Chapter Four
Aaron burrowed against Wren’s chest and Wren threaded his fingers through Aaron’s beautiful golden curls. They’d played half the night. Touching, kissing. Wren had made sure to make Aaron come several times.
And despite his scars, the other Doxie was a sight to behold. Writhing, gasping, pleading with his blue eye.
Malum wasn’t in the room. He must have left while they’d been asleep. A tray of food sat on the table along with another object. Wren sat up.
“Hey…” He shook Aaron. The boy yawned, stretched, and latched onto Wren’s nipple. He laughed. “Malum left us food, and something else.”
Aaron looked. He climbed off the bed and padded over to the table.
“What is it?”
Aaron showed Wren a stick with a sharpened end that had been burned and paper. Aaron scribbled on the paper and showed it to Wren.
Can you read?
“Of course I can read. Greek and the Queen’s English. I can read Sanskrit too, but no one writes in that anymore.”
Aaron cocked his mouth to the side while he wrote something else.
Wren read it.
I need you to tell Taurus he can’t trust Wolf. No matter what. Sol is helping them, and they are going to do something terrible.
“Like what?”
Taurus has been talking about a war. That the other gods here will be soldiers, that they will fight for Wolf and Sol.
A war? Between gods. Wren pulled out a chair and motioned for Aaron to sit. Wren put another chair next to him.
“Did Wolf take you from your god?”
Aaron wrote for a very long time. Wren broke apart the fresh bread and put it with a piece of meat, unspoiled and tender. He offered some to Aaron who shook his head. “You need to eat, or Malum will be angry.”
Aaron held up a finger and kept writing. Wren finished several pieces of meat and bread, drank a glass of milk, and ate some fruit. Aaron handed him the paper. While Wren read Aaron ate.
By the time Wren was done reading everything from the moment Sol had claimed Aaron to when Sol had taken him away at the Banquet, his heart ached.
“I’m sorry.”
Aaron finished a cup of milk. He shook his head.
“Someone needs to be sorry.” Wren leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Aaron’s. “You’re safe now. Taurus will never let Wolf or Sol have you, and Malum will help him protect you.”
Aaron took back the pencil and paper and wrote some more.
We can’t let Taurus go to war against Alton.
“He won’t.” Surely, he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Starting a war would hurt Doxies, and Taurus would never allow that.
The scratch of the pencil filled the silence.
Wren read.
Taurus may not have a choice. Wolf made him pledge his honor. That seemed very important to Taurus.
“It is.” The bull-god didn’t have much to his name but his honor.
Aaron hugged the paper to his chest.
“What?”
Aaron shrugged. He might not have been able to speak, but his expression said everything his voice couldn’t.
“This isn’t your fault.”
He nodded, then shook his head. Aaron wrote on the paper. If I had died, then Sol and Wolf wouldn’t have been able to use Taurus.
“Taurus needed ambrosia. He would have done it for the flowers if it hadn’t been from a Doxie.” No god could withstand ambrosia madness. Even Malum was susceptible. “I’m glad it was you.” Wren took the paper and pencil from Aaron’s arms and put it on the table. “I like you. You’re much more fun than flowers.”
Aaron smiled and silently laughed.
Wren stood. “I wish it wasn’t so cold topside. I miss the sun.” He ran his hand down Aaron’s tanned skin. Wren was still darker than Aaron, but Wren had lost the sun-kissed glow a while back.
Aaron took Wren’s hand and brushed his lips over his knuckles. Wren stepped closer, erasing the distance between them. “I really like you being here with me.”
Aaron kissed Wren’s chest.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
Aaron kissed Wren’s mouth. He held Aaron there and forced his lips apart. Aaron opened to Wren, feeding him his tongue, inhaling his breath. Wren walked Aaron towards the bed.
“Just one more time. Before you leave.”
Aaron nodded. He grabbed the jar of cream before he got on the bed.
