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Cocklebur King Part IV: The Ravishing |
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"Mmmrghh…" the bloodied human tried to speak, but gargling was the only sound emitted before coughing and hacking, spitting out a chunk of bear flesh. Not talking with one’s mouth full…that was a new one. Harte, meanwhile was silently impressed and marveling at the type of man it took to assault a bear without weaponry or clothing. Out of respect for modesty for one fellow human to another, he tried to avert his eyes, desperately trying not to stare too hard at the incredible package that stood before him. Much to his internal embarrassment, he couldn’t stop sneaking peeks while the poor man was trying to clear his throat.
The former beast wiped its mouth with the back of his hand, feeling a curious burning in his cheeks. Nervousness? Since when did it ever become nervous in the presence of a man? Finally, he spoke, though at first his voice sounded like gargled whiskey and nails as unused vocal cords were suddenly utilized for human speech, “Yeh…you…okay?”
Looking like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Harte turned bright red, finding a nearby blood stained stone to be the most interesting stone he had ever stared at. He shuffled his boots into the moist dirt, and scratched his head anxiously. The former beast cocked his head curiously, then boldly strode forward, his haunting eyes only centimeters from Harte’s own. “You turn red…you…sure?” He bent down to pick up the rock, much to Harte’s horror and extreme pleasure as he admired the man’s musculature all the way down to the sculpted backside. Clearly this man was built for power. Harte tried to not think further about what other kind of power this man was capable of.
Holding it between his large fingers-hands of a working man this one had-the human eyed the stone suspiciously. It didn’t seem very magical or extraordinarily pretty, but the bright eyed human seemed to like it a lot. Suddenly, Harte blurted out,
“You’re naked!”
Blinking, the former beast stared at itself, then back at Harte. The word had no meaning for it; clothes were never a thing that was needed. A piercing glance from the naked human and no shame from lacking robes stoked a fire in Harte’s belly. This sort of man…yes…this kind of hunter..such power…such raw beauty…this was someone he wanted to learn more about. Robbed of speech as distractions of thoughts of what he’d like to do to that body, he was interrupted by the man’s simple speech.
“Just…cold. Can…can you warm me up?” It was a halting request, a note of caution, almost as if the herculean built man was fearful of being rejected. Harte considered asking what sort of warming that entailed but fortunately his mouth was slightly ahead of his brain.
“Um, yes.” He replied rapidly, his thoughts running away from him as he took off some of his furs to hand over to the other man, hoping at least he’d try and cover his desirable lower half as well. Much to his dismay, the former beast wrapped the furs like an impromptu scarf and sidled up next to him like a cat. Clearly this gent was not one for personal space, not that Harte minded except for the blooming sensation in his nether regions that seemed to have erupted all on its own as the still naked man touched his cheek. He found himself surprised at how cold the fingers were.
“You are nice and hot.” The man replied, catching Harte completely off guard. What did he mean? What did this mean for both of them? What was with the phrasing and…his thoughts disappeared as he felt the gentle caress down his neck while the former beast snuggled closer, shivering. It took Harte a lot longer than normal to process the situation as blood from his face rushed southward.
“Um..perhaps we should get warmed up, I mean, you, uh we’re not far from my village and we can get you cleaned up, er…”
There were no words on this earth that could describe the beast’s joy at the invitation, as honest happiness beamed from his face. Caught up in the moment, he lunged in for a kiss, tasting the sweet lips on an extraordinarily surprised but no less pleased Harte. Strong arms clad in torn leathers wrapped themselves around the bare waist, with exploring fingers wandering into unexplored territory. The rush of ecstasy ran through Harte’s spine like a lightning bolt as he pressed this handsome stranger closer to him. He felt at any moment he’d wantonly abandon his clothing and learn more about this mysterious man in the forest right then and there.
Almost reluctantly, he pulled away, unable to unlock his eyes from the former beast. “we…er…I should take care of your wounds…” Harte stumbled with his words as he tried to find his tongue. Exploring fingers indeed. “C-c-can you walk…?” he stuttered, feeling breathless as something else poked his thigh. Deciding by the size and location, he figured that was a definite no.
Taking the nude man’s left arm, he slid it around his brawny neck and held him fast by the waist. To their credit, they made it to an extraordinarily large oak tree before tumbling in a fit of unquenched carnal desires. Clothes were torn by frantic hands and sometimes teeth. Unhindered by the questionable sanitary conditions of their lewd actions, the pair soon resembled a mass of muscular, sweaty and somewhat bloody entanglement of naked limbs. Screams of delight pierced the air, interrupting the heavy breathing and thuds as intensity increased.
It was sometime later, moonlight shining on the exposed, exhausted couple before they lay contentedly in each other’s arms. Harte found himself too spent to even stroke his companion’s roughened skin as he glanced up at the starlit sky through the thick branches. Little ribbons dangled from some of the leaves, while chimes clinked softly overhead. The world for once felt in perfect harmony as he continue to watch his sleeping lover before it suddenly hit him what the significance of the oak tree meant. This was the vows tree, where couples would come and consecrate their love, and was essentially the same as being married. Couples would hang something of significance on the branches, establishing their relationship with the forest and each other. A sigh of disappointment off to the right caught his attention, as another couple reluctantly retreated, seeing that the wedding tree was already occupied. They trundled off…perhaps next time they’d have better luck.
Slumbering like an innocent babe, safe and content in Harte’s arms, the former beast would sometimes twitch and let out a growl in his sleep.Smiling, Harte planted a kiss on the man’s forehead, running his fingers through the other man’s hair as he whispered softly,
“Together we are one.”
 Slick Southpaw · Sun Mar 23, 2014 @ 11:05pm · 3 Comments |
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