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Phainon knew what he was getting into by going to Mydei’s “house” late at night. His suspicions of Mydei being the monster by the coast of Okhema had practically been confirmed. But as he knocked on the double doors of Mydei’s “home” he swallowed down his raging thoughts.
The double doors creaked open before Phainon could knock a second time. A faint light spilled from within—warm, golden, and almost too inviting for the kind of man who lived this far from the city. The scent of herbs and smoke drifted out with the air; it was intoxicating, and far too human for the creature Phainon had hunted through rumors, reports, and salt drenched corpses.
There stood Mydei.
Not the monster. Not the shadow that had been described as tearing through boats or dragging carcasses to the shore. No, this was him—just… human shaped, broad shouldered, and wearing an onyx shirt that strained slightly at the chest where fabric met muscle. His honey blonde hair was loosely tied back, a few reddish strands catching the lanternlight like embers. The claw marks Phainon expected to see weren’t there. His eyes—molten gold with a hint of red beneath—watched him with something dangerous but not necessarily predatory.
“Phainon.” Mydei greeted, voice low and smooth as honey warmed over a flame. “You came after all.”
Phainon’s fingers flexed at his side, brushing the hidden dagger tucked into his sleeve. “You invited me.”
Mydei smiled faintly, stepping aside. “And you accepted it. That must mean something, no?”
Phainon hesitated. His pulse thudded against his chest in a rhythm far too fast for someone who should be calm. But he stepped in anyway.
Inside, the “house” was less of a dwelling and more of a temple. The architecture was old— stonework mixed with carved wooden beams that looked rather modernized but still kept their rustic appearance. The air was heavy with spice and warmth. Candles burned on the long table near the hearth, where a meal had been laid out—roasted meats, charred vegetables, and bread that looked freshly torn apart. Steam curled lazily from a pot on the stove.
Phainon didn’t sit immediately. He scanned the space, gauging exits, shadows, and things that didn’t fit. As “lovely” as the house may have been, Phainon knew this wasn’t where Mydei genuinely resided. Mydei simply strode in like he didn’t notice Phainon’s analysis on his home, or he did and found it amusing.
“You don’t have to stand there like I’m about to devour you,” Mydei said, pulling out a chair with casual strength. “If I wanted to, you’d have known long before you reached my door.”
Phainon gave him a sharp look. “You’re not exactly convincing me you’re human.”
“Who said I was?”
Mydei’s grin returned, this time softer and more human. “Sit. Eat. You’ve been hunting ghosts and myths. You deserve to eat something real.” Against better judgment, Phainon did. The seat was warm and he couldn’t tell if that was from the fire or Mydei’s proximity. The monster or whatever he was pretending to be—poured “wine” into both cups, his claws barely visible as his ”fingers” brushed the glass. Based on just the scent, Phainon could point out the distinct smell of pomegranate.
The first few minutes passed in silence except for the sound of cutlery and the crackle of firewood. Phainon chewed and his gaze flicked toward the other man every few seconds. Mydei’s movements were elegant in their restraint. He didn’t eat much; he seemed more interested in watching Phainon do so.
Finally, Phainon broke. “Why this? Why pretend?”
Mydei’s eyes flicked up, catching him. “Pretend?”
“This.” Phainon said, gesturing vaguely around the table. “The food, the warmth, the small talk. You’re—whatever you are. You don’t need this. You kill, don’t you?”
There was no accusation in his tone, only the weight of truth.
Mydei leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table, the firelight outlining his jaw. “I do what I must. The power of Strife demands its balance. The people of Okhema luckily haven’t been drastically reduced nor affected. I see no flaws in my actions, furthermore— I certainly don’t understand your logic behind hunting me down.”
Phainon frowned. His instinct screamed to press into him—to remind himself that this was a monster. But his heart faltered. Mydei was stripping Phainon from his own protection. Even Phainon technically didn’t know why he was so latched onto hunting Mydei down.
“You talk like you were wronged.”