Wren climbed up over him. Aaron held up the jar. Wren shook his head. “Not yet. I want you to get on your knees.”
Aaron did, but he also gave Wren a questioning look. “I want to spank you.”
Oh, and wasn’t Aaron’s smile blinding. Aaron nodded.
Wren got behind him. “I love doing this.” He drew back his hand and slapped Aaron’s ass cheek. The contact stung the palm of Wren’s hand and left glowing fingerprints on Aaron’s skin. He nodded at Wren, so he hit Aaron again. Each slap made Aaron rock, and his cheeks darken. His beautiful blue eye became glassy with heat. Wren’s cock wept, and he kept striking Aaron’s ass cheeks one after the other as hard and fast as he could. Aaron shuddered.
“Don’t come. Not yet.” Wren snatched up the jar and scooped up a glob of cream. It had been so long since he’d had something so wonderful on his skin. “Aaron.” He looked at Wren. “I want…I want to…” Could Wren even ask? He took a breath. “I want to fist you, but I want you to do the same to me.”
Aaron clenched his eye shut and licked his lips. When he opened it, he nodded. Wren lay down on his side in the opposite direction of Aaron. A warm swipe over Wren’s cock made him jump. “Hey, don’t do that. I don’t want to come yet.” And he would. Aaron’s mouth was magical. Wren smeared the cream over Aaron’s hole. He scooped up another palm full before handing the jar to Aaron. Wren worked two fingers into Aaron’s opening. The ring of muscle clenched so tight, it almost made Wren wish he’d fucked Aaron instead. Then the cold cream was slathered between Wren’s ass cheeks. He bent his knee and pulled his hips forward giving Aaron a better angle. Aaron did the same, and they held each other, their bodies almost forming a circle.
Aaron pushed two fingers into Wren’s hole. It was nothing like Malum. No pain, just pleasure, wonderful, gentle pleasure. Wren sighed as Aaron pumped his fingers mimicking the pace Wren set. Wren pushed in a third, and the cream squelched around the ring of muscle. Wren’s hole burned.
“Oh, God, Aaron, that’s…” Wren worked Aaron’s hole. A soft kiss brushed the inside of Wren’s thigh. Aaron smiled at Wren and kissed his leg again. No wonder his friend Kaleb loved him. Wren hardly knew Aaron, yet his heart was already tangled. He chocked it up to being a Doxie.
“Aaron?” Wren panted as the pleasure welling in his gut tightened. “Aaron, I’m going to put the rest in.”
Aaron nodded. As Wren folded his thumb against his hand, he worried for a moment he might hurt Aaron, but if the other Doxie could take Taurus’s cock, then his fist wouldn’t be any worse. As Wren pushed his hand deeper, the sensation of being stretched and filled flowed through him. Their movements so close it was as if Wren was doing this to himself.
Wren pulled back, then curled his fingers, pushing deep again. The burn in Wren’s ass reignited and his cock threatened to empty.
“Aaron, it feels…” Absolutely, perfect. The other Doxie’s heart beat against Wren’s wrist, his hole clenched tight and then the sensation of Aaron’s fist rolling over Wren’s prostate. He did the same, and Aaron rocked his hips. “I’m gonna come.” Wren didn’t want to. The warmth of Aaron’s body over his hand was as intoxicating as the feel of the boy inside him.
Wet heat engulfed Wren’s cock followed by hard suction and the dance of silk over his slit. Wren howled as the euphoric high burst into a crackling static that curled his toes and made his stomach tighten. Cum splashed Wren’s chest as Aaron shot his load in ropes of lilac and blue. How could the boy be so potent already? Wren removed his hand at the same time Aaron did. While Aaron continued to suck Wren’s cock, he swiped up the cum off his chest and licked it from his fingers. When he’d gotten it all, he latched onto Aaron’s dick. They lay there like that, petting each other, sucking, teasing one another’s balls, and eventually release swept through Wren again and Aaron flooded his mouth with the sweet, sweet nectar of ambrosia.
