Striking for Brothers

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Chapter 5: Trials of Godhood

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Castius was cut and his armor ripped from him, only his knee-high platelegs left on him. He was sure he would be slain, Argul’s blood lust extending from his former master to him. Death was welcomed though, for shaming his goddess. Castius had no purpose now. He’d failed the only task Zilyana had left him.

Thrust to the stone tab he’d slumbered upon face first, his backside was exposed completely to the orc. His huge ass, furry down to his asshole and taint was in view of the beast until his crown was taken, and Castius turned around. “No!” he grunted, the treasure taken from him at last. His breasts were so full in the beasts view, shaped like a man’s chest but round and fatty like a tavern whore’s tits. A forest of hair covered his pale skin, nipples so pink, just like his pussy lips beneath his bush.

His bosom heaved with anguish. Argul was towering over him, the power of Zilyana’s circlet taking. Castius himself was braced against the slab of rest, legs spread, snatch all but exposed.

“My brothers will not fail where I have,” he growled, glaring at his enemy. “They will finish you. They’ve already awakened.”

Damn, was every position Castius did meant to intice others? No way someone created by Zilyana was meant to look so appetizing. Then again, Garador chose Argul as his general, and Garador was no innocent to say the least. He wondered if that ass would be as good as the teasing lips.

Focus.

He examined the circlet in his hands while Castius talked the useless threats. It looked rather small, and the laurel wasn't his preferred styled. However, it shone for a moment, before changing. He remembered for a split second how it looked like on the goddess, before he returned his attention to the new accessory in his hands. Larger, it was a dark red, with horns protruding from it. It was much more his style. He put it on and it was a perfect fit after all.

He could feel the power flowing through him immediately. It was like when he was in the presence of the two gods fighting each other, except this time he knew that he was closer to their level. Back then he didn't dare interfere for fear of his own life, but now he was starting to gain power everywhere. The rush made his blood pump to his cock, always turned on after a fight.

"It's time for you to truly awaken," he said menacingly as he grabbed Castius' breasts in his hands. They squeezed and squeezed, sweat and hair making it erotic all the while. Then another immediately went down and grabbed the fat lips down below, a finger sliding in between them as the palm rubbed at the large clit at the same time. "You're going to feel what it's like to have a sword in you," he stated, confirming his true intentions now.

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Chapter 5: Trials of Godhood

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It was not subtle. For Castius had a fat snatch, pubes dark and wild, his delicate thong doing nothing to hide the fact. Only accentuating the juicy lips as it gripped them tightly.

“Creatures like you think only with their blades,” Castius retorted, serenity filling him as the air hummed with the beginnings of a fight. It had been long, but the angel’s “I follow my heart and soul, not my manhood.” Closing his eyes, the warrior gathered himself. He stood still, his voluptuous body on display, the golden leaves upon his head bright with his armor.

Within a moment, the battle commenced. 

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Castius’ blade skittered away as he fell back. His body glistened with sweat from strained effort, Argul holding his ground expertly and savagely. But the angel was not strong enough to defeat him, and he stared up at the orcan beast with defeat and rage.

“I will die before I reveal to you where the treasure is!” he snapped, furred stomach heaving with breath, his thigh legs spread from his stance of defeat. Little would Argul have to look if he had not figure it out already– Zilyana’s circlet rested atop his head’s thick black curls.

Argul licked his lips as the light emanating from Castius adjusted now. All of Castius' little details showed, such as the exposed skin and openings in Castius's armor. It might be a greatsword he wielded, but Argul could practically be a surgeon with it, especially now that he adjusted to its weight. Lighter than his own, but it would do.

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Argul's blade pointed down at Castius' body. It wasn't the armor, that much was certain. His luck, as the greatsword might not have been able to fight for long against the armor of Zilyana. He noticed during the fight that all the little cuts that he gave Castius healed up right away. It had to be the circlet of regeneration. But it looked like the servant must not have been able to properly wield it, for the other's stamina was quickly drained.

"Aw, there's no need for that," he replied. He stepped between Castius' legs and swung deceptively quick at the armor covering Castius' thick pussy. The band snapped and revealed Castius' purity. Then Argul reached down and grabbed at the angel's armor before throwing him at the stone table from earlier. He was toying with Castius now, as his own cock started stirring from the battle. Seeing the hairy snatch and the muscle stud's chest jiggle as if they were breasts made Argul's desire grow.

