It was difficult to believe in. The quest to refresh the runes and possibly to save the entire kingdom was finally about to begin. Like truly being. With bodyguards and all. The situation was much more serious than most thought, yet Noah still seemed to be the only one actually worrying about it. Even his nephilim brother Evan, who should have known better, had his mind taken away by filthy thoughts.
When Lucas came back from the city, Noah and Evan had all their things already packed up and ready to go.
"I've rented a carriage and four horses total," he informed Anders, almost as soon as he entered. Noah appreciated how dashing he was looking, despite his dirty mercenary outfit. Especially his dark chest hair escaping the partially unbuttoned shirt deserved a special highlight. "I brought two horses with me already, Greg will bring the carriage."
Noah couldn't really focus on Evan's blabbering anyway, so instead he was listening to their caretakers' conversation. The name Greg was certainly not familiar, meaning there was yet another man with planned access to their tight holes. Noah bit his lip. With Lucas and his acquaintances, the problematic part of being a nephilim -- triggering the magical powers only with sexual acts -- was fully covered. From his current perspective, he judged his original lack of plan in this matter as incredibly irresponsible and naive.
"Alright, great," Anders responded and stood up. "So pay for your stay and we can hit the road."
"About that..." Lucas pulled something from his pocket. "You go and pay for us. That old fart is somewhat angry with me, wouldn't want to be charged extra."
"What did you do to him?"
"Well, you know, weird sounds coming from our room all day long, scaring away all other travelers..." Lucas shrugged. "Let's just say I don't blame him for hating me."
Anders left the room, leaving the nephilims alone with the thug, who sat on the bed between them, wrapping his long, hairy arms around each of them.
"How are you feeling, my little nephilims?" he asked, with a satisfied smile.
"Who is Greg?" Noah wasn't planning to pretend like he haven't heard that.
"A ridiculously brutish and powerful warrior, fighting on the local arena as gladiator," Lucas explained, fully relaxed. "He'll be a great asset in your personal bodyguard team."
"And in our bedroom," Noah had clearly some uncharacteristic mood for snarky remarks today. Lucas didn't seem to mind. This time.
"What bedroom are you talking about, Noah? For few upcoming weeks we'll be in the wilderness, remember?" Thug's arm surrounded him in even stronger grip. "All alone, far from civilization, fully dependent on us to keep you two away from dangers..."
"But aren't the wilderness around here dangerous enough to take down even the three of you?" Evan asked, in a worried tone. Lucas smiled at him.
"You're absolutely right, Evan. That's exactly why we have to assemble a team with high enough amount of people to defend you. But as experts, these people don't work for free. And since you and your brother don't have any gold... well, your company will have to be the payment..."
"And our expensive semen, apparently," Noah continued his spree of bratty comments. "What will you do once you milk us dry? Sell our souls to the devil?"
Smile left Lucas' face, just as his arm stopped caressing Noah. He turned his face to Evan.
"Take your things and find Anders. Wait outside, so Greg knows where to stop." In this moment, Noah started stressing out. Did he just score a punishment?
Evan nodded, picked his backpack from the floor and left the room, closing the doors behind him. Noah haven't moved an inch.
Suddenly, Lucas pushed himself on Noah, with his full weigh, pinning the boy down to the bed. Their noses touched, as he was admiring Noah's eyes.
"Tell me what's your problem," Lucas demanded, forcing levels of eye contact that should allow him to read the other person's soul. "Tell that to my face, not to the wall," he added, seeing how Noah was avoiding his stare.
This sudden closeness made Noah blush. His thug's smell was intoxicating, making his own mind foggy.
"I don't want to be everybody's slut," Noah mumbled. "I want to be..." he hesitated.
"My slut only?" Thug finished his sentence, smiling coldly. Noah didn't answer, but his blushing cheeks couldn't be more telling. He clearly stopped caring about eye contact, as his nose touched nephilim's neck, smelling him with slow, deep sniffs. "Are you developing some feelings for me, my little nephilim?" Noah's lack of answer was left without a comment for a teasingly long amount of time. Only after Lucas found his ear, he revealed straight into it, with his warm, breathy whisper: "I have feelings for you, too. What we two have is special and it will remain special. Playing naughty games with Evan, Anders or Greg won't change a thing between us. That I can promise."