Wren picked up the towel from the end of the bed and cleaned the salve from Aaron’s crack. Then Aaron took it and cleaned him. When Wren turned around so he could face Aaron, they shared an end of the terrycloth to clean the grease off their hands.
“I liked that.”
Aaron nodded.
“I haven’t got to do that in a long time.”
Aaron bit his lip.
Wren wrapped his arms around Aaron, and they tangled together in a mess of limbs. Wren petted Aaron’s hair, and Aaron stroked Wren’s back. It wasn’t long before they dozed off again, and Wren wandered in long lost dreams of city streets and rich green land, when Doxies ran together and lived in temples, where they could touch and kiss each other and serve the gods every day.
*****
There was only one good thing that came out of almost a week of being stuck with cleanup: having the excuse not to shower until the kitchen floors were scrubbed. That meant the other students were long tucked in their beds and usually asleep by the time Sonny dragged his ass to the shower.
He still hurried. Just in case Kree came in to bitch about missing a spot behind the fridge, in the far corner, where there was no light and along the seam of a rock that couldn’t even be seen without a high-powered flashlight.
Sonny slipped from the shower room into his barracks. He made sure to put his pajamas in one of the cubby holes in the shower room before he went to work, so when he was done, he could dress in private. Binding his chest always took the longest even if he could maneuver the wrap in the dark.
The empty hall carried the sounds of snoring, and wind tapping tree branches against the windows in the barracks. Sonny wanted to see Kaleb again. But he had two more days of this hell before he could get away. At least The Priest sent him daily reports.
Kaleb was better, up talking, but he refused to come out of The Priest’s cottage. That was all Sonny knew. His gut told him there was a hell of a lot more, and he wanted to know exactly what that more was.
Sonny opened the door to the dorm room he shared with Oakly and squeezed in. He kept the knob turned until he pushed it closed then eased off the tension.
Wind gust beat against the barracks. Even with the windows closed and the heat on, a chill permeated the room. If the temperature kept dropping, it could very well snow. Sonny was about to slip into the covers when a shadow smeared the windows, blocking out the moon, the stars, casting a black ripple across the floor.
He went to look. Sanctuary was a distant monolith accented with a few glowing windows. Sonny’s chest ached, and his stomach flipped. A cold chill danced down his arms prickling his skin with goose flesh.
Something was out there.
Not someone. Some thing.
It was after eleven, Sonny needed to get his ass in the bed in case Kree wanted to spring a five-mile run on him at four in the morning. In the dark. In the cold.
The wind howled.
Yeah, and probably the damn rain too.
But Sonny’s instinct, the same feeling telling him where to aim even after he’d lost sight of his target, the knowing buried deep in his chest, refused to settle. Sonny snatched up his coat and slipped his feet into his boots.
There were only two guards posted at the watch points of the training barracks. Sonny had figured out their schedule the first three nights there. The men were on eight-hour rotations, instead of six, like at Sanctuary. And where the Sanctuary guards switched off on their times, so no more than two posts were ever changing at one time, the two men at the training center came and went together at the moment their relief arrived.
Sonny had a sneaking suspicion they weren’t following protocol. But since the training barracks didn’t house Doxies, no one had corrected the issue. Which was fine by Sonny, their sloppy patrolling techniques were exactly why he’d been able to figure out all the side passages and drainage tunnels so fast. At Sanctuary, Sonny had to time everything, sometimes waiting as much as an hour before he could cross a hall without being seen.
The stairwell in the back of the kitchen led to the basement. Behind a massive generator, there was a duct covered by a steel door kept closed by a slide plate. Sonny wasn’t sure what it had originally been used for, but the height and width suggested more than air was expected to move under the ground. It exited out on the side of an embankment. Chains locked the grate at the end, but a hole had been cut through several of the bars. From the outside, the large concrete tunnel was invisible behind overgrown bushes and skeletal ivy vines.
