Mostly Beefcake, With a Slight Chance of Darkness
Mostly Beefcake, With A Slight Chance of Darkness
By Eightane
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Dusk settled over the jagged cliffs that girdled the valley, painting their craggy fingers a brilliant rust-orange. Across prairie bluffs below, sat two breaks in the continuance of nature... One being the modest bivouac of a native village, thatched huts in an oblong circle, centered by the rising smoke of a healthy fire.
The other, bound for the first, a proud member of his settlement... Or, usually proud.
Today's hunt had been a fruitless one, for the liger warrior... Though it would be quite obvious from his slump-shouldered pace. Loincloth fluttering in a light dusk breeze, his gold-and-green-stripes trembling by the same force. Its arid warmth cut paths through the berth of his legs, whipping dust into the claw-shaped scars that specified his chest. Immune to this bite, was only the spear holstered in the belt across his sturdy back, with its point sharp and bright. And clean. No blood, or fur, or any likened proof of conquest. Clean was the 'scarlet letter' of tribal patriarchs... "Clean", meant "hunger".
His village sprawled by the foot of a tiny hill, and upon cresting a larger bluff two-distant, scratching his solid chin, he stopped to gaze down at the family's yurt. For now, they weren't disappointed. They could still think of him with pride, imagining what noble carcass he would bring, to provide and sustain. In years past, Ith'bkks were a-dime-a-dozen; their herds of long-horned quadriped stock a massive constant on the untamed plain. Now, to see a group of even three or four, more than once in a week, was a divine blessing from the greatest of their gods.
Blessing eluded him. And though given to a quiet nature, many times he'd readily cast a gruff baritone; if to none other than himself.
"Such promise in their hearts, with I in their heads. Had only my arrow pierced that single buck, by the river... If so, their dreams of me could persist. But they'll reap my reality; Qagg, man of might and failure."
The ruddy tint of his environs quickly faded, while his walking resumed; twilight was fast on its way, and rich colours from the mirror-prone clouds made their exit. His mind filled with certainty of dread; on a better day, when this wasn't the case, he may've noticed how much faster than normal - by incredible degree - night was settling in.
One minute, twenty-seven seconds. In this brief span, he treaded from two hills distant, to the closer... All the while, starless night gradually absorbed him. It was their total absence, on a day non-overcast, that finally hijacked his conscious; eyes darted upwards, while his throat trembled a deep "Hmm?".
Driving him to halt once more, he tried in vain to focus on the featureless sky... With such an omen, the fur on his forearms stood erect; something just wasn't kosher. While his legs kept anchored, sturdy pecs swung left and right, with his stare in all directions around him. The hills were made invisible, and absence of light removed even that which was inches from him... As if he'd somehow transported to the depths of a disquieting cavern.
Convinced there were no answers in the pure void of sight, his eyes were once again drawn to the sky; this time, by a twinkling illumination. At first small, and even soothing, its twinkle grew to a strobe, then a solid source, doubling, tripling in size, until it easily revealed the swirling mass of clouds behind it. He was naturally in arm's reach of terror - a source of light, below the clouds, which orbited like that of an airborne funnel - but his warrior spirit, and orderly, masculine bearing kept reigns on his composure. It was, after all, a great curiosity, and from its scope and majesty, something beautiful in a power-borne way.
Still brightening, the illumination showed hue of the swirling clouds; a deep crimson, darker than blood, married with a slight influence of purple. And as this became clear, it was that much easier to tell how the clouds were descending... Their breakneck pace, even shaming the assumption of night, which would now seem quite artificial. Shedding fear, and cemented in his curious wonder, thick fingers again reached up to paw at his chin. There was nothing natural in this advent, and logic brought him to guess that someone was behind this... Common legend, included that of gods or spirits appearing to the people, often in times of hardship or famine. By that virtue, he mused, it would seem they're right on time.
By now, the crimson cyclone was mere meters above, and due for an impact with the ground. Qagg's legs nearly gave way, stumbling back as the force of strong and sudden gusts assaulted him. The swirl had opened up just above, so that when it finally crashed on the windswept grass, it enveloped him in a massive, self-shining hoop. His short, closely-trimmed mane whipped in every possible angle, and with eyes widened, shifting every which way in childlike wonder, he caught the last sight to come from above; at first, from a distance it appeared like that of a clay figure, something local artisans might craft in abundance. But descending with a sort of serenity, drawing closer to his well-focused countenance, he could see it was no tiny work, nor of familiar hands.
