Date: Sat, 19 May 2007 04:20:26 -0700 From: The Satyr Subject: Stag God is Born: The Stag God's Apostle, Chapter 2 Hey, all. I've gotten some fantastic feedback from this series, which I greatly appreciate. Some of you have asked some questions about the background of this setting, which I have shared with one or two folks. But, in order to do so, as well as to update you when a new chapter of this Cycle is available, I have created a group at the following address: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/stag-god-cycle/ Join for updates, as well as the occasional short essay on parts of the world, as well as a place to discuss the Cycle. I'd love to hear from all of you, and perhaps get some ideas where you might like to see these cycles go. Any good mythology is built to the needs of the people it serves, and you are the people this Cycle is written for. As usual, involves adult situations, with all that entails. You've been warned. +++++++++++++++++++ This story is (c) The Oaken Satyr, 2006 - 2007 The Stag God's Apostle - A Continuation of the Cycle of Ashlan ++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter Two: Unexpected Friends The knocking at the entry to the dungeons roused the young guard. He'd had a fantastic time, down in the torture chamber, opening up the orc's asshole. Even now, standing in front of the door and peering through the window, he could see the curve of the orc's smooth, muscled ass. And the orc hadn't hated it. In fact, he'd mocked them, claiming that their rape was nothing compared to what his god had done to him. The young guard was confused by that. The orc seemed to greatly worship his god, but he didn't know if he'd worship any man that did to him what they'd done to the orc down there. And it was supposed to be worse than that? That didn't make any sense. He turned away from the door and marched up the short flight of stairs to the landing where the door was sealed. He looked through, and saw the hunter Olusku there. A smile split the boy's face, and he tugged the door open from the inside. "Olusku, you old woodsman," he said, greeting the man. The hunter pulled his hood away from his face and smiled. "Tamas, how is your family?" "Good, thank you, Olusku," the boy replied, leaning in the doorway. "My mother thanks you for the furs you gave her last winter -- there was no way we could afford those furs on our own, you know." "Well, I had a mother once, Tamas," he older man smiled and clapped the boy on the shoulder. "And I just did for yours what I would have wanted someone to do for mine." Tamas smiled. The hunter was a tall, strong man, his hair the color of chestnut wood, though touched by the frost of age here and there. He kept his beard trimmed close to his face, but Tamas knew that was only because he and his apprentice were in civilization right now; he'd seen the man come back from a season out in the wild trapping, with a big, bushy beard halfway down his chest. Three years ago, when the hunter had wintered with his family after receiving an injury, Olusku had first initiated Tamas into the pleasures of love between men. Tamas had all but worshipped Olusku before then, and after, but since he'd healed and gotten himself an apprentice, they'd never been together. Probably for the best, Tamas knew, but he couldn't help but miss that warm, furry body and thick cock some nights. "So, is it true?" Olusku asked him, lowering his voice while he drew his canteen from his hip, uncorking it and taking a swig. The smell of mulled wine filled the small hallway they were in. "Do you have the heretic orc in there?" "We sure do," Tamas smiled, accepting a swig of the wine. "You know, your lessons from a couple years ago came in real handy this afternoon." Tamas smiled and winked at the hunter. "Lessons?" Olusku asked, confused. "Yeah, lessons," Tamas said, reaching forward slightly and cupping Olusku's ample groin, which filled his leather breeches nicely. "The orc said that fucking was part of his religion, so the patriarch had some of us show him that his religion could be hurtful, too." From his wicked, conspiratorial grin, the hunter could tell that the young man Tamas thought it was quite humorous, and wanted his approval. Olusksu smiled -- halfway between a smile and a leer, really -- and pressed his groin against the hand of Tamas approvingly. "Really?" he said throatily, when in actuality, he wanted nothing more than to punch this idiot boy. He had a role to play, though. He glanced around, fished about in his pocket and