In your warmth
Ardentius, a wandering bull, makes coin by teaching young Redmirr about the hunt. After escaping a dangerous situation, the bovine teaches more "intimate" techniques.
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The bovine took a step and huffed. Never in his life did the disgraced prince imagine he would have to traverse those tiresome roads alone and on foot. And yet, there he was; alone, cold, tired.
His new life taught him to count his blessings, however. "At least it isn't snowing," he thought.
The white hills of that frigid winter morning surrounded him. It was not snowing then, but it sure snowed the night before, when he did not have a place to sleep but the makeshift tent he carried on his back.
Provisions ran low, hooves were worn, body shivered. If he did not find a settlement to restock and rest, that would be the end of his journey right then. Luckily, fate had other plans for him.
Just a few more minutes from where he was, he found a village rising in the snowy landscape. Decently sized, the settlement definitely seemed to have all amenities he needed and opportunities to make gold.
Being over two meters tall, mighty muscular and well trained in combat, the bull found himself quite useful to the townspeople he met along his journey. As he traveled, he learned to put aside some of the ego he had built up as a prince and work on odd-jobs for gold and a roof over his head. He did not consider it a way to live, but it would carry him through his voyage.
His hooves crushed the snow underneath the village gate and he walked around, looking for a local inn or bar.
As usual, his appearance caught the attention of every villager who dared brave the cold morning. He did have an uncommon height, a threatening aura and, despite his current situation, a unique poise to him. They had groomed the bull to draw attention, to revel in it.
He walked for minutes to find it, but there it was: Redtail Inn. Inns were always gathering places for information. He was bound to find a job to do there. If not, well, he could pamper himself with a night by the fireplace or under warm sheets. Maybe even find good company to relieve himself.
The bull shook off his more lecherous thoughts before opening the door in front of him. A small lobby greeted him, a door to the left and another to the right of a short reception desk that sat in the back of the anteroom. Further to the left, a set of stairs led to the second store of the shop.
Manning said desk was a short, horned feline with long ears. A young man bearing brown fur, a red mane and hair, braided beard, iron bands around his horns, and of short height. The youth, a Saah, read a thick book. So engrossed in his literature, he did not notice the large bovine approaching him.
"Excuse me," said the bull.
The prince's deep voice finally forced the youth's eyes away from the book and to his client.
"Hello! How can I-"
With a yelp, the young man stopped when he met the stature of the man in front of him. He scanned the tall bovine until the bull shot a smug smile.
"See something you like?"
"Yes. I mean, no! I mean-" The man stopped, took a breath, and put the book down before bowing to his client. "Excuse me for a moment." The Saah quickly vanished into the left door, leaving the bovine to wait in the hall.
Living as a prince, where whatever luxuries he desired were at a simple command, had made him impatient and spoiled. Not even the time he spent traveling made him any better at waiting. He held it all in at the moment, though. "You're a prince no longer," he told himself.
Not even five minutes later came another Saah, just as short as the other man but more grizzly; thanks to their similar pelt, it did not take the large man to make the connection that the two were father and son.
"Yes," said the feline. "How can I help you?"
"My name is Ardentius. I seek only a place to lay my head and a meal to warm my gut."
"I see."
The elder scanned the visitor, like his son did; that time, the bull relented from any crude remarks, fearing it would insult his host.
"Well," continued the older man, "we do have rooms available upstairs. However, I fear only the largest of our rooms can handle a man of your... size. Bear in mind, it will cost you."
Ardentius held back another chance for an uncouth remark before he kept talking. "That is fine, my friend." He reached inside one pocket in his long shawl and brought forth a sack of coins. "How much for a night?"
After they exchanged details and coin, the elder presented himself and gave him a rundown of the town, even inviting him to join the rest of the guests at the bar after the left door. The bull refused. The trip there had tired him plenty.
The bovine retired to his room, holding back grunts of pain.
When he opened the door, he found not a simple abode but a premium experience, worthy of the price he paid. The large room constructed of wood was covered by many rugs. A small table, a bench and a sizable wardrobe, all made of wood. But more important to the bull's predicament was the bed; it could fit three people--or one Ardentius.
