat, by two young Chinese women. Neither could be older than sixteen. Behind me I felt hands slide up my back and around my waist to unbutton my coat. I twisted my head around to find another girl, thick makeup masking her true features. In the dim light and the haze of smoke, she was beautiful. Her delicate hands slid back around and crawled slowly up my back, only to bunch around my neck as they gripped the collar to tug it off my shoulders. Suddenly, another woman appeared in front of me. She was an impossible creature, clothed in the sheerest of fabrics, her skin positively gleaming. She did not tear her eyes from mine as she slid my gloves slowly off my hands.

My mouth watered at the picture of her. Full lips in rep lipstick, eyes coated with black and sheathed in a darkness that made me positively feral. She turned from me, not speaking a word as she gathered my things and walked away, seeming to vanish further into the room.

"Welcome to paradise," Dominic said from beside me. I reluctantly tore my eyes from the vision of the woman's bum moving with her legs, the cleft flexing and so very visible beneath her sheer robe. He was standing proudly before me in his shirt and trousers, tie loose and collarbones peeking from beneath the cloth. With an ecstatic grin, he moved in the direction of the woman who had my things. He seemed to glide and float behind her, and I followed as best I could.

"Where are we exactly?" I asked. As we walked, I noticed men smoking from long tubes as women sucked tenderly on their extended necks. Men sipped leisurely at their drinks while a woman or two would have their hands pressed tightly to their groins. "How did you find out about this?"

His light laugh reached me distantly over the music of a sitar player and muffled conversation. We halted at a low table, the mysterious woman standing next to it with her arms behind her back. Atop the table as an ornate contraption, and the seats were plush pillows that mirrored the exotic opulence of the room. Dominic sat down gracefully, his long legs extending past the table. Looking up at me with a relaxed smile, he blinked slowly at me and opened his arms to welcome the women who had followed us in to his lap. "Happy birthday, my dear Matthew."

I gently sat myself next to him as the mysterious woman followed in kind. She pressed herself next to me, her cheek rubbing slowly against my shoulder and I shivered. "You still haven't answered my questions," I stated.

His attention had shifted to one of the women he held next to him. She seemed to be enraptured with his stare, breathing roughly through parted lips as he traced her features with his thumb. "When I was in Burma," he began slowly, idly. "some of the men talked about a drug, opium. China has been trading it with England for years, and while it is mostly used in the Americas, they told me many stories of how it is used in our own country."

I had never heard of opium, and once more I felt jealous of my friend for finding himself become so cultured while I had withered in his absence. In place of admitting myself, or showing him the nature of my true feelings, I merely nodded and urged him to continue.

"I sat with them," he continued, "and they told me incredible things about it. About the pleasure and the heightening of the senses. But merely the physical. Awareness dims and all sense of presence slips away. James Darling confessed that he felt as though he were floating the first time he tried it and told me that he first experienced it here. I have been eager to share this with you from the moment I learned of it."

He shot me a scorching grin before turning his attention to the simpering girl before him, the one to his right feeling remarkably neglected, prompting her to move her hand to the bulge in his trousers.

I lifted one eyebrow at her undignified show of want. "And what else did you learn?" I prompted him.

Heaving a great sigh, he turned me slowly, dropping his hand from the face of the girl who whimpered as he removed his eyes from hers. "That I would like absolutely nothing to do with the military endeavors of Britain or the work of my father." He spoke these words with such frankness he left no room for argument or discussion, though I could not deny I felt the same for myself.

"And what would you like to do?" I offered.

He did not answer the question directly, merely shook his head and brought his hand to the large contraption in front of us, lifting the tube to his lips. The eager girl beside him moved swiftly to ignite a flame. "I want," he drawled, "to luxuriate in the pleasure of your company and the bodies of these women." He finished the statement with an impossibly hungry expression, inhaling deeply on the tube only slowly exhale moments later with his eyes half lidded. It was the single most erotic thing I had ever witnessed, and my body immediately made itself known.