"The treasure can't cover up your 'purity', so it's obviously not the armor." He stuck the sword into the ground, letting it stand in case he would need it. "Your weapon didn't break mine, so it's not the ultimate weapon." He was standing above Castius now, sneering down at him. "So it can only be the circlet," he stated, snatching the laurel wreath from Castius' head.  

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Chapter 5: Trials of Godhood

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Zilyana was graceful and just, but her purity was her downfall. She did not possess the ferocity to emerge victorious in the war of creation, and she paid the ultimate price for it. So when she used the last of her energy to bestow her treasure to her three most powerful servants, that appeared to be that. The trinity were hidden and hidden well, though they were still bound to the mortal realm. 

Darkness was Castius’ existence now, a slumber that would last until Garador’s scorned and once faithful servant was wronged. The last thing the raven haired archangel remembered before become a valkyrie was his goddess’ face, her gift to him to protect at any means. Suddenly, life returned to him. He lay on a stone tab, armor glowing, skin as alive as ever. Castius’s sword was centered on his body, his purpose clear, no time to waste. Light spread from him as he sat up, torches lit not by fire but by his power. Ethereal and mesmerizing. Leading the demon-god’s protege to where he sought. 

“She warned this day would come,” he spoke quietly, solemn as he remembered the deity he served. “Tell me, how long has it been since she fell?”

Slowly, Castius moved from his position, baring himself cloak, silver and all in the light of his wake. He was beautiful and armored, but his haired body exposed. For his goddess created her soldiers to possess the might of man, but still she shaped them womanly, no cocks but cunts of pureness instead. 

Beauty was something Zilyana was skilled at. Even in the making of her servants. Argul had to admit, if he saw a man like the one before him among the mortals, he would have taken him on the spot. Though there was the difference as his eyes traveled down the forest, hinting at the space inside this one's armor. The platform had changed as well, torches appearing out of nowhere and reflecting the light coming from Castius.

"Oh, does it really matter?" he responded with a smirk. Argul remembered hearing of Castius's 'light' being able to turn night into day. It was to be Zilyana's beacon for the mortals to follow in the fate of man, but Argul only wanted the item Castius guarded. He saw the sword and wondered if that was merely the form it took. Or could it be the circlet, hidden from view? The armor itself couldn't have been the third item. All he knew was that each one would change its appearance according to the one wielding it.

He took the greatsword he was saving for these battles. It was nothing like his own weapon, but it'd be fun knowing how well it would stand up against such a divine blade. The dark sword shimmered with Argul's power, the one he had earned on his own and not given to him by Garador.

"Who would have thought Zilyana would give you a sword, when you have none underneath that armor?" he taunted as he stepped closer, swinging his sword slowly to warm up his shoulders.

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Chapter 5: Trials of Godhood

Argul swung the blunt machete through the forest of overgrown plants. It wasn't his true weapon, though that was taken from him. He knew that his former lord and master was strong, but he didn't think that they would ever do something so underhanded. Only a weakling and coward would do that, instead of dealing with him directly. However, it was no problem. Argul had found out information where those items were kept, and no one was using them at the moment. He knew what they could do, as he had a seat at the battle, watching as those two divine beings battled it out. However, Zilyana was too weak to deal the final blow. That was her downfall, but it wouldn't be Argul's. He'd get all three items and take down Garador.

It took a few days to get to the entrance. Each morning had brought about new trials, when finally Argul had grown enraged enough to bring out more of his strength and start leveling any trees in his path, before he could grow more lost in the ever growing forest. Panting, he finally reached the entrance to the dungeon, the path of destruction behind him slowly starting to heal already. Argul wondered about that, taking note of the power.

He entered the dungeon, following the only path. The walls were weathered, and lead to stairs going up. Which made no sense, as the place only looked like one floor outside. However, he knew the tricks of the gods and figured it was similar to the forest. So he walked up the steps to a platform, hidden in trees he never realized were there. It was empty, but he could still feel a presence.

"Show yourself!" he barked out, voice echoing.