There were wings, expansive and ebony, flanked by luminescent highways of veins... Clearly a biped, and from the proportions - combined with muscle mass that rivaled his own - it was most likely male, and quite a bit taller than he. Drawing ever closer, more details would leap out in series; it, or he, possessed long clawlike fingers, separate from one another by extensive spacing on a wide hand. Two eyes, like himself or any animal, but glowing amber-yellow like a pair of precious, alien gems. The mouth, thin-lipped and non-conspicuous, girdled by stubby fangs. Skin was a brighter crimson than that of his cloud-"escort", much closer to spilled blood, smooth and flawless as stones from an ancient streambed. Atop his large, stalwart head, a pair of horns, short like his fangs, tipped in pearl and hints of dim yellow; And from the looks of it, sharp enough to cut the steel of his spear, or that of any hunter in the village. Next to these, were similarly-stubby ears, with the slightest degree of a point. But aside from it all, Qagg had barely gotten past the actual form... Had he possessed a greater self-awareness, he would've realized how the stranger's build struck a dim spark of jealousy.
As the intimidating figure set down on the grass, gently and filled with smirking assurance, one thought occurred to the bewildered liger... If this 'being' shirked the village, and circled him with clouds unpierceable by sight, it was fairly clear he had reason to confront him alone... He'd been chosen.
The dark appearance - though hardly welcoming - changed naught of his eager spirit, for a simple reason... It was great honour among his kind, when spiritual events picked a single witness; assuming he could walk away with proof. In this light, bolstered by pride of being 'the one' to greet this dubious guest, he cleared his mind, adjusted his posture, and stepped forward to address the smug newcomer.
"Peace to thee, traveller. Know me as Qagg, warrior of-"
Straightaway, the liger male felt something altogether new to him: A total break of his voice. Attempts to proceed met with failure; regardless of how he tried, he sounded, and felt, like he was simply breathing out betwixt teeth and lips. Reaching one hand to his throat, wide-eyed, the pierce of his gaze shot to the demonic presence, whose confidence had clearly risen, while its Herculean arms crossed at mid-chest.
"-the village Ligaethrn, second-in-line to the honourable shaman." His daunting fangs bared further... Simultane, Qagg felt a brief shiver at the demon's tone; intrinsically low, three keys in unison, pitched to suit the obvious - surely no agent of heaven. His hulking visitor seemed aware of the notion, or at least, it was a likely cause for the spread of his grin as he proceeded. "I believe that's the gist of it, correct? And your welcome is flattering, warrior... Many others weren't so receptive."
Qagg's brow moved wildly, contorting for the blend of emotions, while holding his throat in silence. But as the fighter he'd truthfully claimed, fear was simple to tame, and fury soon took dominance in his mind. Meantime, the demon's smirk was reigned in, with more muted amusement... There was no longer any doubt, this strange male could hear every thought and impulse.
"Well don't make me eat my words... You seem the friendly type, especially for one so groomed to kill and destroy. That isn't lost on me; I'll chalk your anger up to my... Methods, and proceed. You'll find your voice, at the close of my tale; I've never been one for interruptions. Either way, harm is the last thing on my mind, so put yourself at ease."
Capable of more sense than most, Qagg knew defiance had its time and place, which wouldn't be now... And so stood with full attention, hand at last lowering from its neck-level perch.
"Marvelous... I can see we'll get along just fine." Uncrossing his brawny limbs, the demon approached his calmed company, to within a foot and some-odd inches. "In my dimension, your kind has long been a subject of envy... Intelligent, able-bodied beings like ourselves, likewise atop your food chain... The key difference, in how hospitable your lands. Warmth of day and light, then falling into peaceful, benevolent night... No endemic dangers, beyond what stupidly mishandling your element could bring."
Every shred of Qagg's focus was genuine, with reticence fading. This, while the demon proceeded, breath growing heavier with their closing proximity, dampening the fur of Qagg's forehead.
