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Snowy Enrobed Arthur Lester, a Malevolent podfic written, voiced, and produced by EvilGlorb, with original music by the author. Please note that this recording is strictly intended for adult audiences and contains sexually explicit scenes.
(The sound of air whistling is heard and footsteps approach.)
Arthur (tired): John? King, I mean.
The King: Just... Just call me John, for now. I suppose in some aspect, I am still him.
Arthur: I know… I know it's- Right... I hope you know that it's alright to admit you were doing all of this to punish yourself, but it's not fair to you. You've grown out of your past actions and you don't have to act like this is who you are.
The King: You forget that I cannot undo my past. And... it is far too late to change now. Kayne is-
Arthur: Screw Kayne! We'll- We'll worry about it too. But for now, I just want to have this moment. To talk. To... to just get to know each other one last time, alright?
The King: (He sighs. Soft piano music begins to play. [Arthur's Lament]) This universe, and the many beyond... they rely on you. You realize that? The longer you take here, the sooner Kayne will wipe it all out of his own greed.
Arthur: He won't. Not until I'm there. I... I know his games. He wants a challenge. He wants a fight, and he won't start until I'm there. I guarantee we have time for ourselves.
The King: You're too stubborn.
Arthur: But you know I'm right.
(The air howls for bit, and Arthur walks up to the throne now. He rests his hand on The King's lower robe and sighs.)
The King: Arthur…
Arthur: We've spent too much time focusing on other things and this might be the last time we'll ever be... together.
The King (matter-of-factly): And we'll never see each other again.
Arthur (crying): Yes… Please! Just... (he sniffles) one final hug, alright? And then I'll be gone. And I'll... defeat Kayne and...
The King: Then a hug it is.
(The King now makes Arthur yelp as he picks Arthur up with one hand and sets him on his lap.)
Arthur: Jesus– You're massive! You picked me up like I'm only a doll.
The King: (He chuckles) I'm aware of that.
Arthur: I've always wondered how that would work… being so big and all. Your hands can still grab things the same, correct?
The King: As I just grabbed you, yes.
Arthur: And you see me as I see you? I don't think I see eyes under your hood...
The King: I see you, yes. I am really no different from you, Arthur.
Arthur: Well, that depends. I'm sure your body has its own share of things unlike my own. May I... hold your hand?
(The King shifts his left hand and extends a finger, allowing Arthur to grab it with his fist.)
Arthur: Ah, I can barely hold it like this. Are you able to change your size?
The King: No. As Hastur, I was much to your stature. But I stay like this as The King. And Hastur's body is currently occupied by Lillith, as you know.
Arthur: Right! Right. Wow...
(Arthur runs his hands over the robes closest to The King's groin naively. The King lets out a soft growl.)
The King: You realize...
Arthur (confused): Hm?
The King: I told you my body is not much different from yours.
Arthur: Oh… So would that mean that you have a…?
(He instinctively runs his hand over the same place again, quickly retracting his hand as the realization sets in. The King lets out a soft pant.)
The King (breathless): Yes.
Arthur: Oh my god, I'm so sorry... I assumed it wouldn't be necessary for a god to have one. I was doing it absentmindedly out of affection... I'm sorry.
The King: It's alright. I didn't mind that. I just thought I should let you know.
(Arthur's mind wanders and he squeezes against the King's finger. He strokes it slightly)
Arthur: John...?
The King: Right...I... Yes, Arthur?
Arthur: How similar are our bodies?
The King: To some extent, very similar. Perhaps slightly different in appearance, but the same functions.
Arthur: Then I'd assume that your, ah, appendage would work the same? Is it for reproduction…?
The King: You ask such blunt questions.
Arthur: I…
The King: But I am willing to answer them. Yes, it works the same. For reproduction, however, not so much. It is for more than just show– it is a carrier of pleasure for those who deserve such.
Arthur: Deserve such?
The King: Loyal followers, dancers, and those that partake in rituals.
(Arthur quiets down slightly, his voice getting low.)
Arthur: Is it…big? Would it not hurt others?
The King: Well… Yes. Perhaps much larger than one would anticipate. However, my tendrils are often used in place of it.
Arthur: And if one would want to bring you pleasure, they simply return it by the process of stimulating it, I assume?
The King: Yes.
Arthur: Do you feel it?
(The King shuffles again, his cock slipping through the darkness of his robes and now resting between his legs. It was nearly the same size as Arthur's body, maybe even a bit larger.)
Arthur: JESUS! I-I wasn't expecting you to just... Christ... (he gasps.)
The King (adoring): I know you, Arthur... You're impatient. I find it interesting that out of the many aspects of my body you can be curious about, this is your focus.
