The Long Night
#5 of The Time Between
A night of group enjoyment before John and Tarvos are one. Just a short story. This took me ages to get through, and I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it. In some ways this is a bit of a tangent to the main story, as there is very little plot to it, but I felt it important to try to write it out so that I don't feel like I'm just racing to the end. Which is coming. One or two more stories, and an epilogue, I think. Again, thank you so much for reading, and I greatly hope you enjoyed it. As always, comments are welcome and appreciated.
Two nights before the equinox, Tarvos and I were brought to a chamber deep in the heart of the mountain. Already, I could hear the commotion as we approached. "I admit to being... nervous."
Oretas put his hand on my shoulder firmly. "None here will harm my son. This is the night that we all come together and celebrate our bodies, before you give yours to each other forever." At this Tarvos leaned into me, and I stumbled, smiling. I pushed back with little effect against his bulk, so I just leaned against him as we walked.
The smell was the first thing I noticed on entering the chamber, the smell of sweat, and musk, and oil, and sex. All of them, all of them were here, and every scene on the mosaics that I had passed when I first entered the played out in front of me: some quiet as they played with each other slowly, carefully, caressing, embracing; some noisy and exuberant as they impaled each other in turn on their glorious members, trembling, conjoined, ecstatic. Tarvos reached down and fondled my hardness, using the glistening fluid that dripped from the tip and rubbing me quickly into my full length, which stood out in front of me.
"Ah, they are here!" shouted Nestor, drunk, from his position of dominance over Brutus. The black and white minotaur sweated as Nestor thrust into him, his own erection tended by two of his friends, their tongues competing for attention as they claimed their prize. Brutus moaned as he leaned over a low stone table that seemed far too convenient to have been created for any other purpose. "This could be you in a moment, Tarvos!" he exclaimed wickedly.
Tarvos rubbed his own erection. "I was thinking perhaps of taking you, Nestor, instead." He smiled in return. Were they rivals?
"Ah, but this will be different," Nestor grinned lewdly. "Tonight, I will stand for John."
"What?" I asked, perplexed. Strong hands separated me from Tarvos gently, and I was lead to a position in front of the table. I looked back at Tarvos, but he merely shook his head, smiling. The hands led me to lie down under Brutus as Nestor finished; Brutus, for his part, dripped onto my stomach, having expended himself earlier. He leaned, exhausted, over me, heavy lidded eyes looking me over, and I wondered how long he had been here. He caressed my face with a free hand and smiled.
His eyes widened suddenly as Nestor removed himself. "You can play with John, in the meantime," he said, and Brutus shuffled off the table and onto the ground beside me, kneeling over me. He began to caress my chest, wiping his own seed across me, and other hands, unseen, massaged my legs. One persistent hand began slipping itself under my backside, and a slicked digit penetrated me easily, and I moaned. Brutus smiled above me. Was it him?
All about the room, the bulls pleasured each other. Some drank wine, some sang, others just held each other tight. Eventually, Tarvos came into view above me, and my gaze fixated entirely upon him. He leaned down and kissed me, rubbing his face into mine, as Brutus continued. "It is fair that you get a turn on me from time to time, Nestor," said Tarvos, chiding his dominant companion.
"Tarvos, you are like a virgin, you are so tight! We shall have to fix that, I should think, before we go any further." Tarvos grunted, and winced in pain as Nestor entered him. I reached up to hold his face, kissing him, stroking him, while Nestor continued his work. He began to sweat, moving back and forth in time with Nestor's slow thrusting. "John..." he said softly, and I kissed him again, my breathing rough and ragged as I neared climax.
"I can keep this up all night, Tarvos, but I doubt you can. You haven't had this in a while, I can tell." I could feel Tarvos dripping onto me, and he began to breathe heavily as Nestor put his full length into him, thrusting in and out at a temperate speed.
"If you can take any part of Tarvos, you should be able to take two fingers," said a voice that I did not immediately recognize, and I lurched as the second digit stretched me, gasping as he found whatever part of me is the seat of my pleasure. He was masterful, whoever it was, and I was brought to the cusp of release, but no further. I sweated in anticipation of what was to come.
