CONTENT WARNING: toys, knots, sex with a non-humanoid, blood
The girth and length of the device mimicked a smaller version of his lover’s cock, but it was large enough to fill him. With his other hand, he pulled out the jar of oil Athanasios always insisted he used when he pleasured himself with the dildo. Putting both to the side, he hiked up his tunic and slid his pants to mid-thigh, exposing himself. His hardened cock bobbed and throbbed in the warm spring air.
Knowing he could take it—and not wanting to wait—he spread oil over the large surface of the dildo and pressed the tapered head of it against his hole. Taking a breath, he slowly sank the dildo into him a few inches. The head sank in smoothly and spread him slowly with each centimeter as the girth widened. Releasing the breath, he slipped the dildo in further, over the ridges, until only the knot and the ample base were left.
Shutting his eyes, Chares leaned his head back against the bark of the tree.
“Athanasios,” Chares breathed out, imagining his lover atop him. Those calloused fingers gripped his thighs and pushed his knees to his chest. He could feel the caress of thick fur against his ass and under his legs. Groaning, he pulled the dildo out, his insides alighting with each ridge and dip of the textured device.
“H-harder!” Chares moaned before thrusting the dildo into him hard. The thick knot rubbed against his hole, and his insides quivered with need. But not yet.
Athanasios tugged out of him before quickly thrusting in, the hefty balls of his lover slapping against his ass. Chares cried out as Athanasios thrust into him quick and hard, hitting the right spots and picking the rhythm that made Chares crazy with desire.
“Y-Your knot! Oh, Gods, give me your knot!” Chares begged.
His lover grunted, hot breath caressing his cheek and neck. The beast’s enormous hands held his thighs in one while the other yanked Chares up. Then, with a hard thrust, Athanasios pushed his knot inside Chares until his ring closed tight around the base of Athanasios’s cock.
Shuddering and breathing hard, Chares tightened his grip on his thighs. His insides throbbed around the huge cock as he gulped in air scented with his climax. Slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed up at the darkening sky.
Once he’d caught his breath, Chares carefully eased the dildo out of his passage. The knot came free reluctantly, and the feel of it awakened his cock once more. Biting his lip, Chares gently tugged the rest of the length free and rolled onto his side, gasping for breath again. He stared at the dildo and smiled, reminded that his lover was quite a bit bigger.
And he couldn’t wait to have the real thing inside him again.
Once he’d cleaned up as well as he could and wrapped the dildo in a cloth, he started off again. The throb of his backside only spurred on his pace, and by the time he saw the break in the trees, he had already broken into a full sprint.
The odd part, however, was the red-orange glow from behind the treeline.
Athanasios wouldn’t leave a torch burning outside unless he was waiting for Chares.
Was he waiting?
That thought gave him a burst of speed, and he barely noticed the thorns and branches as they tore apart his breeches. Rushing from the forest, a broad grin on his lips, Chares found Athanasios’s home quickly—
That was when the metallic tang of blood hit his nostrils. Skidding to a stop, Chares glanced about, eyes wide and searching for the source.
The snort of a horse drew his attention, and he found Athanasios.
Dark, oozing blood reflected the light of half a dozen torches. Ropes knotted around the enormous bull-like form. Like one of his mother’s pincushions, the black-maned minotaur lay tied to stakes and speared through with over a dozen boar-hunting spears. The wicked prongs meant to keep a charging boar away from the hunter only served to pierce the muscular chest over and over.
And those dark red eyes, filmy, glazed, and searching.
Searching for him.
Tears sprang to Chares’s eyes as he took in the scene. Surrounded on all sides by soldiers with not a scratch on them, their commander sitting atop a white horse, Athanasios appeared to have gone down without fighting back.
So like him, Chares thought with a pang of longing.
“Oi, who are you?” one of the soldiers shouted, alerted finally to his presence.
Taking a gulping breath, Chares turned on his heels and darted back into the forest. Pumping his legs with every last bit of energy in him, he ran and ran, not even seeing where he was going. Where could he go? Not back home. His throbbing eye reminded him why. He couldn’t take over Athanasios’s farm, not with the memory of seeing his lover so horribly killed in the small field they’d tended together.
Could he even live with that memory?
With the loss?
Would Athanasios haunt him if he didn’t?
Chares gulped down air, shutting his eyes as he burst free of the forest again. But he didn’t know this part of the valley well; this was Athanasios’s land, and few people dared venture this deep in the valley. The crushing weight of his lover’s loss blinded him, deafened him—gave him seemingly boundless energy to flee.
A shuddering sob shook through his body and he collapsed, feeling the wind whip around him. The air trembled with an approaching storm, and the clouds filled in, casting away the light of the moon and stars.
Not that Chares could see them anymore.
Wretched sobs and cries wracked his body. His pack tumbled from numb arms as he doubled over. He didn’t even know when the rain and thunder had started or when the lightning struck near him. He didn’t hear the rumble or see the cracks begin to form around him.
Chares couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process—
And suddenly, strong arms covered in dark, short fur surrounded him. A hiccup shook his form even as hands the size of his head stroked his back.
“Everything is okay. Everything is fine,” Athanasios murmured into his ear, holding him close. “I am here. You are safe.”
Safe.
“Was it… a dream?” Chares asked even as he opened his eyes.
But around them, the hazy, ghostly figures told him he either still dreamed—
Or he was dead.
Athanasios smiled kindly down at him, running his fingers through his dark, waving hair. “We are dead, my love… and I fear we will be stuck upon this side of the River for now… but we will be together.”
“Together,” Chares repeated, then smiled. “Together. Yes. Together."
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