He began undressing. From removing his large shawl, to putting his many satchels on the table, to getting rid of his plain wool tunic, white dress shirt, and green checkered kilt, the bovine was finally down to his dark brown loincloth. Ardentius melted into the bed.
His weight sunk into the featherbed, consuming all the man's tiredness. He stretched out every limb with the release of a mighty grunt. The former prince had slept in better beds, but at that moment, that was the best bed he had ever laid on.
The bull was relaxed, but not too sleepy. And when a man is alone and relaxed--and pent up--there's only one thing that can happen.
Hands roamed through the semi-naked body, sliding from hairy chest to toned abs and then to eager crotch. He pulled down his underpants and revealed his sheath and heavy testicles.
How long had it been since he last came? The bovine could not stop himself from thinking how horny he was, which only worsened his situation.
He teased the manhood inside him until it came out. The thick, pink dick rose with power. He took no second of doubt and began stroking it.
Ah, what a sensation. The simple delight of self-pleasuring had gone from his royal routine to a rarity. During his trip, finding partners--male partners--became far more difficult and riskier. One slip and he could end up on the wrong end of a pitchfork.
As he continued to masturbate, something came over him. That tiredness of the previous few days finally caught up to him. Penis in hand, the bovine felt his eyelids weigh and his mind grow fuzzier.
Before he realized and as it snowed outside, the man fell into a deep slumber.
The man woke up in a daze. His pulled down underwear and a lack of dryness on his fur revealed all he needed to know. He adjusted his undergarments before dizzily standing up.
A look out the window and he saw it snowed lightly, but the sun had not moved. Either he had slept only an hour or a whole day. Not wanting to admit he was out cold for that long, he gathered his clothes off the floor and made his way downstairs to the bar.
The pub was the same as many he had seen in his travels. A counter to the left, tables to the right, a door behind the countertop--probably leading to the host's living quarters--and many smaller stools in front of it. Kegs and glass mugs also decorated the counter.
A sense of déjà vu took over as he saw the same young Saah operating the stand. Ardentius remembered their first interaction with a smirk; or the closest to a smirk his grogginess allowed.
The bovine approached the table but relented, taking a seat, fearing he would just wreck the stool with his weight--again.
"Hello, sir," beckoned the young man, less alarmed by his guest's height. "Would you like to take a seat?"
"No, I'm fine. Listen, uh, what day is it?"
The feline cocked his head at the question. "Why, it's Wednesday, sir."
That shock awoke Ardentius; he had indeed slept for a whole day. "Shit," he thought. He missed the chance to restock his supplies, make coin, or even just mingle with the townsfolk. "Well," he counted his blessings again, "at least I'm rested up."
"Sir?" The feline's confusion only grew at the long pause. "Are you alright?"
"Huh? Yes, I'm fine. Can I get that meal? I don't believe I had any yesterday."
"Certainly, sir! I recommend you pick a table, though."
He snorted. "I will."
Soon, the bovine picked and sat at a table in the middle of the area. Few patrons visited the place at that hour, so the youth was not too busy to delay bringing the bull his meal.
The bull dove into his meal with ferocity; it had only sunk in then how hungry he was. He devoured every bit of food put in his path until he licked the plate clean. Once done, the bovine sat back and released a mighty burp, to the chagrin of his fellow patrons.
After the daze of eating too fast dissipated, Ardentius began preparing his next move.
The prince weighed his options and decided to look for some work. He did not need the money just yet, but if the day-long rest proved anything, it was that the bovine needed a break from his travels, at least until the snow subsided somewhat. Once he was sure of his choice, he made a beeline for the pub's desk.
The quickest way to earn a bed for a couple of nights was to simply work for the inn's owner. He had done much work for pub hosts for a room before, mostly carrying supplies as his massive build naturally lent itself to physical labor.
When he got to the empty desk, he hollered for one of the felines to help him, waiting by a stool. He did not wait for long, as the older man approached from the door behind the bar.
"Good morning," said the Saah. "How may I help you this morning?"
"Actually, I hoped you could help me."
"Is that so? How can I be of help, pray tell?"
