Current characters:

Vincent the master

Alastor his ‘right-hand’

Havi the ‘snake’

Celeste the mermaid

Bastian the chimera

They travelled in silence for many hours. It was a wonderful day, peaceful, serene.

Though not a single word was shared between Vincent and Alastor, they were still able to communicate easily, and both were comfortable and content beside each other.  

As the sky began to dim, and the sun began to sink, Vincent turned his attention to the heavens.

‘It’s going to get dark soon’ Vincent murmured, watching the clouds gliding lazily overhead. ‘It’s going to get dark quickly. Yes,’ he continued, looking upwards. ‘The clouds are thick… they’re heading slowly this way. Hopefully it won’t rain. But just in case…’

He glanced back to Alastor.

‘We should find somewhere sheltered.’

Alastor gave a firm nod. He was always willing to fulfil his master’s wishes, no matter what they were.

Alastor tapped his heels into the horse he rode, sending it into a trot. He began to lead the way, Vincent following after him. He meandered back and forth, his path aimless, or so it seemed, but Vincent knew him well, he knew that Alastor was searching. He didn’t know how, but Alastor seemed to have an ability, he seemed to be able to find things, hidden things, places, and items, he even seemed to have a heightened sense of reading and understanding emotions, even those best hidden. He could understand Vincent’s deepest feelings, the fears he tried to hide, the lies and half-truths. He could never trick Alastor, not if he tried, no matter how hard he tried. He never understood how Alastor could do this, but it seemed to be something he could do with others also, but he could do this best with those he knew, best of all with Vincent. Perhaps he was reading subtle queues, expressions, maybe scents. Vincent would likely never know.

A short time later, and Alastor had brought them to a sheltered place, a place where the tree branches overhead were dense, but there was a clear space of earth on the ground. It was evident that a larger tree had fallen over some time ago, leaving the area bare. The tree was resting on its side, still alive, but with half its roots pointing skywards, torn from the earth as it fell. No other trees had grown in the space around it, but the surrounding tree branches took advantage of the new space amongst them, filling it up quickly so their leaves could reach the sunlight, blotting out the sky, and quickly blocking its rays from view for all below.

Vincent dismounted his horse, wandering over towards the large fallen trunk, touching it gently with his fingertips, running his hand over the bark. The trunk itself was mostly green, it was clear to have been resting in this state for a long time. It was almost completely consumed by moss, grasses and other smaller vegetation.

‘It’s lovely here’ Vincent uttered. ‘I knew you would find a good place.’

Vincent looked over towards the little river that ran nearby, it was fairly shallow, the deepest part looking to be only knee-high.

Vincent smiled at it.

‘This is perfect.’

He glanced towards Alastor now, who had already tied his horse up, and was making a fire to keep them warm, cook their food for later, and give them light.

Most of what was around him now, he could not see, as the sun had disappeared entirely now, or so he presumed. It was getting late, and soon enough he would be only able to see what was within their circle of light from the fire. He wondered for a moment if Alastor could see in the dark, and if so, how well.

He felt a pang of sadness within him then, realising he’d never been able to ask him anything so specific.

He wished he could, just so he could find out more about him.

Vincent continued to watch Alastor, who was kneeling beside his own horse, unpacking one of the bags.

Vincent continued to stare silently, taking in Alastor’s every beautiful feature, his stunning facial structure, his collar bones, his skin, his lips.

Vincent swallowed back his saliva, letting go of the reigns without even tying up his horse.

He approached Alastor.

Alastor glanced up, his expression that of momentary confusion as Vincent snatched the bag out of his grip, throwing it aside and grabbing Alastor’s face with both hands, kissing him deeply.

Alastor immediately began to moan, kissing him back with as much vigour as Vincent, breaking away only long enough to be able to lean back, resting on his spine now. Vincent paused only long enough to take his jacket off, throwing that aside before kneeling over Alastor.

They continued to kiss for a time, feeling each other all over, fumbling as they began to tease each other’s clothes off. But then there was a dark shadow falling over them, and as Vincent released their kiss, looking towards the disturbance, he saw that it was Havi the snake, standing now between them and the flickering fire.

Havi instantly glowered, crossing his arms and pouting.

‘You’ve already had him today’ the snake complained, ‘when is it going to be my turn?’

‘Uh…’ Vincent chuckled awkwardly, leaning away from Alastor. ‘I didn’t realise you were getting jealous. And who said you could come out of your bottle?’

‘I need some love sometimes you know’ Havi said moodily, ignoring the question. ‘We all know he’s your first and favourite but…’

Vincent straightened up, glancing towards Alastor.

‘Do you mind?’ he said to Alastor, asking for permission.

Alastor only grinned widely, tapping the side of Vincent’s face in an agreeing and submissive manor. He crawled back away from Vincent, giving him space to be with Havi.

Alastor turned away, moving further towards the discarded pack, picking up where he left off in taking out supplies.

Vincent turned his attention onto Havi then, wasting little time as he reached out to him, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him closer.

Havi lost his balance, falling forwards onto his front.

‘Woah… hold on…’

‘No’ Vincent snapped, flipping Havi onto his back. ‘You wanted this.’

Without hesitation, Havi bit Vincent suddenly, sinking his teeth into him.

Vincent winced; huffing in annoyance.

He grabbed Havi by his lower jaw, using his bitten arm to force his upper jaw open, freeing himself.

‘A snake will always bite’ Vincent grimaced, leaning forwards and growling into his ear. ‘You want me to do something for you, you need to be more gentle. I won’t kiss you if you bite me. Understand?’

Havi hesitated, considering his masters words for a moment, before releasing his jaws.

‘Good boy’ Vincent cooed. ‘Here is your reward.’

Havi expected a kiss, instead, Vincent slipped his fingers into him.

Havi gasped, mostly out of surprise, Vincent had moved so slyly.

Vincent had slipped his two middle fingers into Havi’s hole, a hole below his waist, on his front side.

He pulled his fingers out gently, before shoving them forwards again.

The second time Havi gasped, Vincent closed his mouth upon his, kissing him. Havi kissed him back, barely able to supress his moans and Vincent worked on his lower half.

He paused only to unzip himself, he’d stop kissing Havi for just a moment, long enough to gather himself, to focus.

‘Yeah’ Havi moaned, looking down at Vincent. ‘Hurry up and put it in… hurry up… please.’

‘What’s gotten you so impatient?’ Vincent asked, his tone amused.

‘Too much energy’ Havi breathed. ‘We haven’t found an enemy in days. I haven’t fought, haven’t fucked….’ He gritted his teeth then, glaring up at Vincent in frustration. ‘I need to be fucked.’

‘Well, I guess it’s my fault for neglecting you’ Vincent told him sincerely. ‘I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.’

Havi cried out, as Vincent thrust into him, first once, then again.

‘Ma…master’ Havi sobbed, feel pain and pleasure in equal measures drowning him, consuming him. ‘Ho…hold on.’

‘No’ Vincent snapped, slapping Havi’s hand away as he made to reach for him. ‘You wanted this. I’m going to exhaust you physically and mentally too.’

Havi hiccupped heavily, breath catching in his throat as Vincent bit him hard enough to make him bleed.

‘Master…’ Havi uttered, his voice barely a whisper. ‘Ah…’

Vincent thrust his cock into his tight hole, straddling his tail and holding him tightly around the waist as he had his savage way with him.

 [end of chap]