"I'm sure you've guessed by now, just where I call home... And though we're equipped to 'handle' the heat, that doesn't mean we're made to take everlasting fire and seas of magma like some neutral ocean. I assure you, death and pain are just as much a part of our existence." In this, Qagg caught the first hint of saddened fury from the visitor, while his crimson head swung upwards. "Only by sweet release of a loophole, may we see the surface world... If only once per century, on the second new moon. And even then, we clearly don't belong; our presence bends the very balance of time, and ushers night like flies to honey." Lowering his gaze, it re-assumed hold on the flabberghasted feline. "Maybe you've noticed how fast the darkness was upon you, or how all has slowed to a crawl. Your kind always have."
Wishing to communicate in some manner, Qagg chose a benevolent nod. This gave way to a distinct pause, while demonic mien slowly swung back towards jovial. The dumbstruck liger expected more of the imp's tale, as it had gone up to now; but the next instant, his throat held a tingle, which he guessed to be the end of forced muteness. He was fully-prepared to utilize the freedom, and strike a dialogue with the approachable devil...
... Before catching how the glow of amber eyes, indiscreetly skewed down his chest, then to his arms and stomach... Joined by the widest smirk yet seen from the devilkin. It took no wizened elder, to see how this specter had his own sort of curiosity.
With brow raised - from this and the stranger's tale - Qagg saw the first chance to put in his two cents, and pounced on it.
"Allow me to repeat my welcome, if you're indeed honest and this is all you relish for a century." His countenance furrowed. "Second, while I may be... Receptive of transients, take me for no blithering simpleton... I've an inquisitive bend, or at least my woman would have me believe. Third, and the largest cause for my favour... No outsider could perceive what this means for me."
Upon this, the nameless imp locked eyes with their intense counters, supplanting his pride. "To the contrary... As a different culture might say, you've just broken your apparition-cherry. Bring your friends to believe you, and they'll have you as king in only the time it takes to bludgeon the old one. It's an odd ascension, your race has adopted... But nicely amusing."
Qagg had a shocked reply at the ready, but it held on his tongue when he realized the demon was once again staring him up and down... Though the golden glow sank a bit lower than its first journey. It was no longer a choice, of whether to ignore the question.
"Your parables confound me, dark stranger... There's no cherry trees within leagues of this valley. But you've forced me to ask... Pray tell what I'm to think of your wandering eye."
Demonic teeth bared their full, smiling expanse, whose bright sharpness put his spear to shame... And the green-hued warrior had pieced it together, even before his nameless company could exposit.
"I'll amend what I said of your people... You're subject to envy, for a pair of reasons. First, you've already heard; second, the males of your race are often quite... Gifted."
By all accounts, Qagg was just the open sort his spirit would convey... But this temperament vanished, with the last few words from the nameless mouth. His reply, sped through gritted teeth and surly tone.
"Debaucherous devil... Your scheme is vile , I have a lifemate and children!"
He concluded with a quick reach for his holstered weapon, plotting to brandish it and hold the demon off... Whose hand came up as well, palm forward, and Qagg instinctively turned to catch the shocking sight of his spear, flying up and away through the wall of clouds.
Impish laughter punctuated the deed. "You won't be needing that, warrior. You disappoint me... I'd assumed we could come to an understanding. We are , after all, men of reason."
Qagg made the slow turn, to refocus on his protagonist... And if fighting was impossible, he'd been left with few options, as a shallow sigh accompanied his lowering eyelids. "... And you don't intend it otherwise. Pray accept one final question: you have no females in your... Domain?"
"Few, and far between... But it's of no bearing, for those who barely notice them at all." For an instant, only one point of amber was glowing... Clearly an extended wink.
The muscled cat was incredibly torn... Affairs of men weren't unknown in their tribelands, but never ended well, for a slew of unsavory reasons. Even so, and even among the 'productive' males... It was something most all had considered. And through the demon's eyes, Qagg and his brief protest were absolute proof. Straightaway, it was mutually-obvious, that two pairs of eyes were moving to size each other up.