"You see, I make my living doing odd jobs and was hoping I could earn my place here for a few nights for labor."
"Is that so..." The feline scratched his grizzly beard while looking the guest up, down, and up again.
Ardentius noticed the elder was unsure. "I work with pride, sir. As I'm sure you can imagine, there's no weight I cannot carry."
"No, no, I need nothing moved right now..." His eyes darted to the back of the shop and back to the former prince. "Can you hunt?"
The life of a royal had many conveniences, making one able to avoid most strife. One challenge no noble avoided, however, was learning the art of combat. The bull had been taught all manner of swordplay, studied tactics of past wars, and, of course, learned how to make his aim deadly. If all that was not enough to convince the already prideful bovine of his capabilities, the memory of many hunting games would.
"I can, sir," the large man responded.
"Good, good." The feline pondered for a few more seconds. "Then you're in luck. I usually pay the town hunter to get the meat we use here, but the fool recently sprained his ankle and is out of commission."
"And you need a replacement?"
"Indeed. I'm willing to give you a room and one meal per day in exchange for you meeting a quota. This may go on until the hunter is available again. Agreed?" He offered a handshake.
The bovine could not stop the smile forming on his face as he grabbed the elder's palm and shook it. "Yes!" Noting his own overenthusiasm--and the painful reaction of the Saah--he reduced the force of his actions. "I mean, I graciously accept."
Once the bull let go, the horned feline shook the pain away from his hand. "Right."
"Then I shall prepare for the hunt, if you will excuse me."
"Ah, there's one condition, however."
His hooves crushed the snow-covered soil, every step released a crisp sound. He moved with such intent and consideration, telling Ardentius' size by the noise was impossible. Behind him--trying to mimic the bovine--paws followed with only a fraction of the finesse. The bull snorted.
It had taken much of the morning, but Ardentius got ready to hunt deer and rabbit in the nearby forests. The reason for the delay had to do with the barkeep's condition: the former prince would have to bring the young Saah along and teach him how to hunt.
The request did not surprise the bull, but annoyed him a little. Ardentius had never been a team player, let alone a teacher. Alas, he accepted the terms with reluctance.
"Hoy, Redmirr," said the bull, "pay attention to your step and stance. If there was a deer there, you would have scared it away."
"S-Sorry, sir."
Despite the mellow tone, the youth reacted as if he had been yelled at; and that gave rise to a sense of guilt inside the former prince. He had always been against the nobles who were too rough with their vassals, so making someone cower the way the Saah did bothered him plenty.
The bovine shrugged off the feelings. "Tsk, don't worry. Come on, let's keep going."
"Yes, sir."
They proceeded in that same way for a couple more minutes. Until the large man motioned the youth to stop and hide behind a thick bush. Ardentius gestured for his partner to be silent before pointing ahead; they had found their first mark of the day. About ten steps in front of them, a lonely doe casually paced about.
The bovine took his bow out, motioning for his partner to observe. He again filled his movements with precision and deliberation as he drew an arrow from the quiver and prepared it.
Words echoed inside the former prince. In his "past life," the best teachers of the kingdom taught him how to fire a bow. Though harsh, their lessons paid off; the large bull could shoot an arrow with accuracy and lethality.
He inhaled. Steadied his aim. And let the arrow lose. The weapon whistled with swiftness and power. Ardentius only let his breath out when the game was hit and on the ground.
The younger man examined the whole action in awe. The fact a large man like the bovine in front of him was capable of such finesse surprised him. Admiration for the former prince blossomed within him.
"Got all that?" Said the prideful man with a smirk.
"I-I think so, sir," replied the starry-eyed youth.
Ardentius took a quick look at his impromptu protégé to notice how cute he looked, with that stunned expression. A crude remark was halfway through his muzzle, but a strange noise stopped it.
He spun his head to catch his prey squirming on the ground. "Blast," he thought before scrambling to ready his weapon again. He knew all about power and dexterity, but his body just did not allow for good speed.
The bovine held the arrow between his fingers and was almost ready to fire again. However, a whistle beside him stopped the former prince. Before he could even draw his arrow, another bolt had stilled the writhing animal.
