(aka Draining Asterius)
Asterius is sat in the chair across from you. A cropped toga wrapped around his shoulders and chest, the sunlight streaming through the window reflects from it giving him a godly, if not almost blistering, aura. He’s wearing heavy brown boots with yellow soles, matching the yellow sash around his shoulder holding his top together. He’s wearing tight blue jeans, the largest size he could find, and they still threatened to explode if he bent over too quickly. Even sat there you could see the stitching around his thighs screaming in agony, stretched thin, and the crotch angrily choke-holding his package. Actually, the more you look, the more you notice his package fighting back. Throbbing gently.
You drag your eyes from the display and catch him staring into you. His deep chocolate swirls reading your very being. His breath is slightly fast, and he won’t look away. He stands slightly, reaching into his pocket, the calves of his jeans almost audibly cry out and his cock very clearly begins growing to the right side with the ounce of freedom it has for a second. He sits down, phone in hand, wincing slightly and tries to very discreetly pull at his waistband to readjust. Neither being discreet nor adjusting himself works, as the moment the fabric pulls against his crotch he lets go suddenly, a loud huff bellowing from his nostrils. He gestures gently with his phone to you, flicking his ears to get your attention. You pull out yours and open your chat.
“I NEED YOU, KING” comes through after some while, watching him type you almost have to stifle a laugh. his large fingers slowly tapping out one letter at a time, watching his finger waddle its way over the virtual keyboard, hunting down each letter with the vigour and prowess of a natural predator.
“Awh, really?” You respond, adding a small winking emoji to the end. Asterius looks up at you, head tilting slightly, before extending one, thick, finger to continue typing.
“WHAT IS THE SYMBOL. IS YO” He sends, audibly huffing. You smile at him and he blushes.
“IS YOUR EYE OKAY?” He continues.
You have to smile to yourself. Even after dating this long it can still be a shock at the sheer timespan between the two of you. Still, Asterius has only known about smartphones for a few months, and used one for merely a week. He’s learning fast.
“It’s a winking face.” You send, winking at him in-person. His ears flick up and eyes grow slightly wide, before wincing. You see his crotch throb again, almost painfully.
“KING, WE ARE IN PUBLIC” He sends, finger shaking, trying to scold you as fast as possible, the fear of being caught showing any affection visible in every cell of his being.
“Oh, are we? I wouldn’t have noticed.” You send a laughing emoji, along with a small description of what it means. You smirk up at him, he’s always been so afraid of showing affection. He’s tried to, multiple times. Once a few days ago he even tried to hold your hand, within seconds he made an excuse up to point at a landmark and let go. Whenever you try and show your affection it always seems to make his day, even if it terrifies him just as much.
You glance around the room. Tenenit is giving a short demonstration on how to brew beer from some new plant she found. You thought it’d be a nice date idea, probably get drunk together, maybe even finally convince Asterius to go dancing, another thing he’s always said he’s wanted to do but chickens out at the last minute.
“You know, even for a bull you seem to be getting a little horned up.”
Asterius lets out an audible squeak, trying to cover it with a cough he overcompensates, instead letting out a guttural, almost pleasured sounding, groan. He’s as red as a beet under his light coverage of fur.
“SIR HTH ISS N” He sends, before hiding his phone to his chest and covering his eyes. He takes a deep breath, this one loud enough to lend a scornful glance from Tenenit, and continues, “SIR I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS IS THE TIME OR PLACE, MY NEEDS ARE NOT CONCERNING.”
“Then why did you want to message me?”
After a long pause, Asterius responds with,
“NO REASON.”
You let out a loud laugh, Tenenit stopping her speech to look dead at you.
“What part of this presentation do you find amusing, hm?” Her voice is shrill, bird-like.
“Oh, just that my beautiful, wonderfully amazing, sexy,” you look at Asterius who’s wide eyes look as though they’re about to drop from his head, “boyfriend is so fucking turned on and aroused right now that he can’t even type straight.”
You shoot a look to Asterius, his mouth slightly agape.