While it may've been the beast's plan from the very outset, Qagg had only begun to enjoy the largess; and there was much to esteem. Supple, crimson skin almost shined in the light of the vortex, reflecting chiseled abs that weren't unlike his own, though a sight more defined... Just as the brawny chest likewise trumped him. Now, with mindset in a carnal bend, many things leapt out at him, that before weren't so apparent. The demon's right ear, just below its point, held a gold ring; a smaller version of what hung from his left nipple. And with Qagg's gaze trained on this, in his upper peripheral, shown a devilish grin... Just before its owner took one claw to the latter piercing, gave it one good tug, and followed with a brief moan. Though Qagg knew the beast was only using his clairevoyance to toy with him, it didn't change how his loincloth was starting to bulge... While his paw moved closer to the strap that held it on.
The warrior's tone, came disarmed like his physical self. " I must commend you, demon... You've awakened something I thought to be all but gone."
The beast's grin held fast, while his other hand moved slowly, teasingly down his flawless body. "So you have relevant experience; I can't say I'm shocked."
"Verily... The hunter who trained me, my brother-in-arms... Many things, he taught..." Qagg's breath was slower, deeper, while his loincloth barely covered the thickness of its growing secret. Even a man of such discipline and patience, had his breaking point. "... I can't stand it any longer. Turn yourself, beast, and show me the pit I _so ache _ to explore."
Qagg expected many things, but one he didn't was a firm chuckle, issued from the manly devil. "Not so fast, eager one... Our plans aren't exactly in line."
Confusion, and frustration, were almost enough to dent the warrior's interest, like his puzzled face would prove. "... Then, what constitutes your scheme?" He glanced down between the demon's legs; fixed on why they weren't too alluring. "We have little choice... Something seems to be missing."
A cackling laugh, steeped with darker influence. "And just when did you notice the 'trinkets', on myself? Those golden decorations."
Qagg began a more literal answer, but swallowed his words, while a knowing look crept over his features. "... Upon your decision, of wanting me to."
This time, the beast's smirk was free of levity. "I admire a man with deduction."
His hand, still sliding down across taut stomach, finally settled over the blankness of his loins. Outwardly, nothing happened, until his digits moved away... And Qagg was unable to contain his gasp.
The breeze from their rotating cloud-alcove, swept against a new obstacle... Nine dangling inches of soft red manhood, swinging heavily in resistance, christened with a silver prince albert; and the mammoth sack hanging no less than half as low. Even more awe-inspiring to the liger, was what lay just above them... The only hair to be found on the devil, a much lighter, fire-red bush, that seemed to waveringly shift on its own... Like an actual tongue of flames. While his eyes widened to their greatest extent, the garment over his own, inferior blessing, slipped away with the tug of his hand... Its freed prisoner pulsing, thoroughly engorged, eight-and-some-odd uncut inches sticking straight-forward, pointing towards the scintillating cause.
Staring shamelessly at the incredible monster, gape-mawed to reveal his liger teeth, his voice practically dripped with arousal. "Such irony, beast, that you say our males are 'gifted '."
The wide hand that revealed its master's tool, slid up and down the hardening length. Deviance shone from every corner of his countenance, while the other hand kept busy teasing his nipple ring. "But I never used the word 'package', now did I?" In a fleeting sudden, he stepped forward, shedding hold on his nipple to take a well-surprised Qagg by the chin. "Your men are gifted... With muscular, hella-tight asses!!"
For a moment, the blackened imp claws teased at a fuzzy chin, before moving palm to grip the big cat's temple, and push sidewise with immense force. Briefly taking the other hand from his monstrous weapon, he grabbed the falling warrior's side, and bade him spin a 180 to the grass below. Equally abrupt, was the reappearance of Qagg's spear, flying back through the cloud wall from whence it left, heading straight in the devil's direction. A crimson arm lifted to snatch it from the air, and in mere seconds it was bent and twisted to a closed loop. Taken purely off-guard, Qagg had barely the time to regain his faculties, and realize he was down on his knees, before the demon locked his own spear below his chin, tightening it just so to be irremovable.
"Such a proud race... You walk this wide expanse of surface, and think it truly belongs to you." Feline torso sped for the ground, pushed from behind by the smooth crimson form. "... Then someone comes along, and shows you just how powerless you really are."
"Nnng ghhhh... _" Qagg's try for escape, lasted all of two seconds... A hopeless task. "I misjudged you, demon... Perhaps envy is _more of you than implied-Nnhhhh..."