Tarvos' eyes rolled back in his head, having reached whatever limit that Nestor had worked towards; he howled as he released himself, a jet spraying onto the underside of the table as his untended erection spent itself, covering me and my attendants in a wash of his hot seed before dripping from the underside of the table afterwards, a lurid display of his potency.
"Good. Now that we're all sticky, John, if you don't mind, come over to me please." The fingers removed themselves, and I gasped. Shakily, I rose to my feet, assisted by Brutus, and moved over to Nestor. "There," he said with a flourish, "is your prize this evening." Tarvos' backside was presented to me, and Nestor raised his ropey tail with one hand. "He should be nice and lose for you now. Step here, it will help." He was still relatively clean, save the oil that Nestor must have used. Had he not released himself?
"I..." I looked around. At this point in the night's festivities, all eyes were upon Tarvos and me. I placed my hands on Tarvos' back, rubbing him tentatively as he lay there, exposed, and I moved into position, stepping up on a block of stone that had been placed for my convenience. His testes hung beneath, their flesh shifting slightly as he quivered.
"Enter him slowly. You don't want to hurt him." I almost laughed, as I slipped into him with only a little effort, but it was the moment Nestor was waiting for. I felt his heat, his great length behind me, and I gasped as I felt his head slip between my buttocks for a moment, but it kept going, under me, and into Tarvos, pinning me to his back.
Tarvos heaved as Nestor and I entered him, the great bull holding me with one arm while pushed down against Tarvos with the other, and together we began to thrust in short strokes, joined as we were inside Tarvos. I had little control, but the feeling of Nestor under me, and Tarvos all about me, began to produce the desired effect, and the crowd of bulls began to cheer us.
Tarvos began to grunt in time to our thrusting, but my stamina was not as great as either Nestor or Tarvos, and with an exclamation I came first, my hot seed coursing into Tarvos, and along Nestor's great member. This seemed to serve as cue to Nestor, who picked up the pace, keeping me hard and causing Tarvos to cry out. I felt Nestor release himself, the warmth of the fluid almost unbearable. A torrent began to leak down Tarvos' legs, dripping onto me as it went.
With a final cry, Tarvos released again, a rope of his seed travelling out from under the table again as he came and came. At this, Nestor let me go, and I fell against Tarvos' back, panting, my hands finding purchase on his thick hide. I could feel his heart racing, but beginning to slow, and I found my own heart beginning to match his. I closed my eyes, and was deaf to the world except for the sound of his breath, the beating of his heart. The smell of his hide, the feel of his warmth. My hands moved across him, and I inhaled deeply.
Nestor began to soften, finally, and he slipped out of Tarvos, taking me with him. Quivering, I stood and stepped back into Nestor, who steadied me as I stumbled off the block. Tarvos gave a contented sigh, and began to roll off the table.
"Now you can say you filled him," Nestor said jovially, patting me on the back. Tarvos shook his head and smiled.
"That was never at issue. John fills me here," he said, pointing to his chest. "If I were to love someone based on the length of their member or their skill using it, however, you would definitely be very close to my heart."
Nestor laughed raucously, and Tarvos reached out his hand to me. I grasped it, and stepped towards him. Our eyes met, and I smiled. "Still..."
"Still... it was an experience." His tongue came out and touched my chest, tasting his seed on me, cleaning me softly. I caressed his face and closed my eyes, just feeling him, his nearness. The presence of all the other bulls diminished in my mind, and it was only Tarvos and me against a din of excitement and lust and abandon. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head as he sat, down, between his eyes.
I felt his arms behind me, and I fell back into them, letting him set me down on the ground as he loomed over me, kissing me on the forehead, the cheek, then finding my lips. He touched my length, just brushing it, but I felt the need again, and I was overcome by hardness. He teased its length and smiled. "I see your time among us here has improved your stamina."
I smiled back but said nothing, grasping his head and pulling him in to be kissed again, and again, as the long night played out around us.