“I was,” Mydei replied simply. “Once, long ago, I tried to live among them. To protect. To build. But as anything good that graces this earth, they take. They took from me, and cried when my vengeance had pursued. They called me divine until I became inconvenient. Until their prayers turned to fear.”
Phainon’s breath hitched, fingers tightening around his fork. Divine. That word, coming from Mydei, felt too close to blasphemy and too close to truth.
He forced his eyes away from him, toward the fire. “You expect me to pity you?”
“No,” Mydei said quietly. “I expect you to listen. But if that’s too much, then finish your food, and I’ll let you leave.”
Phainon’s throat bobbed. The heat between them was unbearable, though neither had moved closer. His chest ached with a confusion he didn’t want to name—fear tangled with fascination, loathing tangled with longing.
He wanted to say something sharp in order to reassert control. Instead, his voice came out softer than he meant:
“You’re not what I expected.”
Mydei’s smile was faint, and almost sad. “I’ve never fallen into expectation. Delivery boy.”
Something inside the hunter cracked. He set his utensils down and looked at Mydei properly for the first time—not as a threat, but as something unbearably alive. The faint pulse of divine power shimmered just beneath his skin. His human shape was too perfect, too made-up, and Phainon found himself tracing the curve of his throat, the glint of his teeth when he smiled, and the quiet warmth in his gaze.
It made him furious.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Phainon growled.
“Like what?”
“Like you know me.”
Mydei’s voice was soft but piercing. “Maybe I do. You know you’ve felt it too.”
The silence stretched thin between them. The fire hissed. Phainon’s hands trembled beneath the table, his emotions flurried around him.
He hated this. He hated that the very creature he came to confront made his pulse stutter, made his chest tighten not with fear but with something dangerously human. It felt uncanny.
Mydei leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze unwavering. “You came here because you wanted to see me. Not the monster. Me. Don’t lie to yourself, deliverer.”
Phainon shot to his feet. “Don’t—”
“—tell you the truth?” Mydei’s tone didn’t rise; it didn’t need to. His presence filled the room like the tide of strife returning to shore— truly inevitable. “Then lie to me instead. Tell me you didn’t feel it that night by the cliffs. When you saw me through the mist.”
Phainon’s heart thundered. He wanted to deny it. He wanted to reach for his dagger. He wanted to reach for him.
“My job is to kill you. Not befriend you.” Phainon spat, a hint of hesitation fueled his voice.
The tension thickened. The air in Mydei’s home was too still, too hot, and too lively. Phainon couldn’t tell if the warmth came from the fire or from the man across the table—if he could still call him a man.
Mydei had gone quiet, fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass, eyes half-lidded but never leaving Phainon’s face. The weight of that gaze gnawed at him, the kind that peeled away armor layer by layer until only something bare and sensitive was left.
Phainon broke first. “You’re enjoying this.”
Mydei looked up, a slow smile touching his lips. “You say that like you aren’t.”
Phainon scoffed, trying to sound sharp. It only came out hoarse. “You’re delusional if you think I came here for anything other than answers.”
“Then ask.” Mydei murmured.
Phainon’s jaw tightened. “What are you really?”
“A Demi-god,” Mydei said simply. “A monster, if you prefer. The difference depends on who’s looking.”
Phainon pushed back his chair and stood, pulse pounding. “Then show me. The real you.”
That made Mydei pause. The grin faded, replaced by something unreadable—part surprise, and part warning. “You wouldn’t understand what you’re asking for.”
“I’ve hunted worse.”
“No,” Mydei said, voice low, dark as the undertow. “You’ve hunted less.”
Phainon crossed his arms. “Are you just scared to show me? Do I threaten you Mydei?” A sly smile tugged at his lips.
For the first time, Mydei rose from his seat. He didn’t move fast, but every step he took pulled at the air, and drew the shadows close. When he stood before Phainon, his presence swallowed the distance. His heat was overwhelming, his scent was sweet, smoky and something distinctly metallic.
