#castafar

The big man let out a loud groan. His hands were on the powerful chest of the other, his thick thighs rubbed against the muscles under him. Magnar had found a good match, one that would make the men of old ages jealous. This was what these new world was missing. Powerful men and cocks that could make even an ages old dragon feel alive. He let that cock fill him up, open him from the inside. He could feel it so deep in him as he arched his lower back, moving his ass up and down on the shaft. His own hard cock lied between his abs and that of the other man, rubbing between their hard muscles as he continued to impale himself on that big cock.

Lucas got out of the school pretty late that day. He'd had a ton of papers that he had to grade and it took him a lot longer than he had anticipated. It was 8pm when he got into his car.

The first thing Lucas did was go home and get into some more comfortable clothes. After, he quickly made some dinner before he got his things together to head to the gym.

It was now after 10pm and Lucas was coming to the end of his workout. The gym was super dead tonight which definitely took him by surprise but he wasn't going to complain. He worked out in a tight dark gray tshirt that cut at his waist, matched with a pair of super short black shorts that definitely hugged him a little too much.

The teacher called it quits and got his things together, heading to the locker room. On his way in, he grabbed a fresh towel from the stack and then picked out a locker for himself.

Lucas opened up the locker and tossed his shoes inside before pulling off his shirt. His big round pecs bounced, covered in a light layer of sweat from his workout. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his shorts and shoved them down, along with his briefs, leaving the teacher completely naked.

Before long, the man was underneath one of the many shower heads, very much enjoying the hot water as it cascaded over his body. He needed this more than anything after such a long day.

Waking up, he found himself surrounded by the cool touch of wet dirt and fallen leaves. It took him a minute to remember where he was and how he got there as he glanced at the large trees around him. This was the forest he’d taken refuge in a few months ago after transforming an abandoned hunting cabin into a livable safe house. Last night was the full moon, which explained why he was outside with no pants on. The one thing he couldn’t figure out was why the usual forest scents—soil, rain, all the different forms of wildlife—were now mixed with the smell of smoke.

“Shit,” he muttered.

Aeson dragged himself to his feet and started to run in the direction of the smell. Racing around naked had its... annoying aspects, but he wasn’t going to slow his pace. There were no fire stations for miles, and if the smoky scent was coming from a wildfire, he was the only creature he knew of in this forest who’d be able to put it out.

When he reached the source, he skidded to a stop. He had come to a clearing—no, this wasn’t a clearing, but it had practically been made into one. A crater lied in the center, dusted with ash, deep enough to reach the rockier soil further into the ground. The trees closer to it were now stumps of charcoal. Further out, smoke still rose up from singed pine branches and ferns. In the center of it all was a man, as naked as he was, lying on his back with his arms and legs splayed out. Aeson was sure he was dead, but as he concentrated, he could hear a faint heartbeat.

Obviously something supernatural had taken place, and the safest thing would have been to get as far away from this being as he could while the guy was still unconscious. But then the man might go wandering around the forest and stumble across him, at home and off-guard, so Aeson grudgingly decided to take him back to his cabin, where he would decide what to do with him. He made his way through the charred trees to the center of the crater and immediately took the man into his arms, not wanting to waste a second while he was still unconscious. Aeson was glad he had his enhanced strength. The man was a few inches taller than him, and at least as muscular. It didn’t help that both of them were damp from the morning mists.

The cruel flash of white across the windows was more than enough to grab the archdemon’s attention as the lightning’s flash splashed on against the cold walls. And to hear the peal that follower, a crueler crackle and shatter, he merely gave a grunt as he shifted just slightly on the bed where his entire brawn was splayed and bare --------- save for his pair of glasses that he nudged at while he swelled on more and squared for a settle against the pillows as he continued the read. It wasn’t the first time, really—hopefully not the last either. That as the cold stormy winds filled the room through the open windows of the balcony that looked on over the city down below the mountain, it wasn’t hard to feel—he wasn’t hard to feel. In slow caress of the living breeze, and the humming song of the squall that now encumbered onto his manor, Dante just hummed, knowing fully that the storm would soon bear herself her son unto him.

Perhaps it was about time, really. Dante felt himself clench—an ease into a shudder as he tried to quell what knot he could feel in his core. Not much victory on that end; it was the third time that he glanced along the line of what he was reading. Though nonetheless, he remained on his spot as a welcome breeze of wind coaxed his smooth muscle breasts to heave for another sigh.

► "Suck it." (w/ Paddy)

► "Undress, then get on your knees and wait to service me."

Hector was used to be ordered around by certain types of people. He still did not like it and he had truly believed at some point that the fact he had won so many tournaments and even got himself a nice castle and a title would have made him be the one in command. But those people never let him forget that he was their toy. His title and his money were nothing but a payment for his services. And there he was once more, standing on a private chamber, facing another man that he thought he could easily break like a twig if they were in the Arena. But this was another sort of battle, one he had already lost. "What about the other guests outside?" He made a small movement with his head, pointing at the closed door. He had been fucked and used in parties before. Some of said guests had even paid for his mouth once or twice. Some, the ones Hector liked better, had paid a fortune to taste his cock. He felt more like a man then. But Raiju? Hector knew his cock would not impress him, that it would be useless if the man so wished. "Hmpf." He started working his fingers on his clothes. Due to his thick muscles, the jackets and cotton shirts, fancy as they were, seemed tight, like hugging his parts. Once the buttons were done, the shirt and coat opened as if they had been needing reprieve. Calmly, dutifully and very methodically, Hector folded and put them aside, taking his sweet time, making up his mind about what he was about to perform. He used to be a fighter, beloved by the masses, greedy as few men could be. But his greed had made him a whore and nothing more.

One of the perks of being married to an equally hungry and needy incubus was that the two of them could bring home anyone they wanted from the club and be satiated together in the frolicking play of a threesome or more. And there were no qualms with it, no frustrating emotions in play. Just pure feasting. As a now common-sight in the club, Milo had extended the invitation to Orion to bring that prime beef back with him and Kai for them to enjoy for the rest of the night.

And together, the three of them certainly had their fun. Kai was busy stuffing and thrusting every last bit of cock deep inside of the other man's hole as he watched his husband dump yet another load all over Orion's face. The incubus chuckled at the sight of the mess they were making of the man. "Oh my... look at that... such a pretty sight. It's like this was where you meant to be all along, between the two of us. Letting us fuck you and pleasure you and turn all those pretty thoughts of yours into mush."