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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
2,108
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 26
Forbidden Love
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Clark walked into his loft, taking a quick look around.
“You’re early,” Isobel called down to him from his loft, “Not planning anything crazy, are you, Clark?”
“How could you do that to Lex and Jason,” he asked with blazing green eyes. He was really mad.
When had she gotten powers?
“It was simple,” she cackled, “But what I did to them is nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you.”
Did she hate him that much?
Brianna walked out of the darkness and slung a spell at him, smiling all the while.
Clark was suddenly smacked in the chest with a giant wooden wheel. It sent him flying across the barn to crash into a ladder, breaking it into kindling.
He fell flat on his side and rolled over onto his stomach. Since when did Lois have powers? What the hell was going on?
Why was it always pick on Clark day?
He got to his feet as the three girls raced down the steps to confront him.
Chloe was here, too?
“You really should stop,” Clark warned, “Before someone gets hurt.”
“So, you’re more than just fast,” Isobel said, looking him over, “Well, that will definitely make this a hell of a lot more fun.”
She looked at Madelyn who stepped forward with a big grin on her face, “Let’s play dodge the sharp objects, Clark.”
She sent hatchets, saws, scissors, pliers, ice picks, and all sorts of random farm tools at him. His eyes blazed like red gems, and he blasted everyone single one of them out of the air.
Madelyn’s eyes narrowed and Brianna looked like she wanted to have his magical babies.
Isobel hissed at him like a viper.
“I don’t want to have to hurt anybody,” Clark said, stepping towards them, “Please, stop.”
“Your magic’s are very impressive,” Isobel said, stepping forward to confront him herself.
Clark blinked in confusion, “Magic?”
“Mine are as well,” she cried, and before Clark knew what had hit him, he was being lifted off his feet. His body twitched and his legs kicked in agony. It felt like blades of molten fire were cutting into his flesh. He cried out.
“We have traveled through the ages to complete our quest, outwitting Death herself,” she said, smiling at the pain she was inflicting upon him, “We will not be beaten by some hayseed with a few parlor tricks.”
She released him from her spell, and he fell flat on his back with a sharp yelp. Madelyn and Brianna ran over to restrain him.
“He is so not what he seems, Isobel,” Madelyn said, holding his arm down.
“I can feel his power,” Brianna laughed, holding his other arm down as well.
“Then perhaps we should strip him of it,” Isobel said, kneeling between his muscular thighs.
Blood was dripping from his nose, and streaming from his busted lip. How were they able to hurt him? Why were they doing this to him? None of this made any sense.
“Chloe,” he rasped, cringing as the sweat stung his wounds, “Please, help me?”
Madelyn smiled in concern, “Clark?”
His eyes begged, “Help me?”
She looked up at Brianna, snorting, “Uh huh.”
All three cackled at him. He felt like crying. He had never felt so betrayed in all his life. How could they do this to him?
Isobel loomed over him like some dark goddess, slashing his shirt open with a hiss. Fear stabbed at his heart and leaked from emerald pools.
“What’s this,” she asked, looking at the silver starfish around his neck, “A gift?”
He did not say a word.
Her sharp nails dug into his smooth golden flesh, making him cry out as her chanting began. Hot white light exploded from his chest, making her moan in pleasure as it swirled around her. She knew a secret, something hidden, forgotten.
The light left him and the physical pain was too much for him to handle. Emerald orbs rolled up into his head. Soothing darkness took him.
Isobel got to her feet, as did the other two.
“It is done,” she said, smiling down at the bloody and beaten farmboy, thinking, “Beloved of Loth.”
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Violet eyes opened and glowed with rage. He was going to rip all his priestesses’ hair out and then snap her back over his knee.
“Kal,” he whispered across the vast distances, “Come to me.”
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Clark was floating in what looked to be the darkness of space. No, he wasn’t floating, he was flying. He was flying towards a great white star that was burning with a terrible blinding radiance.
The closer he flew the more distinct the image in the light became. It was the form of the most beautiful man he had ever seen. It was him. It was his dream lover. It was the one who gave him his silver starfish.
