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“That damn blackguard!" Theseus shouts for the umpteenth time as they're reformed in their shared abode. “How is it possible for such a vile, heinous, villainous fiend such as himself to best us? The champions of Elysium! Greatest heroes of our time!"

The minotaur snorts, shaking out his body. Wordlessly, Asterius begins stripping himself down, removing the simple pads and garments, leaving only the golden bands across his arms. He does the same for Theseus as he continues his rant, so practiced for the both of them that he doesn't even need to ask Theseus to shift around, lift his arm, or any other movement necessary to remove each and every article of clothing.

“-I mean, certainly I can understand besting the Lernean Hydra. Even the Furries for Hades sake. But us?" He says, absolutely incredulous. He turns to the minotaur, hands proudly on his hips, manhood dangling low between his legs. “I mean look at us!"

“You truly are a hero king, rivaling even Heracles, sculpted to perfection in the likeness of the Gods." He says.

Theseus grins at that, a touch of color adorning his cheeks. “I said we, Asterius. And if we're talking about rivaling Heracles himself, well then . . ." He takes a step towards the bull, planting his arms onto his massive pectorals. “You blow him right out of the water!"

Asterius lets out a snort- one that spoke of satisfaction, though only Theseus could tell the differences. He massages the pectorals before moving onto his arms, massaging his biceps, fingers not even reaching the triceps as he gropes them. “The son of Zeus himself could only ever hope for muscles as beautiful as yours. Sculpted lovingly by Hephaestus with Aphrodite's loving touch. Even the titans in tartarus would tremble at your might!"

“My king, you are far too generous."

“One could easily say the same for you." Theseus says with a smirk. His hands trail lower and lower, fingers running over his abdomen before he grips his half hard cock with both hands. They can barely grip around his length. “Even Priapus would not be able to give such a blessing. Truly my beast of a man."

Asterius lets out yet another grunt. The comment would be insensitive from anyone else. But Theseus was so straightforward, so simple, so earnest with the bull. And certainly the way he strokes lovingly at his shaft doesn't help, his grip slightly damp with sweat from their recent bout

“The only flaw one may find on you is your endless humility." Theseus says with a sigh. “And maybe your lack of anger. I don't think I've seen you upset once about that bastard pulling a cheap win out of his ass."

“My frustrations only lie with my own weakness. I-I need only be better to assuage them." Asterius says, struggling to keep his composure as he hardens in Theseus's grip. He strokes his fingers across the head, pulling the foreskin down and revealing a fat cock head. It's very human, the only two things differentiating it really being the massive size of it, and . . .

The minotaur cranes his head back, letting loose a rather cow-like moo as his champion teases his medial ring. Only a moment later he brings one hand back up to the head, catching a spurt of pre in his palm as he spreads it around the crown. His other falls lower to cup his pendulous balls, only fitting for a bull of titanic proportions such as Asterius.

“You're honorable to a fault. A truly exemplary warrior. One that even I can learn much from." Theseus says, eyes glued to the bull's shaft. He bites his lips as more pre spurts from the tip, as it coats his fingers in thick strands, only aiding in his teasing of his fellow warrior.

“D-Don't say such things. You . . . you are my . . ." His words turn into moans as Theseus kneels before him, his tongue running against his cock head, sampling his precum directly. The king of Athens groans at the taste, salty and musky, tinged with the flavor of cum as it coats his tongue.

“It really won't do you any good to hold in those frustrations." Theseus chides, as he slicks up Asterius's massive spire with his own fluids. “Why don't we work them out of you?"

Asterius, words caught in his throat, unable now to deny his own desires, nods furiously. At the slightest movement, Theseus licks at the bulbous head again, unabashedly moaning as the bull shoots more precum directly onto his tongue. He opens his mouth wide, only barely able to take the head in. Asterius flexes and grunts above him, clearly in a struggle to control his own urges. To thrust. To fuck his comrade's skull. Breed his lover's throat.

Theseus makes it all but impossible to resist as he lowers himself down further. With practiced ease he slips the bull's shaft deeper into his mouth, slipping into his throat. His lips kiss the medial ring, popping it in and out of his mouth a few times, reveling in the cries of pleasure Asterius lets loose.

The minotaur puts a hand on Theseus's head, though he makes no effort to control his motions. Theseus only looks up at him, leisurely fucking himself onto the bull's spire. His eyes speak thousands of words. Though none more important than his love and lust for the bull. His want for him to take what he deserves.

