Ok, i was 16 at the time for one thing, and lots of things were 'pent-up'... - Writers Forum

Prism_orb_eye · 09-30-2007, 08:27 PM

This is an excerpt from something that I've since lost (no heartbreak there '~'). This was the first time I tried to write from the male POV. Too many italics, hello!

Dyne’s obsessive thoughts.

No woman had ever had such an effect on him, effortlessly converting the starving menace inside him---a menace that he had carefully willed to slumber---no woman in the world had done this and he knew plenty, young to middle-aged, very beautiful to very unattractive, and dull-witted to quick, all of whom senselessly threw themselves at him. The young Asra damsels for instance, them and the lengthy list of others who possessed little chance of understanding him and his powers, and therefore, even littler chance of meeting his several criteria---all he had politely denied for the sake of faith, the sake of his own idiosyncrasies. And this remained true no matter where he went. He strictly did not allow such feelings in himself rise to the surface, to awaken, so to say, and was so fluent in preventing them now that his instinct as of late had been to look all women, no matter how appealing they were and no matter how flattering their compliments, squarely in their faces and never anywhere else. And this, he felt, was on his behalf, the proper way to respect them as one should respect everyone.
The role of a Knight of God was essentially the same as being a friar, and in all actuality, Dyne was both. Fledgling priest and Holy Knight. Both roles were human tests of willpower and discipline to prove love for God, tests that he had successfully prevailed for the past ten years of life because, and after all, he remained a very dedicated perfectionist; and with his victory, he was no longer obsessed with sexuality as he once had been between the ages of eleven and four-and-ten. Those years had probably been the most arduous of his existence, what with all the compulsive hormones practically out of control in his system, and the errant dreams that had ruled his nights---which rarely, they still did. There had been several times back then when he’d almost---and very willingly---relented to one of the comely lasses constantly throwing themselves his way; ah, and so far he had gone, so close he had come that one time…Three-and-ten had been such the turbulent age for him…
But he had defeated that stage of his life, and completely tamed the impressionable organ below his waist. The heat inside it had not been so torturous, so throbbing, since he’d finally put the hungry beast that originated it to an infinite slumber.
And secretly, this had given him a sense of pride, and perhaps, made him feel closer to divinity, that he had actually won over his own flesh.
Or so he’d stupidly thought.
Damn…Not her! Fool you are for not having foreseen your own passionate interest, a complete and utter fool!
Perhaps he had merely been mocking it up until now; and perhaps that was why Kayen too had mocked Dyne earlier about it in his playful, dashing way…A fool in denial deserved to mocked, no matter how one looked at it, Dyne knew this full well. But it was a double-edged blade, this hidden passion of his, no matter how he looked at that---having an inextinguishable desire for a child, and his mentor’s daughter, of all the childwomen on Earth.
I would not mind it if you were the man to love my daughter…So long as you understand the boundaries…Dear Dyne…
And what exactly were the boundaries? How far could he take the girl before the point of no entry? And what kind of bliss would he know along the way? Could he expect a tumbling and wonderfully exhausting romp from such an agile, energetic, adventurous child? She was young and intelligent and sometimes quite tactless, without much taint from her sheltered world of wealth and importance; she might have been completely clueless to the significance of those things---of the legacy she was to inherit, the name Andramydeitself,the loyalty and respect, the throne that was waiting for her---and yet she was blindly excited about life, about everything there was in the world to see and do. The world alternative to Andramyde.
So innocent…her own father had said. Anyone that knew her personally would have the same thing to say. And how could one not believe that about a child who was addictively titillating to look at, yet couldn’t have been less aware? She had disrobed right in front of Dyne as if she did not have such breasts, such hips, and such glorious arms and thighs! Her innocence made her unashamed, or what some would have called audacious or scandalous. Dyne called it pure.
Ah, what it would be to penetrate that innocence of hers, that sheer akin to the divine, to have something so elevated above all else, so seemingly out of bounds and most unreal amid the tide of common damsels that the rest of the world identified: an outgoing, careless childwoman brimming with curiosity and intelligence and innocence, teeming with ability, rebellion and intrinsic dark witchy allure…What it would be! That her mystic paganism would subsist within her sexual prowess drove Dyne near the brink of aggression---thrust her down on that bed right now and learn for yourself; taste for yourself; and if she is opposed to it, then all the better…
Terrible, Dyne, plain terrible! You’ve tamed nothing, and you’re no different from any other lecher, stop flattering yourself!

C_K · 10-16-2007, 08:15 AM

Pent-up?

Agree.

-CK