Tatan looked up at the thunder god that had flown straight towards their caravan and circled them. He squinted, was that
two
riders on its back? No, thunder riders never took passengers. His eyes must be playing tricks on him.
He was tired. After being delayed by rain a week ago, they'd been pushing hard to make up for lost time. Having been on the road for a month, all the men were eager to get back home.
"I can't wait to fuck my wife." Rodo, sitting next to him on the ox-drawn cart, said what was on all their minds.
"Two more days to go." Tatan said.
He was horny too, but didn't have a wife to go home to. There were several girls, even a couple guys, who might satisfy him. But if not, there was always his sister. Lace was always up for a fuck.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud roar, and he looked up to see a massive beast loping across the field towards them.
"Bear!" Rodo yelled.
Tatan grabbed the massive horn that hung across his back and put it to his lips. He blew as hard as he could. He hoped the call would be loud enough to reach the ears of the thunder god who'd passed over them earlier.
But, in his heart, Tatan knew that the rider was already out of range, and even if her mount heard the call, there was no way they would be back in time to save them. They were all going to die.
Grimly, Tatan unsheathed his sword. If nothing else, he was going to die fighting to give his friends a chance to escape.
"Go! Go! Go!" He shouted at the others as he leapt off the cart and charged the bear.
He really hoped they listened. He hoped he could buy them some time, distract the bear long enough, maybe even injure it enough, to give them a chance. The realistic part of him realized that was unlikely, however.
Gio bent low over Zavisthron's back, scanning the plains below them. They were on the trail of a southern cave bear that had gotten a taste for humans. While the other thunder riders had been leery of Gio and his mount at first, they'd quickly changed their minds when the team proved to be effective large game hunters. No one could afford to turn away food, not here.
With all the other riders off on other missions at the moment, Gio and Zavisthron had been entrusted with the bear hunt.
Gio just hope that they would find the beast before it attacked again.
Zavisthron heard the call of a horn and shifted direction, flying towards the sound.
"A horn has been sounded." He told Gio, knowing his rider wouldn't be able to hear the low frequency of the horn.
"Fly fast, my mate." Gio said, worried for what they would find.
He clenched Zavisthron's shaft tightly with his ass and pulled his bow from his back, notching an arrow. Gio spotted the bear as Zavisthron shot across the plains, wind whipping at them. A lone man was running towards the bear, a sword raised above his head, as behind him three ox-drawn carts were bolting wildly down the road.
Zavisthron didn't slow down at all as they flew full speed towards the bear.
Gio aimed carefully and loosed an arrow into the bear. He saw the bolt land in the bear's side, but it didn't slow at all. Gio hastened to load another arrow and shot again. But the bear kept going, and Gio knew that Zavisthron wouldn't make it to the bear before the bear made it to the man, who at least, was no longer charging forward, but having spotted the coming thunder rider, was sensibly running away.
At best, they could hope to get to the bear before it killed the man entirely.
Tatan heard the spine-chilling growl of the bear, but fainter, the flapping and screeching of a thunder god. He looked up to see a rider flying fast towards him.
The caravan was saved!
Tatan immediately stopped his reckless charge and began running away form the bear as fast as he could. He hoped the rider would make it in time to save him, too.
Tatan felt something hard hit his back and then he fell, a great weight falling on top of him. Then, suddenly, the weight was gone. Tatan struggled to his feet, but it seemed like his body was not quite functioning the way it should. He managed to stand and glanced behind him.
The thunder god had the bear in it's talons and had bit through its spine. Now, the god was tearing the dead bear apart. Tatan felt immense relief, and then he was falling.
Strong arms grabbed Tatan, keeping him upright.
"Let me see your injuries," Gio said.
Tatan looked at the naked man, confused. Where had he come from, and why was he unclothed? Although his thoughts were slow, something clicked in his head. He'd heard gossip at the salt mines that a man had become a thunder rider recently, this must be him, then.
Tatan let the man turn him.
"It's bad, but you'll be fine." Gio told him. "I can take you to the nearest town so you can be treated."
"We have medical supplies with us," Tatan protested weakly. He felt it would be rude, somehow, to impose on the thunder rider just to treat his scratches.
"Hmm... I don't think your caravan is coming back for you. By the time they get control over those terrified oxen, they'll be halfway to town already. They saw me coming, they'll know you're either with me, or dead."
"Oh." Tatan nodded. That did make sense.
"Come on, I'll clean your wounds as well as I can with my supplies while Zavisthron enjoys his meal. My name's Gio, by the way."
