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undeadmessiah:

It was difficult not to notice the tension his question had caused, but Collin simply let it slide. Some people had reservations about the dead, even those among the dark temple. Still, it was a moot concern. Ghosts were rarely of great use without significant energy invested to make them more powerful. He already had wraiths under his sway, there was no need for more.

“My interest lies solely in the bodies, my dear friend. Our Lord has his claim on souls, first and foremost. I’d not dare to snatch them from his realm.“ Not without good reason, that is.

It’s a relief, at least for now. Perhaps Mercury’s branch of Inferum’s loyal were more gentle than Collin’s inclinations, but as the tactician understood, it took all kinds.

But, as he often needed reminding, the god would have a taste for things darker. The war wouldn’t hold him at bay for much longer. If Mercury couldn’t please Inferum in his own ways anymore, then it was likely Collin to lead on as peace withheld each test.

“Now. About that pilgrim’s suite.” Mercury pulled in a fresh breath, and with it, a better attitude. “It’s a long walk, as you well know. Feel free to light the way if you need it -- I’ll guide us through either way.” 

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vrsamage:

as they walked, rogan actually found himself listening quite intently. if anything, it was much easier to learn about the maze itself from the man who seemed to be the one running it. he found it incredibly ingenious to train the protectors of this particular landmark to use the mage to their advantage. somewhere in the back of his mind he made a mental note to try and persuade the other into receiving some sort of blueprint, even it was just to see how intricate the labyrinth really was.

“—–and if it makes you feel more at ease, my specialty is abjuration. while i find myself versed in most types of magic,” he stated, trying his best to avoid sounding arrogant of his own abilities, “my specialties are often times focused on keeping my people safe from whatever dangers may present themselves. it is rare that you’ll see me anywhere near any sort of battlefield.” in fact, it was usually his goal to keep things from escalating to that point in the first place. though it was painfully obvious that at times, his task was nigh impossible.

“Ah, a man of peace, then.” That had the lord grinning as they traversed the maze, ambient light increasing and the murmur of conversation rising to follow. “So many of us born into the conflict sought to define ourselves by it. I even ensured my place in the kingdom through it.” Once into the common area proper, Mercury gestured with an open arm as the they passed the corner.

Torches and braziers lit the space, with folk dressed warmly moving from wall to wall -- only there were openings, doors and windows into the enclosed clearing, and even trade along well-traveled routes. The area was wider than any of the halls they’d walked, with more torches climbing higher on the walls to show just how tall the Labyrinth could get. Mercury paused, nodding when called out to a few times, before starting them towards one of the busier alcoves. (If an alcove could house thirty, easily, with tables and chairs.) 

“Would a man like me keep hold of his House if he wasn’t useful to his king?”

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How many children do you want?

“To be graced with a single son – to pass on the Mulciber name, the Labyrinth, and all it entails to my own blood, is all I could ask for. If the one I am with wished for more, then I would not be opposed. I’ve never been part of a large family before.”

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vrsamage:

in spite of their rather rocky introductions, rogan found himself chuckling at the other’s words. while he typically found himself more guarded when visiting kingdoms outside of his own, there was something naturally disarming about the other. and while he wasn’t completely sure it was the lord’s intention, rogan moved to take the other’s arm, allowing the other to lead but making sure to steer the pair of them clear of anything that seemed unfamiliar in the other’s path.

“—–no no, i’ve read of a great labyrinth, but beyond that, my knowledge stops. as for your prowess on the battlefield, my knowledge of war is also somewhat limited. i do my best to keep from involving myself in the martial matters, only involving myself when absolutely necessary.” he gave a simple shrug of broad shoulders, “an army that relies solely on the abilities of a mage, is not a very strong army, i’m sure you understand.”

If Mercury allowed every rough meeting to continue on unsure terrain, he’d have never climbed the ranks as assuredly, breaking bridges before they were even built. He nodded his thanks for the hold on his arm, moving forward with a bit more confidence.