Asterius grits his teeth before he bellows out. In one hand he grips Theseus's head, fucking his throat as if it were a toy. Theseus gags loudly as the fat cock pops out of his throat before slamming him right down to his thick public fur, but he does nothing to stop his bull. He only swallows around the shaft, and massages his balls lovingly as Asterius begins to thrust in earnest.

Asterius's knees nearly buckle from the sheer pleasure as he uses Theseus to stroke every inch of his spire, soaking him from tip to balls in precum and spit. But he stands strong, cock pulsing deep in Theseus's throat as he fucks the warrior for all that he's worth.

Theseus can only brace himself against Asterius's assault, manhood pulsing in arousal as he gets drunk on the bull's rough fervor. His own impressive shaft glistens with his own ambrosia, pulsing in the air as he focuses all of his efforts on his beloved companion. His eyes are glazed over in lust, and his vision blurs as he can barely manage to breathe. But more than air, he needs Asterius inside of him. His hole aches at the thought of him hollowing him out once again. All the same, he furiously sucks and slurps the bull's meat with all the power he can muster, the minotaur's cries of ecstasy his own personal symphony.

“GRRAAAAAHHH!" He roars out. He grips Theseus with both hands now, slamming him down into his crotch again. His balls draw up, draped against the shade's chin as his shaft hardens to steel.

Theseus moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he nearly spills his own seed as Asterius pumps his virile load into him. Each throb of his shaft signals more and more of the bull's copious ambrosia as it floods directly into his gut.

Asterius forces his grip to release, allowing Theseus to rise up off his shaft for air. Instead, the king only pulls back to the tip, both hands furiously milking his shaft as cum spills from his lips, far too much for him to handle. Yet all the same, Theseus basks in the viscous, bitter jizz that floods his mouth, spills across his lips, coats the bull's shaft, runs down his chest and dribbles onto his own abandoned dick.

“Th-Theseus." Asterius dreamily moans out, eyes locked onto the man below him.

His orgasm finally tapers off, Theseus allowing the head to pop out, spurting out the last few shots of cum across his face. They're left panting, staring at one another, still achingly hard.

Asterius is the first to move. He bends down to pick his brother in arms up effortlessly, throwing him on their shared bed just a few paces away. Theseus barely even grunts as he lands, only laughing ecstatically at his lover taking the initiative.

His passion is only stoked as the minotaur closes the distance between the two. There, lying across the bed, the bull atop his king, Asterius kisses him. His long tongue invades the champion's mouth with ease, earning a moan of approval from Theseus as he samples his own seed, going so far as to nearly push into the man's throat before pulling back.

Theseus nearly complains before he feels that same tongue swipe down his neck, followed by a playful bite and a gentle kiss. From there, the humble bull begins to clean the cum off of Theseus.

“Asterius~" Theseus breathily moans out. He's impatient, his own lust rising to a boiling point as the bull slowly works over every inch of skin. Yet he doesn't rush him, luxuriating in the worship the minotaur offers. In this odd interstice between fiery passion and achingly comfortable love, Theseus finds his whole body light as a feather.

The calloused hands that roam across his body speak in equal measure of hunger and appreciation. The kisses that pepper his skin are met in kind with hard bites that leave near bruising marks on his pristine skin. The miasma of sweat, musk, and cum choke the two of them, stoking their fervor higher and higher.

“Asterius, please . . ." Theseus begs, eyes locked onto the bull's. His skin glistens with spit and sweat, and errant strands of cum still mark him. “Take me. Don't hold back. Give me everything."

He snorts at that, his chin barely touching Theseus's dick. As if in declaration of his defiance, without breaking eye contact, he lowers himself just a bit more and licks the champion's cock from base to tip.

His lover groans in frustration, but does nothing to stop Asterius as he inches lower and lower. He only spreads his legs as the minotaur kisses his sack, taking them into his mouth for a moment before allowing each one to pop out. He arches his back as his nose pressed against his taint, the cold metal of his septum ring a stark contrast to his lips. He grips his own legs, holding his knees to his chest in eager anticipation for what's to come next.

It's here, with the sight of his lover's cheeks barely spread before him that Asterius falters. He pushes his muzzle deep in the king's crack as his hands massage each muscular cheek, spreading them apart as his tongue runs through his crack. The taste of his sweat, the scent of musk and sex, the sonorous cry of relief, in a single moment Asterius finds his adamant will shattered, bestial lust taking over.

