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The Gift

Daniel's Storyline, Chapter 5.3

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I recovered quickly, almost whimpering as the confines of my underwear continued to restrict my erection. The wait was worth it... so worth it, so perhaps a few more minutes would be even better? I remember thinking something of the sort, but my attention returned again immediately to Herne as the Elk pulled his thumb from my mouth with an audible pop. Light pressure on the back of my head pulled me toward him and the Elk spoke commandingly. "Good, Daniel... now open up... and I shall take you."

Having spent so much time with Herne being the angel of temperance on my shoulder left me unready for just how god damn good he was at playing the devil of hedonism. My head swam in his musk; my forearms were drenched in his precum; my fingers were slick with his fluids; my cock was so fucking hard. It was happening-- it was really happening, and I was all too happy to comply. Opening my mouth, I scooted forward and eagerly continued my work with my lips and tongue.

Although I had originally assumed that any Spirit of masculinity would probably be hung like a horse, the fact of the matter was that the Elk was longer than average and slightly thicker than average but was, by no means, a monster. Almost as if sensing my thoughts, Herne stroked the top of my head, stating simply "Any brute could bludgeon his way to victory with an enormous club, but how much more elegant a win for the warrior who could defeat an opponent with a finely honed blade."

The first thing that got into my head was "Oh god... this is really happening!" The second thing that got into my head was Herne's cock. Based on smell alone, I had assumed that his flesh would be pungent, gamey, and maybe a little bitter, but I was surprised when all I got was a hint of what I'd been smelling-- as if he didn't even have a taste. More than that, but it was hard to tell if there was anything really there at all or if I was still just day dreaming.

Only when his fingers gripped my head and he thrust forward into my mouth did I realize that yes, it was indeed happening, and my tongue was pinned against the bottom of my mouth as I almost gagged as the pointed tip of his flesh hit the back of my throat. As he drew his hips back I felt the warm splash of precum spill down my esophagus and I reflexively swallowed. Herne stroked the back of my head even as he slowed his withdraw before pushing back in, speaking with obvious humor in his voice. "You are off to a fine start, Daniel."

He ended up doing far more of the work than I, his hips moving in perfect tempo as he held my head in place, rutting it with precision and strength, very nearly making me gag several times, but never quite enough to do more than bring tears to my eyes. Despite fantasizing about it often I'd never actually given head before. Oh, I'd heard all the negative stories about sore lips or jaws and having trouble breathing but, strangely, none of that was a problem for me and, surprisingly, I was able to breathe normally through it all-- one of the side effects of Herne only 'kinda' being there I guess.

After I finally grew accustomed to having my mouth fucked by the skilled Elk I gained enough confidence to slowly reach up and cup the enormous sac that had been bouncing off of my chin. I held it with both hands as if I were on my knees presenting it as a gift to a god; part of me wondered just how close I was to a comparison with the Spirit so eagerly breeding my mouth. When Herne slowed his thrusts I began to caress the velvety sack, and he let out an appreciate breath. "Mmm... now that is a fine thing, Daniel. I am pleased with your eagerness to attend me."

Considering the fact that my mouth was still filled with his flesh I couldn't really respond but, seeing as he slowed his movements I took the opportunity to begin moving my head, sliding my lips down his length before drawing them off, licking the underside with my tongue in a way I hope he would enjoy. His left hoof struck the carpet and an errant shiver caused his hips to thrust forward into my mouth, leading me to believe that I'd been successful. That meant it was much more of a surprise when he held my head still and withdrew his flesh from my mouth. "You are worthy of my attention, Daniel... but we both know that this is not what it is you truly desire."

Left wondering what he was getting at, I was caught off guard when the hands on my head slid down to my shoulders and I was bodily drawn up to my feet. I spoke my mind at that. "Wait a-- what did-- whahh!"

Once he had me standing, the Elk drew his arms down my body and said a whole three syllables. I don't know how he did it, or what he did exactly, but, to my astonishment, all of my clothes ended up on the floor like a used towel falling off. I had been wearing them and, if you know anything about a t-shirt and jeans then you'd know that they don't just 'fall off'... and yet, that is EXACTLY what happened. Before I could ask any questions or raise a concern, Herne simply nodded, looking me up and down before saying in a satisfied tone. "Yes... this, I like very much."