As he turned his head slowly, the answer as to who had fired the weapon etched disbelief and pride on his face. Panting, trembling and barely holding onto the weapon he just fired, Redmirr looked at the finally dead creature with shock.
Confusion, surprise and a tinge of sadness brewed a storm within the lad; thankfully, Ardentius could tell it, and had an answer ready.
The bull put his large hand on the young man's shoulder, which brought him back to reality, and gave him a thumbs up.
"Good one, Redmirr."
The Saah expression finally changed to a smile. All feelings fell into place. The confusion caused by his speed, the surprise of being able to hit the mark so skillfully, and the sadness of taking a life, all became happiness, for he knew he had done well.
"Thank you, sir!"
They spent the next few hours on the hunt for more animals. No more deer graced their presence, but plenty of rabbits became dead meat that afternoon. As they worked together, Ardentius realized his protégé's earlier success was no exception. Redmirr proved himself to be a fast learner and a quick thinker, picking up techniques from the former prince effortlessly all day.
The men were so enthralled by the sport they did not see the weather worsen. Skies had grown grayer, snow fell in harsher and harsher, and the winds blew with a sharp noise.
"We should get back," said the bovine carrying most of the day's hunt.
"Yes, it is enough for today, I think."
As they made their way back, Ardentius noticed how the town and its surrounding hills disappeared in that pure-white landscape. Besides the road, the former prince only had the youth's knowledge to trust.
Said trust gave the man some thoughts. He beamed with pride at his protégé's prowess and development, but also shook his tail with the fear he had nothing else to teach. That would leave him out of a job, yes, but for whatever reason, that was not on the forefront of his thoughts. Even if they only spent a day together, the bull had grown to appreciate the young man's company.
They learned about each other through small talk between hunts. The puny, scared young Saah the bovine had first met seemed more of an accidental deviation of behavior.
Plus, to put it bluntly, Redmirr was cute. He bore youthful innocence and budding maturity that catered to the bovine's interests. Enough for the usually casually lewd bull to constrain his advances and innuendos towards the youth as to not scare him away or overstep any boundary.
"Ardentius? Hey, Ardentius?"
Thinking about the young man, the bovine lost himself in thought, only to be reawakened by the Saah's words.
"What! What is it?"
He did not need to wait for a verbal answer; the surrounding nature yelled a reply. Rough winds took the sound from the world and deep snow clouded their vision. It was no use. Proceeding further--unprepared as they were--would be suicide.
"We need to find shelter," said the bull. "Now!"
Trembling and amid the sheer white mist, the feline responded. "There should be a cave around here... Follow me!"
Ardentius hesitated going away from the road for a second, but eventually decided shelter was far more important.
"Lead the way!"
The men dashed through snow and air for a handful of minutes before arriving at the cave. Neither took their time investigating before entering it. Once they were in, both shook off the snow that piled up on their clothes. The dark grotto was not too deep, but would definitely shield the man from the raging storm outside.
After a calm sight, the former prince realized how tired he had become. Barely able to keep his own body standing, he put the hunt's spoils down by a wall and sat on the icy floor. His young partner followed by sitting a palm next to him.
Safe--or at least under the illusion of safety--the bull analyzed his situation.
If there was something his former life had never prepared him for was cold. He had not spent a royal day suffering in frost and created a very low mental tolerance for it. Annoyance, worry, and aimless rage took over the bovine whenever a harsh cold struck.
He considered things to distract himself and his mind immediately went to the hunt. He could just check its state until the storm subsided, but he knew well that would not do. So he picked his second choice.
"So, uh, how are you holding up, Redmirr?"
The large man watched as the youth's vacant stare became a startled expression and then softened into a neutral stare. "Oh, I'm fine, thanks."
Silence took over. Truth was, even though he wanted to talk, the bull had nothing in mind to say. Would a vulgar remark lighten up the mood? Or perhaps a dark joke on their situation? Or maybe-
"Hm, Ardentius?"
The young man's words brought the bovine from deep thoughts. "Yes?"
"We will make it out of this, right?"
The former prince did not know what went on in the Saah's mind, but a dreadful expression gave him enough of an idea.
