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‘Liliana Vess,’ Garruk said aloud.
There she stood, smirking, on the other side of the clearing. Her hands glowed and pulsed with a deep violet energy; she must have had no trouble tapping into the thick and wild mana of Shandalar.
‘You’re looking healthy, Garruk,’ she said to him. ‘I find killing tends to have that effect – it certainly keeps my skin youthful. Not to mention how your manners have improved! We’ve been speaking for almost eight seconds and you haven’t tried to swing that abominable axe at me yet. I tell you, if it weren’t for that ugly hedron sticking from your neck I’d even consider bringing you as arm candy to my next dinner party. Those are some muscles just begging to be shown off.’
She laughed, turning one of her bared shoulders a little toward him. Garruk sneered, two parts sexual attraction having been mixed in with five parts primal hatred a long time ago when it came to Liliana. He took a step nearer.
‘Ah-ah, not so close now!’ she laughed, her hands glowing brighter with malign force. ‘We all know how well this worked out for you last time.’
Garruk frowned. She glowed threateningly with mana, but fired out no tendrils of agony to remind him of her power. Summoned no ghastly dead from the ground to impede his path. If he knew Liliana – and he’d been hunting her for a long time now, so it was safe to say he did – she would never hesitate to cause a little pain.
He stepped nearer still.
‘I’d stay back, you enormous brute, or I’ll wither that handsome face and body of yours in a second. Although it looks like you haven’t bathed in a while – perhaps I’d be doing the multiverse a favour.’
Garruk slung his axe over his back again and crossed his arms. This had gone on long enough. ‘The looks are perfect. And you got her voice right. But the smells are all wrong, Beleren.’
There was a pause, and then the seductive form of Liliana the necromancer flickered, blurred, and was replaced by a very different one – dressed in a blue hooded cloak and a little shorter, his head only coming up to the centre of Garruk’s broad and bare chest.
‘I want to help you,’ Jace said. The extent to which he had to crane his neck to make eye contact at this distance was comical.
‘Help me? You think you can help me? What even makes you think I’d accept the offer?’
‘The hedron bought us some time,’ Jace said hurriedly. ‘It’s slowed the curse, but not reversed it. We have healers, on Ravnica, who could at least try. Come with me… please. Drop this infernal obsession with Liliana Vess—’
Garruk was considering unsheathing his axe again and swinging it to get him to shut up just as they were interrupted anyway. Jace could get no further words out, the wind knocked out of him as he was charged to the ground by a Kird ape, swinging through the foliage and into the clearing to attack what it must have thought were two unsuspecting humans.
Roaring, Garruk immediately unsheathed his axe and firmly batted the beast off of the struggling body of the mind mage. The ape roared, too, its sights now set on the more formidable of its two opponents. It lunged forward, but Garruk was ready; he parried and counterstruck, slicing the beast cleanly across its midriff as it leapt past him. There it crumpled on the ground where Garruk easily delivered a final blow, finishing it off. Its grunting stopped. Once more there was only the whisper of rustling leaves and cawing of distant birds.
‘…Th-thank you,’ Jace stammered, slowly rising to his feet. ‘I… I should have seen that coming.’
‘You weren’t paying attention,’ Garruk growled, wiping off his axe on the trunk of a tree before sheathing it again. ‘A good hunter always pays attention.’
‘And you are a good hunter,’ Jace said quickly, an urgent look on his face. ‘But the innocent people that you choose as your quarry don’t deserve—’
‘Aren’t you going to leave me alone, now that I’ve saved your life?’ Garruk sneered. It wasn’t just Jace’s irritating manner that made Garruk want him to leave. It had been weeks since he’d last spoken to someone. That was a long time to be alone, and he could feel himself in danger of succumbing to his more carnal side now that there was another warm body around. ‘I don’t want your help. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.’
‘But I don’t want to!’ Jace squeaked. ‘You’re very talented. Imagine what good those skills could be put to if we could just get rid of that poison in your veins.’
Garruk said nothing. Sometimes he wanted to get better. Sometimes he didn’t. It came and went in spates, and right now, he wasn’t sure.