Noah finally looked at him, surprised but also so happy, that his gaze was almost radiating light. His heartbeat increased and a small smile has finally entered his lips. But then, he realized something.
"I want to sleep only with you," on paper, it was a very firm request, but Noah's voice made it sound like a begging. "I want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up only on your chest as my pillow..."
"Such a rare occurrence to have you actually voice your needs and desires instead of making me guess," Lucas laughed. "Remember our first conversations? I've had to basically read your mind to find out how much you wanted me to fuck you."
Cute nephilim looked away.
"I'm kinda shy..."
"You don't say."
Then, Lucas gave him the most passionate kiss, that brought him straight to the boundary of full arousal. But this time, the time was against them and they really had to leave.
*
A "carriage," as Lucas called the glorified cart with no roof, led by two brown horses, that stopped outside of the tavern, had a driver that made Evan drool. Firstly, he had a black skin. Even though he heard about the powerful warriors from the far south, who supposedly lived in floating cities, he never seen one, so they basically earned a reputation of pure legends in his eyes. But most importantly, he arrived shirtless, only with helmet protecting his head. Huge muscles, perky nipples and thick layer of curly hair on his pecs made Evan want to drop to his knees right there and worship this god among men. Greg stopped the horses and jumped off the cart.
"On the old gods' wrinkly sacks, what are you doing, Greg?!" Anders screamed, looking around in panic, as he noticed the warrior on the carriage. "Please, take that helmet down! If someone recognizes you from the arena..."
"Calm down, mage," the gladiator responded, unbothered. He pulled his iron helmet off and passed it to Anders, apparently officially naming him his squire. He then passed Anders and stopped in front of Evan, who respectfully dropped his eyes to the ground. "So this is it?" Greg asked, with some greedy sparkles in his eyes. "A nephilim?"
"Yes, sir. I'm a nephilim," Evan confirmed, without looking up. That way he had a great perspective on gladiator's huge calves and feet, confirming that submissive acts brought nothing but benefits.
"Interesting..." the gladiator smiled, showing almost a perfect set of teeth, besides two golden ones. "This magic stuff really seems to be working... He's the first boy I ever felt attracted to..."
His words made Evan shiver in excitement.
"That's actually an indicator of his attraction for you," Anders said. "Nephilim magic enforces reciprocation of attraction, meaning that only these people that nephilim finds attractive are attracted to them back."
"I don't care how it works," he dismissed Anders' explanations with his deep voice. "As long as my dick is sucked and cared for with deserved skill." Greg laid his fingers on boy's chin and pulled his face up, making their eyes meet. "I'm not going to lie to you, boy: I intend to seriously violate your body today."
"But why?" Evan asked, blushing, having his senses manipulated by the smell of gladiator's sweat. Boy's hips started moving, uncontrollably drawing horny circles in the air. "I promise to be a good boy and do whatever master expects from me..."
"That might be enough for that mage pussy over there, but I'm built from a different soil. Why do you think I make a living by torturing and slaughtering men on the arena?"
"Because you're powerful?" Evan even sounded foggy. His eyes were in pure worshipping mode.
"No. I'm powerful, because I trained a lot. And I trained a lot, because I've had some dark desires to satisfy, that most men don't have. You see, the only thing that brings me joy in this world is seeing other men suffer. There's nothing more precious than causing someone unimaginable pain, watching his face imprisoned in state of constant agony, hearing him desperately try to catch a breath, observing how he's looking for a way to ease their suffering, just to realize they can only beg me to end it... This gives me power over them, the ability to humiliate them as I please, without any consequences."
Evan, fully seduced at this point, was rubbing his own cheek against his big, rough hand.
"Please, do this to me," he plead. "I want to suffer for you..."