"Yes, of course! I've been through worse!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, there was this time that I-"
Ardentius showered the youth with stories of perilous times during his journey. Encounters with bandits, last-minute escapes and fights against nature itself. The large man exaggerated them, but if it raised the feline's mood, it was well worth it. By the end, the young Saah had a far more hopeful look, so Ardentius considered his mission a success.
"What about you?" Said the bull. "Any adventures?"
"Hah, no chance! I have not seen the world outside this village besides what my imagination can conjure."
The bovine was already expecting such a response, of course. Were the same question posed to a younger Ardentius, the answer would have been the same. If there was one advantage to the life of a wanderer, it was how much of the lands he finally got to see.
A sharp noise cut his train of thought. A whistle of air escaping the horned feline's nostrils and mouth; Redmirr had shot a mighty sneeze, followed by a sniffle.
"Sorry about that," said the youth.
"Not at all," the large man snickered. And an idea snapped into his mind; a naughty one. "You know, there's a good way to keep each other warm."
"Hmm? What's that?"
The large bull undid the front of his shawl and opened his arms, as if offering a hug. "We huddle for warmth."
The smaller man blushed so hard his red cheeks and ears could be seen from beneath his fur. "What! No, I cannot."
"And yet you must," said the large man behind a lewd grin. "You don't want to get sick, do you?"
"I guess not..."
"Then, come, Redmirr. It's just like giving a hug."
The youth gulped as his heart beat with excitement and shame. There was a moment of hesitation, but necessity--and a dash of desire--called louder. The Saah embraced the large man and laid his head on his clothed chest.
"Here we go," said Ardentius as he closed the shawl, covering them both. "Now we'll warm each other up."
The young man hummed a confirmation. "You're warm, Ardentius..."
"And so are you! Doesn't it feel good?"
He yawned before humming again. Then a question popped in his head, one the young barkeep was too drowsy to hold back. "Have you... ever been this close to someone?"
The bull snorted. "Yes, many times. Have you?"
"Nuh-uh..."
"Do you like it?"
"I-I think I do..." He held tighter as his heart beat even faster. "Is that bad?"
And there it was. Confirmation, even if meek, of the boy's preferences. Ardentius saw himself, younger, more confused, more afraid. Because of his circumstances, the former prince had to figure himself out on his own; but he would be damned if he would leave the youth alone.
He put one hand between the feline's horns and began stroking his mane. "Never think that, Redmirr."
It was time for the bovine to hold tighter; to hold his partner close and show him that form of affection was as good and pure as any other. Ardentius noticed the boy trembling at his words and responded with a quick peck on his forehead. Both hugged each other firmly and enjoyed each other in silence.
Quietness was sometimes undercut, but a yawn from the lad.
"You're tired," said the bull. "Go on, rest. I'll rouse you when the storm's gone."
"I-I..."
The former prince shut the youth with another quick smooch on his brow. "It's okay, I'll be right here."
The Saah protested no further and shifted from hug to snuggle and let his body power down into a sleep. Even if stranded in the middle of that storm, the feline was, for once, safe and comfortable.
Ardentius looked into the whiteness outside and waited in stalwart silence.
After the storm passed, the men got safely back to the village. That day's hunt satisfied Redmirr's father, but not as much as seeing his son safe and sound. Then, they settled it: for the following days, bovine and feline would go out hunting every day.
As they spent time together, they bonded in friendly and intimate ways. During daytime, the bovine would lead them into hunts and share the art of trailing game, but when night came, Redmirr snuck around the inn and into the large room where Ardentius would teach him tenderer techniques.
Though eagerly attracted to each other in a carnal way, respect--and a tinge of fear--made the men act with cadence.
It started with embraces and sweet words, then those became wet kisses and enjoying each other's bodies. Ardentius, while respectful and kind, did not hold back bolstering all the ways his well-developed body was attractive. Redmirr's timid nature only allowed him to show bits of his meeker--but still strapping--body at a time; Ardentius enjoyed the tease.
It took a week for the bovine to see the Saah's full body. A few days after that, Redmirr first felt another person pleasure him into a climax. Then, both gave and received kind touches from each other every day; sometimes even getting almost caught in the morning.
