Bright, golden eyes stared into his, making the professor jump back. Those golden eyes sat surrounded by almond skin, above high cheekbones. Short brass hair shimmered in the daylight, interrupted only by massive elk horns wrapped in flowering vines. An almond brown broad chest and muscled neck supported that elegant head, leading down into a long, chiseled torso. Dark fur collared the creature’s neck, leading down to just over where the creature’s pectoral muscles meet. Lighter, shimmering golden fur faded from the dark, flowing over his shoulders and down his back, leaving his chest only lightly furred. A thicker line of fur trailed down the center of the long torso, down to meet hips that formed a perfect V. There, the darker fur resumed and followed the inside of the creature’s thighs, fading to the lighter brassy gold on the outside. Then, past the creature’s knees, the darker fur took over. The dark fur ran the length of the creature’s lower legs, ending in long feathering over thick hocks and huge two-toed hooves.
Two thick, swollen balls hung heavy between the creature’s thighs, at the base of a long, massive, dripping cock. The reddened, veined flesh narrowed halfway up the length, until it ended at the slitted head. Thick pearlescent sperm beaded at the head, dripping down like thin spider silk.
Swallowing hard, Bel took a step back - but the cliff pushed at his back, offering him no retreat.
The creature stepped forward, closing the distance. With each step, a bell-like chime echoed off the rocks. The horned creature seemed to grow in height as the distance between them disappeared in long, unhurried strides.
Bel gaped at the being, even as his mind whirled to think of some way out-
But it was like the forest closed in around the clearing, blocking off any kind of escape. Shit, he was too old for this.
The professor fumbled for his flask, tugging it free of its pocket. Bel unscrewed the cap as he eyed the approaching creature.
“I don’t know what you are,” Bel said, raising his voice just enough that he was sure the creature heard him, “but if I’m about to die or whatever, I’m not doing it sober.”
He raised the flask up to the creature in a salute, then tipped it back, his lips closing over the opening and his eyes shutting tight. Sweet, burning brandy coated his throat in that caramel apple taste he loved. He didn’t bother sipping, though he would have liked to savor the sweet flavor. The alcohol hit his mostly empty stomach in a rush of heat and he silently thanked the cliff behind him for keeping him steady. Letting the flask fall from his lips, he grinned at the horned creature looming over him.
He had to admit, this creature outmatched any of his previous partners in pure carnal sex appeal.
“So… what are you?” the tiger asked, his words only slightly slurred. Fuck, he needed more alcohol.
Bel hadn’t noticed how full and perfect the creature’s lips were until they curled into a smile. A hand covered in baby soft skin and short hairs came up to cup Bel’s cheek, a strong thumb rubbing over his rough stubble.
“Many names I have,” came a deep, resonant voice from the creature’s lips, “Faunus… I am fond of…”
“Faunus?” Bel asked. At the creature’s nod, Bel smiled. “I like it. If I remember right… it’s the name of a Greek forest god…”
Another nod from the creature and understanding clicked into place.
I am way too sober.
“So… you’re a forest god…” Bel said, raising his flask up to his lips. “Well, then, allow me to worship you like the old rites… with lots of alcohol.” With that, the professor tipped back the flask and gulped down more of the caramel apple brandy. It burned deliciously sliding down his throat and he greedily gulped at the amber liquid. Once the flask ran dry, Bel let the flask drop from his fingers, clattering over the stone.
“Well,” Bel began, hazel eyes tracing up the creature’s chest, up his lovely neck, to the points of his ears, and the gracefully curving antlers. “I’m outta alcohol… so whatever yer gonna do, guess now’s the time.”
Those beautiful, shimmering eyes stared unblinking at the tiger as Faunus reached behind him. Feeling much like a doll, Bel numbly let the forest god tug off his backpack and toss it to the side. Long fingers ran through the professor’s orange-red hair, tugging the strands free of his ponytail. The hair tie fell from long fingers even as the god seemed to study his features.
“Worship,” Faunus rumbled, “on your knees…”
A warmth that didn’t come from the alcohol curled in his middle and Bel had to swallow around the sticky feeling in his throat. A gentle push from the forest god and Bel stumbled before sinking to his knees.
That long, heated cock stared him down and Bel swallowed the saliva flooding his mouth. Here, so close to the god’s sex, the wafting pheromones of primordial alpha saturated the air. Nearly choking him, the scent left him breathless.
Breathless, and trembling.
His previous partners definitely didn’t compare - none of the alphas he’d tumbled with could mess him up like this. Not even close.
Groaning, Bel bit his lower lip as his tail curled tight against his thigh. Even as the pebbles and hard earth dug into his knees, the professor’s ass clenched. He shuddered and opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the beading milk at the tip of that impossibly huge cock. Vaguely, he wondered what that cock would feel like buried to the hilt inside of him-
A needy keen slipped from his lips, a keen he didn’t realize came from him. But, fuck, the sound was all him - a part of him he tried to keep hidden, that he only let out during his heats and the random online hookups. More saliva flooded his mouth and he opened wider, taking the tip and several inches of that velvety, sweet-tasting cock into his mouth. He’d expected salt or sweat, but the cock presented to him tasted of sweet berries covered in sugar. Bel lapped at the satiny skin, caressing every inch he could reach with his tongue. A rumbling purr came from Faunus as long fingers threaded through his hair, encouraging him.