Sonny emerged from the brush and followed the edge of the embankment.
A deep click and low growl broke through the hush of dead grass swaying and slapping together. Sonny dropped down.
Tree branches creaked, moonlight danced through the gaps, clouds wrapped the silvery darkness into a blanket of black. There, where the field between the training barracks and Sanctuary dipped, a white glow cut the night. It was too dim to be any kind of light, yet bright enough to cast white highlights around the source. Sonny stayed low and moved closer. Cold ran up the legs of his pajamas and snatched the heat from his core. He pulled up his hood, but his damp skin already burned.
He stopped again, staring at the strange object. It was as tall as Sonny. A sloping line, arching points. Sonny studied each piece putting it together in his mind. Was it a man? A god he didn’t know?
Then it moved in a wave of power. Two front legs, two back, and a…tail?
An animal. Some type of animal.
The creature jerked its head up, and Sonny flattened himself against the ground. Grass prickled his cheeks, poked up his nose, and itched his ear. The swish of grass faded.
Sonny raised his head. The moon broke through the clouds, drawing out the animal in pale lines.
Not an animal. A monster. A Chimera.
And standing in front of the creature, a person wrapped in a blanket. The dark was too dense and the distance too far for Sonny to know who it was until they spoke.
*****
You disobeyed me.
Kaleb huddled under the quilt he’d brought with him. The pitiful gown offered no protection from the wind. He fought the urge to step closer to the Chimera. It was larger now, its mane thicker, the scales on its body wider, and its claws…long black daggers with a razor edge.
The beast growled.
“I’m sorry.” Kaleb was sorry he hadn’t obeyed, but only because of how his body ached, his blood boiled, his cock wept. Shame made it impossible for him to lift his head.
He was a freak. A freak who wanted to be fucked by a monster.
Kaleb.
His name traveled through his mind in Leo’s voice on bright yellow and blue streaks. Flashes of green and orange followed bringing with them a sense of calm. Shades of red washed downward, and Kaleb’s balls pulled tight.
“No.” He tried to step back, but he couldn’t will his legs to move. “No, no, please…” Kaleb reached for the Chimera. It lowered its head. Now longer than Kaleb’s torso, it still looked awkward on its body in a way only an immature creature could.
Soft fur brushed Kaleb’s fingertips, and the heat of the Chimera’s exhale warmed his cheek. Kaleb dropped the blanket and threw his arms around the creature’s neck.
“I’m sorry.” Warmth poured from the Chimera’s body, heat so dense it warred with the cold. “I was scared. I don’t understand what’s going on. I miss…I miss Leo.”
The Chimera stepped back, and the cold sucked the breath from Kaleb’s lungs. He reached for the blanket, and the Chimera dragged it out of reach.
Strip.
Kaleb hugged himself, every joint rattling, his teeth chattering, toes and fingers numb.
Strip.
Kaleb fought against the frigid air and removed the flimsy gown. The Chimera purred as it flowed around him, its body liquid, its movements silent. The Chimera circled Kaleb until he was caught in the coils of its tail and had nowhere to go except closer.
He burrowed into the creature’s chest until the thick mane covered him all the way to his knees. The Chimera wrapped its front legs around Kaleb and arched over him, trapping him against its body. Cold gave way to warmth. The numbness in Kaleb’s fingers and toes was replaced by a burn, then that too eased away as the Chimera folded its wings around them, creating a shelter. Steam curled from the ground as the frost covering the grass melted.
“I was really sick after…” The first time they were together. When Kaleb let the Chimera…
Kaleb swallowed.
The Chimera pressed its muzzle against Kaleb’s stomach.
“The Priest saw us.”
The Chimera’s third eyelid shut and opened, flipping the small space into dark, then light.
“I don’t know if he’ll tell Alton.” And Kaleb had no idea what would happen if he did.
