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"Yes...you're my own little gift from god. Almost as if you've been created just for me."
Heat stirred through Daisu's body as he remembered the words Beimnech spoke not too long ago. He knew he shouldn't give into the taunt, the temptation, but when has that stopped him? Battle after battle, trust broken and mended; their fates were intertwined from the start. He shifted his gaze up towards the taller man, god , eye ablaze as his grip tightened around the milletian's neck. Daisu could feel tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, but he willed them not to fall. A faint smile crossed his face. He would endure.
Beimnech grunted with amusement as he pushed Daisu down further, the rocks and dirt biting at his scarred skin. He felt new cuts beginning to open, but that only fueled the fire within. His tongue darted out, coating his dry lips.
"I'm not a toy that can be broken so easily". Daisu's small smile turned to one of smugness, knowing the unspoken challenge was accepted as usual.
They've danced this dance before, losing count of the times they've met like this. The countless bites and bruises that would litter their bodies. The number of scars that would keep growing. The knowledge of knowing this wouldn't be the last time. Rebirth and Destruction. The air grew thick around them as Daisu was disrobed in a flash, a gasp escaping as the air touched his heated skin.
Beimnech wasted no time as he pushed his cock into the milletian's tight hole, excitement growing from the hiss it earned. He knew the milletian always came well prepared, but a little pain wouldn't hurt him. Pain wouldn't break him. He wanted to break him. He dragged his cock out slowly, only to slam back in with a single thrust, keeping his grip on Daisu's throat firm. He repeats the motion again. And again. And again. The feeling of his precious toy stretching and clenching around him was paradise.
A strangled groan left Daisu's lips, as Beimnech kept up his brutal pace. His nails dug deep into the arms holding him, leaving marks wherever they could on the god's body. Tears began to fall freely now. He felt his insides being abused, meant to be arranged for only Beimnech's pleasure. Created just for him. It might have been the lack of air, but that thought alone made him shudder, precum leaking from his dick. The action wasn't missed by the god above him and he whimpered as Beimnech released his grip on his neck, pulling them into a sitting position. With Daisu poised above his cock, Beimnech's strong hands gripped his waist, digging into the soft flesh and bruising the tan skin. Without a moment of hesitation, he slammed him down, fucking up into his heat.
Daisu cried out, hands tangling into the silky, black locks. Still so perfect, fit only for a higher being. He tightened his hold, pulling slightly, as he mumbled into the gods shoulder.
"Hmm? What was that?" Beimnech asked with a hint of amusement, not even pausing in his thrusts, making sure to hit Daisu's sweet spot with godly accuracy.
Daisu bit his lip, tasting copper. He could feel his limit being reached, an elastic band ready to snap at any moment. He wiped the drool and blood from his mouth and let out a breathy moan.
"F-feels good...gift...made for you..."
With those words, Beimnech's assault was relentless. Daisu shook and moaned, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach; an explosion ready to erupt. He whined as he felt a bite on his shoulder, skin breaking underneath the sharp teeth.
"That's right, my starlight," Beimnech whispered into his ear, "made for me and only me. Mine." And the dam broke.
Daisu shook violently, his dick spurting cum across their stomachs. He clung to Beimnech's shoulders and sobbed as his body was racked with overstimulation. Beimnech thrusted harder as Daisu clenched around him. Tears blurred his vision as he was bounced on the gods cock, until Beimnech finally stills. Warmth filled his body, blissfully melting him inside. Daisu heard a soft grunt before his vision faded to black.
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When he regained consciousness, Daisu found himself in a place not too unfamiliar; a room above Bangor's pub. He could feel the soreness in his limbs as he sat up in the single bed. He's alone, as usual, and something in him ached. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of the feeling, when he noticed something on the bedside table. He reached for the folded paper and when it opens, a small black feather falls into his lap. He smiled as he sees the neat letters on the paper, twirling the feather between his fingers as he reads them silently.
Until next time, Starlight.
A quick succession of knocks came from the room's door. "Daisu," Riocard's singsong voice rang, "if you're awake, Comgan is requesting your assistance! "
"Aye, I'll be over shortly."
As Riocard's footsteps began to retreat, Daisu folded the letter gently and placed both items into his traveling pack, heart beating rapidly. He stretched, humming to himself, and looked out the window towards the town below.
Until next time.