Jace seemed to take his hesitancy as an invitation to approach. He stumbled through the roots and duff of the forest floor until they were standing very close. ‘I’m not afraid of you. I know others call you a monster, but I can see you’re still human. You still bleed, see, where that beast nicked you just now.’
Garruk turned over his forearm. There was indeed a minor cut there, bleeding ever so slightly. He hadn’t even noticed.
‘And you still sweat. My goodness do you sweat. Was it from the exertion of combat, or our conversation now? I can see it trickling down your chest… running down from your matted armpit hair…’
Jace’s face looked strangely dreamy for a moment, before snapping back to sudden alertness. His eyes quickly glowed blue, and while Garruk looked on in confusion, there were suddenly two, four, six illusion Jaces spanning out from him in the middle. Garruk blinked, no longer sure which was the real one. They all seemed to shimmer like blue glass turning in a light that wasn’t there.
‘On your guard!’ Jace called to him telepathically. ‘There’s a mind mage nearby.’
Garruk raised his head to the wind, inhaling deeply. ‘The only mind mage I smell around here is you, Beleren.’
‘No, there… there must be someone else around,’ Jace thought to him frantically. ‘Someone is messing with my thoughts.’
‘What makes you say that? There’s nobody here.’
‘But I was just… I just…’ The Jaces collapsed into one again, and he spoke aloud. ‘Something must be messing with my thoughts. I… wouldn’t think that.’
Garruk watched with interest as Jace nervously looked up at Garruk’s face, then quickly down at his chest, before scrunching his face up and turning away.
‘What were you thinking?’ Garruk asked in a low voice. He could smell Jace well, now that he was this close. He could smell his hair. His body. And that he was aroused. It made Garruk interested. His instincts were kicking in. He didn’t want Jace to leave anymore.
‘I was… looking at your body, and… and your body hair,’ Jace admitted carefully. He still wouldn’t look at Garruk directly, instead addressing a tree several yards away. ‘And the way you smell. Your sweat. Your muscles. And it felt… I don’t know why, but it felt good. And that’s why there must be something wrong with me, because why would I think… that way.’
‘You’ve never been with another man before?’ Garruk asked. If this were to be Jace’s first time, it would make it all the more delicious.
‘Never,’ he answered. ‘And I’m not interested. That’s the thing. Have you?’
‘Many times,’ Garruk said, taking a calculated step forward. This wasn’t the prey he woke up to pursue, but at this point it was all he wanted. ‘I live in the wilds. I do whatever feels good.’
Jace nodded in a phatic sort of way, still not looking.
‘I bet you’d feel good,’ Garruk growled.
Jace looked up, startled. ‘Wh-what?’
‘I think you’d feel warm. And tight. I can tell you’d be loud.’
‘I’m not!’ Jace stammered. ‘I, I mean I wouldn’t be. I’m not going to be. Could you – oh, gods, I can smell you from here…’
‘That’s it,’ Garruk grunted, stepping closer still. ‘Breathe deep.’
‘You stink of sweat,’ Jace said, coughing a little. ‘Gods, when was the last time you bathed?’
‘You like it, don’t you.’
‘N-no I don’t!’
‘You’re forgetting – I can smell you, too,’ Garruk grinned, casually raising a massive arm and scratching at his armpit. It amused him that Jace couldn’t look away. ‘I can smell how aroused you are. There are some things your illusions can’t hide.’
‘I, uh… that really isn’t, uh…’
‘When you were pretending to be Liliana, you sounded like you were flirting. You kept mentioning my muscles. And my scent.’
‘That’s… that’s how she talks, though. Isn’t it?’ Jace asked uncertainly. ‘She’s always, er… always flirting…’
‘You did it better than she does,’ Garruk grinned. ‘You meant it.’
Jace said nothing now. Garruk could see the little man turning it around in his head, overthinking it as he did everything. Never for once in his life would he take the initiative, do what feels good rather than obsess over what was right.
Growing impatient, Garruk tensed his pectoral muscles deliberately. Jace’s mouth involuntarily fell open. Garruk unfastened the clip on his cloak and let it fall to the forest floor before raising his arms above his head and flexing his biceps. Jace gasped.
‘You can feel them, if you like,’ Garruk said.
‘I’m supposed to be… you’re supposed to be coming with me, to Ravinca,’ Jace mumbled.