The air shifted—like the stillness before a storm.
Phainon didn’t move, though every nerve in his body screamed at him to run. Mydei stood before him, silent, the flicker of firelight rippling across his skin like a tide of gold.
“You think I’m scared of you?” Mydei chuckled, his voice a low murmur that trembled the glass on the table. “No, Phainon. You excite me.”
“How?”
Mydei’s smile faded entirely. His pupils dilated until only a faint ring of red remained. “Your stubbornness truly knows no bounds. It makes me… as silly as it sounds— want to break you.”
The room seemed to breathe, the walls pulsed faintly with the same rhythm as Mydei’s chest. The candles sputtered and flared. Phainon stood up and took one instinctive step back, his hand twitching toward his dagger, but he didn’t draw it. He couldn’t.
The shadows around Mydei thickened. His silhouette wavered. There was light. A pulse of it, violent and silent. Cracks of luminescence tore through his skin like veins of molten glass and Phainon’s breath hitched.
Mydei’s form began to expand—not suddenly, but with dreadful slowness. His spine arched, his breath deepened into a low, resonant hum. Crystal structures bursted softly from his shoulders, refracting the firelight into shards of color that crawled up the ceiling. The overwhelming scent of blood filled the air and Phainon’s lungs.
Mydei’s hair unraveled into glowing strands, floating as though underwater. Claws extended from his hands, glinting like polished obsidian. Fangs caught the firelight when he breathed, and a faint halo of crystal dust shimmered around him—glittering motes suspended in the air, spinning lazily.
From his back came a quiet cracking, like ice shifting beneath pressure. Tentacles, or what could only resemble them, formed from blackened crystal and crimson dust. They swayed slowly, as though stretching the air, the gold veins pulsating with each slither.
Phainon stumbled back, his breath coming shallow and quick. The air was thick, heavy, and humming with power. The crystals embedded within the walls responded, glowing faintly in sync with Mydei’s heartbeat—or what might have been his.
The flicker of the fire caught Mydei's new form, his eyes—if they could still be called that—were still molten gold, but depthless and empty. When they fixed on Phainon, it felt like the entire room shrunk onto him.
“You wanted to see me, yes?” Mydei said quietly. “So look at me. Do you feel it? That sensation?”
Phainon did. He felt every bit of it.
The crimson tentacles coiled slowly around the table, brushing it with impossible delicacy. Every breath Phainon took felt heavy, as though he were inhaling the weight of centuries.
It was beautiful.
And horrifying.
Phainon couldn’t tell which struck him harder.
Or if he could get any harder.
“You’re beautiful.” Phainon croaked out, his neck completely craned upwards in order to see Mydei’s face.
“Am I? Truly rich coming from you, deliverer.” Phainon’s nickname hung over him, the sheer rasp in Mydei’s voice rang through his ears.
Phainon couldn’t move.
The room pulsed with a rhythm that wasn’t his own, and every thud of his heart seemed to echo back unbearably loud. The air vibrated between them, thick with heat and crystal amber.
Mydei’s head tilted slightly, the motion almost inhumanly graceful for something that vast. His gaze pinned Phainon in place, the feeling almost phantasmagorical.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” Mydei murmured. His voice was a low current that passed straight through Phainon’s bones. “That pull. It’s not fear.”
Phainon’s lips parted, but no sound came. His pulse was racing too fast for words to find space between his breaths.
“It’s want.” Mydei continued, taking a slow step forward. The ground creaked faintly, and the glow of the crystals across his body dimmed, then flared—like a living heartbeat in mineral form. “It’s need. The body remembers before the mind does. It knows what it stands for.”
Phainon tried to steady his breathing, tried to speak, but the air itself pressed against his lungs. Mydei loomed above him, his form both human and not, the smooth lines of his face caught in the glow of his own light.
Phainon’s throat tightened. “I…”
Mydei smiled. “You? You what? Come now, use your words.”