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Chapter 4 || Whores of Heaven

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Tobias loved a huge cock in his pussy, admittedly far more than a arduous battle, and fortunately for the warrior this orcan cock was bigger than huge, monstrous at the very least. But as much as he wished to continue his ride on the wonderful intrusion, he was here to serve. So, with a shudder, he slid wetly off the prick as he and his fellow angel rearranged themselves. 

Castius settled on his back delicately, his haired breasts so heavy they fell to the side as he spread his legs beneath Argul, opening his fat snatch fully to the towering creature. Tobias was there, just off to the side of the other, to rub at the brunette’s cunt, through the wild curls of his dark pubes. To entice the orc.

“May the gods have mercy…” Castius breathed, staring at the weapon that was the orc’s cock. Still, he spread his thighs further, showing to the chieftain he would accept him no matter the struggle it would be. Just as Tobias had done.

Argul watched as the two angels positioned themselves to his orders, laying on the bed of furs that to orcs was just on the ground, but to the human-sized angels would be elevated. Seing the muscular form of Castius rest, muscles and ass spreading to the sides, his pecs looking like they were drooping to either side. It would have been better to call them breasts, and he would have said so if Tobias hadn't brought notice to Castius' pink lips, hidden under the forest of dark fur that covered the angel. It was a welcome contrast to Tobias' smooth skin.

"The gods aren't the ones fucking you," replied Argul with a smirk, as he stroke his cock in front of them. He knew that the angel realized that it wasn't going to have any control this time, that it would be at the mercy of Argul. He got on the bed of furs and rubbed his cock along the entrance of the familiar lips a few times, before sliding it in with no problem at all. However, he made sure his entire length went in at once, never going in slowly.

"You. Come sit on his face. Make him work," he ordered, wanting to see the two angels pleasuring each other as well. He saw Castius as a more obedient one of the two, with Tobias more assertive personality about getting pleasure amusing. Plus, he might then see both sets of muscular breasts shake, as he started sliding out and thrusting back in with increasing force. His heavy ball sack could be heard as it slapped the thighs of the angel.

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Chapter One || The Pleasures of Edenia

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Too paralyzed by the powerful aftershocks of his orgasm that were intensified by the relentless push of orcan cock within him, Tobias did little to react to the other wrapping an arm around his smaller frame. Pulled in, head tugged back, the Edenian welcomed Argul’s long tongue into his mouth as they kissed, sloppy and wet, hot breaths and hungry moans coming from the blond as they slipped and sucked at each other.

How lewd the pair were in their coupling, drenched in sweat and Tobias’ fluids, fucking like beasts before the king’s very throne that symbolized honor and sovereignty over his people.

“I desire your seed,” Tobias groaned once he was able to form his words. “Use my body, orc. Fuck me to your cock’s content, but do not deny me this.” His hands came to grip the tops of Argul’s shoulder, doing his best to push down onto the thrusts, squeezing his pussy tight around the monstrous green member rhythmically. “I wish to carry your heir,” he breathed against his lover’s lips. “I wish to breed.”

To hear a king, especially one that Argul had started respecting, utter those words made the Orc Chief be filled with even more of the pure lust and desire he had for the other. They defiled this throne, which upon first look was beautiful and emitted honor when Tobias sat in it. Now it was only another seat, albeit a large one, that would hold the secret of Tobias' debasement.

Then Tobias began milking his cock, causing Argul to moan out into the throne room, sound echoing across the marble walls. So close he was, the thought of cum covering all over the king's body enough to bring him to the edge. It was one more motion that finally did it. He had started jackhammering into Tobias, and after a few more minutes of doing that and those thoughts, Argul felt it.

With a roar he shot his Orcan cum into the Edenian king. Load after load hit the walls of Tobias' inner lips, being pushed even deeper with each thrust. Most spilled out onto their thighs, as even the tightest would be unable to keep Argul's cum completely in with his wild motions. With the past battle and everything he did tonight, his load could fill whole barrels full it seemed. After forever did Argul finally start slowing down sweat covering his body as it glistened underneath the moonlight that shone into the room.

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Jed’s eyes tore aware from the alpha’s face for one reason and one reason only: gunfire. It boomed and cracked through the night air in a burst of suddenness, and all hell broke loose. A few men, some his own and some not went down quick. But Jed, he was quick enough to dive for cover. And, he was smart enough to make a run for it too.