Bel didn’t need much encouragement. As if his heat surged to the surface, weeks before it was supposed to, his ass clenched and shuddered. A moan of need reverberated through his throat, and Faunus rewarded him with a moan of his own. Warmth seeped from his ass and his cock stiffened, pressing against the tightness of his pants as that hot organ slipped further into his mouth, down his throat, as he licked and worshipped every inch he could reach. He swallowed around the cock in his throat and leaned forward, wanting more - more -
The god’s cock strained his mouth as the wider half of the organ pushed into his mouth, shoving the impossibly long shaft down his throat. Bel reached up, his fingers knotting into thick fur at Faunus’s thighs. He almost tried to pull back, but the pleased groan of the god steeled him.
The professor swallowed again, clenching his throat around that long shaft. He pushed forward, taking more of that bulging organ down his throat. He shuddered with every new inch, tears starting to bead at the corners of his eyes with the strain. But then his nose met the curling, soft fur of the god’s crotch. Bel could barely breathe around the huge shaft and his jaw ached with the stretch, but he always finished what he started.
As he began to pull back, Faunus gripped his hair and suddenly yanked him back, then jerked him forward. A whimper choked on the god’s cock as Faunus thrust his hips forward. Bel’s eyes shut hard and he forced his throat to relax, instead focusing on the slide of that engorged, ample cock. The veins rubbed along his tongue and his own cock jumped in appreciation. The bump from slender to wide portions of the cock shoved against his tonsils and Bel gagged, shuddering.
But then the hot organ plumped - more?! - and liquid heat flooded down his throat. Bel didn’t even taste it; the head of Faunus’s cock jerked deep in his throat, spilling the scorching cum straight into his stomach. Black spots clouded his vision as the cock spasmed again and again, cutting off his air. When Bel was certain he’d pass out, that huge cock finally tugged out of his mouth, trailing remnants of sweet cum. Spatters of white cream splashed on his lips and cheeks, bathing him in Faunus’s scent. Breathing heavily, taking in great gulps of air, Bel leaned hard against the god’s legs, his fingers still clutching at the soft hairs. Saliva mixed with the god’s luscious cum dripped from his panting mouth as he teetered on the edge of his own orgasm.
Faunus caressed his hair, a purr coming from the god. Then, the god dipped a hand under Bel’s chin, tilting the tiger’s head up to look at him. Faunus smiled down at the professor, running the back of a finger along his jawline stubble. The god’s fingers rubbed his own cream into Bel’s cheeks, painting his freckled flesh in white.
Feeling the pinpricks of numbness suffusing his legs, Bel shuddered and shifted. He reached down between his legs to his crotch, but Faunus tugged Bel up until he stood on trembling legs, his striped tail curled around one of his thighs.
When Bel nearly collapsed again, Faunus lifted the groaning tiger into his arms as if he weighed no more than a child. The god let out a keening purr as he turned from the cliffside and towards the center of the waterfall. Entering the pool, Faunus ducked under the spray, using his gargantuan antlers to protect Bel from the water. Once past the spray, Faunus stepped up onto a stone floor. The tiger dimly heard the chimes of the god’s hooves and revelled in their beautiful melody. Long strides brought them from the dim light of water-filtered sunlight to the bright, unfiltered light of the sun coming through an opening in the huge cavern. Bel twisted his neck to look around, spotting a small copse of trees circling a thick mossy carpet.
Faunus laid him down on the thick carpet, his fingers running over the tiger’s frame and stripping the professor. The rumbling of the god’s deep voice sent shivers down the tiger’s spine, though Faunus spoke words he did not recognize.
“My chosen,” Faunus repeated, this time in a language Bel understood. “Heart of mine.”
Bel gaped, sure he misheard. “What…? But you… don’t know me?”
“Watched you… you come, many times…” Faunus explained, his rumbling voice patient and gentle. “Always respectful… gentle with what is mine… choose you...”
Bel swallowed hard again, but damn, that voice and his pheromones-
“What… what do I do?” Bel asked, floundering and feeling rather stupid. Especially when Faunus freed his hard, weeping cock from his pants; he hadn’t even noticed when Faunus stripped off his boots. Expecting to shiver in the cold, Bel blinking in confusion at the warmth of the cave, even as the god’s fingers rubbed at the flesh of his inner thighs.
“Stay,” the god rumbled, “here… with me…”
The god continued to pet him and Bel trembled, but not from fear, though when the god’s fingers ran over his paunch he flushed with embarrassment. The fire in his stomach stoked being so close to Faunus. Bel let out a little sigh and relaxed back into the thick moss, opening his thighs to the god. As his tail moved away from his hole, warmth dripped from his ass, catching on the fur of his tail and drooling a messy trail. Flushing at the feeling, Bel let out a needy sigh, his eyes drifting to the hardening rod nestled between Faunus’s thighs.
“Who am I to deny a god?”
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