A month passed since Ardentius' arrival, when they decided to advance to the apex of intimacy between men. To the bovine's surprise, it was the young man's idea. After a conversation, they decided to do it the following day.
That morning and the following afternoon dragged on as, oddly, the men had not gone out to hunt. Ardentius told the young Saah his father gave the bull a day off, but the feline only half believed it.
Regardless, late night came, the bar closed, and the horned cat had the chance to go to the bull's room for the night. It was time.
Ardentius was tinkering with his things--in tight undergarments, of course--when Redmirr snuck in. The bovine did not even turn around. He had grown so familiar with the feline's movements he could tell who had entered the room.
"Good evening, mister," said the former prince mockingly.
"To you too, sir," replied the youth in kind.
They lingered in silence as the bull finished up ordering his things. Once he turned around, he met the horned feline only in his underwear.
The bovine spoke as he slowly stepped towards the man sitting in his bed. "Well, aren't we eager?"
"Ah! Is it bad?"
"Heh," he leaned into the man on the bed, forcing the Saah to back away. "I wanted some foreplay, but tonight, we take it at your speed and no one else's. Okay?"
"Okay..."
Their mouths connected into a sloppy kiss. No matter how many times they had done it before, the sheer size difference made Ardentius' tongue a monster exploring and overtaking the feline's mouth with ease; and they both loved it. The chaotic dance continued as Redmirr just let the bovine dominate him; simply put, there was a comfort in being in his care that satisfied the young man.
By the end, bovine saliva and taste overflowed on the Saah's mouth. As they parted, Ardentius holding onto his partner, Redmirr let a silly, satisfied expression form on his muzzle.
The bull growled. "That's a good look on you."
He did not linger in the sight he enjoyed. Instead, he gave the feline many smooches on the neck while his hands traveled the Saah's fur; Redmirr let out soft moans and purrs.
While he explored the horned feline's fur, the bovine pushed his partner into a lying position; the youth did not resist. To an extent, they developed a synchrony during sex. A wordless connection of trust and desire.
Ardentius then began adding licks and sniffs into the mix; he wanted to capture every bit of the man's body he could. His head kept going lower and lower until he was sniffing the Saah's loincloth.
It surprised Redmirr when Ardentius explained his inclination for smells. In their many sessions together, the youth had been nosed everywhere on his body; there was an arousal in having his body so thoroughly enjoyed by a bigger man like that. Now and then, the bull would offer a comment, which only made the youth hotter.
The Saah was so distracted by the older man, Ardentius' next action surprised him.
He dug his teeth into the cloth covering the young man's crotch and ripped it in a quick movement! The bovine gnawed and pulled the textile until it ripped right off his body, revealing the half-chub underneath.
"What!" Redmirr said.
"Sorry," replied the bull, "I must have this."
Ardentius then pressed his nose into the privates and took heavy sniffles.
One would not imagine by looking at him, but Ardentius would confirm to his dying breath: Redmirr's musk was more potent and manly than most men he had eloped with. There was a saltiness, a roughness to the young man's tang that was rare even among working men.
Ardentius wanted to get drunk on that stink, and he succeeded. A deep desire, an unfathomable lust, awakened inside him. It was time to drop any inhibitions and let burning libido take over.
"Fuck," said the bovine. "You smell like a bitch in heat."
If that was the first time that happened, Redmirr would've been scared. But as they grew to learn about each other, they came to an understanding. The Saah would let his partner's lechery come out as dirty talk, while the bull assured him it was all a game, just a way to get him going. The youth could just stop the bull with a command if things went too far.
But he didn't want to, of course. Not because of shyness or fear, but because the words and the way they were spoken aroused the young man too. Arousing enough to turn his stubby, feline dick into full mast.
Ardentius snickered. "That's enough to get you going, huh? I haven't even started and you're already bending to my touch."
The bovine gave the barbed cock a single, long lick and watched as Redmirr moan melted into a groan.
"Heh," said the bull, "cute."
He gave the phallus another teasing lick before toying with the head with his tongue and playing with the balls with his hand. Words and actions proved too much for the young man; he began leaking pre-cum.
