Such hubris, to think that a simple deity tainted with mortal essence would seek to defeat him in his element. Nature was harsh. Nature was unrelenting. But most of all nature stood the test of time. Nature was here before the first man, and would still exist long after the last had perished and their lifeforce returned to the earth. The centaur stood tall, hoof dug deep into the offender’s chest. A sword weaved from plant life protruded out of the forest god’s hand, the sharp blade pressed against the other’s god’s throat. It prickled the skin, drawing trace amounts of blood, but more importantly injecting a small bit of his essence and venom into the other.

Around them an impenetrable fog had settled over the area. Alistair's armour was in ruins and his mystical weapon long cast aside like a toy, while mere feet away lay a unicorn with their insides spilled out, silver blood running through the soil and into the roots of the undergrowth. Here the forest god was predator and prey all in one, the embodiment of nature itself: the plant life, the creatures that lived within him. His eyes burned blue as he spoke with an otherworldly voice that did not seem to emanate his mouth. “You make a mockery of godhood.” Areik could easily crush the man’s rib cage, let his insides spill out just as Alistair’s charge had done so to the mythical beast. “You may think you’ve helped him, but you’ve given him a fate far worse than what he would have had.” Instead of a swift death, the man had now been cursed to wander the mist forever, with his life force slowly but surely draining back into the very forest he had tainted.

It had been a couple months since his first interaction with the forest deity: he wouldn’t call them friends, but they weren’t enemies either; they were mere acquaintances, using each other’s existence for their own pleasure and gratification. Since Orion was unable to own electronic devices, he either showed up at Areik’s shack in the woods, or Areik would seek him out. It didn’t come as a surprise, it seemed like both deities were interested in the surprise.

Now, it was late in the afternoon when Orion arrived at the front doorstep, a flash of lightning emitting across the landscape as soon as he came to a halt, with the sound of thunder coming in a few seconds later, by which time, he had already knocked on the door and was let inside. No pleasantries were exchanged when he walked inside, he began to remove his hot, steaming clothes an article at a time. Jumper, t-shirt and sweatpants: no shoes or underwear. His statuesque body, now revealed in the dim lighting of the room, was broad and slender, perfectly defined and smooth, warm and buzzing to the touch, glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. By the time he had turned around, his ice-blue eyes looked down upon the stark-naked figure of the Guardian, looking aroused and full, shaft thick and erect, bobbing for some care and attention.

As he neared the smaller man, he lowered himself onto his knees, his height still quite memorable. Orion’s natural physique was athletic and built of muscle, so when his arms were raised to plant his hands upon the man’s waist, his biceps, triceps and shoulders looked enormous. His grip was tight at the waist, locking the deity against the wall behind him as he dipped his head down, smothering his face into the impressive slab, inhaling its musky scent and breathing out, his hot breath running along the length of it. A hand lowers down to seize his prize, wielding it by simply cupping Areik’s firm balls and using it to raise the shaft to his lips, which stretched and spread to accommodate the girth. The weight of it on the surface of his tongue brought him a great deal of comfort, and the taste and warmth just brought down all of his defenses as he let out a whimpered moan. A few minutes are spent just paying specific attention to the flared cockhead, but once he laps up a generous amount of pre-cum and has graciously swallowed it, he removes himself from it with a soft ‘pop’ and turned his head to lay his tongue out against the underside, licking the member from root to tip, over and over, uncaring to the mess he was causing on Areik’s cock, as well as his own chin and chest.

From time to time, his gaze would turn upwards to look upon the man’s facial features to know what he was doing was indeed enjoyable. There was no doubt about it: every-time he showed up at his doorstep, Orion owned him, and vice-versa.

Areik cared not for most of human customs, he was above them as he was above the mortals that had long forgotten him. Things like clothes were pointless in his eyes, unless he were to venture out of the woods and into modern ‘civilisation’, an occurrence that was rarer than the blue moon. His shack too was out of necessity of appearance rather than something he actively used — he lived among the trees that were one with him. Still, as the deity posed as a druidic creature he had found use of it, hosting guests and visitors alike, and one such visitor happened to be Orion, an enigma to be sure, but in truth that was what they both were. They barely knew much about each other, other than the fact that they were both otherworldly and that they were interested in each other, at least physically.

Owing to their stature, their larger-than-life with bulging muscles and frame, and equally huge girth and size, it was near impossible for someone mortal to handle them (barring the use of magic), and perhaps that was one of the reasons they were drawn to each other. Not exactly desperation, but rather the need for companionship, pleasure, release.

So the fact that they kept gravitating to each other after their initial interaction wasn’t a surprise. The unique lightning that burned through the sky was all the warning he needed before the other appeared at his doorstep, within his domain. He answered the creaking wooden down naked save for the moss that littered, that grew all over his body. It didn’t take much for him to get aroused as Orion stripped down, body already sticky with sweat due to his travels, chiefly due to the fact that the last time Areik had gotten release was during his last tryst with the other deity.

The bounty hunter wasted no time getting to the heart of the action, falling to his knees before him, thick cords of muscle locking him in place as he went to town on the head of Areik’s cock. Orion was a giant, even larger than him, (at least when Areik was in this humanoid form), and so the position had to be a little awkward but they accommodated each other as best they could; Areik leaning back against the wall he was crowded against, Orion raising his shaft up, his length certainly helping with that. The attention Orion gave to his cock, licking the underside of it as his lips enveloped the side, was akin to worship — something that gave him both arousal and power. The amount of pre (a sweet nectar-like substance that tasted of maple sap) he was leaking combined with the other man’s free-flowing saliva left him, left them both a filthy sopping mess, even as the liquids dribbled down onto Orion’s pecs.