Growling restless, Garruk grabbed him. Jace was too dumb now, too intoxicated by Garruk’s scent to immediately resist – he pulled him so they were standing and almost touching. As he was jerked forward, Jace’s hand instinctively flung out to protect himself – which came into contact with Garruk’s abs, where it rested flat.
Garruk’s world inverted. The last thing he saw was the mind mage’s eyes glowing blue again before he was in a different place, seeing a different perspective: he was inside Jace’s mind, and he knew, somehow, that Jace was in his own. The trick was inadvertent and only lasted a moment, but a moment was long enough. By the time a couple of seconds had passed and Garruk was back in his own head, Jace had seen exactly what Garruk wanted to do to him. And Garruk had seen exactly what Jace wanted Garruk to do.
The two visions were startlingly similar.
‘Look, I, um—’
‘Shut up,’ Garruk growled, and tore at the front of the mage’s tunic.
Jace yelped, clutching at his ripped sleeve and desperately trying to shrug it further up, covering the exposed skin of his shoulder. Garruk saw the white lines etched across his body and wondered how far they went. Did they cover all of him? He intended to find out.
In a show of strength intended to impress as well as intimidate, he gripped the new opening in Jace’s clothing with each hand and pulled it fiercely in opposing directions. The fine Ravnican cloth was no match for his extraordinary muscle, and the thing ripped audibly in two. When every stitch had split Garruk was left with a blue half in each hand, and Jace was left naked from the waist up.
‘Oh, gods,’ Jace whimpered, faltering where he stood. He didn’t know whether to cover himself up or not, and obviously wasn’t used to being so exposed. It was very attractive. ‘Gods, you’re so strong.’
‘I’ve seen what you want,’ Garruk growled. ‘Come and get it.’
Jace blinked stupidly, his jaw slack, as Garruk raised an arm behind his head, exposing his dripping armpit. ‘Cnng’tthatigh,’ he slurred.
‘Say again.’
‘Can’t get that high,’ Jace repeated, not taking his eyes off Garruk’s hairy body. ‘You’re so big. Biggest man I ever met. You’re so big.’
‘Hmm,’ Garruk grinned, pleased that Jace thought so. ‘And I used to think you were the smartest man I’d met. I don’t think that’s true anymore. Look at you.’
Jace was too muddled to register the insult, but Garruk hadn’t intended it as one anyway. He looked so dumb, right then, hooked on what his senses of sight and smell were feeding him. There was now an obvious erection poking his robes outwards, but he either didn’t realise or was too horny to care. Either way was hot.
‘Alright, so you’re too short. Let me help you, then,’ Garruk growled, and grabbed Jace. The mage’s body was so slender that Garruk’s hand was almost enough to span the smaller man’s back, and it was no problem at all to pull him up against his body and then drag him upward off the floor until his head was buried in Garruk’s exposed underarm.
‘Mmhmmf,’ Jace groaned with pleasure as Garruk held him there. Garruk thought he saw great bursts of light a few metres in front of him – flashbangs and firecrackers as of a crowded festival – but they weren’t really there. It was Jace’s mind going haywire, losing control and firing off illusions that he hadn’t meant to.
‘You said I should bathe,’ Garruk laughed to himself. ‘Clean me off, go on.’
As an act of dominance intending to show the mage his place, Garruk raised and lowered Jace’s body, rubbing him against his sweating armpit as though he were a washrag. He felt the mage’s erection poking furiously into his side all the while, and snorted at the fact that he was obviously enjoying it.
When Garruk relented, deciding to afford the other man some air, he cupped both hands under his ass to hold him close to his chest. Jace’s legs were spread wide, only just able to reach around the larger man’s frame.
‘How do you feel?’ Garruk growled.
Jace couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even speak. His hair was dishevelled, his face and front smeared with sweat (both Garruk’s and, probably, his own). He looked absolutely drunk on Garruk’s scent: there was no question of intention from here. It was ownership. Jace was his, and his alone.
Garruk leaned down, kissing the mage on the mouth. Jace passively let it happen, opening his mouth wide to allow Garruk entry. Garruk slid in his tongue, overpowering Jace’s own and filling his mouth, dominating this little part of him the same way he intended to dominate the rest. Jace moaned happily, apparently able to summon the cognizance to loop his arms around Garruk’s neck.