"Tatan."
Tatan glanced at the massive thunder god. He'd never seen one up close, and this one appeared much larger than most.
"Your mount is very large." Tatan commented.
"Don't I know it," Gio laughed. "Makes my ass so fucking sore, every time. But it's worth it, to fly."
Tatan eyed the massive life rod protruding from the god's back. "It doesn't seem physically possible for a guy to mount that."
"It required quite a bit of commitment to achieve." Gio replied.
"I'm sure. My ass can only accommodate a human sized cock." Tatan said, flirting a little.
He had to be careful, as even in his relatively modern town, men fucking men was frowned on. Women with women, that was OK, but that acceptance never seemed to extend to men, unfortunately. And, as much as he liked his friends in the caravan, they were all quite traditional about sex. He could never tell them about his adventures with his sister, but even
that
they would understand more than his affection for other men.
He assumed that this male thunder rider wouldn't judge, though. The guy had broken the biggest taboo there was.
"Uh... Hmmm." Gio said, working out the implications of what Tatan had just said. "Do you mean, that your gay?" He finally asked.
"I swing both ways." Tatan said, frowning. "Do you mean that you're
not
gay?"
"I guess I never thought about it." Gio said slowly. He was thinking about it now, though. He'd been stuck out on his family's farm, isolated, until he left to make his attempt to become a thunder rider. He'd never actually dated anyone. Besides, his mom had punished him whenever she saw his cock harden, so he'd managed to find ways to keep himself soft - which included never fantasizing.
Since he'd mated Zavisthron, he'd figured that was it for him. He really enjoyed riding the thunder god, and not just because it was fun to fly. His mate's massive cock was quite stimulating. He supposed that other men must have the same pleasure spot in their asses, now that he considered it.
"Well, I'm willing to be your first, if you want to give it a try. I haven't fucked or been fucked in a month, and I'm horny as, well, fuck." Tatan said.
"I'll keep that in mind." Gio said. "But right now, we have to clean your wounds."
Gio walked over to his mate. "Zavisthron, I need some medical supplies, OK?"
"Fine," Zavisthron grunted and turned so that Gio could reach the bag strapped behind his life rod.
Gio pulled out a water bladder, some ointment, and bandages. He turned to find that Tatan had removed his dirty and torn shirt. His well-muscled chest glistened with sweat. Gio admired the bulge of his massive arms. Tatan was and attractive man, he admitted that to himself.
Tatan turned his back and Gio started cleaning his wounds. He took the cleanest part of Tatan's shirt and wet it, using it to wipe the blood from Tatan's back. The lacerations were nasty, but not too deep. When they were cleaned, he rubbed the ointment into the other man's back, freely admiring Tatan's broad shoulders and tight ass as he did.
Tatan hissed through his teeth as Gio cleaned him. But at the same time, he enjoyed the feeling of Gio's strong, calloused, hands as they rubbed into him. Tatan had noticed the angry crisscross of whip scars on Gio's back, along with various other wounds, both old and new. He really wanted to feel those scars, to trace his hands over those lines, to kiss them.
Tatan felt his dick getting hard as he imagined letting this virginal thunder rider fuck him. Would Gio let him top? Would the thunder god be jealous of another cock in his rider's ass? How would Gio's ass feel, regularly stretched to fit the massive thunder god's life rod. Tatan found that he desperately wanted to know.
"My ass hurts too. Can you check it for damage?" Tatan suggested coolly.
Gio let out a breath. He had been wanting to do just that, but he hadn't thought up a way to say it.
"Sure," Gio said.
The words were barely out of his mouth when Tatan had already dropped his pants. Gio sucked in a breath as he stared at the man's perfect muscular ass.
Fuck
.
There was, in fact, a light scratch that passed cross his butt. Gio gently cleaned it, then rubbed the ointment in. His dick pulsed to life, and he suddenly wanted to try fucking a guy. He'd never stuck his cock into anyone, and that was a shame, wasn't it?
He couldn't do that without talking to Zavisthron first, though. He knew the thunder god males were naturally submissive to their mates, but he'd been in Zavisthron's head when they bonded. He knew that his mate hated the very idea of being submissive, and he railed against his biological need to submit to his mate constantly.
Gio wrapped Tatan's wounds with bandages, lightly touching the man's stomach as he wound the fabric around and over the wounds on his back. He let his hand brush across Tatan's rigid cock too when he bandaged the wound on his ass.
"I have to check in with my mate." Gio announced as he finished with the bandaging.
