“Hush,” Auren purred over my lips and kissed me, silencing the rising flurry of fear into oblivion.
My thoughts stopped abruptly as the pressure grew on my hole.
Auren slipped his hand away from his cock and pressed it against my stomach. His lips hovered overmine, and he whispered instructions. “Push, Callis. It will help if you push.”
It seemed wrong. It seemed far too disarming, far too like surrendering to the charge of this strange new thing. And yet, I was his, so I did his bidding.
When I pushed, muscles in my stomach contracting, his cock tore into my body with searing pain and terrifying ease. Once again, the pain flashed like lightning, but thunder never arrived. Instead, new warmth filled my body as Auren swung his hips back and thrust them down again.
A cry broke out of me, yet it bore no pain. Only pleasure.
How could this have been kept from me? For over a year, I had been a man grown, yet never once had I been taught to seek such pleasure. Never once had I thought of it as a pleasure at all.
Not until the immense, intimidating size of Auren’s cock filled my slender body and made tears of joy well in my eyes. Not until I wanted to weep and sing the hymns. Not until my nails scratched the skin on Auren’s back in a sheer act of devastation sparked by the pleasure that soaked my body.
I didn’t know when my eyes closed.
I only knew that when I opened them again, we were still joined, still moving, and something sacred was blooming behind my ribs. A kind of ache I didn’t want to end.
And somewhere in the dark curve of the chamber, the gods bore witness.
But it was Auren’s voice I followed, and Auren’s breath that I breathed.
And when I whispered his name, it wasn’t with fear.
It was with awe and surrender.
The embers glowed brighter. The fires brought on by the bellows of a smith solely forging bonds and pleasures. My legs rose higher, coiling around Auren’s waist as he filled my body deeper. Each thrust, determined and precise, made me yearn to yelp with joy. It untied something twisted inside of me. It relaxed something tense. It made my chest rise higher, body pressed against body, mouth slammed against mouth. The speeding, intensifying movements of Auren’s hips broke into me, broke everything inside of me, and repaired it in the right order. The knots gave way, the crookedness straightened, and the wrinkles smoothed.
He fucked me. It was that plain and simple when I thought about it. He fucked me like a rich and powerful lord who could. He fucked me with the confidence that he couldn’t do wrong and skill that proved it.
Yet it was more than that.
His soul, bathed in moonlight, glimmered when its tendrils ventured towards mine.
I held back, though not because I didn’t want them to mingle. I held back because it seemed so soon and sudden. Not so long ago, my life had been charted before me in all the simple ways I’d hoped. Now, I was adrift at sea, and Auren was the only scrap of land I could find. This didn’t make him a bad land, but Ididn’t know if it made him the only land that ever could be.
“Give yourself to me,” Auren said, reading my thoughts.
A bolt of shame passed through me before I obeyed him. I surrendered to him, abandoning the thoughts and letting my body coil around him.
My skin rubbed against the rich silk draping the altar, and the scent of sex lay thick in the air, feeding the raw fire within. The intense motions of Auren’s hips, the tensing of his marble muscles, and the sweat breaking over his brow and dripping onto my flesh all merged into a glorious conquest of my body.
He ravaged me at that altar, and I breathlessly wished for more.
And when he crushed his lips against mine, his heated breath told me what was happening. Auren’s hand moved between our grinding torsos and found my aching, throbbing cock. His thrusts hastened, scrambling to spear me harder and deeper before it ended. And as he wrapped his fingers around me, motioning his oiled fist along my unimpressive length, I gave a cry into his open mouth, drowning it between Auren’s lips.
I felt his throbbing. I felt the pulse that pushed the ribbons of his heated semen, the white seed he planted deep inside my body for no other use than the glory of the gods and the union between men.
Tears spilled down the sides of my face as Auren tightened his hold on my cock and the sudden sensations overwhelmed me. They welled and spurted fromme in a storm of feelings too scattered to catch and name.
Heat drizzled over the taut skin of my stomach, semen squirting over my body and his, unstoppable, as every muscle in my body tensed and pulsed. My cock ached, reaching the climax of our ritual, my lower back arching as I thrust myself up from the altar.
Auren’s cock remained deep inside me, impaling me still as he began to soften. The last drops of my heated seed were smeared between our grinding bodies, and I drew a deep breath into my burning lungs. It felt like breathing in anew, as though the person who had entered this chamber no longer existed, and I was finally born.
My bonded lover gently pulled away from me, his hand sliding from my cock to my bruised hole, rubbing it soothingly. “Keep it inside of you,” he told me. “It strengthens the bond.”
I groped with tingling fingers for his upper arms, feeling his glowing skin and the gold ring around his bulging muscle, pulling him to me.