While holding Jace in this position, Garruk was able to unfasten his belt with one hand. He let it fall to the ground, taking his fur hunter’s loincloth with it – now, save for the occasional belt, baldric or knife strapped to his shin, he was naked.
Jace didn’t notice at first, until Garruk deliberately lowered him a few inches. There his backside came into contact with Garruk’s sizeable erection, and his eyes immediately flew open with alarm on registering what it was.
‘Dear gods,’ Jace sighed, his mouth barely an inch from Garruk’s own. ‘You’re so… big.’
Garruk snarled with pride. He was going to split this insufferable telepath in half.
There was still plenty more teasing to be done first, though. Sometimes a hunt could be too easy, and it was better to work himself up. More satisfying that way. ‘Use your tongue,’ he ordered, shifting Jace deftly across so he was staring into the bushy undergrowth of Garruk’s other armpit. The mage seemed uncertain, so Garruk aggressively pushed him in. This was apparently all of the encouragement he needed.
Garruk grunted with pleasure as Jace licked him clean, one hand wrapped around Garruk’s back and the other pulling at and playing with the hair on his chest. Jace’s inhibitions, such as they might have been, had evaporated by now, and he no longer seemed to feel any need to withhold how much he was enjoying it. He was moaning and purring with pleasure, eagerly running his tongue over every square inch he had access to. It had been some time since Garruk had enjoyed company as keen as this, as craving – the fact that the mind mage had never done this before but was now so easily reduced to a subservient mess made it all the more gratifying. And to think, this man liked to fancy himself as ‘in charge’.
By now he was practically rutting, humping his comparatively small erection against Garruk’s side while he worked. Garruk chuckled to himself, and moved the pair of them a few yards across the forest floor. He lifted him up a little – Jace seemed as light as a feather – and pressed his back flat against the bark of a tree.
Now they were finally face-to-face, Garruk’s strong arms holding Jace several feet off the floor. They kissed again, more fervently than the first time – each one of them was growing impatient.
‘Slip out of your robes,’ Garruk growled in a low voice, knowing there was no chance Jace would not comply. The smaller man shivered, working his hands somewhere unseen, and after a moment Garruk heard the soft flutter of Jace’s last remaining garment drop to the earth. He felt something cold and wet, too, flick up against his chest – pre-come from Jace’s excited cock, now sprung free, decorating his front.
Garruk bit Jace on the neck, more softly than he would have liked, but still hard enough to make the smaller man scream. For now, he was holding himself back. When they were fully in the throes of it, he might not be so generous to his lover.
Holding Jace under his thighs, Garruk hoisted the man another couple of feet up the bark of the tree. He heard Jace mewling pathetically in protest, nervous about being so far off the ground, but he quickly stopped struggling when Garruk spread his legs and leaned in, running a flat tongue over Jace’s nether region.
He smelled so clean, Garruk thought to himself. Perfectly washed in every nook and cranny, and even smelling faintly of flowers. Herbs. Fancy Ravnican soaps, he imagined. He was planning on ruining that. By the time he was done with him, Jace would be absolutely stinking of sex.
As he lapped at Jace’s tight and puckering asshole, he found it hard to believe the mage had never done anything like this before. He was moaning and sighing candidly, his cock twitching with pleasure, and running a hand through Garruk’s hair.
When Garruk deemed he was sufficiently prepared, he lowered Jace and carried him over to a large, flattish rock – his body reclined there at a good angle. Garruk was able to step over him, his enormous cock hanging thick and hard over Jace’s chest, and only inches from his face.
‘Gods…’ Jace stammered, biting his lip. He couldn’t say the next part out loud, but he thought it in Garruk’s direction. Whether he’d meant to or not was unclear, but either way Garruk got the message: maybe ‘monster’ isn’t so wide of the mark after all.
Garruk gripped his cock at the base, his large hand still only covering about half of the shaft. He pointed the tip at Jace’s mouth, wondering if the younger man would seize the initiative and get to work without being asked. He didn’t. No, he was still too dumb – too hypnotised by the mere sight of Garruk’s prick to move or speak, which suited Garruk just fine. If this was going to be the little man’s first time sucking a cock, he intended to make it memorable.