He broke through one of the sheds behind the warehouse. The gunfire was distant, no one would find him here. Not anyone he didn’t want finding him, that was. So, Jed waited. He was sure the other had seen him. He could only hope he made it out alive.

Thomas had finally found the omega, wanting to make sure he was safe. Admist all of the wolves that were out there, his scent was the one thing he could focus on. The wolf's heartbeat all he could hear. Until the sound pierced through. He saw Jed run from the other side, so Thomas followed as well. The Alpha used his speed to catch up to Jed's scent, the one he memorized from the countless hours they spent together.

"Jed," he said as he found the shed. He threw around some special vials that destroyed the smell of wolves so no one could find them here. Making sure no one had followed him, Thomas walked through the opening and found the omega waiting for him. Immediately he closed the distance between them and grabbed the other's face, pulling Jed in to a deep kiss. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt?" he asked, sniffing to see if he could smell blood.

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Chapter One || The Pleasures of Edenia

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Tobias’ stamina was nearly unrivaled, but even know his legs began to burn with the force it took to fully encompass the thick length of the orcan cock. Still, he pushed past his limits with a fueling passion, his pink lips stretched snug around Argul, muscles jostling with every snap his hips made down against his partner’s.

While nothing had or would ever compare to lying with an orc, Tobias had to admit to himself that riding Argul for their night together would not suffice. He knew what he wanted, and it was more. Just as he was beginning to slow himself, forming the words that would command the chieftain to adjust himself for his pleasure now, Argul moved them both into an embrace, standing, leaving the immortal speechless.

“Gods…” Tobias breathed as he wrapped his legs around the orc’s thick waist, adjusting to the new ways the phallus inside him pressed firmly against his inner walls. His hands found purchase at gripping the backside of Argul’s hands as he was distanced and suspended, held securely in place by the other’s strength. Picking up from where they left off, Argul’s hips moved, and Tobias’ voiced his response with a moan, tossing his head back as his toes curled and body spasmed. The king’s cunt had spurted, ever so slightly, juices adding to their wet mess.

There were legends of Argul's stamina, as he never seem to tire in battle. It was limitless, that the rage was fueling him, he was spelled. Passion fueled Argul's energy, and Argul always thought he would only feel that passion in battle, as none seemed to keep up with him in bed. However, this strange new ally did in both the battlefield and in bed. Or the throne in their particular case.

He thought he wanted Tobias leaning away from him in order to see all those muscles react to being fucked, but the orc pulled him back into his embrace. One massive arm wrapped around Tobias's lower back and the other hand tugged on Tobias's hair to tilt the king's head. He pressed their lips together again, a mixture of licks and bites as he continued to pound into Tobias. The orc felt that spurt, as the movements surrounding his cock were different and his legs even felt like more was dripping down it.

Unable to bring about words, Argul grunted louder to show he knew what happened. He repeated the same movements now, as the squirt had sent a tingle straight to his orchood. He knew the more that happened, the closer he'd get to finally having a release he truly enjoyed.

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Chapter 3: The King and I

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Persistent this one was.

Jerrod had barely given effort at this point. His hold was inescapable, stocky limbs solid in their grasp around the intruder’s body. The kings arms were tight, and were only getting tighter the more the other struggled, and it wouldn’t be more than a few seconds longer until the man was out cold, completely defenseless.

Sighing, Jerrod pulled away and stood slowly, before reaching down to sling the man over his shoulder.

It was only a handful of minutes later that Jerrod had sat the intruder onto the single chair that accompanied his eating table. He’d torn bolts from his sheets, tying the man’s ankles to the legs of the seat, his wrists tightly to the back supports. The Elesian wouldn’t kill him, not now at least, but he would need to interrogate. As soon as the other woke.

Standing a pace’s distance from the unconscious stranger, Jerrod–with his back to him– picked the grapes from the bowl at the table. His was completely bare now, the moon shining through the vast opening of his bedchambers to paint him in its pale light. It accentuated every part of him: his thick chiseled form, the silver hair that covered nearly every part of his body, the supple curve of his ass. He was beautiful creature, a vision no mortal would ever have the honor of witnessing.

Beast recovered relatively quickly, but not fast enough to avoid being tied up. He could feel the soreness from everywhere he was hit. Opening his eyes, he saw the floor where he was defeated first before trying to get up. That's when he realized that he was tied up.