The second groan was no sound of struggle... His firm hindquarters, just as tight as the beast asserted, felt the pressure from a warm intrusion. It's good fortune, Qagg pondered, his being so quick ... Else, my claws and I would have protest. This sentiment, however, died a gradual death, while scene unfolded.
The beasts' earlier moan, with his ringplay - cloying and non-authentic - resurged with far greater impact... Feline ears caught its newfound honesty, this time around, even through the hunter's own pleasurable noise. The tyrannical demon, and his mushroom head - the size of Qagg's wrist - pushed into the long-neglected passage with barely a shred of mercy, stretching a long expanse. While the liger winced in pain, among other feelings, the beast's lowered jaw drooled hot hellspit down the dull-greenish back; and the further his humongous meat probed, the more his demon firebush grew in height and brightness; quite clear in what it measured.
'Nameless' and his giant trophy, continued their push through the warm and tight hole, until the full thirteen inches were firmly in place; and their well-blessed length grew even harder, as the demon looked over his manly sub, and how transparent this act of unwillingness. Thoughts spoke louder than actions, which the devil so easily received; and the big cat was greatly turned on by his bowing to a superior male. Feline traps glowed yellow, from two points of light; demon's eyes, intensified like the flame of his manbush, as he ruthlessly pounded the perfect ass.
"Unnngh... Nn fgg _... _Beast, stay thy power!" Spasms of Qagg's brow had worsened, his form heaving in rhythm with the gifted beast.
Another deep cackle, pitched in dark mirth. "Already too much to - ungh, yehh - handle? Your fortitude is shameful... I should make you suffer for - fuckyeah - _such a failure _."
It was a mere quip to the devil, an excuse to heighten his cadence; but the last word struck a nerve with Qagg, who found renewed vigor in struggling for freedom. His arousal took a backseat to fury, straining to break away and punish the imp's hubris. But in vain... His dominator was far too strong, and from the earlier tale, experienced in 'taming' his fellow men. He had no choice but to end the attempt, and take the phrase for what it was; unrelated heat of the moment. Not easy to ignore the present fervour, besides... His chin perched on the twisted spear-handle, groaning for the huge cock in his tender opening. But refocused on the devil's work, he noticed just how much more he enjoyed it... The strain to escape, and fury that 'Nameless' perceived, were an excuse the beast had been hoping for.
He thrust with every ounce of his power, abs rolling like an angry sea in the violent motion. Dark orange pre trickled from his massive dickhead, buried in its anal holster, coating the tool inch-by-massive-inch... At last reaching its root, natural lube brought the portion of exposed flesh to shine, reflecting their otherworldly light and the fiery garnish. From the edific change in his uke's movement, switching pain with ecstacy, it would seem a quick smoothening was just what the doctor ordered.
Qagg couldn't help himself; nor deny any longer, that he loved every moment. "Ohhhh... Y- yes ss, my conqueror..." His own member, hard as hot stone, rubbed against the solitude of grass. "Humble me with your, OHHH , endowment... So superior, it belongs within me... UNNG HH, I deserve its domination."
Few things, could more have pleased the demon. Sweltry spit seeping from his jaw, he leaned back, to spill it on the base of his meat, further lubrication for the virile probe. Qagg, spine slithering in fervent pleasure, yelped with every thrust; from both a good pounding, and the demon's flame-curls scorching his upper cheeks. A thick mushroom raked firmly over his prostate, something dearly missed from his days with a brother-in-arms... And should it continue further, he felt the imminence of paws-free climax. This, and his desire to extend it, would be the only reason he could wish for a lessening.
The manly imp's flow was unyielding... From nearly-out to a total push in, through no more than half a second, his tone a mix of bass-moans and insidious laughter. "Fuuck... Ohhhh , such a natural manslut _..." Luminant in his narrowed eyes, were a set of feline biceps, swerving and rocking with the motion. _"Even your, Ung ghh, build is no match for mine... Eghh... And you call yourself a... God-damn hunter..."
" Aa ahhh... You... You speak truth, my OHHH - ruler... I'm nothing before you... OHH... I... Bow to your will..."
