His massive hands stroked down my back, reverent and possessive at the same time. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To let someone else take charge. To stop thinking and just feel."
He was right. For the first time in months, maybe years, my mind was blissfully quiet. No spreadsheets, no impossible metrics, no CEO demanding miracles. Just this moment, this connection, this overwhelming pleasure that consumed every thought.
"Yes," I moaned, pushing back against him instinctively, feeling his massive balls pressed against my ass. "Yes, this is exactly what I needed."
"Honesty at last," he growled approvingly, his pace increasing slightly. "I can feel how close you are, how desperately your body wants release. Your ass is gripping my cock so tight, milking me."
I could only whimper in response, my entire world narrowed to the point where we connected, where his massive shaft stretched me so perfectly. The oil made every thrust smooth and deep, that incredible ring around his cock creating friction that had me seeing stars.
"Now," he commanded suddenly, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. "Cum for me, Julian. Show me how good I make you feel."
My hand moved frantically on my cock, the permission unleashing something desperate inside me. Within seconds, I was crying out as my orgasm crashed through me in waves. My ass clenched rhythmically around his shaft as I painted the stone altar beneath me with thick ropes of cum.
"Beautiful," he snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic as my contractions pushed him over the edge. "Such a good fucking boy."
I felt him swell even larger inside me, then the hot rush of his release flooding my ass. He roared, a sound that was purely animalistic and filling the seemingly endless room. His massive hands gripped my hips as he buried himself as deep as possible. The sensation of being filled so completely, claimed so thoroughly, sent aftershocks through my already oversensitive body. Even so, I felt his cum leaking out of me already, my body filled to capacity.
We stayed like that for long moments, both of us breathing heavily. I felt him soften slightly inside me, though he remained impressively large. His massive hands stroked my back with surprising tenderness, drawing patterns on my sweat-slicked skin.
"You did so well," he murmured, his voice gentler now. "You really are incredible."
I felt myself glowing under his praise, my body still tingling with aftershocks. When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. His seed trickled down my thighs, warm and thick and pooling on the stone altar below me.
"Turn over," he commanded softly. "I want to see your face."
I obeyed, rolling onto my back despite my trembling limbs. The stone altar was warm beneath me, somehow accommodating my body perfectly. Looking up at Lakovos, I was struck again by his magnificence. His amber eyes glowed with satisfaction, his massive chest heaving slightly with exertion.
"How do you feel?" he asked, one large hand coming to rest on my stomach.
"Incredible," I whispered truthfully. "Like... like everything that was wound up inside me finally broke free."
He smiled, the expression surprisingly gentle on his fierce face. "That's exactly what happened. You've been carrying tension for too long, denying your own needs."
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, circling my navel, then moving lower to where my cock lay spent against my thigh. Even that gentle touch made me shiver with oversensitivity.
"The corporate world has convinced you that sacrifice is noble," he continued, his voice rumbling through me. "That burning yourself out for others is somehow virtuous. It's a lie, Julian."
I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. "I know. But what choice do I have? People depend on me."
"And who do you depend on?" he asked, echoing his earlier question. "When was the last time you allowed yourself to be vulnerable? To ask for help? To take care of yourself?”
The question hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't remember. For years, I'd been the one people came to with problems, the fixer, the responsible one. The idea of leaning on someone else felt foreign, almost forbidden.
"I... I don't know how," I admitted, my voice small.
Lakovos leaned down, his massive form casting me in shadow. "You're learning now," he said, pressing his forehead gently against mine. The contact was strangely intimate, more so than the sex we'd just shared. "This is the first step."
His scent enveloped me, masculine and earthy with hints of something wild I couldn't name. I breathed him in, feeling something loosen further in my chest.
"Why me?" I asked. "Why did you call me here?"
He pulled back slightly, his amber eyes studying my face. "The Maze chooses those in need. And you, Julian, were drowning.”
His words struck me with their truth. I had been drowning, sinking deeper every day under the weight of impossible expectations and corporate indifference.
"Will I remember this?" I asked, suddenly worried that this magical experience would fade like a dream once I left the maze.
Lakovos smiled, running a gentle hand through my hair. "You will remember what you need to. The details may blur, but the feeling, the release, the understanding, that will remain."
