Chapter Five
Aaron stretched out beside Taurus. The god lay propped against the wall with his eyes closed. His long tail swished back and forth at the tip. It did not match the god’s relaxed body and even breaths.
Aaron caught the tuft of hairs at the end when it landed beside him. It jumped from his grasp and flopped over Taurus’s thigh. The god was still naked from when he’d bathed Aaron that morning, looking him over for bruises, redness, and tending to the welts on his ass. The crisscross of stripes left behind by the crop didn’t so much as hurt as they teased Aaron with the memory of receiving them.
Taurus was generous with his strikes, asking little of Aaron to earn them. Sometimes, Aaron almost felt guilty, but he was pretty sure the god did it because he was so willing to take his cock without complaint.
And right now, said cock looked deliciously flaccid between the god’s legs. Still thick, still impressive, the ruddy-colored fur ending at the base and becoming dark skin that was no different than a normal looking man, except, for maybe the length and girth. But considering how large Taurus was all over, his cock looked small in comparison. Up close the illusion was shattered, and there was no doubt the god had more than enough to be proud of.
“Why are you staring at my dick?” Taurus did not open his eyes when he spoke.
Aaron’s cheeks heated up. He scooted closer, propping his chest on Taurus’s thigh.
“Are you still worrying about Wolf?”
Aaron was pretty sure he would always worry. Wolf could not be trusted. Aaron had gotten Wren to read Taurus what he’d written the other day when the god came to collect Aaron in Malum’s quarters. Neither Taurus or Malum seemed concerned. When Aaron had tried to convey how important it was, Taurus had borrowed Malum’s table and fucked him right there in front of Wren and his god.
Unlike Taurus, Malum’s cock was not small in comparison to his body. Aaron never thought he’d see one that would actually scare him. Malum’s did. No wonder Wren was so excited to have salve.
Poor Doxie probably sat lopsided after being used.
Taurus opened an eye. “You’re thinking too hard again.”
Aaron shrugged.
“What did I tell you?”
The only thing Aaron was supposed to be concerned with was serving Taurus. Aaron pointed at Taurus, then himself.
“Exactly.”
Aaron sighed and went back to staring at Taurus’s cock nestled against his balls, the tip laying against the mattress. Aaron snuck his fingers over Taurus’s thigh and petted the length, tracing the vein all the way to the fat tip.
“You have gods to serve tomorrow.”
Maybe, but it wasn’t like he had any to serve right now. Aaron wiggled closer. He lifted the heavy phallus to his lips and teased the end with his tongue. Taurus opened his eye again, and Aaron wrapped his lips around the head.
“You are insatiable.” Taurus smiled, flashing sharp canine teeth pressed against his lower lip. The god might look like he had the head of a bull, but he ate meat and had teeth big enough to take off an arm. Aaron had gotten a really good look at those while Taurus had been asleep, pushing up his gums and stealing a peek at the daggers inside the god’s mouth.
Aaron nursed the end of Taurus’s cock, taking it deeper as it filled. The god widened his legs and Aaron climbed between them settling down on his elbows, indulging in the rich flavor of the god’s precum. It was one of Aaron’s favorite things about Taurus. How much cum he could spill. When the god filled him, it felt like buckets, and it was always hot. Almost like heated water. The smell was another thing, rich, spicy with a kind of cinnamon twang to it.
He didn’t taste sweet, though. At least not like ambrosia nectar.
A deep groan built in Taurus’s chest and his nostrils flared. Aaron relaxed his throat, taking Taurus as deep as he could. In this position, Aaron could swallow him down to the root. Aaron rocked on his elbows, fucking his mouth on Taurus’s cock. At the tip, he paused, swirling his tongue and pressing the tip into his slit.
Taurus grunted, and Aaron went back to taking the entire length down his throat again, stretching his lips, making his jaw ache, snatching away the ability to take a breath.
