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Over a handful of visits to the Temple of Silence, and as a disciple of one of the Seven pillars, Al Haitham found himself especially connected to such rich history. Though, with this, came upholding a relationship with Heryshaf, the Goat King. It had been tense as of recently, but not the typical tension that’d be held between such two figures.
No, this situation was much more about emotions. There was an aura surrounding that deity, one that radiated feelings of lust. He saw the way Heryshaf looked at him. How his eyes traced around his chest and rear. The way he crossed his legs over one another, obviously hiding his mounting desire.
If he were honest with himself, he felt it too. He didn’t make his reciprocation evident, normally brushing him off as if he were merely hitting on him. Yet, as his heels dragged through the chambers of the temple, he felt that now… he couldn’t hide it any longer. There wasn’t going to be a choice anymore.
The second he entered the space, Heryshaf was already waiting for him… though he wasn’t in the state he had expected. His head, from the position he was in, looked… smaller? It was an odd thought, yes, but he noticed the little things.
His suspicions were confirmed the second the other turned around, a gasp from his throat audible throughout the chamber. His face… no longer the one he had grown so accustomed to seeing, was now one of a human, but some lingering features did remain.
Al Haitham stammered quietly, attempting to find his words. He wasn’t given even the slightest of a moment to think, as he heard the heavy footsteps of his master approaching. Usually, he’d find his ground. Not this time.
“I’ll assume you know the reason I requested your presence?" Heryshaf prompted, his footfall quieting as he stood in front of Al Haitham.
“Eh…” He paused, gathering his thoughts before he spoke up. “No, not necessarily. I assumed it was of utmost importance to you considering the urgency.”
The response he received from his master perplexed him. Laughter. Warm and cordial. He was going to speak once more, to question this, but oddly, his mouth stayed zipped shut.
Inhaling before he spoke, Heryshaf hummed, “Well, to begin, there’s something between us. Like a rope held taut, bound to tear from tension. You feel it too, do you not?”
Teeth bit down on his bottom lip. As much as he wanted to be truthful, a defiance stirred deep within him.
No… He wouldn’t give in that easily.
“So, you dragged me out here, kilometers away from any other living human being, purely so you could admit your feelings towards me?” Al Haitham huffed, his arms crossing over his chest as a show of half-hearted annoyance.
Heryshaf sighed, his hand raising towards his face in a thoughtful gesture. “That’s a rough way to put it. But yes, I suppose you could phrase it like that.”
His arms fell back to his sides as he took a more relaxed stance. “You do realize that this simple love will be pointless in the grand scheme of things? I am not immortal. Unlike you, I will age. I’ll wither away and you’ll be left alone once more.” He let out a soft sigh before continuing, “What purpose do I serve to you now? Besides being your disciple, of course.”
As he finished his sentence, his gaze practically fought with Heryshaf’s own, as if he were threatening him to choose the right retort.
Instead of a lengthy response, like he expected, he instead had his master approach him, closing the distance between them in seconds.
“Then… allow me to show you. To show you how we can utilize this time.”
A large hand gripped the back of his neck, though instead of heavy force, a gentle push forward was given. He knew exactly what he was requesting. He let him have it, sure, though he’d be difficult the entire time.
Warm, plush lips met his own, practically suffocating him as the kiss deepened. Al Haitham did his back to hold back the noises that begged to leave his throat, even so, some still slipped from within him and into Heryshaf’s mouth. Soft moans and pleading whimpers.
He wanted this too, and he knew Heryshaf knew it as well.
Al Haitham could tell by the way his master’s body trembled that he was aching to do much more than kiss. The way he kept leeching his tongue further in, the pressure from his hand tightening around him.
He couldn’t take much more of it, as it was growing hard to breathe. Fortunately for him, the other man was quick to pick up on it.
As they both caught their breath, Heryshaf spoke once more.
“From what I can decipher… You yearn for this just as much as I.” He breathed, his lips brushing against Al Haitham’s ear.
Despite trying to show his avid denial in the face of this truth, it was pointless.
“Have your assumptions… I have no comment otherwise.”
His master didn’t make another move, instead speaking his thoughts aloud.
“Al Haitham, I am requesting your consent to proceed further with… this arrangement.”
Sighing, he gave a nod. “You may… I just am unsure what you expect from this, master.”
His master’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close as he began to speak once more. “You must understand, I haven’t felt this throbbing in my chest for ages. You, my dear, are one of a kind.”
Those strong hands began to undress him during the brief silence. First was his cape.
“I know you will not be around for my lifetime, but in the time you are…”
Then his top.
“I’ll savor every moment.”
His breath hitched as the cool air of the space hit his bare chest. Along with this, his nipples hardened with the movement. “Mh… Not wasting a second… I see.” Al Haitham purred, having let his walls fall somewhat. “I’m sure your heart isn’t the only part of you that’s throbbing…”
“Hm. Even with your demeanor, I didn’t expect such unruly behavior…”
A soft chuckle came from within Al Haitham’s chest, speaking exactly what he had in mind. “You believe I simply don’t receive eyes from any other? I may not be taken, but I assure you, I still know exactly which buttons of yours to press.”
It hadn’t even been a few minutes before Al Haitham had been stripped nude, the only article lingering being his gloves. The two of them now were placed in a secluded corner of the chamber, one that had been set up as if Heryshaf had been awaiting this moment for heaven knows how long… There was a mat on the floor, along with a basin of water and a cloth. To touch, the mat was surprisingly soft from initial observation.