How his ancestral home would be described in other kingdoms -- if at all -- was always a minor fascination. “The Mulciber Labyrinth houses a a few villages-worth of people within its walls, and our knights are very specifically trained to rout invaders.” He tried not to sound like a man giving a lecture. “And we can agree on that. Involving a mage in a military conflict is an escalation, and it shows little care for the lives under one’s orders.” His head angles slightly away as he thinks. “Mages then lead to dragons and their riders, as witchers carve through the flanks. Infantry losses pile on both sides before anyone knows what even happened.” A pause, and he briefly grips the mage’s hand where it was on his arm. “Thankfully for us, we don’t have to make those kinds of decisions, for the moment.” Before long, they’d move around this turn and that, pointedly ignoring various offshoots and pathways that might tempt someone unfamiliar with the layout.

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vrsamage: 

whether the other shook his hand was of no importance to the mage. for all rogan knew, the other had given his hand a firm shake. these pleasantries were meaningless. his attention was focused on the houses surrounding them and their squalor in comparison to the grandiose castles he was used to. a small part of him wondered if he should’ve found somewhere else to house his steed.

though, when he turned back to find the other moving along the walls as though he needed them for support, rogan tilted his head. this man was a commander of some sort and didn’t have an aid or assistant to help him when necessary? rogan found it odd. “———–do you require assistance, Lord Commander ??”

Even as he brushed the wall of the maze for guidance with his fingers, the lord stood straight, posture trained and proud. At Rogan’s calling, he stopped and turned, his head slightly tilted.

“An arm wouldn’t be remiss,” he called back. Would the other approach, Mercury would offer an elbow for the man to take. “I know the way to the gathering area, and there’s a tavern built into the walls of the labyrinth. I’m just not the best at knowing when they leave crates or jugs lying around. Years of having me as their lord, and they still sometimes forget.” He’d consider the other, briefly. “Do they not speak of the blind tactician in other kingdoms? I would hope my services and skills in the war would have my reputation proceeding me.”

He was only half-kidding.

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stonecoldbergianking:

those words that left the other’s lips brought a soft smile to the king’s own. knowing even after all this time, their friendship was still strong and special like it always had been, truly made the king feel at peace for once. “and you’ve always moved to the rhythm beautifully…stunningly almost.” he whispered back against mercury’s lips.

all the king could do was moan more and more, feeling himself stretch around mercury’s fingers the more he thrusted them into him. his eyes closed, taking in all the sensations and feelings his body was reacting to before he nodded his head. “you of all people should know my legs are strong like the tree trunks of our kingdom.” he said, slowly letting go of mercury’s now impressively erect cock. “take me like you used to…”

“Like I used to...”

Mercury could easily slip back to cold nights in the tents, hunched over the king as he drove himself into him repeatedly, warming them both from the inside out. The grunts. The sputters, the sighs. Memory guided the taller man to move around the king, to rest his forehead against the back of Heracles’ neck as he dragged his sticky cockhead across the back of the king’s thigh. He brushed along the underside of a cheek, before nudging between them.

“Hold on, dear friend.” The lord spread his fingers apart, opening Heracles wide enough to push his head in, before slipping his fingers free -- and he groaned as he felt the king close around him. Just barely, Mercury started rocking inwards, working his way into Heracles inch by slow inch, his hands now reaching up to work and massage the king’s stomach and chest. Anything to keep himself quiet, to keep himself from forcing his friend open any faster than necessary. 

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elderxcrone:

Through heated shudder and the cruel roil of pleasure that took command—what thick cloy and smear that he felt all of a sudden was all the more the spark that furthered the crone into the storm of his own carnal undoing. His own seed pushed by fingers to defile him into getting slick as the still demanding sensations grasped him still that his own meaty paws remained curled against old hard wood. That with yet another push from what torture that he was already receiving, Kairoz’s moan came as a bellow as if it boiled over straight from his core as the tension in his form only led to his fat girth to throb on and force more of him that now came in weaker but still thick spurts as if a testament to how the heat had truly claimed the mage for all he is ——— that all he was then was a mere mountain humbled by his own spurting peak that came further enslaved with the invading fingers. He bucked then. Moaned That as his tight knot clenched and practically suckled those fingers clean of his own creamy seed, pleasure remained constant. No. Pleasure remained as a certain build that only grew on still.