He bent down, slow as ever. The shadow of his form covered Phainon, casting him in shadow. The scent of metal and fire filled the air, the quiet crackle of energy whistled through the room.
Phainon’s hand twitched toward his dagger again — not to draw it, but to remind himself it was there. That he was still the hunter, not the prey. But when Mydei leaned closer, that distinction dissolved.
Mydei’s voice dropped to a murmur. “You came to end me. Right? Go on. Try.”
Phainon swallowed hard, his jaw tight, his breath trembling as he met Mydei’s gorgeous eyes. He could see himself reflected in them, his form shivering. But there was something else in that reflection too… It was fascinating.
He should have looked away. But he didn’t.
Mydei’s gaze softened. “Tell me,” he said quietly, “is it easier to hate what you don’t understand?”
The question hit something deep. Phainon exhaled sharply, the breath shaky. “You’re—” his voice broke before he could finish.
“A monster?” Mydei whispered. “Then call me that.”
He leaned down further until the space between them was a thin line of air. Phainon’s pulse roared in his ears; he felt dizzy from how intense the heat was. Mydei didn’t touch him — he didn’t have to.
The world blurred at the edges. The light, the shimmer, the scent—it all blended into something dreamlike and unbearable. Phainon’s hand rose of its own accord, trembling as if pulled by instinct, his fingers stopping just short of Mydei’s— now bare— chest.
“Tell me what you want.” Mydei ordered, his voice surprisingly gentle but still firm.
“You.” Phainon rasped.
Mydei understood thoroughly.
“Alright.”
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The air seemed even warmer. Crystal shimmered along the walls of Mydei’s bedroom, the crimson curtains almost looked aglow against the stark darkness of outside, for midnight had struck. But the absolutely stunning light adorning the room was the least of Phainon’s worries.
Mydei’s home may have felt faux, but Phainon allowed his focus to stay on Mydei. The man lay before him. Phainon’s thighs were straddling Mydei’s strong hips, Mydei was so large it caused a strain within Phainon’s legs as he spread them wide. The Deliverer couldn’t rip his eyes away from the unbelievable sight before him. Mydei’s cock, large, heavy and erect, stood up against Phainon’s torso, the sheer length and size monstrous in comparison to him. Phainon could feel his own erection throb at the thought of Mydei’s monster cock pistoning in and out of him.
The trip to the room was a blur, Phainon couldn’t even remember when his clothes came off, but he didn’t care. The air around him still laid thick but it was cold. His only source of warmth? Mydei.
The damn monster he came here to kill.
“I can still kill you.” Phainon rasped, heavy lust grazing his voice.
“I’m sure you can. But if I’m dead, I can’t exactly please you.” Mydei chuckled, as much as it may have been a taunt, Phainon still felt his cock further harden. He
loved when Mydei would taunt him, it added fuel to the fire that was his arousal.
“Shut up.” Phainon scoffed, adjusting himself downwards so his face was pressed upon Mydei’s cock. Mydei sucked in from his teeth when he felt Phainon lick a long stripe up his dick, and he groaned when Phainon sucked on the tip. Phainon struggled to put his whole mouth around the bulbous head, the size straining the corners of his mouth as he tried to shove himself down.
Tears were inevitable as Phainon forced himself to take more, his lips ached and his throat burned, but it was exhilarating. “Tch— careful. Don’t hurt yourself.” Mydei laughed at the rather eager attempt. He knew Phainon was trying to prove himself, but completely failing to do so. Phainon moaned, the sound reverberating around Mydei’s cock, even then he barely felt pleasure.
If it weren’t for Mydei’s over compensating size, Phainon probably would’ve been good at this— unfortunately Mydei was a dick.
Phainon had to slip himself off of Mydei’s cock for a second, taking just a moment to breathe. That was until he felt something push himself down. It wasn’t Mydei’s claw… but a tentacle…?
Before Phainon even knew it, tentacles sprouted from Mydei’s back and began to wrap around him. His hips, thighs, torso and ass were all being tugged, groped and tickled. “Tap twice if you need to let up.” Mydei warned before the tentacle holding Phainon’s head pushed him further onto Mydei’s cock.