“K-king I don’t,” he swallows, “I mean fellow citizen I,” another pause, “what do you even, I mean sorry King, I mean,” he’s sweating slightly.
You walk over and grab his front belt ring, pulling him up by the waist. He stands eagerly, hands falling to your hips instinctively. You grab his horns, pull him down, and push your tongue into his mouth. He leans in, one hand cupping under your ass and pulling you up onto your toes, the other riding up to the small of your back, embracing you fully.
You pull off and call to the room, “Alright, sorry for the interruption. I’ve got to go milk this fucking bull.”
A few people chuckle and Asterius takes a step back, but melts into you when you grab his bulge gently and pull him back in. Hand in hand you both stumble out of the room, his lips smothering your neck in kisses, your hands groping and squeezing his huge body, as you make your way through the town to your home.
-xx-
Your head hits the wood, rapping against it with a loud, satisfying, “bonK” sound. Asterius’ teeth marking your neck, his arms above you, hands on top of the doorframe. His musk flowing from his pits making you drunk. You rock your hips forward, colliding with his, making one of his hands drop and wrap around the entirety of your neck, eyes glassed over slightly he looks at you with a primal hunger.
“Oh, hello there!” A frilly voice calls out.
Asterius yelps, recoiling from you into a crouching position on the floor almost 5 feet away, attempting to hide his face. You can’t help but laugh. You pull down your shirt and step forwards, revealing the face of your neighbour.
“Hello! Sorry if we’re a bit noisy!” You call out, placing your hands on your hips. Asterius starts to stand slightly, still breathing heavy, his muscles, and other parts, bulging.
“Oh, that’s fine, don’t you worry.” With that she gives a scrunched-up smile and heads inside.
You turn slightly, only to see Asterius barrel into you. He runs at you, full speed, grabs you in his arm, carries you into the house, around the corner, and throws you onto your bed. Before you can get your bearings, his tongue is already filling your mouth, you gasp against him, partially winded, and he pulls his tongue out. You rasp a breath in, barely filling your lungs before you’re being throat-fucked by the mass of muscle and spit thrusting from his mouth. You feel his tongue slide against yours, your spit mixing with his own, just as your mouth is filled, he continues, his inhuman tongue invading your throat, stretching it slightly, your jaw going numb. You begin sucking on his tongue, lapping your own across the underside and he lets out a tremendous moan through his nose. You feel it vibrate from his chest through your entire core. He pulls your legs around his waist and begins thrusting. You hear fabric ripping and he pulls back, tongue leaving you gasping, throat hoarse.
He looks down at his thighs, now bare, scraps of denim hanging limp against his ankles. His heavy cock hanging between his legs.
He looks up at you, slightly flustered, and chuckles.
“Ta-da, king”. He mumbles, making a small wave with his hands.
You both stay silent for a second before bursting into laughter, he falls down onto you again and you kiss, his tongue filling your mouth again. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down closer. You can feel his heavy cock resting against your thigh. He repositions it, pulling it between both your stomachs. He begins thrusting his hips, you can feel it’s weight against you, the skin sliding across your torso, his heavy balls against your cock. He pulls back from your mouth to let you catch a breath.
“Fuck”, you let out in a breathy moan.
He’s sweating, brow furrowed. He looks down, effort scaring his face, trying to hold back. You get an idea.
You gently push on his chest, making him roll off you onto his back. You get on your knees in front of him and he sits up. His hard, heavy cock bobbing an inch from your face.
You cup one of his balls in your hand, it’s the size of a huge, ripe orange. You feel it’s weight, it’s so much heavier than it looks. You glance at Asterius’ face, his brow still tensed, but now his mouth is agape, tongue gently poking through his teeth. You lean your face against his shaft slightly and he lets out a slightly higher moan than usual, tongue now lolling from his mouth.
With your other hand you grab the topside of his testicle and give it a gentle squeeze, applying the slightest amount of pressure, and roll it around gently. He lets out a long, drawn out, “fu~ck”.