Taurus fluttered his eyes and slipped his fingers into Aaron’s hair. “You are so perfect, little one.” The muscles in his thighs trembled. Aaron let go of Taurus’s cock and attacked his balls with his tongue. The heavy sacks pulled tight, and Aaron returned to the god’s cock, working his tongue over the head, sliding it around the glans, before going deep again. He closed his eyes and rocked, drowning in the musk and cinnamon scent.
Taurus tightened his grip in Aaron’s hair. As soon as the first drop of cum touched Aaron’s mouth, Taurus forced him to let go, pushing him back just far enough Aaron couldn’t get his lips over the head. Ropes of cum splashed over Aaron’s face, getting caught in his bangs, dripping down his cheeks. He stuck out his tongue too late but was able to lick some of the prize off his lips.
Taurus rumbled in his chest. “Now, I have a reason to wash you again.”
Aaron climbed up Taurus’s chest, and the god ran his long tongue from Aaron’s nipple to his jaw.
“You taste divine.” Taurus did it again.
Aaron mashed his cock between them, giving himself some friction.
“You are not allowed to come.”
Maybe not, but Aaron was still going to try.
Taurus growled and flipped Aaron onto the mattress. “I told you, you cannot come.”
Aaron buried a frustrated hiss against the blankets. Taurus caressed Aaron’s back. The feel of his velvet touch only made Aaron ache more. He humped the mattress, and Taurus held him down.
“What did I say little one?”
Aaron lifted his head. He wasn’t allowed to come.
Taurus grinned. “That is my pleasure, not yours.”
Well, it could be Aaron’s if the god would just let him have an inch of room. Aaron tried to find friction, but he couldn’t budge Taurus’s hand.
The bull-god growled, and the sound vibrated down his arm right into Aaron’s spine. He begged his god with a pleading look.
Taurus nuzzled Aaron’s neck. The god lapped his skin with his heated tongue.
“I am no Master, Aaron. I am only a god. I cannot risk misjudging your constitution and weakening your ambrosia because I am greedy.”
Aaron tilted his head, and Taurus sucked his earlobe. The bolt of pleasure shot right to Aaron’s cock. He panted and flailed.
“But you do beg so pretty.” Taurus trailed his fingers to Aaron’s crack. He pushed between Aaron’s ass cheeks and smeared the salve coating his hole. “You think you can serve me now and a dozen gods tomorrow?” Was he asking or was it a challenge? Either way, Aaron knew the answer.
He nodded.
Taurus stood. “Stay.” He grabbed the cream off a stone ledge and the crop laying next to the bed.
Aaron’s heart jumped into his throat, and he had to clamp down on everything to keep from shooting into the blankets.
“On your knees.”
Aaron did.
Taurus swung the crop with quick back and forth strikes, each blow leaving a line of fire. He did not pause, he did not give Aaron a moment to take in the pain, Taurus simply lashed Aaron’s ass until his entire body shook with the need for release. The aftershocks of pain as powerful as the contact. Aaron didn’t even realize the god had stopped until he shoved two salve coated fingers into his ass.
The discomfort was almost snuffed out by the constant sting of Aaron’s hide.
“Do not come until I tell you.”
Aaron nodded.
“You disobey me you will not see that crop for weeks.”
Aaron nodded again.
The jar of salve was left on the bed. The ache of two fingers in Aaron’s ass was replaced by the agony of the god’s cock. Taurus held Aaron with one hand on his hip and sank into Aaron’s hole. Aaron bucked, and Taurus tightened his grip. It was forever, forever before the god filled him. Forever, forever before Aaron lost his ability to breathe. All he could hope now is it wouldn’t be forever before he was allowed to come, or he was sure his heart would simply explode.
*****
Taurus held Aaron by his hips and drank in the sight of the boy’s lightly tanned skin, the pink of his hole, and how it stretched to its limit around the god’s cock. Dark, ruddy, the salve making it shiny, and the contrast adding to the obscene view.