The man was floating in the white light. No! He was the light in the vast darkness. The light was radiating from him in warm pulses that reminded Clark of a heartbeat.
Clark entered the light and those glowing arms wrapped around him, embracing him tightly. Black silk littered with the dust of starlight hissed and flowed around them softly, almost like water. Was he clothed in the starlit waters of Crater Lake?
His skin was so warm, soft, and that long black hair coiled around him in teasing pleasure. Clark sniffed him, and he smelled like fragrant moonflowers. It was not overwhelming in the least. It was intoxicating.
Clark squeezed him tight, “I miss you.”
“I’m right here,” he said, amethyst jewels burning into emerald gems, “Always here.”
“Tell me your name,” Clark begged, eyes threatening tears, “Please, tell me. I need to know.”
“Please, my Beloved, don’t cry,” Loth begged, cradling him ever closer to his heart, “Your tears are too precious.”
Clark moved to speak, but Loth put a glowing white finger to those petal soft lips.
“Every tear you have cried, my Everything, I’ll give you diamonds in return.”
“I don’t want diamonds,” Clark whispered, holding him even tighter, “I need you…only you.”
“Hush now,” Loth cooed as he squeezed him, “Let me hold you while I can, my beloved Kal, my beloved Clark.”
Clark lifted his head and looked into those burning violet orbs that held infinite love within their molten depths. Loth began to hum him his lullaby.
His eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Lindsey?”
Loth gasped, and thunder bellowed all around.
“You have to go now,” Loth said, painfully releasing him, “Go, now!”
“No,” Clark cried, trying to grab him, “Don’t send me away!”
Tear streamed from Loth’s eyes.
“Please,” Clark screamed into eternity, “Don’t send me away!”
“I love you,” Loth echoed in his heart.
Clark felt himself falling, screaming the whole way.
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Loth fell to his knees in his chambers, tears streaming from his violet infernos. He pounded the floor until it was rubble under him. It took several minutes for him to find the means to calm the fuck down, but it didn’t last long.
He opened his mouth, and the echoing screams of a million heartaches issued forth like a roaring asteroid shower smashing a planet to bits.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Clark walked into his loft, taking a quick look around.
“You’re early,” Isobel called down to him from his loft, “Not planning anything crazy, are you, Clark?”
“How could you do that to Lex and Jason,” he asked with blazing green eyes. He was really mad.
When had she gotten powers?
“It was simple,” she cackled, “But what I did to them is nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you.”
Did she hate him that much?
Brianna walked out of the darkness and slung a spell at him, smiling all the while.
Clark was suddenly smacked in the chest with a giant wooden wheel. It sent him flying across the barn to crash into a ladder, breaking it into kindling.
He fell flat on his side and rolled over onto his stomach. Since when did Lois have powers? What the hell was going on?
Why was it always pick on Clark day?
He got to his feet as the three girls raced down the steps to confront him.
Chloe was here, too?
“You really should stop,” Clark warned, “Before someone gets hurt.”
“So, you’re more than just fast,” Isobel said, looking him over, “Well, that will definitely make this a hell of a lot more fun.”
She looked at Madelyn who stepped forward with a big grin on her face, “Let’s play dodge the sharp objects, Clark.”
She sent hatchets, saws, scissors, pliers, ice picks, and all sorts of random farm tools at him. His eyes blazed like red gems, and he blasted everyone single one of them out of the air.
Madelyn’s eyes narrowed and Brianna looked like she wanted to have his magical babies.
Isobel hissed at him like a viper.
“I don’t want to have to hurt anybody,” Clark said, stepping towards them, “Please, stop.”
“Your magic’s are very impressive,” Isobel said, stepping forward to confront him herself.
Clark blinked in confusion, “Magic?”
“Mine are as well,” she cried, and before Clark knew what had hit him, he was being lifted off his feet. His body twitched and his legs kicked in agony. It felt like blades of molten fire were cutting into his flesh. He cried out.
“We have traveled through the ages to complete our quest, outwitting Death herself,” she said, smiling at the pain she was inflicting upon him, “We will not be beaten by some hayseed with a few parlor tricks.”