“H—ah-” he finally moaned, sweat sheened breasts swelling as a prod forced his body to arch as he threw his head back in ecstasy. What he won’t spill then—no. A push and a spurt came. He felt—he knew—that he was bound to spill himself full and it didn’t help that he was still yet to fully claim his fill. Hunger was a tense—a tense was another bubble of his seed. Please. “Milord—please,” his strong hand moved down to knead Mercury’s cum-covered pec as if to plea. “——— gods, f-fill me—” he begged on, pucker clenching on with eager need.

The slap of palm to seed-slick skin rang out, Mercury arching under the mage’s squeezing, gripping fingers. He’d pushed so much of what Kai had erupted back into him, and his fingers were all but being squeezed out by the force of the mage’s orgasmic pulses. Tension after tension, wave after wave, he finally let his fingers slip free, most of what coated them having been pulled deep into the mage with his rippling pulses.

That hand returned to his now cum-covered cock, angrily hard and throbbing against its companion, who still shuddered with spurts of further release. Gripping himself steadily, one hand remained at the large man’s furl, the other moving to guide him as he shifted his hips. “Will you open for me, Kai?” Mercury hummed. The head of his thick cock dragged under, knocking Kai’s balls aside, tracing the skin of the mage’s perineum, before bumping against his other hand. That puffy, cum-covered pucker almost kissed at his tip, the way he nudged against it. “Will you let me take you fully? To the base? Until I’m digging my hips against you?” Teasingly, he pushed upwards just a little, spreading that sticky pucker just barely over his tip before pulling back.

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You're a cleric of Infernum, yet there is another with a very real command over the dead. Blessed, it would seem, by your dark god. Does that intimidate you? Or give you ideas?

“So little, you know of our ways.

The adviser you speak of is not my liberty to discuss. However, there are numerous circles a mage cannot walk within. A mage cannot marry for power. A mage cannot sire or continue a dynasty. A mage cannot hold noble title or rank.

My position as the Lord Commander of Bergia was earned, but my place in Inferum’s flock was inherited. The lord of the labyrinth inherits the keys to the Thrice-Locked Gate and all the responsibilities hidden behind it. We are but two limbs, branching off from the same tree, drawing strength from the same roots.”

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The God of Death often encourages chaos against the other gods. Do you do anything that might align with his wishes?

“There are more ways to serve than just the one.”

Before, the lines of soldiers sent to Inferum’s embrace seemed enough to empower the god as he might desire. But with peace, comes a new hunger. Political strife. Diplomatic disaster. The manticores, whoever sent them, likely served for now, but...

“As a secret cleric of our damned god, I must use my creative and tactical mind to discover...new ways to fuel his presence in our world.”

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ofdox:

“well, ah’m all kinds o’ fucked up,” the witcher belched out a laugh as his dear friend mapped out his face. he was scruffier than before, and his cheek bore a deep scar that hadn’t healed over right. that was just one of many others that mercury couldn’t feel at the moment, though, but his changed visage was certainly a cause for alarm, or at the very least some concern.

“but it takes a wee bit more t’ kill me now,” maddox chuckled. in fact, he thought that if there was another war, he’d be able to do a lot more than cower and flee his kingdom. now, he fought on the front-lines of casther, warding off monstrous threats from the borders. “so don’t worry, right?” the witcher’s hand closed over his friend’s as mercury’s digits traversed the rugged contours of his face. “it’s bloody dark in here, how boot ye lead th’ way in, and we’ll get a comfy conversation goin’, eh?” maddox suggested.