Between long fingers he handed the tube to me, and I boldly took it, regarding it without fear, only curiosity. It was carved from wood, painted black and decorated with gold paint in the shape of a dragon. Pressing my lips to the mouth piece, I inhaled as Dominic had and allowed the smoke to fill my lungs. It was an unexpectedly smooth substance, and I did not cough. Upon my exhale, I felt my body relax and my eyes droop. My surroundings became warm, as if I were in a cocoon.

Upon my neck I felt a hot tongue lick at the veins and I turned to regard the woman who so eagerly lapped at my skin. Dominic took the tube from me, and I shivered when his fingertips slid over my knuckles. Everything was slipping away and my skin felt like it was on fire. I was aching to be touched, aching to have my clothes off my body. I felt constricted yet as though I were turning to liquid, and in my hazy confusion I stared blankly at Dominic as what appeared to be a thousand hands slid beneath his shirt.

I cocked my head back as a moan rushed passed my lips, my unknown woman pressing the heel of her palm into my groin to gain my attention. Not wanting to grant her wish, I kept my eyes locked on Dominic as he exhaled once more through his pouting lips. They glistened with saliva, and he heaved several breaths as he stared directly into my eyes. Blurred visions of dark hair rose and fell beside him, and I briefly noticed a pink tongue lick along the lobe of his ear before it was casually nibbled.

It was a disembodied sensation, odd and excruciatingly pleasurable. Across my body I felt a myriad of sensations: a palm pressing expertly into my groin, a hand beneath my shirt to tease a hardened nipple, and lips pressing wetly to my jaw. My vision and my physical sensations were at odds, and I felt as though I were experiencing everything Dominic was, as though the actions enforced upon him were affecting me and vice versa. I chose not to think of it and instead allowed myself to drown in the sensation of floating.

We remained like that for what seemed like hours, passing the opium between us and allowing our bodies to be owned entirely by foreign substances and women. The buttons of my shirt had been undone, and I did not know when. I was only minutely aware that a tongue was laving tenderly at my chest plate and I was laughing. And then my left nipple was bit and I cried out, but the sound became musical. I heard myself panting and wanted to blush. I don't think I did. Everything and nothing was happening at once, and suddenly all I wanted was for Dominic to place his mouth on me in the most intimate of ways.

I will never be sure if I voiced my wishes out loud, for everything about myself had submitted to physical sensation. I only knew that Dominic's voice was suddenly in my ear, and his words sent a chill of desire down my spine.

"I want to devour you."

A whimper escaped my chest and I felt it vibrate through me as he crawled into my lap. The base of my spine pressed roughly into the pillow beneath me, and my arms felt heavy as I brought them to hold his hips lightly. Our moths came to together innocently, a chaste kiss that made the skin of my lips tingle as though shot through with peppermint. He repeated the action, this time pressing harder and exhaling through his nose. As his hot breath ran over my skin, I opened my mouth and positively begged him to access the dark recesses of my mouth. When he did so, I pushed him roughly against my groin, rolling my hips up into him to illicit a moan from the man who had remained so cool the entire evening. I was not sure what I wanted to prove to him, but as our kiss continued I only knew I wanted to dazzle him with the strength of my tongue.

Running the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip, I felt my fingers disappear in to a heated core. Wetness consumed the tips, and when Dominic's tongue groped lovingly against mine I felt feverish from the heat my body was experiencing. Dominic's tongue was a muscle I was addicted to, and I took it between my lips to rhythmically suck it. High pitched cries reached my ears and I was suddenly unsure if they were mine or his, or any of the four women coming to surround us in their silky clothes.

Hands seemed to grip me from all over, pulling my shirt up and over my head, undoing the claps of my trousers. Dominic's hands had fisted into my hair, and I was sure I was gripping him with the need and strength of a desperate lover. It was I who tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside, and I was briefly proud of this feat before his lips were on mine again. It was only for a moment,as they soon began a trail down and to my neck, where they sucked and bit forcefully. He was marking me, I knew, and no one would ever see it beneath my collar and tie. 

