"Not yet," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I want to taste you first."
Before I could process his words, he was moving, his massive form shifting until his bull's head was level with my groin. The sight of him poised there, those powerful horns framing his face, those amber eyes locked on mine, nearly made me cum on the spot.
"Hold still for me," he commanded, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
His tongue, longer and wider than any human's, lapped at the underside of my cock in one broad stroke from base to tip. I cried out, my hands flying to grip the edges of the altar.
"Oh god," I gasped, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
Lakovos chuckled, the vibration traveling through his tongue as he repeated the motion. "No gods here, Julian. Just you and me."
His massive hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them. The vulnerability of the position should have made me nervous, but all I felt was anticipation, a desperate need for more of his touch, his taste, his attention.
When his mouth finally enveloped me, I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. The heat was incredible, his tongue wrapping around my shaft in ways that defied human anatomy. He took me completely, my entire length disappearing into that impossible mouth, surrounded by wet heat and gentle suction.
"Fuck," I moaned, one hand moving to rest atop his head, fingers brushing against the base of a horn. The texture was smooth, warm like living bone.
He hummed around my cock, clearly pleased by my reaction. His massive hands slid beneath me, cupping my ass and lifting me slightly to improve his angle. The display of strength, the ease with which he manipulated my body, sent a thrill through me that was equal parts intimidation and arousal.
I watched, mesmerized, as his head bobbed between my thighs, those magnificent horns swaying with each movement. His tongue worked magic around my shaft, curling and uncurling in ways that made my toes curl and my breath catch. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be connected directly to where his mouth engulfed me.
"Lakovos," I gasped, my fingers tightening around his horn. "I'm going to?—"
He pulled back, releasing me with a wet sound that should have been obscene but somehow wasn't. My cock throbbed in the cool air, achingly hard and glistening with his saliva.
"Not yet," he rumbled, his amber eyes glowing with hunger. "I want to taste all of you first."
Before I could ask what he meant, his massive hands were flipping me over with effortless strength, positioning me on my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that sent shivers of anticipation through me.
"Raise your hips," he commanded, his voice gentle but brooking no argument.
I obeyed, pushing myself up on my knees while keeping my chest pressed against the warm stone. The position left me completely open to him, my most intimate places on display. I should have felt embarrassed, but instead, I felt a strange liberation in my surrender.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
His large hands spread my cheeks, and I tensed momentarily, uncertain of what was coming. Then I felt it, the warm, wet press of his tongue against my entrance. I gasped, my entire body jerking at the unexpected sensation.
"Relax," he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Let me in, Julian."
I forced myself to breathe, to surrender to the strange, intense pleasure of his tongue circling my hole. Each broad lick sent sparks shooting up my spine, making my cock throb where it hung heavy between my legs. When he finally pushed inside, just the tip of that impossible tongue breaching me, I moaned so loudly it echoed through the clearing.
"That's it," he praised, pulling back slightly. "You’re such a good boy and so beautiful when you give in."
His tongue returned, more insistent now, working me open with patient, thorough strokes. I lost myself in the sensation, my world narrowing to the point where his mouth connected with my body. Time became meaningless, it could have been minutes or hours that he spent worshipping me with his tongue, but it didn’t matter. All I could think about was the pleasure and thefleeting thought that I should do this more often. It had been far too long since I’d been on the receiving end of things.
When one thick finger replaced his tongue, slick with oil that hadn't been there before, I barely noticed the transition. My body accepted him easily, relaxed and open from his attention. The slight burn of the stretch only heightened my pleasure.
"More," I begged, pushing back against his hand. "Please, I need more."
"Patience," he rumbled, but I heard the smile in his voice. "You’ll get everything you desire in time."
A second finger joined the first, stretching me further. He worked them in and out with deliberate slowness, curling them to brush against my prostate with each thrust. My cock leaked steadily onto the stone beneath me, the dual sensations of fullness and that perfect pressure inside making me tremble.
"Such a good boy," Lakovos murmured, his free hand stroking down my spine. "So responsive, so willing to take anything I can give you."
I whimpered as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously as my body adjusted. His fingers were larger than a human's, thick and long, reaching places inside me I didn't know could feel so good.
"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. "I need... I need..."