Aaron thrashed in Taurus’s hold, but he didn’t pause as he eased himself balls deep into the boy’s ass. Once settled, Aaron’s arms folded, and he was left hanging, his thin chest pumping as he fought for air.
It still amazed Taurus, even after almost three weeks, how willingly Aaron took him. According to Wren, the notes Aaron had written said his god was the Chimera. Taurus had never met Leo Roan, but his reputation had made it to Purgatory decades ago.
A god who housed a monster.
If recent rumors were correct, that monster could now manifest with the blessings of the god.
Shape changing was a rare sight, even among monsters, among gods? Taurus had witnessed a few in his lifetime. Whether they were gods or monsters could have been argued. But then some gods saw Taurus as a beast and not a man.
More tragic than Aaron losing his god, was the loss of his fellow Doxie. Aaron didn’t write much about Kaleb, but the pain in his expression just from what little he’d written about the other boy had been enough to flay Taurus’s heart.
The love of a Doxie for his god was powerful, but the love of a Doxie for another Doxie was the very meaning of the word. While Taurus would never be able to heal the loss, he did his best to give Aaron a moment of reprieve with pleasure.
Taurus waited until Aaron’s breathing slowed and the boy arched his back in a weak attempt to ride Taurus’s cock. He smiled at the site of such a lustful Doxie, a boy with a hungry ass that couldn’t get enough. A trait all Doxies shared, but it didn’t change the fact seeing it in the flesh could bring a god’s blood to boil.
Taurus rocked back, sliding his cock to the tip. The ring of muscle clamped down as if trying to prevent him from escaping, then welcomed him back as he returned. Long slow strokes that made Aaron shudder brought the sweat to the surface and caused his delicate cock to weep droplets of violet.
It reaffirmed what Taurus was sure he’d seen. The more Aaron was used, the stronger his ambrosia. As if his body responded to the needs of the gods around him. Specifically, Taurus. He was confident when he let the other gods fuck Aaron, his ambrosia would strengthen or weaken as needed.
When Taurus let them? More like if. Letting Aaron play with Wren was one thing, the site of the two boys was nothing short of exquisite, and while it might be empowering to see his boy under another god, Taurus’s greed bristled.
Maybe it was because he’d never owned a Doxie. Never been allowed to own one. A god who had existed most of his life on the outskirts of civilization because of his appearance.
Taurus picked up his pace, thrusting at a steady rhythm. Aaron pushed himself back up on his arms. The muscles in his narrow shoulders flexed, pulling the scars running down his side. As beautiful as he was now, before he’d been scarred, he must have rivaled the god of beauty himself.
Aaron tore at the sheets and tossed his head back.
“More, boy?”
Aaron nodded, and Taurus gave it to him, plunging his cock into Aaron’s ass until the room was filled with the sounds of their bodies clapping together.
“Do not come.”
Aaron nodded.
Taurus lifted Aaron’s hips until his knees were off the mattress, the new angle let him go just that small amount deeper where Aaron went from blitzed by the onslaught to rabid. He kicked and slung his head. The air hissed from behind his clenched teeth. With every pump of Taurus’s hips, Aaron’s body tightened until the act of fucking him took effort.
“Good boy, so very good.” Taurus leaned down and licked the sweat pooling between Aaron’s shoulders. The salt was dominated by the honey of ambrosia nectar. “That’s it, Aaron, feel me, know me, accept me.”
Aaron gave a jerky nod.
“Take my cock in that pretty ass of yours.”
Aaron looked back. His blue eye was glassy, and tears coated his cheek. But his pupils were blown, and his lips parted. The flush in his skin was as loud as any verbal plea for more.
Taurus grinned and lapped at the boy’s shoulders, the back of his neck, and growled against his good ear.
“I’m going to fill you boy. If I had a plug, I’d keep my seed inside you, let you reek of my scent, so all the gods here would know who ruled you.”
The weight in Taurus’s balls spread through his legs and crawled up his spine. Cold and hot warred with a pricking dance under his skin. His back tightened, and his tail slapped his legs in its frenzied swings.