He tried to pull his legs and arms out, but they were so tightly bound, he could feel the fabrics trying to dig into his skin. What did they use here? he thought before his eyes readjusted to the lighting in the room. There he was.

The beauty that distracted him and made him hesitate. Beast knew it was the same man that put him in this position, but he couldn't be angry. Just angry at himself. He was going to speak, but he couldn't find himself to say anything. Beast knew that the only reason he was alive was to give information. Either he died from this being's hand, or he miraculously escaped and was killed by the rebels for failing miserably.

"Mm," he grunted out, to signify that he was awake.

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Chapter 2 || AU || Carnal Mediation

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Castius’ head was swimming in delight, but neither his focus nor determination were lost. His stare was still deep and intense, even from down on his knees, two cocks in his hands, one half way in his mouth, navigating it like a whore in a brothel instead of something holy and ethereal. 

His stroking had since gained a bit of speed, and with each deft stroke, Aman and Sameer’s heavy balls swayed. The paladin’s lips glistened where they wrapped and sheathed Abhay’s, coating it with spit as he bobbed down deeper and deeper, until his nose buried into the thick curls nestled at the member’s base. Swallowing around it, Castius did not waver as his tongue swirled its girth, tracing the thick veins, pushing the excess skin back to free its head.

Slowly, he removed his mouth from Abhay. As much as he would have enjoyed making a man of the boy, there were two other men he had yet to worship. Swallowing some of the saliva in his mouth, Castius’ body flexed, and a thick trickle of his holy juices dripped from the tightness between his legs as he took Sameer next. 

Sameer had the loosest morals out of the three and decided that considering the situation they were in, kissing his son a little was alright. He leaned in to Abhay's neck and started marking it while the youngest kissed Aman. Sameer's hand moved to feel Abhay's strong muscles until he felt a warm mouth around his cock. Somehow it was greater than many of the whores he sampled, and the boss let out a loud gasp against his son's shoulder.

Abhay let out a small whine as the warmth went away from his cock. However, it was also because Aman seemed to be embracing him as well. He always did admire the other's muscles and strength. Abhay lowered his head and looked at his father, eyes visibly lost in the sensuality of the situation. Lips covered in saliva, he kissed his father. Eyes open, he looked down and saw Castius' massive body, covered in sweat while his own hard-on was grinding against Sameer's body.

Aman didn't mind Abhay turning away from him towards his father. He loved the bond that the father and son had, wishing he had one of his own. However, he decided to join in their fun. With Abhay's back turned, Aman pressed his muscular body against him, cock sliding in between the young ass cheeks. He groaned, wanting to stick his cock in something now, but he waited as the grinding was providing some relief.

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Chapter 3: The King and I

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Jerrod the Ancient, in all his years of existence, had never once been bested. His men, ferocious and like no other on the battlefield, were the only ones who had gotten close.

The odds would not be in favor of the intruder, it was certain. Still the man tried, thrashing and striking with his limbs wrapped around the trunk of the king’s body. Jerrod felt no pain, hardly any discomfort, and he kept his offense up, waiting for a moment of weakness to completely overpower his opponent. It came sooner than he expected.

In a split second, he felt the intruder’s ferocity loosen. Quickly, Jerrod twisted their bodies in a fluid move until his own thick legs wrapped around the man’s body, his arms locking his head between his bearded chin and chest. The Elesian pressed, not enough to kill, but just enough to choke. “Sleep,” he gritted through his teeth, strength unrelenting. “If you wish to live a day longer.”

Beast growled as best he could despite the hole. "Like there's a point to live longer." He failed. First one he went up against, and he was taken rather easily. All because this guy had a good-looking face. Beast still struggled however and tried to roll around.

Less air. Hard to think. Random drawer. Maybe...

Beast slammed his back against it, which would hit Jerrod instead. He hoped that it would work, but considering how dark his vision already was, the would-be assassin figured it didn't. His eyes closed and his body went limp.

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Chapter One || The Pleasures of Edenia

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The savageness Tobias had seen on the battlefield was not reserved solely for slaughter. The moment that Argul understood they were equals here– the moment that Argul took hold of the Edenian’s hips, was the moment the ancient king knew he would see the heavens on that very night.