The Chimera hissed and rattled its scales.
Do not trust Alton.
Reds and oranges turned ruddy in Kaleb’s head, and for a moment there was nothing but the burst of colors and the sensation of being crushed. It let go, and he gasped, throwing out his arms and trying to get away. The Chimera pushed Kaleb to the ground.
Small drafts escaped under the edge of its wings where the finger bones were staked into the ground. Kaleb rolled over and backed up until he was pressed against the flight leather.
“I don’t understand.”
The Chimera tipped its head and swiveled its ears. When it looked at Kaleb again, he swore it leered.
The Chimera snaked its tongue out from between its lips. The forked ends crawled up Kaleb’s shin.
A whimper ticked out of his throat. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell the Chimera to stop. But instead, he spread his legs. A wash of gentle blues flowed through Kaleb, violets, and light pinks. He shuddered as the Chimera’s tongue reached his balls. It rolled the sacks between the two prehensile forks.
Tell me.
Kaleb clenched his eyes shut. His cock was squeezed.
Tell me.
Kaleb opened his eyes. The light of the Chimera’s eyes filled his view. “I want you to…I want.” Kaleb grit his teeth. “I don’t, but I do. I don’t, but I have to.”
I am your god.
A sob burst out of Kaleb. Leo was his god, and now Leo was gone. Kaleb hugged the Chimera’s head. “I know. I know, and I’m scared.”
The Chimera shook Kaleb loose, then knocked him over with a push of its muzzle.
Show me. Beg me.
Kaleb pulled one of his legs to his chest. The Chimera purred. Kaleb tried not to watch, but once the heat of the creature’s tongue breached his opening, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. The Chimera thrust its tongue into Kaleb’s ass, the forked ends working his tender prostate. The rush of pain crackled up his spine, morphing into a frigid pleasure.
Right before Kaleb could lose his hold on his release, the Chimera covered his cock and balls with its mouth. Sharp points pricked his skin, setting Kaleb’s body on fire. He cried out as his cock pulsed. The Chimera retracted its tongue. Deep hard suction pulled at Kaleb’s cock and balls. Long slow pulls coaxing his release to ride even higher, then holding him there as his body continued to surrender over and over and over again. Each time Kaleb thought he was nearing the end, the Chimera plunged its tongue back into his hole and relentlessly worked Kaleb’s prostate. Then Kaleb would drown again under wave after wave until the air thinned and his arms and legs floated away until there was nothing but the spicy scent of the Chimera, the stifling heat of its breath, the feel of that glorious tongue working him. Sometimes stroking, sometimes pushing a forked end into his slit, or twisting and turning as it plunged into his ass.
At some point the Chimera let Kaleb go, and his senses came to a gentle landing. He was cradled against the Chimera’s chest, each leg in a clawed hand, its head draped over his shoulder holding him in place.
Sweat rolled down Kaleb’s temple and into his eyes. The tension, the anxiety, was gone now as if the Chimera had not only taken ambrosia, it had taken Kaleb’s sorrow. He petted the Chimera’s forearm, and it whistled a chirp.
“You’re trying to help me, aren’t you?”
The Chimera rumbled.
“You poisoned me again. Why?”
Must protect.
Kaleb shook his head. “I don’t…”
Must protect.
The Chimera shifted its stance, angling Kaleb forward. It gave him an uninhibited view of the shadows under him. The beast tilted its head, and the light from its eyes brightened, reflecting off the thick mucus covering its cock.
“No.” Kaleb tried to dive out of its grip, but it closed its claws, rendering Kaleb immobile. “No, no, please. Not that.”
Must protect.
“By having sex with me? That doesn’t even make sense. That doesn’t…”
The Chimera coiled its tongue around Kaleb’s cock and slithered a forked end into his urethra. A sharp pleasure crawled up Kaleb’s dick, curling in his stomach. He groaned and arched, rocking against the Chimera’s chest. No matter how much he tried to fight the rise of want, Kaleb was helpless.