As an act of dominance, he pushed his cock firmly against Jace’s face, smearing it with his own pre-ejaculate. He pulled his foreskin back, rubbing up and down and forcing Jace to close his eyes as he gave no consideration to where he dragged it. He smothered his mouth with the width of the shaft, forcing Jace to breathe through his nose and inhale more of Garruk’s musk. Once or twice he lifted it up, letting it fall back against Jace’s cheek with a hard slap. Letting him feel the weight of it. He loved the response it elicited – scared and aroused were a good combination, and right now Jace was smelling like both. He had good reasons to be.
‘Open your mouth,’ he finally ordered, and Jace obliged. He obviously loved being told what to do more than he would admit.
Still gripping his cock with one hand, Garruk pushed himself in. He immediately groaned in pleasure, welcoming the feeling of invading this warm and wet part of him. He felt Jace’s tongue instantly getting to work, licking and rolling over the head of his cock, cleaning the salty tip of it. He tried pushing in a little deeper and Jace hemmed, gagging a little – pathetic. He’d only stuck the head in and, what, another inch or two? Barely a third of the whole length. He was going to have to do better than this.
With his other hand he gripped Jace tightly by the hair, making him moan with pain, pleasure or both. He held his head firmly back against the rock and took another half-step forward, towering directly over him now. Yes, this was a better angle. Jace wouldn’t need to lift his head – Garruk could fuck his mouth directly.
So he did. He thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock in and out, slowly at first and not too deep, but testing going a little nearer the back of his throat every time. Once or twice Jace spluttered and coughed, but seemed like he was trying his hardest. When Garruk finally slid in just a little too far and Jace struggled, violently choking, Garruk backed off by an inch and held still, leaving Jace’s mouth full with his cock. He angrily pressed a hand over Jace’s nose, suffocating him. Jace’s eyes flew open in panic.
‘Can you taste my cock?’ Garruk growled down at him. ‘Can you breathe around it, or is it too big for you, huh?’
Jace could only manage muffled gasps, half of his airway blocked. Garruk wondered if he was enjoying it or not, but he got his answer when his ears detected rapid movement under and behind him – he looked over his shoulder and saw Jace aggressively masturbating himself, pre-come flicking liberally over his stomach and trimmed pubic hair. Garruk laughed a deep, low laugh.
‘None of that,’ he said, reaching down with his free hand to grab Jace’s arm and cease his motions. His arm felt so skinny compared to his own; he could have snapped it like a twig. ‘You can jerk off when I tell you you can jerk off. Understood?’
Jace, tears in his eyes from the face-fucking and unable to nod his head from how tightly Garruk was gripping his hair, could only give a muffled ‘mhmm.’
‘Good.’
He pulled out his cock and let Jace breathe freely again. He was panting like a dog, hair mussed up and sticking to the sides of his face. His skin was damp with sweat, pre-come and his own spit. If only his high and mighty council could see him now, Garruk thought. He brandished his cock like a weapon and bounced it off Jace’s tongue a few times. ‘Deep breaths,’ he said encouragingly. ‘The hardest part is next.’
His dick was throbbing harder than it had done in months. Though he never would have called Jace attractive before, there was something satisfying about reducing him to this mess. Jace, too, looked achingly hard. Fluid was spilling from the tip on and off like a tap – it must have been a long time since he’d gotten off. If the little runt ever had.
He shuffled down Jace’s body and grabbed him by the legs, thrusting them straight into the air. Jace cried out in panic as he was bent double, exposing everything he had to offer straight in the air for Garruk to take stock of. Beautiful.
He let a glob of saliva drop down onto Jace’s anus, and then used a thick finger to push it in. Jace wailed with what definitely wasn’t pleasure this time – of course, he had never done this before. A kinder lover would be gentle, but that wasn’t Garruk. He ignored him and kept fingering him at the same pace: it was the only way he would get used to it. Perhaps that was cruel, but it was a compromise between easing up and deliberately fingering him harder just to teach him a lesson. Just to get him to shut up, and keep his begging to himself. But that was just his sadistic streak talking.