You let go of his balls and wrap your hands around his base. Squeezing hard the tips of your fingers can nearly touch. You’re always amazed by the sheer size of his cock. You bend slightly and kiss the soft, supple skin connecting the hung bull’s horn to his heavy balls. You kiss upwards, every peck turning into a wet kiss, eventually you’re barely removing your tongue, leaving wet marks by the time you reach his tip. You wrap your lips around his dick-slit, coating them in precum, and squeeze up his cock. So much precum flows from the tip it doesn’t even bead, it simply gushes down his cock in thick streams and rivers, coating the backs of your hands and your chest. You open your mouth as wide as you can and try to take his head, your jaw aching, going dull before you can even fit the very tip.
Looking up at Asterius it’s clear he’s lost it. His eyes are slightly crossed, half closed; his tongue is lolling out, a strand of spit matting his chest leading straight to the tip; every breath is accompanied by a small, throaty, grunt. You stroke him again and watch as his face tenses, lips forming a clear “O”, a loud huff, and even more precum coating your chest. Feeling it throb against you is fucking intoxicating.
You get up, cupping his face, and giving him a peck on the lips.
“King I can’t-” he’s cut off by another kiss, this time deeper, “-Need to fuck you, King I need it”. The faintest blush covers his chest from arousal.
Grabbing his shoulders to position yourself, you crouch over his cock, face pushed against his own, your hole less than an inch over his colossal tip. His hands clasp your ass, squeezing slightly, gently pulling you down before letting go, trying to hold back.
“I want you to listen closely, bull,” you whisper into his ear, “You need to fuck me, and I need to be fucked. So, you have full permission to do whatever you want to me.”
Asterius pulls back, eyes hyper focused on you, he excitedly chirps up, “Really?!”
You nod, “Fucking break me.”
With that his mouth explodes into an ear-to-ear grin, his hands pulling you down. You don’t even feel the tip enter, shocks of pain and pleasure break through you, your ass blinded by the cock abusing its way inside. You scream out, Asterius’ eyes closed, breath huffing against you. He’s almost 6 inches inside and not even halfway.
You grip his shoulders harder, and he reciprocates on your ass, digging into the tight flesh, he forces his cock deeper. You feel every wall inside of you stretch, strain, and give way to him. He’s pushing inside and you can’t stop him. You cry out for more and he gives. Soon you feel the familiar sensation of his cock straining your second ring. You do all you can to relax but it doesn’t matter, he’s pushing painfully past it. His dick is throbbing inside of you with every beat of his heart, you feel the length throb every time it shoots another rope of precum to lube you up. Perfectly designed for fucking.
Before you know it, your hips hit against his and he lets out the deepest moan you’ve heard. You glimpse his face, it’s hollow, blank. His hands grab your hips and waist, pulling you up. Your body screams and shudders, unsure what to do you grip his horns for dear life. This only sends him into more of a frenzy, pulling you halfway off his cock before spearing you back down, repeatedly coring you out, cunting you.
His tongue is out suddenly, licking the sweat from your chest as he uses you as a toy. Soon you feel his breath catching in his chest and without warning he thrusts you down, your hips wetly slapping his. He pumps his cum into you as he roars, almost shaking the house. Rope after rope, it fills you. Pints worth of cum spill from his cock. Every throb stretching you ever so slightly more. Every twitch rubbing his girth against your prostate. All of a sudden stars burst in your vision and you feel your whole-body shake, deep quick breaths of his musk filling your whole body, your own cum weakly shooting twice onto his stomach.
After almost a minute he’s starting to stop cumming as much, you can feel his cum warming your insides, filling you, it itself stretching you slightly. He starts to come to, mindlessly letting out a few more grunts before relaxing back onto his elbows. He slicks a hand through his mane and looks at you with a smirk that quickly grows into a concerned look.
“oh, king no I’m sorry fuck I-” he stammers, the words catching in his throat. He quickly leans in, his hips shifting slightly and suddenly another few ropes of cum, each one more that you’ve ever seen someone shoot, fire into you. He lets out a chesty groan before regaining control.
“Fuck that was good” you smile down at him, your lips meeting. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, your hands sliding down from his horns to the back of his neck. You kiss until you sleep, both your bodies a hot, sweaty, mess on the bed.