I'd never been particularly happy with my body but, then again, I wasn't exactly embarrassed either. Sure, I'm a few dozen pounds overweight, but I wouldn't call myself fat and, even though I'm not the most athletic person in the world I'm not without a LITTLE definition. Still, to hear and see him looking so pleased at what I had to offer was a MAJOR turn on.

I mean, honestly, there's nothing that can get you in the mood like feeling sexy, and the way he looked at me... well... let's just say I didn't mind the fact that the light was on. Rather than cover myself, I spread my arms wide. "In that case, you're welcome to anything you like, Herne."

He lowered his hands down my shoulder and chest, sliding them around my sides along my ribs, and then up under my arms as he spoke. "I like it all... so I shall take it all."

With that, the Elk gripped me under the armpits and lifted me bodily into the air. I hadn't been picked up since my sophomore year in high school during wrestling in PE and that had hardly been anywhere near as effortless as the Elk had managed. I very nearly flailed in the air but I was already on my way down and, before I knew it, I found myself with my back on my bed. A moment later Herne was atop me, spreading my legs with his body.

I shivered when I felt his smooth, slick cock slide up against my own, and he chuckled as he rocked his hips, rubbing them together while my eyes fluttered at the sensation. He leaned down and touched the end of his muzzle to my forehead, speaking against my flesh with his warm breath. "You enjoy this... don't you?"

It was hard to draw breath; his every move practically stole it away from me in the forms of gasps and moans, but, after a moment, I managed to wheeze out a "Yessss...."

The confident, in-control chuckle of his sent a shiver up my spine as he held himself up with one hand on the mattress next to my head, the other slid between our bodies and pressed our shafts together in his grip, holding them tightly together while he thrust into his fingers, stimulating me with each movement I had to clench my teeth to avoid crying out and beg him to go faster, to do more, to take me and make me his and wreck me in all the ways I'd so badly wanted for years and years of sitting and looking at porn without ever taking part in any of it myself.

Although I had a feeling he was aware of everything going on in my head, Herne seemed to have no trouble whatsoever taking his time, calmly caressing my so-very-eager erection with every thrust of his own. "Mmm... my last Human lover, Alexandros also loved this, very much... you remind me of him in some ways, despite being so very different. I will enjoy teaching you..." he paused, just long enough to get me to anticipate ANYTHING he was going to say. He kept it almost erotically vague. "...everything."

I don't know how long he teased me like that but, as time went on, I was squirming beneath him, desperately bucking up into his grasp, trying to do anything I could as my eagerness and excitement grew and grew. Regardless, the Elk seemed impervious to my attempts to get any more stimulation than he was willing to provide, and, for a reason I couldn't explain and still can't, I wasn't about to speak but, if I had, I was sure that I would have been begging with every single word.

Eventually, after what felt like years, I caught a whiff of relief when one of his breaths came out as a wheeze, and the next was taken in through his muzzle as a rapid gasp... and then, only then did he finally begin to speed up. At that point, his grip on us was almost painful, and he began thrusting in true earnest, slamming us together with enough force that his nuts hit my own; they were painful, but in an unbelievably wonderful way. Eventually, at long last, Herne gave me my release. It wasn't the one I expected or the one I wanted, but it was so over-the-top amazing, even as I lost myself to it, I realized that, until that moment, I had absolutely no idea what a real orgasm was.

Even as my cum erupted I cried-- literally CRIED. Tears came out of my eyes as wordless mumbling I can't remember escaped me nonsensically. At the same time the flood gates opened and a geyser of Elk spunk sprayed out all over my body; I'd never heard an Elk bugle, and the loud, feral sound scared me just a little less than it excited me. Had I been responsible for that? I had... that was because of me. That realization made my orgasm that much better and, at some point, I think it became so intense that I passed out for a few seconds. Still... SO worth it.

I came to held firmly in Herne's grasp, laying against him on the bed. His breath was quick, but even; a sure sign that he'd obviously handled the rutting better than I had. Regardless, as I lay next to the so VERY male Spirit, I--