He added a second finger when it seemed like Jace was ready for it, helping to stretch him out for what was coming. Impatient though he was (and knowing that Jace couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything about it if he just went ahead and started fucking him without preparation), he knew that the mage had a propensity to deleting his own memories when they were too unpleasant to look back on. Garruk, irrationally, didn’t want that to happen. He wanted Jace to remember this. Forever.
This was what he was thinking on as he lowered Jace’s legs a little, lining his hips up with his own, positioning the head of his fat cock against Jace’s slick (but still woefully inexperienced) asshole. If he was too rough, Jace would delete the memory. But if he was too gentle, he’d never leave an impression. He would guarantee that Jace would remember him.
‘Look at me,’ Garruk demanded, forcing eye contact. He held it sternly, looking into Jace’s innocent and questioning eyes. He pushed the tip in.
Jace cried out, instinctively wincing and squeezing his eyes shut from the sudden intrusion. He turned his head to the side, but Garruk held his hips still and slapped him across the side of the face. Not too hard, but Jace still looked back in fear and surprise.
‘I said look at me,’ Garruk repeated, baring his teeth. Jace nodded urgently to prove he understood. Garruk saw his hand quickly dart in the direction of his neglected little cock, and move back again when he remembered he didn’t have permission. Good. He was learning.
Garruk pushed in another inch or so, and though Jace gritted his teeth and hissed, he did not shut his eyes or look away. Garruk maintained a dominating eye contact as he pushed in a little deeper and held there for a few moments, taking wicked pleasure in just how much this obviously was for the mind mage – and knowing just how much further there was to go.
This might have only been his first time, but if Jace was under the impression that Garruk wasn’t about to fuck him with his entire glorious length, then he was wrong. Sorely, painfully wrong.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Garruk growled as he slid in a little further. About half way now. ‘You want the whole thing.’
Garruk slapped him again, more roughly this time, when he didn’t answer right away. Jace cried out sharply and nodded.
Jace’s dick wasn’t especially big, and it pleased Garruk to see that it had softened a little as he buried himself inside him. Obviously his body had other priorities right now, and not being torn in half was using up more of his concentration.
He stopped at about seven inches – maybe two thirds of the whole thing – before slowly beginning to pull out again. Gods, the man was so tight. This was going to be the best fuck he’d enjoyed in months.
He slowly set a rhythm, sliding in and out gently at first, but speeding up when Jace didn’t seem to be in as much discomfort anymore. It was a pleasure to feel Jace’s sphincter twitch and tighten around him every time his swollen head rubbed over his prostate. Normally his partner’s pleasure wasn’t much of a concern for him – the bitch either came or he didn’t, and that wasn’t his responsibility – but it was just so delicious to see Jace’s cock spasm and leak with every hit that he found himself consciously aiming for it.
‘F-f-fuck, Garr-r-uk…’ Jace managed in between thrusts. ‘You’re s-s-so… big…’
Garruk deliberately flexed his cock inside of Jace, adding that extra little bit of size, as a way of saying I know. Jace moaned with joy.
Unable to help himself, Garruk lunged forward and kissed the man deeply while he fucked him. Jace responded with passion, swirling his tongue over Garruk’s, and exploring his hairy chest with both hands.
The forest was hot with wild magic, and Garruk was soon sweating from the exertion. He pressed down on Jace’s comparatively tiny body underneath him, encouraging Jace to wrap his legs around Garruk’s body as best he could so he could plant his hands next to Jace’s head and tower over him while he fucked him. Jace was moaning so loudly, bouncing up and down the surface of the rock a little with every thrust, and when a droplet of sweat dripped down from Garruk’s body into his eye he was driven so wild with lust that he ignored Garruk’s order and started masturbating himself with one hand.
‘I told you not to do that,’ Garruk sneered, grasping Jace by the throat and squeezing. The little mage still didn’t stop jerking off, though, so he batted his hand away and struck him across the face again. ‘Alright. You asked for it.’
He stood up and pulled out with a wet schluck noise before picking Jace up and throwing him to the forest floor. He cried out in pain, on all fours, unsure of what was going to happen next. Garruk did not wait to give him his answer as he knelt down, pulled Jace’s hips up into the air, and pushed the entire length of his cock back into Jace with a single, confident movement.