Upon the last phrase, Qagg surprised his devil captor, sliding heavily back on the meat in mid-thrust. As the demon's head shot upwards, with a yell for the unexpected add, fiery loins crashed on the flawless buns, bringing them to a slight jiggle.
The pair exchanged manly screams, in this heightening... And when the demon's head lowered, he gazed harder than ever down the form of his willing manwhore, desiring to relish every inch of the masculine slave. Through carnal mien, he soon realized what was neglected... Qagg's thick pole, stimulated by his deeds, and the cool dampness of dew-covered grass tickling its foreskin.
Straightaway, something changed... It would be impossible for Qagg to miss the fact of his captor's halting, and sliding out, while the spear's loop expanded to fall away from his neck . While his eyes shot open, aware of a shadow from the imp's kneeling form, he turned his head far as it would comfortably go. "Something wrong, my lord?" Even the breath between words, was thick with disappointment. "What brings end to your luscious mastery?"
He felt a hand grip his wrist, and pull him around to lie on his back. With this, he couldn't purely complain... The view of a studly hellion's muscles, and a stiff, pre-dribbling pole hanging under its own massive weight, dashed most of his melancholy; and the beast's deeper tone drove the rest. "The issue of THAT." A long index-claw's pointing, brought Qagg to stare down at his feline 'lance', still pulsing with excitement. "Don't get me wrong, I've no warm heart to care for your pleasure... I just keep a certain plaything, for certain occasions. Like now."
Through the big cat's gaze, a dark red hand reached above his head, fingers latching onto one horn. It was sheer luck, he'd noticed the tiny flaw on its top in the prior moment; so it wasn't the shock it could have been, when two claws latched around the same groove, and pulled something from within.
The beast's returning grin, was a clue to Qagg of this object's greater bearing, while he studied its shape; a long cylinder of horn-protein, rounded on both ends, with one highly-tapered. The warrior's interest, seemed to amplify the mirth of his company. "Something taken, from older travels... Earth would call this a 'stylus', but only in shape. We won't concern ourselves with its purpose; rather, what else it can do." The feline uke watched as he inched slowly forward, legs spread on either side of his furry haunches, and the golden light illumed his liger manhood.
Clutching the object in a hand that lowered to its spotlit target, 'Nameless' took Qagg's chin in his other set of fingers. "You know from my time inside you, pain and pleasure aren't all that different. Well, I'm about to prove they can be one and the same."
The fur-cloaked husband and father, trained curious eyes on the beast, unable to divine what was coming... Right up until the moment when the cylinder sunk to his slithole, and its tapered end pushed past the opening.
Never had a sensation been so instant, or unique... First instinct was for Qagg to recoil, stand and flee, but a shred of fear was enough to drive home what may happen if he did. So, putting trust in the well-endowed fiend, he relaxed on his lumbars, and tried to enjoy the feeling.
The man-imp was savvy of his reluctance, and took his time, bringing the hand from Qagg's chin back to his own monstrous cock, slowly stroking its lubricated heft. Soon, the cylinder was pushed to a half-inch from the end, and Qagg yelped with the growing intensity. Contrary to his hopes, it didn't grow on him in the least... And glaring at his captor, he realized he was alone in caring. "Deceitful savage, there's nothing pleasurable in this. So my servitude isn't enough, you want my suffering as well?"
The beast wore a look of pure guile. "Quick to judge, aren't we... Let's just see if you keep that opinion." Halting his slow tug of the giant weapon, the same hand cupped under Qagg's leg to lift him, while crimson hips rocketed forwards... In little more than the blink of an eye, Qagg began his second encounter with the overblessed length. But this time, he practically screamed in ecstacy... His liger meat engorged from the monster's assault, same as before, but its throbbing inflation was doubled by the firm plug in his stiffened tool... For every swell of his skin-hooded glans, a fierce growl that measured the incredible feeling.
This time, the beast and his rhythm were truly unforgiving, hell-bent on seeing just how far the toy could accentuate. Finally having 'reconditioned' the manhole, he slid through the warrior's passage like butter, passing prideful glances between his huge meat's pumping, and the rock-hard cat pole swelling around its plug. His demonic voice cast joyful shouts, from audio alone... The sound of his dick against Qagg's inner walls, and how the hunter's pleasurable yells were pure passionate abandon, four legs tensing with every wicked thrust.