Arthur: Christ, you make it seem like I'm nothing but a dog in rut.
The King: You've always been, Arthur. Is that all you wanted to see?
Arthur: You know me too well, I suppose. I can… I… can I just… show a bit of appreciation? For everything.
The King: Oh, Arthur, you don't need to… It wouldn't be necessary. I am sure of your level of appreciation.
Arthur: But I… (He hesitates.)
The King: You appear hesitant. Did you want to? I assure that if you would like to do this, I allow you to. I just wouldn't want you to do it for my sake.
Arthur: I promise I want to do this for our sake. I would find this… equally enjoyable.
(Arthur places his palm against the base, making it twitch.)
Arthur: Can you feel that?
The King: Y-Yes. I can.
Arthur: Mmh... It's quite warm.
(Arthur begins to undress himself, making the King gasp.)
The King: Arthur- you don't need to take your clothes off. W-What if-
Arthur: I want to see what it's like compared to mine... just to see how similar we are. It'll be quick. I hope you don't mind.
The King: Oh, Arthur... I don't mind, but consider that you'll need to be quick once you leave. I don't want you to– I don't think you'd want to be a mess.
Arthur: Everything I'm about to experience after this is a mess, John. I might as well own it.
(Arthur presses his body against John's cock and sits at the base, his legs barely wrapping around it.)
Arthur (breathless): Wow... I-I see veins... does that imply you also have a heart? Bones, even?
(He traces his hand over the veins and The King's cock twitches, precum pooling out and gliding down from the tip.)
The King: Ichor and bones of diamond... for structure, not for living.
Arthur (chuckling): You're quite excited, aren't you?
The King: I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel amazing... But a hug is a hug, of course.
Arthur: Good. (he plants a kiss against another vein and it twitches again.) Compared to me, mine's only a speck. (he chuckles again.)
The King: You were well endowed when we shared our body.
Arthur: Our... I like that. Our body...
(The precum glides down and Arthur's lower body is covered in the slimy fluid. It turns him on even more.)
Arthur: Oh god... I don't know if I'm able to compose myself like this... (he grinds against the base a little more and moans.)
The King: You tell me this as if you could cause any harm... I should be wary of myself. I wouldn't want to hurt you.
Arthur: By now, I'd be happy if you were the last one to hurt me before my death. I don't want that prick Kayne to get satisfaction out of my death...
The King: Fuck... Arthur...
(Arthur steadies himself as he stands now, hugging The King's cock and allowing his body to glide against it with the slick. The King lets out a deep moan and reaches under the base to stroke himself along with Arthur's grinding.)
Arthur: Shh, John... Don't be too loud. I don't want the others to hear you.
The King: I wouldn't care if they do... Let them.
Arthur (smug): Exactly what I would expect from you, John...
(Slick sounds are heard as Arthur grinds against his cock harder. They both take shaky, heavy breaths.)
The King (panicked): Arthur I… Arthur I think… I... You need to stop- you'll... fuck... I-I'm...
(Before Arthur can stop, The King cums hard, followed by Arthur in near-unison. They moan quietly as spurts of The King's spend now overflow. Arthur sits in awe at the feeling of warm cum coating his entire body.)
The King: I-I'm sorry! I... fuck, I need to clean you up. You're... oh, you might drown like this... Jesus...
Arthur, (laughing): Oh my god... I should've expected that. Fuck... that was... an experience...
The King: Y-Your clothes! They're... oh no...
Arthur: Oh god, right... I-I doubt you have a place I can shower...
The King: There are the hot springs... many miles away...
Arthur: I would be too tired for such a long walk in such a dire moment... I'd have to-
(Lillith's voice is heard echoing from down the hall, and both John and Arthur gasp.)
Lillith: Arthur?! Kid, you need to get over here now. We've been waiting well over 20 minutes and-
(Lillith stumbles upon the sight and rolls her eyes. Her tone is more annoyed than before.)
Lillith: How did I KNOW you two would be in here doing your gay little antics and all over each other's bodies?! You know what? I don't wanna hear it. Arthur, get your ass over here and let's go. There's no point in explaining when we've got the world on the line.
Arthur: I-I
Lillith: Can it. King, put him down, now. And put your dick away, too. It's annoying to look at.
The King: R-Right... I... Sorry.
(Arthur groans as he's set down, and the cum that covers him makes the marble floors extra slippery. He struggles to find his balance and slips on the cum, whining.)
Lillith (laughing): Oh my god, you really are more pathetic than I thought. Maybe we're all doomed after all. Well, I'll be waiting outside. Be there in the next two minutes or I'll just castrate you so you can stop being a horny dog. Your choice!
(Lillith's footsteps are heard as she walks away and Arthur stays groaning until the end.)