My left hand returned to the mouth of the woman beside me, who was sucking each digit as if it were a sweet containing a thousand sugars. She slipped them from her mouth and dragged them down her chest, allowing my hand to splay across one perfect breast. Above me, Dominic was grinding and writhing against me, a man possessed. He sucked a nipple between his lips and I mewled like a little boy, begging for more of his touch. Dimly I became aware of a curtain being pulled closed, and the light around the table became very red in its protective shade. The privacy only made Dominic suck harder and the last of my self control slipped between the barrier to another world.

Removing my hand from Dominic's hip, I found the hands that were running along my waistband. I forced them down, silently demanding that they push my trousers down and free my aching cock. It was a difficult task, a tall blonde hungrily feasting on the skin of my chest, but he caught my need and slipped lower, falling off my lap to the space between myself and the table. As he went, he assisted in the tugging as he licked kindly at my belly.

I turned my face toward my exotic woman, and leaned toward her to capture her lips. As I did so, my cock was hit with cool air and I sighed in relief. I kissed her briefly before Dominic's mouth found my cock and I struggled not to scream as he licked me from base to tip. The sensation was paired with my left pointer finger being instructed to circle a nipple beneath silk. My senses were heightened to the point of agony and the burn in my stomach was becoming almost too much to bear.

I wanted nothing more than to enjoy both Dominic's mouth and the breast my hand so desperately pleasured, but Dominic's mouth swiftly became my only concern. His lips had covered my tip and he sucked me eagerly, gliding down my cock only to come back to the top a moment later. The wetness his tongue provided me forced my hips to buck, aching to be deep within the throat of the man between my legs. I wished that my vision had not totally blurred, for the sight of Dominic's head between my thighs as I held him tightly in place must have been a sight. When he appeared not to be fussed with the movement of my hips, I repeated the action and began to fuck his mouth with abandon.

My moans sounded like a foreign song, and I focused on it as a tension rose quickly in my core. Eyes clenched tightly shut, I forced back a scream as a wet finger from an unknown hand penetrated my arse. I did not know know when I had been so completely exposed, but my body had become a playground for pleasure. My thrusts into Dominic's mouth found a rhythm with the finger inside of me and soon I found myself close to emptying myself in climax. Dominic sensed my urgency and pulled away, swatting the hand out of me as he did so and I was left feeling excruciatingly empty.

I panted in a haze of sordid bewilderment, groaning with a heaving chest as I noticed the woman next to me had not let go of my hand. She had shifted on the pillows and was pulling my hand down her front, staring at me nonchalantly, neither asking permission nor showing any signs of stopping. At the apex of her thighs, she held my hand as my fingers were pressed gently against the cleft of her sex. I heard her whimper and felt myself swirl my tips in the light hair they found.

Before me, Dominic was removing his trousers with a smile. I should have been aware of his intentions but I was too captivated by his beauty to feel apprehension or doubt. As if by some outside force, I spread my legs for him in anticipation and, as he tugged his trousers down his legs, I heard him mutter "beautiful." The word itself seemed to heighten my senses, and as I took the word and held it within my chest I swore in that moment I could fly.

I was minutely aware that my right hand had become a plaything for a woman to my right. I wanted to look at her, to know her, to remember her face or to have seen her in my moments of sobriety. But I had not looked at her until that moment, and the drug within my brain simply made her appear as an apparition of exotic wonder. Nothing about her was vivid, but everything about her was remarkable. My vocabulary failed me, as it still does, and I knew in that instant I would never witness anything like her again.

As she began sucking on the digits of my fingers I heard Dominic speak to her. I strained to make out the words and I caught the end of his statement: "those fingers are like gold." It made no sense, merely garbled words of a drugged euphoria, but I radiated in them as I still do.