Phainon began tearing up into full sobs as he tried to focus on breathing around Mydei. His mouth ached and his cock weeped pathetically against himself. “As for the oral history I have felt, this… is quite pathetic, deliverer.” Phainon felt his cock throb at the insult.
“Tch. You can’t even suction your mouth properly. So eager yet so… lost.” Mydei reclined back onto the headboard as he let his tentacles do the work.
Phainon, no matter how much he wanted to prove Mydei wrong and suck the life out of him— just couldn’t. The damnned dick was too fucking big!
A harsh suck was delivered before Phainon gasped around the little he had taken from Mydei’s cock as he felt a tendril rub between his cheeks. He’d let the cock slip from his lips as the thin tentacle slid into his ass, the wetness felt cold against the heat of his hole. “Fuck—“ Phainon whined against the thick cock resting against his face.
The tendril reached devastatingly deep inside Phainon, spreading his walls as it thrusted in and out. Phainon tried to suck at the side of Mydei’s cock, determined to make the man— no monster come. “As much as I admire your tenacity, please. Focus.” Mydei said, his large claw yanking Phainon’s tuft of ivory hair upright before placing him down onto his side.
Another tentacle joined, this one much thicker. It slickened the rim of his hole before pushing in, the feeling foreign to Phainon. “Is this the first time you’ve taken anything inside you?” Mydei asked, his voice genuine.
“Y—yes, ah!” Phainon managed to slip a word out before the tendril knocked against his prostate. The two tentacles started to spread his anal walls, their objective clear; prepare him for Mydei’s cock.
Phainon was so dazed he could barely keep his eyes open at Mydei before they began to roll into the back of his head. A sickening squelch echoed through Phainon’s ears as the tendrils fucked him open.
Each time the damn tentacles moved, they’d avoid his sweet spot like the plague. “Mydei— please.” Phainon begged into Mydei’s side.
“Please what?”
“Let me come. Please. Please.” Phainon pleaded as drool seeped from his lips.
“Why should I let you? You couldn’t even please me. Are you that self centered about sex, HKS?” Mydei was overly amused by the state the hunter was in. He couldn’t deny the rush of pride he got when he saw Phainon— the one meant to kill him— begging for his cock with his ass in the air.
Phainon didn’t know how long he’d been getting stretched out over the tendrils— but he was getting impatient. He needed to come.
“Of course not—“ Phainon desperately tried to explain. “But, if coming is what you’re worried about… being inside me will be much more sufficient.”
“…”
Mydei’s face quickly dropped from amusement to awe. You’d think he bitched out the damn deliverer from how lewd he was talking.
“Mm, I suppose you’re correct.” Mydei said, adjusting himself up to stand off the bed. Phainon felt the tendrils retreat from inside him with a slick pop. He whined at the loss, his asshole was wet and gaping.
Mydei strode towards the front of the bed, right behind Phainon.
“Ass up, head down. You know how to do that right?” Mydei asked, hiking one of his knees over the mattress. Phainon didn’t respond but simply obeyed, he laid down on his stomach and wiggled his ass in the air, the movement enticing a slap against his cheek.
The pain was wonderful.
Phainon’s collar was still snug against his throat when he swallowed, the leather strained as he turned his head to look at Mydei behind him. Using tentacles to spread Phainon’s ass, Mydei lined his cock up to his hole, the tip teasing in.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes—“
Mydei didn’t even let Phainon finish his sentence before thrusting in.
“OUGH—“
Phainon sputtered on his spit as Mydei shoved the tip of his thick cock inside him, the sheer weight of it crushing Phainon’s prostate. Mydei stilled completely, allowing Phainon to get used to the intrusion.
Phainon’s body shivered and trembled as he braced himself tighter onto the bed, the mattress sinking from his weight. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” Phainon’s eyes continued to spill tears as he hung his head low, his throat still sore from the attempted blowjob he gave Mydei earlier.