pulled a shiny silver coin out. He pulled the boy's hand away from his crotch, pressing the coin into his palm and then leaned forward, pressing his groin against the boy's hip. Olusku could feel his cock stir in his breeches and press against his hip, hard beneath the cloth. "I don't suppose you could let someone else have a turn on that?" he said wickedly, leaning in to whisper in the boy's ear, ending his question with a little nibble. "See, that fucking stag-demon thing has wrecked more of my traps and freed more of the animals I've caught than I like to think about. I'd never try and face it down on my own, so this might be the closest I ever get to some pay-back, you know Tamas?" Tamas chuckled. He pressed his hardening cock against the hunter's hip, and reached down to caress his rounded buttocks. He'd never had the hunter -- he was always the one taking the cock when they lie together. "Sure," Tamas chuckled in his ear. "I'll let you spend some time with it. If you give me the coin for my trouble, and your ass, later, for my thanks." It was all Olusku could do to not punch the boy right here and now. Clearly spending time with the idiots and beasts that worked in these dungeons had eroded anything of the boy he remembered. Instead, he chuckled, and pressed his ass against the boy's hand somewhat, then lifted the boy's chin to look him in the eyes. "Tell you what. You come by my place three nights from now. If you can beat me in a fair grapple, you can have my ass. If I beat you, I can have yours, and you still get to bury your cock in my apprentice's ass. Deal?" Tamas was almost drooling on himself as he shook his head, handed Olusku a key, and then stepped aside to let him pass. Olusku stepped past him and down the stairs, but stopped Tamas as he made to follow. "Nuh-uh," he said. "I don't want to risk any of your friends coming back and catching us here. You need to stay where they expect to find you, Tamas. I'm paying well for this." Tamas nodded and agreed, saying it was good thinking. Olusku gave his cock one final squeeze through his breeches, and descended the stairs two at a time. He walked quickly to the cell door and looked inside. The orc was still laying belly-down on the dirty hay on the floor there, with his head cradled in his crossed arms, but he was looking up at the doorway. The hunter unlocked the door and slid inside, locking it behind him. "You aren't one of the guards," Habra said, smiling slightly, rising to lean against the cold stone walls. He looked the hunter up and down. "I've seen you before." "You have," Olusku nodded. "At your speech there, in the market." "Ah, yes. The hunter. With the small straw-haired youngling." "My apprentice, Ireku. We were both there." Olusku set the key down next to the door, further than the orc could reach while shackled by his legs to the wall. He unsheathed his blade, and the orc narrowed his eyes. The hunter smiled, and placed the weapon next to the key. "I only want to talk," he said, crossing the distance, and sitting on the edge of the straw pile. "Just...to talk." Habra smiled. "I have excellent hearing, human, a gift of the Stag God. I heard your deal with the whelp outside. You are welcome to my flank if you think you can claim it. But I hope you don't think I'll give myself over to you so easily." Olusku smiled, and then glanced back at the door. He opened his mouth then, and spoke a word. Something deep in Habra's gut churned at the utterance of the word, something deeper than his stomach. Something in his groin. It was no magic, but memory. He recognized the word, he'd heard it before and experienced the magic of it, in the past. When the Stag God had spoken it to him as he fucked him, invoking the Foundling Tongue to make him cum without stimulating his cock. "Where did you hear that word?" the orc nearly leapt to his feet, reaching out and snatching up the lapel of the human's tunic. He knelt, nearly in a combat stance, tusks bared and one fist drawn back in threat. "Answer me!" Olusku looked back over his shoulder and covered the orc's mouth with his hand. The other reached up and he touched the orc, under the arm, running his hand along strong ribs and side muscles. He turned to look at the orc, whose anger had fled, replaced by a visage of such longing that tears pooled in Olusku's eyes. Tears that matched Habra's. "I heard them from the same place you did, Habra of the Tines," Olusku whispered. "I heard them lying in the arms of the Stag God, while his cock drove in and out of me, building a fire at