While he was perplexed by the preparation, his master made the first move. Gently, he was guided towards the mat, Heryshaf positioned at the space between his legs as he laid down. And, of course, he had to say something about his body. Though, it wasn’t about his genitalia in the sense he thought he’d question.
“You’re already soaked… Surely you were anticipating this as well?” His master crooned, gently stroking Al Haitham’s slit before pressing in.
His breath caught in his throat, body tensing as he tried to form a comeback in his mind. “Mnnh… hnn—!” As much as he did his damnedest to try to collect himself, to adjust to this intrusion, he couldn’t. Heryshaf’s fingers were so thick, it was hard to think… The only thing that went through his mind was how big he’d actually be.
“Oh hush. I’m merely preparing you…” Heryshaf scolded, his fingers inching further in with each shuttering breath Al Haitham released.
Soft whines escaped his lips as his body twitched. Every thrust of his fingers sent another moan into the air. As much as he wanted to be a brat, to make things difficult, he couldn’t find it in himself. It felt entirely too good, even with fingering alone.
He lie there for minutes. Though to him, it felt as if time flew by, pulling away from him even though he wanted this moment to last for eternity. But at some point, Heryshaf pulled away. He bitched and moaned, of course. A needy thing he was.
“You’re such a prick…” Al Haitham muttered under his breath.
Heryshaf quipped back immediately, “That’s rich coming from you.”
To add onto his retort, he slipped down his pants, just enough to remove his throbbing length from their confine. Alhaitham’s string of complaints stopped almost instantaneously. His master was impressive… That was to say the least.
It was as if he didn't have any time at all before one thing after another happened. Next thing he knew, Heryshaf’s face was above his own, his cock pressed against the slit of his cunt.
Almost as if his body had a mind of its own, his legs raised up, wrapping around only part of Heryshaf’s hips, unable to fully due to the sheer size difference between the two of them.
Clearing his throat, his master spoke once more. “Now, Al Haitham… Are you ready for me?”
Cringing internally, Al Haitham mumbled, “Please shut up… for both of our sake.”
He tensed as Heryshaf finally entered him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Each inch… each throbbing inch had him questioning when he’d be fully inside. Every time he thought he was fully sheathed, he was wrong. Even as he looked at him, it felt as if his eyes were going right through him.
Honestly, he hadn’t realized how much he’d been reacting…
With a grunt from Heryshaf, it gave Al Haitham the confirmation that he was inside completely.
He felt so out of it. His master hadn’t even started moving and he was already so close to cumming from his earlier ministrations.
“Do not think that I’ll take this gently, especially with your earlier offenses.” And without a second to waste, he set a pace that took the air straight from Al Haitham’s lungs.
Gasping, Al Haitham’s hands reached at anything to dig his nails into. Anything he could stabilize himself with. But alas, being on his back, there was nothing to grab onto but the deity above him. His stubbornness, of which he had pushed to the side during foreplay, came back full force.
With this determination to give his master the hardest time he could, he released his legs from around Heryshaf, pushing him away as he didn’t have a hold on him.
A sly smirk took his face as he watched Heryshaf’s confusion take over his face. It was much more visible in this form anyway. Much more delicious to look at as well. It was the way his eyebrows furrowed in frustration that gave him the thrill he so desperately craved.
Despite feeling empty again, he knew that he would be full once more here soon.
Growling, his master spoke once more. “You act like a spoiled, petulant brat.”
Al Haitham only gave a smug grin in response, a bit of his upper teeth showing.
“If that’s how you’re going to behave, then so be it.”
He watched with satisfaction as Heryshaf pulled away… but within seconds, that shit-eating grin was wiped clean from his face. His master had him pinned instantly. One hand around his neck, applying pressure, but just enough to get him excited. The other put next to his head, of which he could only vaguely see from his fading peripheral.
“Mhh…uh…”
He was released just as quickly, leaving him gasping… yet wanting more. Whining, he pleaded, “Hhuuh… Give me more…” His voice croaked.
His needs were met immediately, as the emptiness once felt was replaced once more with his master’s warmth. Even better, Heryshaf applied pressure to his clit as he fucked him like a wild beast. It wouldn’t be long before he came.
Every detail about this experience aroused him. The authority. The size difference.
Fuck… The more he thought about it, the more the pressure in his groin built.
Those fingers circling his clit slipped down further, pressing into his entrance. Even though he thought he couldn’t take anymore, to stretch any wider, he managed to accommodate it. He could feel his master’s thumb still on his entrance, making him spiral further into pleasure.
He was close… so close. He needed something to grab while he came. This is when he took notice of Heryshaf’s horns. Oh… perfect.
Clasping his hands around either side of his horns, Al Haitham used his strength to bring his master close to him, faces hovering in front of one another before Heryshaf took the memo.
A kiss. It was tender… in some manner, but mostly full of lust for one another. Lips met one another with such ferocity that it seemed both of them were surprised, but neither of them spoke up.
At some point during this sloppy makeout session, Al Haitham finally found release. It was intense, and so much so to the point he bit down on his master’s tongue… Not enough to cause real harm, but enough to get Heryshaf’s hips moving at a pace his mind couldn’t process. He was moaning like a whore, as he heard himself loud and clear without his earpieces attached.
Over the next few seconds, his moans turned into whines. He was growing overstimulated… He did want to speak up, but at the same time, it felt too good being treated as such.
His master’s cockslut. And more so… an avid learner.