Taurus arched up on his toes and roared as he impaled Aaron one more time, holding him there while he fought against being invaded, then fell limp as Taurus pumped him full of cum. The room came back into focus, and Taurus petted Aaron with one hand while keeping himself deep in the boy’s ass by holding him in place with his other.
Tremors shook Aaron’s thin frame, his ass clenched over and over, and his muscles were stark lines under his skin. All of it a visual effort of him obeying Taurus and not coming no matter how much pain it caused.
Taurus traced the crisscross of stripes running up Aaron’s thighs, his back, then down to his crack. There he massaged the boy’s hole, still stretched around Taurus’s softening cock.
He definitely needed to get a plug. A nice fat one so he would never have to start slow. Keep Aaron lubed and slick so if Taurus wanted, he could roll the boy over in the middle of the night and spill his cum into him. Aaron would have to wait for release, but it would only make the ambrosia he produced even sweeter.
Just like now, the stress, the agony, the sheer willpower it took for the boy not to lose his hold on his release, enhanced the gift that he would bestow on Taurus.
Unlike the brutal fucking, Taurus eased himself out of Aaron, giving his hole time to contract and keep as much of the god’s cum as it could. Taurus lost too much for it not to spill down the boy’s legs, but the more Aaron kept in his body, the more the boy would need him. Not just any god, but Taurus.
It wasn’t just his possessiveness driving him to addict Aaron to him, it was also to keep him protected from Wolf and Sol. If Aaron couldn’t live without Taurus, then they would not risk betraying him for fear of losing the Doxie.
And if every god in Purgatory was addicted to the levels of ambrosia Aaron could deliver…
They would kill to keep him safe.
But those things would take time. And while Aaron playing with Wren and fucking each other might slow things down, Taurus couldn’t bring himself to deny either boy happiness. It was good to see Malum felt the same way. The god might be cruel, but he wasn’t stupid, and he knew a content, and happy Doxie was more important than his ego.
Taurus rolled Aaron over and laid him out. His swollen cock, dark red at the tip, slapped his stomach.
. Creases marred Aaron’s gentle features, but he only looked at Taurus with awe.
“Thank you, Aaron.” Taurus knelt between the Doxie’s legs. Aaron sat up. He gripped Taurus’s mane with shaky hands. Taurus wrapped his arms around Aaron to help him remain upright. The boy sighed and petted Taurus’s muzzle.
No one had ever touched Taurus so willingly and as quick as Aaron did.
Another reason to worship this Doxie every day. If not by giving him release by gracing him with the crop.
“You may come as soon as I have my mouth on you.”
Aaron gave a relieved smile.
“But I’m going to keep taking until you are dry, then I will keep taking until you pass out.”
Aaron breathed faster, but there was only bliss in his expression.
Taurus covered Aaron’s cock with his mouth and wrapped it in his tongue. Hot jets of bitter salt were overcome by the sweet flavor similar to honeysuckles but with a kind of candy accent that had no name. Aaron thrust into Taurus’s mouth, and the god kept sucking him, swallowing offering after offering, until the room brightened and every sound in Purgatory echoed through Taurus’s ears. Until the air pressed against his body, and the smallest groove in the floor bit his knees. Until the sensation of Aaron’s silken skin melded with the heat radiating from his skinny body.
As Aaron fell slack, Taurus let him lay down but didn’t release his hold on the boy’s cock. He worked Aaron until he made halfhearted attempts to push Taurus away. Then Taurus took the boy’s balls into his mouth and pulled everything in long slow movements. Trapping his cock with his tongue, rolling his balls, then relentlessly drawing on them until he knew everything would bruise.
Aaron’s eye slid closed, and his wilted cock lost a few droplets here and there.
Taurus let Aaron go long enough to move the boy higher on the bed and settled down beside him. Then Taurus returned to lapping at Aaron’s balls and teasing the bruised head of his dick, coaxing one weak release after the other until Taurus fell asleep.