Theseus gasps as Asterius kisses his hole before his tongue suddenly spears his love tunnel. His head falls against the bed, mouth hanging open as he groans out in ecstasy as that bull tongue spreads him as much as any other man could.

That thick, wet appendage writhes within him, it curls and licks deep inside of him, teases his tunnel with practice ease. Even as Theseus clenches down on it, Asterius only rams his tongue in further, pressing against his prostate now, the talented appendage massaging the love nut expertly.

“AAaaasaAAAAGGHgghhHH!" Theseus cries out, legs shaking as he struggles against the bull's onslaught. His cock bobs and sways, spurting out more and more precum until he's made a small puddle on himself. He dares not touch it, knowing even the slightest touch will make him finish there and then.

Asterius, ever attentive, see's the champion's plight. His eyes are locked onto his lover's face, fixed in a grimace as he tries desperately to hold back. His thumbs slowly inch towards Theseus's stretched pucker, wet with spit as he suddenly presses each fat finger in.

His eyes shoot open as the minotaur stretches him suddenly. His mouth hangs open in a breathy cry as he arcs his back towards the bull. With a heavy snort, Asterius practically pries the stretchy hole open before ramming even more of his thick bull tongue.

“AAAhhHH! AAAaaAHHgGGHH! ASTERIUUUUS!" He cries out, stomach clenched and body tense as a bow string as Asterius's tongue rhythmically pushes on, slides over, and writhes against his love nut. Without having touched it once, his cock jumps suddenly, spurting cum from his fat cock head like a geyser over his bronze skin.

Asterius doesn't falter. Each clench, each throb, each heavy spurt of cum, he massages that bundle of nerves deep inside his favorite cock sleeve. More and more he milks out Theseus's orgasm, making a drooling, sobbing mess of the King of Athens. Even as his orgasm begins to taper, even as his manhood flags, the minotaur continues his assault.

“B-Brother, please, m-mercy!" Theseus finally calls out, his hands descending from his muscular thighs, gripping the bull's horns. The bull lets out a loud snort before he rams his tongue as deep as he can go. Theseus grunts, eyes rolling back into his skull as he feels the bull practically punch his gut with how deep he reaches. But Asterius heeds his lover's plea, pulling out his tongue now.

Inch after wet inch, leaving the ruined hole with a wet schlurp, as it still gapes, practically begging for something even bigger to be inserted.

Asterius, eyes alight with fervent lust, rises from the foot of the bed. Once again he lays himself over Theseus, having them face to face as he presses his immense manhood across Theseus's stomach, idly thrusting through the copious load. His cock is already slick and shiny with pre, though Theseus couldn't take his eyes off the site of the bull's bitch breaker being covered in his own load. That his own cum would be used to fuck him till he broke.

The bull's soft lips pull Theseus's attention back towards his lover. Their kiss is soft, Asterius so gentle and patient as he awaits for Theseus to slowly open up. The shade can't even bring himself to goad the bull on, his own tongue flicking out to invite the minotaur's. He responds in kind, the tongue just a moment before plundering his depths now invading his mouth. Theseus groans as the tongue fills him, reaching near the back of his throat. It's overwhelming, but Asterius knows just how far to push him.

Though it's not enough to distract Theseus from the large hands grabbing his thighs. He trembles in excitement as he's bent in two and spread for the bull's pleasure. He reaches down as Asterius slowly maneuvers his shaft towards his rear. His hands, barely able to wrap around his girth, aid him towards his entrance, the bulbous head kissing his still yawning entrance.

“MmmMMMfffFF!" Theseus groans, muffled by their kiss. Asterius, far too worked up now, slides into the well-used hole. After so many nights together, with the king's hole molded around the minotaur's cock, Asterius could slide in as easily as slipping a sword into a scabbard. The burning stretch only heightens the mind-numbing pleasure of the bull's cock spreading him wider than any man's fist, let alone their cocks. Every throb, every ridge, every vein rubs against all of Theseus's sweet spots, every sensitive nerve. For a spire so large, it was impossible not to.

Asterius thrusts inward, making Theseus cry out, hands clawing against his thick hide. He thrusts again, sinking his cock in halfway now. Theseus's legs tremble in his grip. Unable to help himself, he pulls the king's legs together into one hand, groaning as Theseus clenches down even harder, his love tunnel milking his shaft for all it's worth. His free hand gently rubs his muscular abdomen before he thrusts in again.

The bump he feels is undeniable. He can barely tease the head of his own cock just beneath the king's pelvis. He slowly slides himself back and forth, enjoying how Theseus grips down on his manhood like a vice as his cock rubs against his love nut. He gyrates his hips, gives his lover a few hard bucks, simply enjoying making the champion of Elysium cry out.

