Contains: Genitalia, Transformation, Deep Throat, Bondage, Impact, Fucking
The Valley of Tombs
"It's fucking gorgeous out!" Kay called into the sky, their voice echoing between the tall oaks and pines. Their boots barely made noise on the leaves and branches of the forest floor. They turned back to watch Winter carefully picking his way along behind them, eyes lowered to the ground. The wolfling was making an earnest attempt to keep up with the fae, but he simply couldn't manage Kay's graceful near-levitation as they crossed the Great Woods.
"Don't you think so?" Kay's tinkling voice echoed back to Winter.
"Hell yeah. I'm really glad we decided to come out here. I feel like I don't even need to be wearing a shirt."
"Well you don't," Kay teased, as they crested the hill and gazed out across the Valley of Tombs.
Winter's face flushed as Kay looked back at him. "You know that's not how that works."
"Why the hell not? It's not like anyone's out here to see you."
"
*
I'd* see me."
Kay's winning smile faltered. They know how he feels. They responded, "I'd see you too. And I love how you look."
Winter half-smiled, revealing one long, sharp canine.
"Fine. But I'm keeping my binder on."
Winter grabbed the hem of his loose, black tunic and pulled it over his head. Kay enjoyed the soft jingle as the tunic brushed the gold ring from his thick leather collar; it was a very familiar sound.
Winter's curly mohawk sprung free from the fabric and he bared his fuzzy chest, exposed save for the band compressing his breast into a manageable volume. He squinted into the bright blue, flushing in embarrassment. Kay marvelled at how the sunlight dappled his skin as it filtered through the leaves and branches.
Kay was already shirtless, their pale skin and breast feeling the caress of a light breeze as it played across the valley. Their nipples hardened unbidden as they stared out at the field of graves.
"Damn," they whisper. "There's something about dead kings that's just so sexy."
Winter's sensitive ears pricked up at Kay's words.
"Well, fuck the old bastards." He came to stand at Kay's shoulder and interlaced his fingers with theirs. The contrast, his tan claws against their silvery translucent digits, never ceased to delight him. "Not literally, of course. There are much more appealing things to fuck. Why are we talking about fucking? We were supposed to be hiking."
Kay suddenly took off, skipping down the hill, again exerting some unconscious fae-skill to keep from tripping and tumbling down the steep incline. Their locks bobbed in the wind, a spot of seafoam quickly shrinking away into the valley.
Kay's voice echoed back to him. "Who says we're *just* hiking?"
Winter couldn't help but grin as he hurried to follow them. Kay halted at the entrance of a towering mausoleum, placing a hand delicately on the cool marble.
"Let's get out of the sun," they suggested, turning their alluring gaze on Winter. As he reached them, Kay placed a hand to his torso. It trailed lazily up from his waistband, following his happy trail up over his stomach and chest, coming to rest with a finger crooked in the ring at the front of his collar. They tugged on it slightly, and Winter let out a soft hiss, enjoying the compression on his jugulars. He stumbled forward as Kay let go and retreated inside the cavernous space, keeping their bright green eyes fixated on Winter. He followed close behind, his mind already sinking into pleasurable murkiness.
Kay released his eyes and turned to examine the inside of the mausoleum, its walls inscribed with ancient texts. The intricate murals and carvings were punctuated with elaborate torch mounts, their flames long put out.
"Isn't that convenient," Kay muttered, their voice echoing into the vaulted ceiling. They grasped an iron sconce and pulled, testing its strength. It didn't budge. "Perfect."
Kay turned to face Winter, who was standing stock-still in the entrance of the structure, and beckoned to him. "Come here."
Winter's eyes glazed over as they made their way to Kay's place at the back wall of the tomb. Kay rested their hands on his shoulders, pivoting him to face the entrance again, his back against the decorated stone. Keeping their eyes locked on his, Kay took the rucksack off of their bare back and pulled on the drawstring opening. They kept a perfect poker face, save for an arched brow as they reached into the sack. They pulled out leather cuffs, carabiners, and heavy chains, followed by a potion, a pipe and a small flogger.
Winter's eyes widened at the sight of Kay's preparation. He gulped, his pulse pounding in his ears. "Did you plan this?"
Kay shrugged, smirking. "I mean, I had no idea we'd end up here. I brought this shit just in case." They picked one of the chains up from the floor and deftly hooked two of the carabiners to both ends. They moved over to stand right in front of Winter, their eyes locked on his. He took a deep, slow breath, savoring how easy it was to do so. He knew what was coming next.
Kay hooked one carabiner to the loop on Winter's collar, pivoting it to rest on the back of his neck. The other end of the short chain Kay hooked to a decorative swirl protruding from the torch mount. The chain had two or three feet of give, and it swung slightly, brushing between Winter's shoulder blades. The cold metal sent goosebumps down his back. The weight of the chain pulled on the front and sides of his collar; not uncomfortably. The hairs on Winter's neck stood up as a wave of arousal swept through him.
Kay remained very close to him, and the intoxicating scent of their body washed over him; flowers, the musty scent of fallen leaves, and the bite of fresh tobacco. Winter's breath caught in his throat as the area between his legs throbbed involuntarily.
Kay bent to pick up the padded leather cuffs, swiftly unbuckling each one.
"Give me your wrists," Kay said.