To Qagg, it was almost more than he could bear; everything he missed from his bygone guide, much larger, and 'augmented' in a way he'd never imagined... And with his vow of betrothal to a lifemate, there was something about adultery, no less with a powerful male, roles reversed... Scintillating fuel, on a fire of scrumptious taboos. It was beyond him, to contain his conquered moans; pre caused him aching euphoria, held back by its tapered dam. Fractions of clear substance squeezed their way around it, beading on his throbbing tip, while furry biceps, damp with aromatic sweat, clenched and heaved in the rising pleasure. He could ask why the devil took no advantage of his well-exposed cock, if he so preferred males as asserted; but the answer came naturally. He was the lesser man; he had no right to expect equal treatment, a fact both would seem to appreciate.
Their cloud-curtain gave no sense of time, but the few instants Qagg could open his eyes, he caught a shred of impatience on the devilish visage... And explanation followed. "Dawn isn't - ohhh fuck - too far from now... I'm not a... Bout to miss this chance."
Wavering groans from the big cat promptly deepened, with the demon's huge balls knocking on his flawless crack. He doubted the manly beast could fuck him any harder, but rhythm swiftly heightened, enough to recall the pain from his earlier conditioning. By now, the pressure in his cock was so incredible, tiny jets of pre squirted from the sides of their blockade, splattering the liger's face, sternum and sweat-matted sack. Night air was at its coolest; his breath begat tufted fog, more and more visible as panting escalated. Brow wincing, teeth gritted from the fiend's anal conquest, he lay focused on the deep, roaring groans... A punch-up in speed was ushering both to that unstoppable end.
The big cat's body tensed, with an approaching peak... And this was taken further, upon a groan so low and loud, the very dirt beneath them seemed to vibrate. Burning on his lower cheeks, told of how the fire-bush was slamming against them... 'Nameless' would clearly be the first to go. His hips rocked with the pleasurable pain, and their motions only grew, as something besides the demon's length filled him. He savoured the screaming bass of his dominator's climax, emphasized by just how immense the bulk of each load, shooting deep through his barely-loosened corridor. A rope for every two seconds, poured through his sumptuous crack and down the muscled form of his inner calves, until the fifth - and its portion of the inner force - pushed his throbbing meat over the line.
The hunter's peak arrived, and in its rise came a greater pleasure than he'd ever known... He could feel every shot's attempt to surge through his uncut pole, while they backed up to an unyielding snag. Pressure sprung from a second cause; loads of demonic seed advancing far within, drained from the hard-bodied beast, while his own manly sum gathered in the base of its weapon. Every part of him was driven to wince, and weather the intensity; but there was one thing he couldn't stand to miss... He mounted every ounce of strength, to open his eyes, and take in just how gorgeous the sight of a purely-masculine devil, caught up by his own virility, shooting massive loads through his equally-massive meat. He clung to the handsome view, gasping for precious breath between the sensual moans... When by the fifteenth load, the demon's form relaxed, pulling carefully out as the flame of his bush receded; and in lightning-fast motion, he sprung forward, just far enough to grip the 'stylus'. A flash of his deviant smirk, and it was brutally yanked from its rigid prison.
Qagg could only scream in euphoria, abs rolling, toes curling... A heavy rocket of white blasted over them, every drop of his manly haul firing together, and the crimson beast quite taken by the show, distractedly sliding their toy to its camouflaged holder. Rock-hard feline meat had aimed slightly forward, so its payload splashed the demon's upper chest, tracing a quick path down his stomach to end just above his tool... Which 'Nameless' countered with a suave grunt, rubbing its volume to all sides of his plentiful beef, chuckling at the imminent purpose. Through this, the warrior's body kept in its stiff writhing, hopelessly overcome... And with rare benevolence, 'Nameless' allowed him this, and waited for the carnal seize to lessen, before wrapping fingers over the rear of his neck. Qagg's eyes instinctually shot open, and caught the ruddish torso speeding towards him, coated by his own creamy weight... And also knew by instinct what his conqueror expected. The pair of lids closed - this time, voluntarily - and the big cat's maw hinged wide to rake his tongue across supple crimson skin, gulping down the breadth of his own load.