“More.” He pulled at the Chimera’s mane. “More…please….”
The thin tip of its cock slipped into Kaleb’s hole as it deepened it thickened until the sense of being filled became a torturous invasion. The Chimera rolled forward, and Kaleb found himself pressed against the ground. The creature picked up its wings, and the blast of frigid air froze the sweat to Kaleb’s skin. He howled as The Chimera pumped its hips. The creature’s cock didn’t reach deep this time, but every thrust worked the sore gland inside Kaleb. His muscles trembled, and every nerve, from toes to fingertips, even his scalp screamed with pleasurable pain.
The air in Kaleb’s lungs trickled to nothing, and his body turned to rubber. He was helpless as the Chimera delivered another biting sting. Kaleb was so lost in the euphoric fog, the blistering ache barely registered. The Chimera quit moving, and every pulse of its cock echoed through Kaleb’s body.
As the fever in Kaleb’s muscles rose, he was grateful for the chill in the air. If anything, maybe he wouldn’t catch fire.
And if he did, at least he would die serving his god.
*****
Sonny ran.
Sticks, brambles, dead vines grabbed at his legs.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
The horrible sounds of the Chimera—the Chimera and his brother Kaleb—followed him to the barracks. And he swore those cries, pleases, moans, chased him through the tunnel. There was no way Sonny could still hear the noises, so it all had to be in his mind.
Like what he saw.
Sonny slammed the door shut to the passage and dropped the slide lock in place. He stayed there trying to find enough air to sooth the burning in his lungs. His hands ached, his cheeks stung, and the tears running down them made the cracks in his skin burn.
Kaleb. Kaleb and the Chimera. A monster. An animal.
So what if one had lived in Leo. Leo was dead. For Kaleb to be with a jerk like Leo was one thing but to do THAT…with…with a beast?
Sonny’s stomach rolled, and his throat squeezed. Bitter bile rushed into his mouth, and he collapsed vomiting everything he’d eaten for dinner all over the floor.
Sonny remained on his hands and knees, his body heaving up everything until it had nothing left to give except a mouthful of spit. He staggered to his feet and fled the basement, to the kitchen.
The communal shower room was empty, so he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
His hands shook when he reached for a towel.
Sonny knew he had to tell someone.
But if what Kaleb said was true, The Priest already knew it was happening. He knew, and he’d done nothing. Nothing to stop this unnatural pairing. Kaleb had to be sick from losing Leo, it was the only reason he’d willingly…
Have sex with the Chimera.
Completing the statement in his head only drove home the atrocity Sonny had witnessed. He gripped the sink, unsure if he would pass out or puke again.
The worst of it all…Sonny was sure that fucking monster knew he was watching. When it opened its wings revealing Kaleb pinned to the ground, it had turned its massive head in Sonny’s direction. The white orbs of its eyes narrowed, and it flicked out its tongue.
Then while Kaleb lay there, it put that thing…that…
A sob burst out of Sonny’s chest. His brother was the Chimera’s whore.
Sonny clenched his eyes shut. The other students already gave him hell daily for his brother being a Doxie, suggesting Sonny belonged at the Gatherings on his knees, he’d somehow tricked Alton into thinking he was a god when he was really a Doxie, and that when Sonny took ambrosia, he’d be offering his ass to the gods rather than his loyalty.
If anyone found out if anyone saw what Kaleb did with the Chimera, the other godlings, the other gods, wouldn’t just laugh at Sonny, they’d ruin him. Kaleb’s behavior would destroy any chance Sonny had to be honorable enough to stand beside Alton. And heaven forbid what they might do to Kaleb.
Sonny pushed himself away from the sink and hurried back to his room. He’d never sleep, not with that terrible image in his head of his brother Kaleb on his knees and the Chimera fucking him.
Sonny was pretty sure he might never sleep again.