Winter held out his hands, palms upward, forearms parallel. Kay buckled a cuff to each one in turn, finishing by hooking a carabiner between them.
Winter dropped his wrists, and Kay admired the look of his muscular forearms with their bands of blackwork tattoos, punctuated by the leather.
Under the pretext of checking if the chain was hooked securely to the sconce, Kay pressed their lithe body up against Winter's, arms on either side of his head. Winter could feel their chest against his, their nipples standing at attention, pressing slightly into him. He couldn't resist the urge to bury his face in Kay's neck, planting a soft kiss on their collarbone.
Kay quickly retracted an arm from around Winter's head, splaying a hand across his collar and pushing his head and neck into the wall. They affixed their piercing gaze upon Winter, eyebrows raised. "Did I say you could touch me?"
Winter shook his head, at once petrified and aroused.
The corner of Kay's mouth lifted ever so slightly and they let their sweet breath wash over Winter's mouth and neck. They held their lips just out of reach of his, and he struggled against the hand pressed firmly against his neck - not too hard, not putting pressure on the trachea, just preventing him from moving. He wanted Kay's lips so desperately.
After a long, tantalizing moment, Kay let their mouth fall into his. Their soft lips sent little jolts of arousal cascading down Winter's spine, and a wetness suddenly crept over his netherlands. He pressed his hips up against Kay's, and they grabbed at his waist, grinding their bodies together. Winter came up for air, and Kay moved their lips to brush up and down behind his ear and neck just above the collar. Winter let out a sigh, feeling his most sensitive areas tingle and twinge with desire.
Kay moved their hands across his midriff to his belt buckle, deftly undoing it and pulling his pants down to his ankles. They lifted one sneaker at a time, pulling them over his heels and his socks with them. Then off came the black jeans, one ankle at a time, and Kay dropped them in a heap by the entrance. The sunlight created a Kay-shaped silhouette as they sauntered back into the mausoleum, drawing closer to Winter. His eyelids were heavy with lust, but he resisted the urge to close them, not wanting to miss a second of Kay's commanding expressions.
Kay grabbed Winter's cuffs by the carabiner and lifted his arms over their head, leaving his mound in his boxers exposed, the wet mark between his legs clearly visible.
Kay's hand drifted over his nook, fingers trailing up and down either hip and thigh, and then over his sweet spot, teasing it gently through the fabric. Winter's eyes fluttered closed as he reveled in the sensation of his click swelling under Kay's fingers. He let out a quiet whimper, pushing his hips up against Kay's hand as it probed more insistently at his growing bud.
"Please..." he asked, and Kay chuckled knowingly, their fingers quickly slipping beneath his waistband and tugging at his click. He gasped and spasmed, his legs beginning to weaken as Kay gently but unceasingly played with him. Their fingers moved from his click, tracing up and down the slick slit to entice his hole. "F-fuck..." Winter bucked his hips, wishing so badly for Kay to be inside him.
Kay's expression hardened, and they extracted their hand, licking their fingers, leaving him hungry. "Little slut."
Kay grasped a handful of Winter's hair at the back of his head, forcing his chin upwards. With their other still-wet hand, they slid their palm up Winter's adam's apple and under his chin, hooking their pointer and middle fingers over Winter's bottom teeth. He instinctively closed his lips over Kay's fingers, sucking on them wantonly.
"That's a good boy," Kay whispered in Winter's ear, smirking. "I have a surprise for you. But you have to earn it."
"Whussesurprishe?" Winter mumbled around Kay's fingers. Kay's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not telling you. It's a *surprise*." Kay grabbed Winter's hip, spinning him sharply so his back faced Kay and the right side of his face was pressed up against the wall. Kay yanked down Winter's boxers and he yelped in surprise as they delivered a sharp blow to his ass, leaving the area stinging. "And speaking out of turn will earn you a one-way ticket to Torture Town."
Winter's cheek was hot against the cool marble. With his hands cuffed and pressed against his mound, he was unable to push himself off of the wall. He stood helpless with Kay's arm firmly planted on the back of his neck, and their other hand delivered five quick slaps to his rear.
"Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?" Every slap punctuated a syllable.
Winter nodded quickly, his cheek fricting against the wall, panting "Yessuhhh..."
"Good." Kay pulled Winter's boxers back into place, and pivoted him to face the cavern.
Kay turned their back on Winter who was now barely standing, both sets of cheeks blushing through his melanin. Kay picked up the potion off the stone floor, a teardrop-shaped bottle with a royal purple liquid sloshing around inside. They held it up, flashing Winter a devilish smile. "I bought this at the sex shop in town. It's a shape-shifting potion."
Winter resisted the urge to ask what shape exactly would be shifting.
Kay uncorked the little bottle and downed it in two gulps. They bent down to put the vial back in the sack and pulled out a lighter, then picked up the pipe. "Now, we wait."
They lit the bowl, pulling smoke through its long stem. The smoke rose in thick curls, quickly obscuring the ceiling and filling Winter's nostrils with its heady scent. He begged at Kay with his gaze, afraid of what will happen if he asked in outright for the pipe.
"Do you want some?" Kay asked.
Winter nodded and whispered, "please".
Kay brought the pipe over, offering the mouthpiece to him. "It's still lit. I'll hold it for you."