"Hah! You're an easy bitch." The older man pulled away, leaving a needy youth behind. "Now turn around, boy. Time to begin for real."
Redmirr's heart beat out of his chest and his mind numbed into forsaking all but absolute submission to his partner. He obeyed and revealed his behind to the bull.
The sight of the Saah's butt made Ardentius' mouth water as he played with his own half-erection. He tossed aside his underwear and dug into the bed, where he opened the feline's cheeks, and finally revealed the youth's asshole for the first time.
Ardentius took another deep whiff of the crack. "Fuck, you smell excellent everywhere."
"T-Thank you..."
The bull took the chance to be a little more dominative. "Thank you, what?"
"Thank you... sir!"
"That's more like it, bitch!" He grabbed onto those cheeks hard, before giving the entrance a single lick. The sensation, manly but not foul, was all he had imagined. "Yup, that's the taste of a needy hole."
He did not even let his partner react to the words before putting his tongue deep within that ass. Ardentius slurped and wetted every bit of Redmirr's ass he could find while the Saah just moaned and squirmed, grabbing onto the pillow.
The youth had a flavor as intoxicating as his scent; the bovine man craved to go deeper and deeper, to take him further and further.
Then the naughty idea to jerk the Saah off flashed in his mind. He was not the littlest bit gentle either--his mind was too gone for that--he tugged the penis over and over as his younger partner moaned and gasped.
"Ah!" Said Redmirr. "I'm gonna-"
There was no second between the horned feline's words and his orgasm. His penis shot hot seed into the bedding, and Ardentius didn't even give him a break. The bovine kept eating him out as he came.
He finally took his mouth away from the hole. "Damn, bitch! Came already?"
Redmirr gasped for air. "Y-Yeah..."
"Too bad, cause we ain't done." He put his index in his mouth and wetted it as much as he could before putting it into the slick ass; the younger man moaned. "I can tell your cunt still needs to be fucked." He penetrated the ass slowly, pulling and pushing his digit. "And you want it, don't you?"
The horned feline gasped too hard to form a coherent reply.
Ardentius pushed in deeper. "Don't you!"
"I do!"
The bull wriggled the finger inside. "You do what!"
"I-I want to be fucked, sir!"
"That's a good bitch!" He pulled the digit out.
The large man was ready and leaking. He stood by the bed and lined up his penis with the hole.
Ardentius was a monster compared to the meek entrance in front of him. But neither cared. Both were exactly where they wanted, doing exactly what they wanted.
The large bull rubbed his pink erection between the cheeks, teasing the virgin anus. "Ready?" He growled.
The Saah only grunted a confirmation as his body braced for impact.
With that, Ardentius pushed his shaft in. The slickness of the saliva from earlier made the job easier. He did it slowly; as lustful as he was, conscience reminded him it was the youth's first time. Redmirr replied with a long moan that lasted until the bovine cock entered completely.
In their passion, they forgot they were supposed to act in secret.
The large man rearranged the youth's insides with his length and girth. It burned, it hurt, but Ardentius did not need to be told that. A small, wordless reprieve took place until the pain gave way to pleasure.
Redmirr communicated the moment with a nod and the bull got back into it. He pulled out his penis and thrust it again; the young man groaned again, that time, out of pleasure.
The delicate insides told the bovine he was on the right track. He began thrusting over and over. Pulling from and pushing into the wet entrance as he stilled the young man by the hips. Soon, the man got into a mild rhythm.
Ardentius sighed. "Nothing like good virgin ass."
Indeed. Being his first penetration, the Redmirr was tighter than most the former prince had seen in his travels. The feline's interior was squishy and sucked the big phallus with every move.
Then he picked up the pace. Thrusting that ass again and again, making the youth squirm and moan, bringing him closer to the edge.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Ardentius with each sloppy thrust. "Do you like this dick, boy? Do you like it fucking you over and over?"
"Ah! Yes, sir! I love it!"
"Heh, you're a natural bitch, Red. Your body was made for fucking." He sped up his pelvic movements even more. "I'm gonna pump so much seed into you!"
Then the sound in the room returned to the fornication's sloppy noises. But only for a second, as Ardentius got a naughty idea.