“You even sound rougher,” Mercury quipped, before huffing out a soft laugh. Dox’s casual confession helped Mercury to relax into the moment, which meant he was wearing a smirk, angled away from the witcher as it was. Still, those attentive fingers would roam over crack and crevasse, learning a nose likely broken and rebroken again, brushing over the bristles of an unshaven jaw.

The witcher’s hand on his own seemed a signal for him to pause. So he did, turning his hand to gently grip Dox’s own, his cheeks tinting just a bit where the darkness might hide them. “Not like I could tell,” he commented softly. “I’ve a den not far from here. Long couches. You can lie down, if you like.” And by lighting the torch outside the door, he’d signal for someone from the labyrinth to come check on them. Dox’s hand in his, Mercury turned them both around, his free hand brushing against the wall as he guided them towards warmth.

“Perhaps I could add witchers to the list of invaders my labryinth can protect from.”

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the lord of the labyrinth is taking both suitors and questions

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vrsamage:

the mage’s gaze was cast elsewhere as the man he had handed the reigns to began talking to some youth. they drifted along the nearby streets, neck craned ever so slightly in his search for a place of respite in this city. hell, even when asked his name, rogan didn’t bother to meet the stranger’s gaze. the mountain of a man strode a little further from the stables, just to get a better view of the surrounding area. “——mul’rogan. high mage of the sollian court.” and with that, he would finally turn around to offer a large hand to the other, somehow already bored of the mindless pleasantries. “and there must be some kind of place to get a bit of warm, mulled ale around here, yes?” 

What the mage would see in his sweep was scattered homes built outside the foreboding walls. Certainly nothing able to house more than a single family, let alone take in guests. Rogan’s turn was heard before anything else, but Mercury had no signal for which to notice the hand, so he didn’t take it. 

Instead, he focused his efforts on not wearing an expression of shock, trying to lean more towards amusement. “Lord Commander Mercury Mulciber, if we’re playing with titles.” At that, he himself pivoted to aim for the walls, having to reach for the corner of the stable to orient himself. “I’ll lead you to the ale as a guest of my house, adviser, if you’d do me the kindness of explaining your journey.” With that, he was already off towards the gates of the grand labyrinth, the men knowing to open them at his approach. The other didn’t seem the type to offer an arm, so he stuck close to the wall instead.

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elderxcrone

A little more push and it was more than enough to coax the fires that burned through Kairoz’s core and demanded himself be undone. Mere sensations seized his massive brawn into a hard tense all before the shudder from how it all fizzled through every cord and vein in his body had him buck down against the other’ strong form. Sound couldn’t be stopped then—that as Mercury continued to tease his very furl with its nudges, the wood creaked against Kai’s grip as his head hung over his chest in some pathetic mewl that further gave away his current state of such sweet weakness that the other continued to taunt him on with. Sparks came—and where it did, the crone bucked, meeting that finger with a clench only to feel that grip tighten against his girth and assault him even more with this friction that had him harden more. Throb. Pulse. Somewhere inside. Somewhere deep. All at once he could feel the pleasure flow through him and every lewd roll of his hips that fucked firmer against Mercury’s grip that such slick wet sounds mingled with his moans that spilled over and over. Tight. Tighter. Kairoz could feel his inside quease into this knot that had him clench even more. Even tighter. Close. Closer. Fuck. The crone bucked. Throbbed. Clenched.

“—m-milord—h—aanh—” the gasp was almost a mere whimper—a defeated sigh that led onto this choke all before a louder and deeper moan finally spilled in full. And with a shudder, a thick burst of his seed splattered along Mercury’ chest—and face. Though a pleasure remained—as pleasure burned on—a clenched and a buck milked him on with another generous salvo that came in thicker rope of white where the same stark white flashed within Kai’s skull as he threw his head back in surrender to the peak that had his release come flooding and flooding—and flooding.