He kept trying to slam his hips back and forth, desperately hoping that he could manage to take more of Mydei’s thick cock. “Hold on.” Mydei rasped, his words moving with a whimper. Phainon’s hole was stretched obscenely wide over his tip, the warmth almost hypnotic.
The crimson tentacles tugged at Phainon’s pink rim, he wheezed when they slipped inside him. Mydei’s claws were far too sharp to be delicate to Phainon’s ass, so the tentacles would have to suffice. Regardless of Mydei already trying to sheath himself further into the syrupy heat, Phainon kept trying to move his ass backwards on his cock. Mydei chuckled, his voice cracking slightly. “Monster hunter… hah… reduced… to a common whore?”
Phainon bit his lip to suppress his whimper from slipping past his pink lips, the degradation only making him painfully harder. “Oh? Don’t tell me you liked that.” Mydei’s grin grew wider at the realization that this mighty monster hunter was getting off on being degraded to nothing but a whore.
And Phainon loved it. He loved it when Mydei was mean to him, he loved it when Mydei would roughhouse with him, and titans did he love it when he was getting speared onto a cock that was probably too big to handle. Phainon was huge, his shoulders were broad and he towered over almost everyone around him— but the sheer size of Mydei’s natural form almost dwarfed him.
Phainon loved it.
“Answering me is preferable, delivery boy.” The nickname felt even more degrading, that’s why Phainon never corrected Mydei when he used it. Phainon still laid whimpering and shaking, his attitude still defiant.
“Mutt.” Mydei drifted a tentacle to the leather choker still wrapped around Phainon’s neck, gliding it over the sun tattoo and latching the tip of it around the choker, making a makeshift leash. He pulled taut, the leather strained wonderfully around Phainon’s neck, the redness of his skin complimenting it perfectly.
“Fuckyou…!” Phainon cursed out, his prostate still being crushed by the tip of Mydei’s massive cock. “You can try— if you last that is… but,” Mydei trailed off and brought one of his claws and glided a line across Phainon’s weeping cock, the size of his hand making it look rather pathetic in retrospect. “I highly doubt this’ll do much.”
Phainon shivered and sobbed even harder, the cold air still prickled along his skin and Mydei’s words only fueled the heat rushing through his body. Inch by devastating inch Phainon was speared even further onto Mydei’s monster cock, the bulbous veins wrecking his walls. Phainon felt Mydei’s slow and gradual pace coming to a stop. “Hngh, guh… is it— all the way in?”
“All the way in? Don’t be silly.” Mydei wheezed, still struggling to keep his composure from the tight wet heat around him. “Do you wanna see how far inside I am?” Mydei asked teasingly, leaning his broad frame down to hover over Phainon’s back. “S—see? How…? Ack—!”
Phainon felt himself get hoisted up by his powerful thighs and adjusted forward. Mydei had taken him to the front of the bed and… is that a fucking mirror? Phainon’s brain short circuited as he stared into his reflection. His eyes were shot open with tears, his lips were puffy and pink, his chest rose up and down with every ragged breath he took. Bite marks glittered his scarred torso and freckled shoulders, bruises forming where Mydei had sucked and bit.
Phainon made the dire mistake of looking down.
His cock weeped pathetically against his stomach, still painfully hard no matter how many times he came that night. Settling right above his thick and aching cock— was a bump. Phainon wheezed at the sight, he was being stuffed so full you could see it from his tummy.
Phainon simply just stared at the reflection in both horror and arousal, his mouth stood agape and his eyes were shot wide. “Your expression is wonderful.” Mydei chuckled, not tauntingly but out of actual admiration. “Do you see yourself? Do you see me?” Mydei asked, trailing his hands from Phainon’s thighs to his ass, spreading his hole to slot Phainon down further.