But he would do something. He would fix this. He would keep Kaleb from being ruined or worse, executed. Bestiality had been forbidden for centuries. Apparently, gods had a much higher rate of siring a son with animals than he did a human being. It was a crime so abhorrent it ranked only second to harming a Doxie. But the penalty was the same.
Death.
Would they kill a Doxie? Sonny didn’t think so, but he’d never run across anything in the library about Doxies and monsters.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow before he had to clean the kitchen, he’d go to Alton. Surely the god would keep Sonny’s confidence, if not for him, for Kaleb. He was too special a Doxie to risk losing.
At least that’s what Sonny hoped.
*****
It was the creak of a door that caught The Priest’s attention. A series of clicks and whistled echoed from upstairs.
The Priest set aside the book he read and followed the sound.
A cool wind cut through the observatory through the open French doors. Kaleb lay bundled in a quilt at the top of the steps. The Priest went to retrieve him.
The only reason he even saw the Chimera was because its breath clouded on a huff. The Priest froze, his hands hovering over Kaleb’s body. The Chimera was yards away at the edge of the terrace, but The Priest knew better to think he could outmaneuver the beast.
A far less superior specimen had almost gutted him a little more than a month ago. And it wasn’t even trying to kill him. The Priest simply got in between the god-son and its prey.
The Priest knelt holding his hands up and out.
“I’m not going to hurt him.”
The Chimera huffed again.
“Thank you, for bringing him back.”
It whistled, and the white orbs of its eyes flashed red and orange. The scales on its body whispered, its tail lashed, and the quills running down its spine raised and lowered.
“I’m sorry, I do not speak your language.” But The Priest was sure it could understand him. It had resided in Leo all its life, hearing, seeing, and experiencing what the god did.
Tiny flickers of light danced around the scales running along the Chimera’s side and hind legs. When The Priest had examined the body of the creature before, there had been tiny hairs tipped with a faceted bump on the end similar to a butterfly eye. The colors went from silver to blue, then red and orange.
The Chimera lowered its head.
“No harm will come to him, you have my word.”
The Chimera rolled up its lips. Even in the darkness, its teeth gleamed.
“I need to take him inside so he won’t be cold.”
The Chimera shifted its gaze to Kaleb. Its features smoothed out and it clicked and purred. The heavy cock between its legs jutted out from the sheath containing it.
When the Chimera looked at The Priest again it opened its jaws, the bubbling growl rolled from its throat, and it took The Priest a moment to realize what he heard.
A word. “Tomorrow.”
The Chimera opened its sails and leapt from the terrace, gliding over treetops and the wall around the garden. In its smaller form, the wingspan was more than enough for it to sustain flight. Would it grow into the wings and become a glider again? Or would it change as it grew, molting its old form like the god-son and adapting to the environment?
There was a moment when the moonlight highlighted its flank, then it disappeared into the dark.
The Priest lifted Kaleb off the ground and carried him back to his room. Once inside, The Priest laid him on the bed and turned on the bedside light. He expected to find Kaleb pale, sweating, with swollen lymph nodes, instead, his color was good, and he was warm despite being out in the cold.
A quick once-over revealed nothing, not even dirt or a blade of grass stuck to the boy’s skin. The Priest ran his fingers over Kaleb’s hip and lifted them to his nose; musk and a slightly lemon smell. The Priest had noted the same odor on Kaleb when the Chimera had kept him in the cave and cleaned the wounds on his feet, as were all the torn piercing holes.
The Chimera had bathed him again.
Kaleb mumbled in his sleep. His bruised cock twitched.
The Priest pulled another blanket from the foot of the bed and used it to cover Kaleb. The boy scrunched up his face. “Leo?” Kaleb moved his hand out to the empty side of the bed.
There was no greater beauty than an orgy of Doxies and nothing more tragic than one who’d lost his god.
The only thing close to either was a god who’d lost their Doxie.
At least gods had the ability to forget.