Jace actually screamed. No mercy this time, though. Garruk pulled out and slid all the way back in again, pounding him brutally into the dirt. Jace wasn’t touching himself now, he thought as he grinned to himself – it was all the little man could do to stay up, his front half shaking as he was fucked aggressively from behind, splaying his fingers over the soil and digging his fingers in for support. His ass slapped noisily off Garruk’s hips, and the way it bounced prompted Garruk to happily spank him a few times. To Jace’s credit, he wasn’t completely skinny – no muscle but a little bit of curvature, which was exactly what he loved.
When it looked like he was drooping Garruk grabbed him roughly by the hair again, forcing his head up. Garruk could see the tears streaking down his face, and it only made him harder. Minutes went by and he lost himself in the pleasure of it, his cock feeling so good from the friction of Jace’s slender frame, and didn’t notice when the world started to warp around him. It was subtle at first, and he dismissed it as the wild mana of the plane bending and distorting the air about them, until it started getting darker. He realised it was more illusion, and Jace was reaching the end of his tether. His arms were quivering, low on energy, and his knees were threatening to buckle. If Garruk kept up this aggressive pace he would black out, and take Garruk with him.
He pulled out again, and gave Jace just a moment to breathe. The distortion in the air dissipated, and Garruk scooped him up off the floor.
Maybe the virgin was reaching his limit, but Garruk wasn’t. He’d just have to do all the hard work himself.
He lifted Jace up against the same tree they had kissed against before. This time, though, Garruk was holding the smaller man’s entire weight, asking nothing physical of him. He spread his cheeks and found entry for his cock again, hungry as it was to claim ownership of him once more. Jace panted and groaned with pleasure, his body limp and given up. He seemed happier, now, completely surrendered and letting Garruk have all the control. Garruk asked nothing more of him, only using him as a sheath for his cock (which Jace was now taking the entirety of with the adeptness of a master).
Garruk sweated and grunted, edging nearer and nearer to his inevitable orgasm. Jace’s semi-hard penis was still making a mess, flicking up and down with every thrust and splattering pre-ejaculate over his own body and Garruk’s. Maybe it was time he finally let the little man have what he wanted – if he even wanted it anymore, at this point.
‘Touch yourself,’ Garruk commanded, and Jace didn’t need to be told twice. Neither did he need to be told to lock eyes with Garruk the entire time he did it. He did it willingly, the borderline humiliation of stroking his inferior cock under the stern gaze of a much larger man who was fucking him senseless obviously being a turn-on for the both of them now.
Jace was louder than Garruk ever would have guessed, especially now that he was jerking himself off with the same rhythm he was being fucked to. Maybe he’d had sex before and maybe he hadn’t, but he’d definitely never done it like this. Garruk grinned fiendishly as he thought about Jace in a day’s time, nervously lying to his colleagues about why he hadn’t brought the Wildspeaker back with him or why he couldn’t sit down right, all the while hiding his hard-on and pretending he wasn’t daydreaming about having it done to him all over again. Garruk loved this image. He leaned forward and bit down on Jace’s neck, hard.
The smaller man screamed with delight, pausing his masturbation for a second or two before resuming it at an even quicker pace than before. Garruk picked up pace with him, fucking him against the tree with such ferocity that it was sure to leave welts and scrapes on the milky skin of his back.
‘Oh, ah, fuck… I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come…’ Jace begged, and Garruk had no thought of denying him it. In fact, he was proud. If Jace left this encounter without climax, he might be able to kid himself that he hadn’t enjoyed it. Let him come, Garruk thought: and let him enjoy one last gift during.
‘Get in there,’ Garruk said roughly, grabbing Jace by the back of his head and shoving him face first between his hairy pectorals. He felt rather than heard Jace moan with pleasure, smothered entirely by Garruk’s impressive muscle and body hair, unable to breathe without taking in the hunter’s hot and sweaty aroma. ‘Breathe it all in,’ Garruk growled, feeling the fire below his belly build as his own orgasm approached.