Phainon was so stuffed he could barely compose a coherent thought… an answer seemed advanced at the moment. “Am I fucking you that silly, Deliverer?” Mydei’s massive frame leaned over Phainon, bouncing Phainon slowly up and down his lap. “It's only the tip... Think you can handle more?”
Phainon muttered something inaudible with his head hung low. With a slight sigh, Mydei started to pull Phainon off his cock entirely. “Wha— no! No no no!” Phainon whimpered as Mydei began to pull out. “Hm? If you can’t communicate with me during this, then we’re not having sex at all.” Mydei stated flatly, his condition set in basically stone. “I want this… I want you— please put it back in, Mydei… don’t make me beg.”
“Ohhh, but making you beg is the fun part.”
Mydei nibbled at the shell of Phainon’s ear, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin. “Please…. Please… fuck me…” Phainon whimpered, his lips quivering.
“Mm. As you wish.”
Mydei dropped Phainon down onto his cock entirely.
“GAK—?!”
Phainon shrieked as the thick cock battered into his stretched hole, the gravity of it all forcing him down halfway onto Mydei’s cock. Mydei’s claws still held tight around his waist but the small protruding of his stomach had grown exponentially. Phainon’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull and his head lolled backwards against Mydei’s shoulder.
“Now I’ll ask again—“
“Ough…” Phainon hiccuped.
“Can you handle more?”
“I— hah..” Phainon spluttered, his hands and voice shaking incoherently. Phainon really did try to wheeze out a response, but the intensity of Mydei’s cock ramming his poor prostate simply distracted him. Mydei disappointedly sighed “I’ll pull ou—“
“Please… I— can handle it…” Phainon hiccuped, dragging his head up to make eye contact with Mydei.
“Is that so?” Mydei grunted.
“Yes… fuck yes, just please.”
Mydeimos took a second to relish in the moment that Phainon had been speared onto his girth. Phainon had arched into Mydei’s grasp perfectly, his skin was angrily red and flushed, his eyes were glossed over with salty tears, and best of all— his nipples were puffy and pink, almost begging for attention. Mydei huffed a quick laugh.
“Feeling needy, deliverer? I’ll give you what you want.”
Mydei slid his massive hand over Phainon’s muscled chest and pulled at an erected nipple. The tentacle holding Phainon’s choker pulled even harder, choking him in the act.
“Ah…!”
Mydei bucked his hips up and down into Phainon’s tight ass so rough it was like he was trying to breed and break him. Slick strings connected his hips to Phainon’s ass with each thrust, his syrupy warmth enveloped almost all of Mydei’s cock.
“Hnngh…!”
A sharp thrust was fucked into him.
“Ack…! Ugh…”
Another one.
“Oughhh…!”
And another one.
Phainon couldn’t stop himself from squirting out weak splurts of cum with each thrust, he came untouched over and over and over again.
Mydei’s pace was punishing, his cock wasn’t even fully sheathed into Phainon, but his patience was wearing thin and he couldn’t stop himself from fucking into him with vigor. Each thrust was long and harsh, the impact bruising Phainon’s poor hole. Phainon’s thighs ached in Mydei’s hands and the view of his hole being stretched so incredibly wide by a cock far too big for him to take simply excited him further.
You’d think Phainon had a soppy pussy with how slick his hole was, his rim was only barely able to latch onto Mydei’s cock each time he pulled out— only to end up fucking back in. Mydei squished Phainon’s cheeks with one of his hands, forcing Phainon to stare into his own reflection shamefully.
“Slut. You’re getting off to this aren’t you?” Mydei scolded, as his hips stuttered into the plush of Phainon’s ass. “More…please— more…!” Phainon didn’t even know what else he could say, he just wanted more. It didn’t matter that his cum had been splattered all along his thighs and torso, it didn’t matter that his back ached and it surely didn’t matter that he was getting fucked so hard he felt like he could get pregnant.
“More? Hah, truly there is no satiating you, is there?” Mydei mocked, shoving more of his monster cock into his lover. “I— cumming again…!” Phainon whimpered out at a particularly harsh thrust.