He let go of the youth and took his dick out of him. "Turn around, now!"
Redmirr was confused, but too horny to let it show. The horned feline obeyed and showed the man his reinvigorated erection. Ardentius was right; the Saah was made to be fucked, being quite close to a second climax.
The bovine did not even appreciate the sights and went straight for the hole. He hoisted Redmirr's legs and effortlessly found the hole again with his cock. The bull also dropped his body so he would tower over the lying feline as they fucked.
Thrusts returned, faster and hungrier than ever. The urge to mate awakened within Ardentius and the sheer pleasure of being deflowered took over Redmirr.
The bovine's muzzle floated above the Saah's, huffing. "I wanted to see your face, bitch. I need to see the moment I put my calves inside you."
"Y-Yeah?"
He grunted in confirmation. "I'll fill your cunt good, and you'll bear me a litter!" The words from his own mouth and the increasing speed drove him to the edge. "And you want it, don't you, bitch?"
The feline released short screams with every thrust. "I do, sir! I want your seed!"
That was all Ardentius wanted to hear. He forcefully grabbed his partner into a messy kiss as he locked this crotch between those cheeks. Redmirr answered by welcoming the tongue and hugging the man tightly.
The bovine came immediately after that. True to his word, the man's ejaculation was plentiful and powerful. White seed blasted and flooded all it could reach. They kept kissing until Ardentius was done filling up the young man.
Mouths parted in heavy, humid huffs. A portion of cum flowed out of the young feline's ass once it was freed. The force, the sound, the scent. It was all too much for Redmirr. He achieved a second, slightly meeker orgasm and coated the space between the men's bellies in white.
Ardentius snickered. "Hands-free?"
The young man's mind was still in too much of a daze for him to respond.
They rested a while before doing anything.
After a handful of minutes in an awkward position, the bull was able to properly join him in the bed. As there was no space for them to be side-by-side, the large man put his partner on top of him.
"So," said the older man while petting Redmirr's mane, "how was that for a first time?"
"Amazing, Ardy... Although, it still hurts a bit."
"Heh. You get used to it..."
They returned to comfortable silence, just trading deep breaths and the occasional yawn. They could have stayed like that until falling asleep. Alas, there was a question in Redmirr's mind.
"You're leaving, aren't you?"
The bull's expression soured. "How'd you know?"
"Your things are... unnaturally tidy."
"Oh..." He sighed, as he stopped petting the horned feline. "Yes, it's true. Tomorrow I'll return to my journey. I was planning to tell you first thing in the morning."
"I see..." He shifted his face, from laying on the bovine pectorals like a pillow to facing the former prince. "But, why?"
As they looked deep into each other's eyes, the day's earlier events played in the bovine's head.
He had slept well the previous night and made his way downstairs, to check with Redmirr's father about the day's hunt. However, the older Saah stopped him before he said anything.
"I know what you have been doing to my son," his words blared in the former prince's mind. "He knows better than to be deceived into doing something he doesn't want, so I don't worry about that. But I will not risk my son getting exiled over a random traveler like you. I will give you one more night under my roof; after that begone and don't return."
Ardentius had nothing else to say but. "Understood."
Back to reality, the bull just could not muster the courage to tell the Saah the truth; and Redmirr saw it in the bovine's eyes.
"Nevermind," said the horned feline. After a sigh, the youth squirmed around until he placed a quick smooch on the former prince's muzzle. "Let's just go to sleep."
"Redmirr, I-"
He hushed the lying bull with an index. "Let's enjoy this, okay?"
The bovine sighed. "Okay."
Each other's presence warded off anxiety and both slept soundly.
Ardentius opened the door into the white outdoors. Well, it would not stay white for long, as winter was slowly fading into spring. It was cold, and his mental situation did not help, but he had to keep going.
So he walked, away from the inn, away from the houses, away from the village; away from Redmirr. A force pushed him to turn his head back and maybe see the Saah waving goodbye at him or something. But he resisted it.
The former prince's head looked up at the skies, not too cloudy, but signaled future rain.
He counted his blessings. "At least it isn't raining yet," he thought.