Dominic kneeled before me, half in my lap atop me and half between my legs. Sweetly, he kissed my lips, gazing into me as I felt something press against my entrance. I should have known what it was - perhaps I did - but even through the haze of foreign touch I knew that he would not hurt me intentionally. I cried out as he pushed into me while he moaned into my open mouth. His eyes squeezed themselves shut as he screwed his face up into a vision of extreme pleasure. Our mouths remained open, mine in a silent scream, his in a gasping attempt to regain his composure.

He remained still, allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. Tears stung at the corner of my eyes and he kissed them away while words of reassurance skittered from his tongue along my face. I had just gotten used to the sensation when he executed a backwards thrust that found me whimpering once more in pain. Kissing my nose, he stared into my eyes as if to tell me it would get better. The slow thrusting was agonizing and I felt the affect of the drug slipping away in a sobering sting, but as he tilted his hips on an inward thrust my world awakened in colour and light.

The very moment this happened, my left hand was thrust into the wet folds of the woman beside me, my neck was worshiped by a woman or a girl 0 some foreign creature so experienced with her tongue, and my fingers were diligently sucked by a child born in pleasure to my right. It was a sensory overload, and as I was positive I could not endure much more, a hand appeared around my cock and groped it with the sureness of an expert.

Dominic's thrust found me moaning into his mouth, his strong muscles pumping himself into me in a rhythm I thought was similar to my heartbeat. He held me tightly, head moving from my lips to bow into my chest as he emitted the noises of whore. I felt him shaking, I felt myself shaking, my thighs quivering as I brought myself to meet his thrusts. My fingers pumped into the woman beside me, and our cries mixed together to make a harmonious song of pleasure. I curled them experimentally and felt her walls quake as if about to shatter. Briefly I wondered if that shake was the same as what was occurring inside of me. I wanted to know, desperately, what Dominic was feeling.

As if he read my mind, he began to whisper and pant into my ear. Words and adjectives like "perfect," "hot," and "need you." For a moment I was angry at the women beside me, taking control of my hands so that I could not clutch Dominic's back to press him deeper into me. But I would never trade the sensation of being so highly stimulated at the same moment, from every end of my body.

My climax found me screaming into Dominic's mouth, my eyes wide open and gazing at a distant ceiling that contained patterns of orchids in the wood - or perhaps it didn't and my lust filled mind fabricated them as an ecstatic vision of relief. Wetness dripped onto my cheeks as Dominic's tears and saliva from his grit teeth swelled over and soaked my skin. It lingered on my lips and my tongue snaked out to taste it only to be hungrily devoured by Dominic's mouth. I was a writhing and moaning mess as I felt the warmth of his seed fill me to the brim and drip out beneath me onto the pillow. His hands had somehow wound their way to the cleft of my arse cheeks and as his motions slowed he massaged them in rhythmic circles.

It was the same instant that Dominic found release that the woman beside me knew her own, her inner walls squeezing my fingers as she bounced on my hand. Her forehead rested gently on my shoulder as she drove herself to completion.

Panting, I rested in the afterglow as Dominic curled into my body, unable to pull out of me. I wanted to ask if he felt boneless, if he felt weightless, for I felt all of those things. As soon as my hands were released, I brought them to hold him to me, not caring that the juices of the woman to my left were still lingering on my fingers. I rubbed him, clutched him tightly, and held him as he shivered and cried in my arms. I muttered soothing words of encouragement in his ears, though I did not know the reason for his disturbed emotions.

We said nothing for several moments, and when he finally looked at me with a content smile on his face, I came to understand that he had simply missed me as much as I did him. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and I reveled in the sensation. It was only when our lips parted and he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck that he spoke.

"Happy birthday, my dear Matthew. I shall never miss it again."

Comments

[olivia-muse.livejournal.com]

I think I just.....oh god this is one of the most sensual things I have read in a long time!
I'm just...wow.
I read this whilst watching tv....I may need to re read it later....in peace!
YOU ARE AMAZING
x

[lalalive23.livejournal.com]

:$ Thank you so much bb! I am so so SO happy you liked it!! I don't think I'm amazing though. I just like the prons. LOL

YOU ARE AMAZING FOR THIS COMMENT THOUGH!! :D