Mydei still hadn’t come once.
Tentacles slithered their way up around Phainon’s bent body, they slid cooly over scorching skin. One of the slick appendages wrapped around one of his thighs, another wrapped around the entirety of his torso. By holding him up with his tendrils, Mydei focused his attention to the pink puffy nipples on his lover.
His balls met his ass as he fucked deeper into Phainon, the bulge showing through Phainon’s stomach became much more pronounced. Squelches and slaps of wet skin against skin reverberated through the room and Phainon’s cries grew louder from overstimulation. The pace in which Myde was thrusting into him became increasingly intense, erratic and rough.
“Phainon…” Mydei slipped out a long drawn out moan, using Phainon’s actual name for the first time tonight.
…
It was still night… right?
Out of pure curiosity and slight terror, Phainon attempted to look out towards the curtains next to him, and he could barely see a very thin sliver of blinding light.
The sun.
He promised Cyrene he would be back home around midnight to finish the movie they were watching and it was already morning?! He was so fuc—
A wave of cum being pumped inside him quickly drew Phainon’s attention to the monster behind him. Mydei came with a loud groan and his hips had completely connected to Phainon’s ass. Even as he came, he thrusted and grinded into his hole, dragging Phainon out from the flurry of his thoughts. Feeling tired, Mydei leaned over and held Phainon down to the mattress once again, completely caging him in.
“Deliverer.” Mydei rasped, pulling out slightly. “More… I require more…” Mydei slurred and whined, dropping down almost all of his hefty weight onto Phainon.
“More…? You just came— how could you possibly—“ Phainon was starstruck for how could this guy possibly wanna go again?!
“Please.” Mydei begged, his tendrils tightening tighter around Phainon’s thighs.
“I needed to go home to Cyrene a while ago.” Phainon reasoned, his breath still uneven.
“Your sister? I see…” Mydei trailed off, he couldn’t act like he wasn’t disappointed, but he wasn’t going to pressure Phainon into anything he didn’t want to do.
“But—“ Phainon gasped at the feeling of Mydei’s cock slipping out.
“Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt…?”
Mydei stared at Phainon with pure awe. “Are you sure?”
“Very. Now get back to it.” Phainon ordered, a cocky smile plastering against his face once again. A hippy purr grumbled from Mydei’s throat as he tightened the tendrils wrapped around Phainon’s body and started once again.
“Whore.”
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The sky above Okhema had only just begun to pale when Phainon reached home. The fog still clung low to the cobblestones, and the air carried that sharp, briny scent of the sea. His boots left faint, wet prints on the steps as he pushed open the familiar wooden door.
The hinges gave a soft creak and before he could even set his bag down, a voice came cutting through the quiet.
“Three days, Phainon.”
He froze.
Cyrene stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, her hair spilling over her shoulder. The hem of her night robe brushed the floor as she descended, her slippers making no sound. Her expression was almost unreadable
“Three days,” she repeated, her tone somewhere between exasperation and relief. “I was about to send a search party. Or worse— call Aglaea and set up a damn funeral for you.”
Phainon managed a faint, weary smile. “Yo…”
She reached him in a few quick steps, tugged off his hood, and frowned at the mess underneath, his hair was damp, his face pale from cold and lack of sleep. “You look like you wrestled a bear.”
“Not far off.”
Cyrene sighed through her mouth, then motioned him toward the kitchen. “Sit. Before you fall over and die, then I’ll really have to pay for the funeral service…”
He obeyed without protest, slumping into the nearest chair. “I got a story to tell ya!” His eyes gleamed as he slid his boots off.
“Do I really want to hear it?”
“It’s about the monster, I really hope you do!”
“You mean the one you fucked?”
Phainon nearly choked on his spit.
“Wha— huh?!”
“Don’t act dumb. I can see the damn bruises on your back and you smell like shit.”
“…”
Cyrene simply sighed. “I said kill the damn thing… not get butt—fucked by it.”
“…”
”Idiot”
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