Eventually, Asterius finally hilts every last inch of his cock into Theseus, his stomach bulging considerably now. The two break apart, Theseus panting, his face covered in spit and flushed red. Asterius growls at the site of him.

He raises himself up, spreading Theseus's legs again to reveal his own manhood. It's hard as bronze, and ready to cum again no doubt. He moves his grip from the man's legs to around his waist to hold him in place.

“I am angry." Asterius finally admits, slowly pulling out bit by bit with each word. “Each loss against the short one. Every humiliating strike. And the inane things that come out of his mouth. I'm incensed by each loss at his hands."

He rams back in, making Theseus groan out, eyes wide in amazement as his belly bulges out again. “Every victory against him is so fleeting. Each Defeat echoes out in those hallowed halls. I hate that I've failed you." He thrusts in again, not giving Theseus the opportunity to speak, be it comforting words or enthusiastic condemnations of the Godling. “If I could, I'd fuck him right in that ring. Debase him in front of the crowd. Just like this."

Theseus groans out, legs clamping around Asterius's waist as the bull fucks him expertly. Their hips slap together with a thunderous clap, the bull's massive bitch breaker pummeling Theseus's prostate effortlessly. Each stroke inward forces out a spurt of precum, making the Champion of Elysium look as if he were cumming continuously.

The bull of minos leans down, eclipsing Theseus entirely. “But I would never. This is for you and you alone, my king." Asterius grunts out, eyes smoldering with love and frustration and lust and devotion.

“Asterius~!" Theseus cries out, overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure and emotion. He squeezes down around the minotaur's cock, desperate to give the man the same pleasure he's receiving. Asterius grits his teeth, thrusting even harder.

“All for you!" He grunts out again, raising Theseus's hips up and planting his feet onto the bed for that extra bit of leverage.

Theseus screams out in ecstasy, entire body tensed up as the bull's cock grinds against his love nut constantly, Asterius using every inch to his advantage. White hot pleasure surges from him, radiating through his body, his mind clouded with hedonistic pleasure, making the man feel as light as a feather.

“AAahhAASSTT-" Theseus's vision blurs as he fails to call out his lover's name, his own body convulsing as his cock, flopping wildly, sprays out yet again. Asterius doesn't stop fucking him for a moment, even as he groans shamelessly as his manhood is milked by the king's hole. His mind sharpens to a point, a beast of burden focused solely on making his king cum from solely his cock.

In seconds, the two of them are a mess of cum and sweat, Theseus's climax prolonged by Asterius's masterful breeding, his hips like pistons, a breeding machine exceeding anything Hephaustus could ever create.

But the minotaur can only take so much. His balls slapping against the king's toned rear, the wet sounds his love tunnel makes as he pummels Theseus's insides, the shrill song of his lover's ecstasy as he cums again and again, and the way his hole only ever seems to draw him deeper, clench down harder, no matter how hard he tries to ruin the man.

He throws his head back and bellows shamelessly as he bucks into Theseus's hole, short, shaky, uneven thrusts as his cock hardens deep inside of the champion.

Theseus cries out in filthy satisfaction as Asterius throbs deep inside of him, each pulse shooting out a heavy flood of virile cum. The molten jizz soothes his aching love tunnel, though his stomach- already bulging around the minotaur's gargantuan bitch breaker- balloons out even more.

His face burns in embarrassment as he can't even tighten himself around Asterius properly, the pressure inside of him becoming too much as thick rivers of cum leak out around the bull's spire. Yet his own waning manhood throbs in arousal at the sensation, the mark of his lover's virility.

The pair are left gasping for breath, barely conscious and sane from their respective orgasms. Though, there were still pulses of pleasure- the bull still filling Theseus up, and Theseus, despite being completely soft at this point, still gushing out a few weak gouts of cum every now and then.

They're silent in their afterglow, only looking at each other lovingly. Their eyes roam one another with embers of lust, appreciating every line of muscle on the other, each streak of cum, every drop of sweat.

It's Theseus who moves first, his arms tiredly gripping the bull's horns. He pulls him down for a kiss, sloppy and lazy, their tongues writhing against one another languidly. Their lustful affection continues for minutes before they finally break apart. He clenches down, Asterius groaning at the sudden stimulation. Still hard.

Though Asterius looks away shyly, Theseus smirks. “We'll work out that tension yet."