She released him from her spell, and he fell flat on his back with a sharp yelp. Madelyn and Brianna ran over to restrain him.
“He is so not what he seems, Isobel,” Madelyn said, holding his arm down.
“I can feel his power,” Brianna laughed, holding his other arm down as well.
“Then perhaps we should strip him of it,” Isobel said, kneeling between his muscular thighs.
Blood was dripping from his nose, and streaming from his busted lip. How were they able to hurt him? Why were they doing this to him? None of this made any sense.
“Chloe,” he rasped, cringing as the sweat stung his wounds, “Please, help me?”
Madelyn smiled in concern, “Clark?”
His eyes begged, “Help me?”
She looked up at Brianna, snorting, “Uh huh.”
All three cackled at him. He felt like crying. He had never felt so betrayed in all his life. How could they do this to him?
Isobel loomed over him like some dark goddess, slashing his shirt open with a hiss. Fear stabbed at his heart and leaked from emerald pools.
“What’s this,” she asked, looking at the silver starfish around his neck, “A gift?”
He did not say a word.
Her sharp nails dug into his smooth golden flesh, making him cry out as her chanting began. Hot white light exploded from his chest, making her moan in pleasure as it swirled around her. She knew a secret, something hidden, forgotten.
The light left him and the physical pain was too much for him to handle. Emerald orbs rolled up into his head. Soothing darkness took him.
Isobel got to her feet, as did the other two.
“It is done,” she said, smiling down at the bloody and beaten farmboy, thinking, “Beloved of Loth.”
88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Violet eyes opened and glowed with rage. He was going to rip all his priestesses’ hair out and then snap her back over his knee.
“Kal,” he whispered across the vast distances, “Come to me.”
8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Clark was floating in what looked to be the darkness of space. No, he wasn’t floating, he was flying. He was flying towards a great white star that was burning with a terrible blinding radiance.
The closer he flew the more distinct the image in the light became. It was the form of the most beautiful man he had ever seen. It was him. It was his dream lover. It was the one who gave him his silver starfish.
The man was floating in the white light. No! He was the light in the vast darkness. The light was radiating from him in warm pulses that reminded Clark of a heartbeat.
Clark entered the light and those glowing arms wrapped around him, embracing him tightly. Black silk littered with the dust of starlight hissed and flowed around them softly, almost like water. Was he clothed in the starlit waters of Crater Lake?
His skin was so warm, soft, and that long black hair coiled around him in teasing pleasure. Clark sniffed him, and he smelled like fragrant moonflowers. It was not overwhelming in the least. It was intoxicating.
Clark squeezed him tight, “I miss you.”
“I’m right here,” he said, amethyst jewels burning into emerald gems, “Always here.”
“Tell me your name,” Clark begged, eyes threatening tears, “Please, tell me. I need to know.”
“Please, my Beloved, don’t cry,” Loth begged, cradling him ever closer to his heart, “Your tears are too precious.”
Clark moved to speak, but Loth put a glowing white finger to those petal soft lips.
“Every tear you have cried, my Everything, I’ll give you diamonds in return.”
“I don’t want diamonds,” Clark whispered, holding him even tighter, “I need you…only you.”
“Hush now,” Loth cooed as he squeezed him, “Let me hold you while I can, my beloved Kal, my beloved Clark.”
Clark lifted his head and looked into those burning violet orbs that held infinite love within their molten depths. Loth began to hum him his lullaby.
His eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Lindsey?”
Loth gasped, and thunder bellowed all around.
“You have to go now,” Loth said, painfully releasing him, “Go, now!”
“No,” Clark cried, trying to grab him, “Don’t send me away!”
Tear streamed from Loth’s eyes.
“Please,” Clark screamed into eternity, “Don’t send me away!”
“I love you,” Loth echoed in his heart.
Clark felt himself falling, screaming the whole way.
888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Loth fell to his knees in his chambers, tears streaming from his violet infernos. He pounded the floor until it was rubble under him. It took several minutes for him to find the means to calm the fuck down, but it didn’t last long.
He opened his mouth, and the echoing screams of a million heartaches issued forth like a roaring asteroid shower smashing a planet to bits.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.