" Hell yes, warrior," chuckled the demon, a tight grasp on his cock as it shed the final drops. "Quick to learn... You'd be right at home, in our domain. If only..." His golden-hue gaze fixed on the eager cat, fond of how the tongue's roughness felt on his pecs. "And a worthy talent... Few others can take my span so well, or so willingly. Count yourself in the lucky few."
Qagg gripped both palms on the solid, ruddy shoulders, lapping every drop from the demon's skin. "I hold no claim to 'lucky', *slurp*, in your presence..." He gazed downwards, longingly, to the beast's low-hanging prize, exuding regret. "Rather, cause to feel shame. No sort of... Mm mm... competition, and no mistaking it."
'Nameless' tried valiantly to stifle his amusement. "Still far too eager to judge. You should know, you carry more than most, of your particular skin." He reached down, and snatched a handful of the liger's taut cheeks, devoid of affection. "Besides... You shouldn't fool yourself, thinking you'd want to measure up. It's not exactly an even exchange... Our trophies, for... Our home." Qagg, still dragging maw across the flawless abs, could hardly miss the single, shallow shudder.
"And pray quell my curiosity... Mmnnn... Clearly not the first of my kind before you, but, what of the others? What reason for the lack of my brethren's tales, never once hearing aught of your past?"
Hellion's lips pursed, whistling his breath from the roughness of a hooked tongue. "Well now, that didn't occur to you? Let's examine your peers; strong, boisterous males, mated to women, whose prowess, dominance and image are their greatest assets. And not in that particular order."
"Your point is... *slurp*... Admirable." Concluding his task - the imp's torso glazed with Liger spit - he gazed up at the devilish features, running paws over polished crimson muscle, enraptured by the dual golden glow. "So where to proceed, my lord? What line of purely-male decadence do we venture?"
The beastly smirk hinted of sarcasm. "Maybe you were too intent on being my 'subject' to listen... Dawn approaches. And heaven help the demon who loiters up here, long enough for the sun to greet them." On a whim, he stepped slightly back, while the Liger looked on in glum confusion. Taking his red meat in one fist, he held it up next to the feline sausage... Five inches longer, two thicker, and ebony wings unfurled to supplement his cocky grin. Qagg, unaware of his gawking at the monstrous prize, did catch how his pole firmly pulsed, throbbing under its foreskin, upon the mere sight of his inferiority.
'Nameless', of course, made no attempt to hide this chuckle. "So you do have cause to be ashamed... And I'm not the more jealous between us. Perhaps I'll swing by your hut, and let your mate in on this little secret, since you so obviously like that." He locked eyes with the warrior, catching just the gruff change he expected, but surprised his feline company by turning around, crouching in the manner of an imminent leap. "Then again..." He emphasized, knees straightening as he took to the sky, "Perhaps something could be done about it."
Qagg, ignoring logic, reached out for a beast who was already meters beyond grasp, gliding vertically through the cloud-curtain's apex. Furry arms lowered with powerless remission, eyes forlorn and following the demon's departure, until the last nail of his last toe of his last foot were out of sight. Their luminant cyclone tore itself from the ground, slowly elevating, above his head and into a single point over the dim, breaking sunrise. And he stood there, extended, immovable, until the first morning rays offended his eyes, and squinting broke his reverie.
His chest heaving with deep, appropo sighs, he leaned down, picking up his loincloth and tying it above the softened manhood. Glancing upon his spear, twisted and ruined by superior strength, he took this as well, tossing it away in contempt. Shaking his head, he craned his neck to focus on the village. No discernible signs of activity... Everyone would still be asleep, ignorant of his encounter. Including those in his own yurt, his children, his maidservant... His wife. Whom he now understood to have 'settled' for him.
Gazing down, lids heavy with the possible truth, he moved loincloth aside for a final confirmation...
... And realized what the devil meant, by "Something could be done". Eyes widened, his maw acquired the widest of smiles, and his lungs took an excited breath, feeling the heaviness now resident by his legs. Toying with it, would have to wait... For now, he left the hilltop behind, fast as his legs would carry him.
At least one liger's lifemate was in for quite a surprise.
-Fin-