the center of me that has never gone out. He spoke that word as he filled my unworthy self with his divine seed, and I have never forgotten it." Habra then broke down, collapsing with a sigh into Olusku's arms, weeping fiercely while trying to keep from making noise. Olusku gathered him closer, hugging him tightly and letting the orc pour his fear, his anger and his hurt into the hunter's flesh. Once he'd stopped weeping, Olusku raised Habra's chin and kissed him, deeply, his red tongue dueling with Habra's black. Habra was hungry, and clutched the hunter close. Olusku pushed Habra against the wall, and bowed down, first his hands then his hot wet mouth closing in on Habra's fat, erect cock. Olusku swallowed the length of the dark, jade-hued member, running his tongue along the sensitive ridge around the head, along the veins that stood out up and down its impressive length. Habra gasped, then, and rocked back on his heels, his hands coming up to grasp Olusku's head, slightly clawed fingers playing through his chestnut-and-frost hair, rubbing his scalp and neck appreciatively, as the hunter's skilled tongue went to work. Olusku choked slightly then, as Habra pumped his fat cock deeper into the human's mouth. Habra quickly pulled Olusku up and kissed him. "Thank you," he said, kissing him voraciously. "It has been too long. They...their punishment..." Olusku shushed him with a kiss. "I know. I know what they did," he said, his voice all hate and venom. "But remember -- they are trying to degrade the holiest of his sacraments. Any truly holy thing can be turned into a horror easily. It is the tentative nature of holiness that makes it that way. But do not let them. Sport with them, as our lord does, though they injure you terribly. They want to break you, Habra, but I will not let them." Habra kissed him again, fresh tears in his eyes. Suddenly, he looked up and buried his face in Olusku's crotch. Olusku was taken aback, until his sharpened woodsman's ears picked out the attempt at a stealthy tread. He gripped the back of Habra's head then, and started cursing at him. "Fucking orc," he spat. "Take that cock. Eat it. If you fucking scrape me with those tusks one more time, I'm going to fuck you with my dagger. You understand?" There was a pause at the door, as Tamas looked in, though all he could see was the kneeling orc, bent in half with his face buried in Olusku's crotch. He smiled and adjusted his own hardened cock somewhat, and then snuck away again, leaving the hunter to his revenge. By this time, Habra had fished Olusku's cock out of his leather breeches, and was sucking on his thick tool in earnest. Olusku shuddered as Habra's hot, moist mouth sucked closely on his meat, tightening its seal while it drove up and down in his lap. Olusku panted and rose to his knees, pistoning his cock in and out of Habra's gullet. Then, the need drove him over the brink, and with a strangled cry, he came, jetting rope after rope of hot cum into Habra's mouth. The orc began swallowing quickly, though some escaped from his mouth. The two worshippers of the Stag God kissed then, and Olusku suckled at the cock of Habra some more. But soon, Tamas wandered back, and they were forced to abandon their lovemaking once more. When he was gone, Habra rose from Olusku's cock and smiled, then kissed the human. "It is not to be. And I don't want it to be, not here," the young orc whispered, nibbling at Habra's lip, then throat, then ear. "I want our lovemaking to be victorious, under the good sheltering oaks in the forest, where our lord wanders. I don't want to cum at all here." Olusku kissed him again, then, smiling. He quickly laced up his breeches. "Done," he said. "The boy Tamas is a friend of mine. I'll get him to help me get you out, though he won't know that he's doing it. I may not ever be able to return to this place, Habra, but when I leave it, you'll be with me." He stood then and kissed the orc again. "I wish I could leave you this key or dagger..." he said, picking the items up. "No," Habra said, firmly. "Neither would do me any good. Just give me a good, long drink of that flask at your hip." The hunter smiled, and did so. The two touched one another, reveling in the sensation of skin on skin for as long as they could, until the canteen was empty. "Until I return," Olusku said, kissing the orc. Then, he turned and left, while the young orc lay back down in the straw, savoring the remnant taste of the hunter in his mouth. Neither of them saw the small peephole in the wall behind them slide closed.