The orc rammed himself into his body whole. Tobias couldn’t help the shout that ripped from his throat as his head was tossed back, his body arching, his hands moving to grip Argul’s wrists with bruising strength. The blonde felt himself accommodating, his body stretching and rearranging to welcome the massive intrusion into the slick, wet heat. Argul’s cock was monstrous, and it as if it was pushing him apart, splitting him into two.

“Fuck me,” Tobias commanded, his short nails digging into the thick green skin where they found purchase. Something had overtaken him, something dark that spread through his veins like liquid fire and prompted movement from his own body. Using his grip for balance, Tobias was able to angle his body so that his thick thighs spread wide, exposing his muscle torso and wide-spread lips to the orc. On trembling thighs his began thrusting, meeting Argul’s forceful thrusts with angry bucks of his own, squeezing his walls down along the brute’s deliciously agonizing member, milking it, craving the sticky prize that would fill him to his brim.

Argul leaned his head back against the marble throne the grip around the throbbing cock sending shots of pleasure to his head. Feeling the force from Tobias's bucking simply added to it all and moans filled the hall. Everyone was at the feast outside in the encampment, and while they were building a bond with each other over the glorious battle, their leaders were creating their own bond, one that Argul knew he would never let go or share with anyone else.

After a while of just slightly raising his hips from sitting down, Argul had adapted to the position and grew slightly bored of it. No, he was not the type to just let his partner ride him the entire time. He needed to be active too. So he wrapped his arms around Tobias's sweaty torso, pulling the king close. The Edenian's face was pressed against Argul's massive pecs. With a grunt, the orc chieftain rose from the throne and stood, as if he was about to speak to an audience.

"Hold on," he growled out before leaning Tobias away just a bit. Once Argul could see the face and torso, he locked his hands together and began pumping into Tobias. He could feel the weight of the warrior king on his body trying to pull him down, but like a great oak he stood firm and tall as each thrust buried the cock in Tobias's lips. 

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Chapter 2 || AU || Carnal Mediation

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Castius could not deny the pleasure of entertaining multiple men at one time, and he could down deny how delicious if felt to have the hands belonging to the men he was with no all over his skin, their wicked lips casting lust to his holy body. Kissing, rubbing, grinding, the paladin fed off of their desire for him. 

The heat between his legs grew wetter with each passing second, and it was with complete accordance that the ethereal being sank to his knees. Crystalline eyes cast up at the faces of the men who’d soon ravish him, Castius felt the heat of their members once they were freed, bobbing at his jaw, beckoning him for attention. 

His hands reached out on either side of him, running up bare thighs to quickly take hold of two sets of balls, heavy in his grip as he kneaded the sensitive skin, a bit prickly with hair. Finally his set his sights on the cock in the middle, the one belonging to Abhay, directly before lips and leaned in to slip the tip of his tongue out against the slit of his head. 

Slowly wrapping his hands around Aman and Sameer’s lengths, the knight parted his supple lips and took the youngest man into his mouth. Immediately he went to work, swirling the velvet curl of his tongue around the salty cock, relishing its taste as he worked only portion of it with bobs and slurps. His hands began stroking the flesh in his hands, wrists fluid and deft, as he worked the young an deeper and deeper into the wet heat.

Sameer wondered how a being that apparently could decide the fate of kingdoms could act so submissive. The floor beneath Castius had spots that were visibly wet, from the juices that spilled from the holy lips he himself had just tasted a few moments ago. Only the idea of more had pried him away, so tasty they were. Staring at the divine muscle man, he was surprised to feel the grip of a hand around his cock. He was also surprised to love the firmness of it as well. 

Abhay saw how the divine being got on his knees and stared at their cocks for a moment, as if they were all giving him a feast. Tunnel vision occurred as soon as that tongue sampled Abhay’s young cock. His moans were broken, as the mouth sucked and slobbered all around the circumference of the length. Beaten only by Aman, the son was not worried at all about Castius taking his time going down the length, as he occupied himself with looking at the older men. He looked at Aman and couldn’t help himself. 

His eyes closed as he succumbed further into the lustful orgy they were all participating in. Aman was never the type to do something like this, but something about Castius made him feel alright to do so. Not realizing it at first, Aman felt lips against his own and without opening them, he returned the kiss. His hands rested on Abhay’s lower back, while the other rested on Castius’ head, moving as it bobbed up and down the length until eventually it reached the base.