It was only a few seconds of this before Jace was coming, spraying all over Garruk’s abdomen (and probably his own). Garruk felt him tightening wonderfully around his own cock; he loved that primal way a bitch’s body has of saying yes, that felt amazing, you should come in me. That entreaty was always too much for Garruk’s animalistic nature to resist, and it wasn’t long – in fact, Jace was still shuddering and spewing out ropes of his own – when Garruk roared with triumph and started filling the mind mage with his seed.
He pushed his body firmly against Jace’s, pressing the two of them together as tightly as possible while he released, flooding Jace’s insides with his come. On and on it went. Maybe it was the mana of Shandalar; maybe it was Jace’s smashed and stupid mind linking them together again; maybe it was just the fact that this was objectively the most satisfying lay Garruk had enjoyed in a long time: whatever the reason, it felt like he couldn’t stop coming. Jace, too, was still twitching, riding out the turmoil of orgasm. Even once Garruk was sure he’d been emptied, Jace already full with everything his balls had to provide, his cock continued to spasm pleasantly. It was like an orgasm with an echo, fading gradually instead of all at once.
When he came back to his senses, he looked down at Jace. He was still catching his breath, quivering, his face buried in Garruk’s chest. Garruk seized him by the chin, gazing for a moment into his longing eyes, appreciating the face of a man who had just had his life changed forever. He bowed his head and kissed him wetly on the mouth, forcing his tongue down his throat possessively. His job here was done. He’d gotten off, and this bitch was never going to have another sexual experience in his life that could ever compare to this one. Time to move on.
He let his softening cock slide out of Jace’s ass and lowered the smaller man back to the ground. Jace could not rightly stand, of course, which was all the more satisfying – he had to lean against the tree for support.
Garruk gathered up his furs again and smeared his slimy dick against the smoother bark of another tree before stuffing it back into his loincloth. He had just slung his battleaxe over his back again when a small voice called from behind him.
‘Garruk,’ Jace pleaded. ‘We have to… we have to talk.’
Garruk turned around and sneered at the sight of him, trying to walk but shaking at the knees, seed dripping down the inside of his legs. ‘We have nothing to talk about,’ he said.
Jace seemed undeterred. ‘I don’t think – I mean, logically, I don’t think that you would have done this unless… unless you were trying to get back at me. You were angry at me for being right: about your curse. About doing the right thing.’
‘No. I fucked you because it felt good,’ Garruk sneered. ‘I fucked you because I’m an animal and you were what I wanted. I fucked you to prove I’m a monster – and I’m good at it. Don’t pretend you didn’t love it. Every squeal, every moan, every spurt of come that now paints our bodies proves it. Would you really have me changed?’
‘You can be an animal without being a monster,’ Jace said desperately. ‘You’ve just been cursed for so long that you think this is who you are. That you’ll lose some part of yourself if you go back – that scrubbing the poison from your veins will take out some of the good along with all of the bad. It isn’t true. Won’t you… won’t you please come back with me?’
Garruk looked down at Jace’s pathetic form, naked and hobbling, smeared with sweat and his own come. He was good with words, and maybe he was making some good points. His appearance was almost enough to elicit sympathy.
Almost. But then…
‘Maybe it’s not my mind you should be analysing,’ Garruk growled. ‘Maybe it’s yours.’
‘W-what?’ Jace stammered, unsure.
‘You don’t want to cure me. You just want to be with me, and curing me is the only way that could happen without me breaking your neck. You want a large man to fuck you senseless, and you’ll stop at nothing to get it. You like the animal. You like the monster. Because deep down, you’re the same. You’re a hunter like me, but you hunt for something else.’
Jace was astonished – lost, for the first time, for words.
‘Stop following me,’ Garruk ordered. ‘My life is my own. If I’d wanted your intervention, I would have asked for it. Go back to your plane. Go back to your bureaucracy, your office, your boring job. Find yourself a tall soldier to bury yourself in the armpit of, and let him fuck you stupid. It might not satisfy so deeply, in your world of civility and respect, to be fucked by someone so polite and reserved – but maybe, if you shut your eyes when he’s smashing your asshole, you can pretend that he’s me, using you like the little slut that you are.’
With that Garruk turned away, leaving the astounded mage to recover on the forest floor while he marched onwards, returning to the hunt.