Every tense. Every ripple. Mercury felt more in control of the moment with each passing second of the mage slipping further into surrender. He felt as a victor, a conqueror, a tactical victory made with points struck hard and true; Kai gripped his fingers, suckling them into his ass almost hungrily. That club of a cock swelled, jerked and sputtered, painting the dark cleric from cheek to chest. He shuddered. The splatter was anticipated, but not expected, and not with such heft, such volume.

“Yes... Give in to me, Kairoz...” Mercury whispered, digging that much harder past the mage’s rim, trying to force more of that lifegiving seed from his churning balls. For the moment, he'd felt the mantle of ceremonies long hidden slip over his shoulders. Not the persona of the mindful lord, but the man devoted to the damned. While he rationalized his faith, there were moments in the revel that were...decidedly less so. "What you don’t spill now, I will have from you later.” A promise he would be sure to keep. “Give in.”

The hand not coring the mage out was set to scooping off his chest, cupping to collect the copious cum from the valleys of his abs -- then, with another switch, he pulled one hand free and then squelched all the cum he could into Kai’s body, that pucker now hot with attention and slick with the mage’s own load. “Will you take me, Kai? Let me push deep into you, make you feel Inferum’s call when I bury myself within?”

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ofdox:

maddox rested a hand on the one on his arm, squeezing it in his hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles. “aye, ye’ve helped me more than most,” the witcher said, clasping his other hand underneath mercury’s hand. “ye’ve kept me alive.” if it hadn’t been for the parcels of money and food mercury had been sneaking to him over the borders, maddox would have surely turned to a life of crime, or even starved to death. that aide had provided him with enough food and lodging for a few weeks until the castherian royals had taken him in.

“thank ye, m’ friend, and ah’m sorry ah could only get to ye now,” he said. “ah did a good favor for th’ queen, had m’ banishment lifted.” he was sure mercury could feel how much had changed with him, though, since he was twice his size and bore raised scars on his hands and arms. he closed an arm around his friend with the other arm and squeezed him into an embrace. “never mind aboot that bastart,” he joked. “how’re ye?”

“Hearing you were well, having the letters read to me, was one thing.” A man could lie in a letter, as to not cause concern, or discourage further aid. “To feel that you’re well, to have you standing beside me, is a great relief.” that new roughness had even made it to Maddox’s lips, as they brushed against his knuckles.

Though his attention was centered on Maddox, his face was angled towards the floor, as to better hear the man’s rasp and rumble. “You’ve had duties to carry out, as both a man and a witcher.” Even with his height, he felt dwarfed by the sheer mass Maddox possessed, when the man pulled him in. “I am as well as one can be, and shockingly better off than many.” Who knew a man such as he would escape the attack unscathed? “I’ve Lord Marchant to thank for that.”

Mercury felt permission implied by the contact, and reached up to press his palm against Maddox’s cheek, his thumb tracing under the man’s eye. “And how have you fared, with these years of service?”

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stonecoldbergianking:

his body was giving in fully to the pleasures it felt. from those hands on his furry cheeks to the way he was being stroked off. all of it fueled both mind and body. his mind filling with memories of their time in the war, as well as amazing it felt right now to be this close to mercury again. though he couldn’t help the soft grin that spread across his features as he felt a sudden smidge of stickiness on his fingers. “am i really doing that much of a good job my friend?”

his words slowly died down as he felt those lips on his jaw, the soft nature causing him to smile before he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. those fingers soon pushed into him, and all the king could do was gasp for air as he too leaked within mercury’s grasp. “by the gods…” he moaned out softly, his walls clenching down softly around mercury’s fingers as he gently squeezed the man’s cock.

“There’s something about you, my friend,” Mercury muttered against the man’s lips. Then he gasped. Herc’s grip around his fingers matched the squeeze around his cock, his imagination allowing him to confuse which was where. “You’ve always had your way with me, and I’ve always moved to your rhythm.”

The two fingers in Heracles spread apart, making space for a third. “Will you take me standing, my king?” Mercury made his point by pulling up gently with hooked fingers, really working the man open. “Or would you rather rest your legs, and sit on one of these tables?”