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He had to admit it, he could not get the Minotaur out of his head. Ever since falling into that maze, and being taken from behind by the towering monster of muscle Jamison could stop thinking about him. The day dreams he used to spend wondering what having two arms would be like we're now full of illicit imaginings of Mako and him, locked in lustful trysts in that maze.
At night he would dream of him. Those large hands touching him gently, warm lips tasting his skin, before all but brutally fucking him into the ground to hear him bleat and moan; all of it ending when Mako would fill him fit to bursting with his hot seed, and fill the air with that bellow that still rung in his ears.
He awoke each morning with an erection and sticky fur.
That's why it wasn't even a full week before he wandered away from the woods he called home. Out he went into the world, following his nose. Mako, his scent ingrained into his mind now, couldn't be far. If he used that maze every moon it meant he lived close by. If so, he could follow the scent of him. Jamison may lack an arm and a fully working leg, but his nose was good.
It took half a day for the familiar scent to find his nose. Ears perking forward, tail lifting in earnest, his nose sniffed excitedly as he hurried onwards following the smell. He passed a small stream, across a man made path, and came upon a hillside where the smell was thick in the air.
"Mako?" Jamison called out, gripping a tree to stop himself from falling over. He'd never trekked so far alone before, and he felt tired.
Movement from the undergrowth signaled something there, before a large set of horns emerged from the bushes. It was him. Mako. As tall, muscular, and powerful as he remembered him. Jamison's tail wagged and he smiled widely.
"Jamison?" He looked surprised. "What are you doing here?" This wasn't the maze, and he certainly wasn't in rut again.
"Hehe!" The Satyr giggled, ears wiggling happily. "Found you I did, all with me own nose!" Jamison declared proudly, puffing his chest out.
Mako stepped out from the bushes, bringing with him a basket full of fish freshly caught. Or stollen. Who knew, who cared? He offered a small smile. "You did. Impressive."
The satyr smiled still, before glancing downwards. His face flushed a little. "I wanted to see you. Not just, you know..."
Oh dear. Mako approached the young male, reached his free hand out and wrapped it around his middle. He fought hard not to think back to the maze, how the Satyrs body had tasted, then felt around his length. It had just been... convenient, right? He certainly hadn't thought about the blond Satyr, not at all. "Come. I'll show you my home."
His home was just around the hillside. An abandoned home long since emptied by humans. The floor was covered in dirt and some plants growing through the floorboards. Grooves, like those in the maze, were along the walls and ceiling. Jamison took a moment to take in the sight, and smell of it. The whole place smelled of Mako, and he liked it. There was nothing else here, besides a few cracked pots and baskets. But it was more than what his family had, which was nothing material at all.
"Hungry?" Mako asked, lifting a fish from the basket.
"Hmm!" Jamison soon had the fish in his hands and was ripping into it with his teeth much like Mako was.
The meal was relatively silent until Mako burped loudly. Jamison burst into a fit of giggles before he burped too, even louder than Mako. "Show off." Mako grinned toothily. His smile eased, before he frowned. "...Did you travel far?"
"Half a day," Jamison replied. "Never been so far from home."
"...for me?" The Minotaur asked.
"Why else?" The Satyr replied.
Mako fell silent. He hadn't exactly had a lot of positive interactions in his life. Someone like Jamison seeking him out, like this, it was strange.
"What're those?" Jamison asked, pointing to the cuff around both of Mako's wrists.
"...cuffs."
"What are those for?"
Mako blinked. Didn't he know about enslavement? He was almost jealous. "I was a slave. When I was born... my parents saw me as a curse. So I was sold. I was owned and did work for humans. Because I was big, and powerful." He was shocked by his own admittance, to spill his life so easily to the Satyr... he'd never done so before, probably because nobody had asked him before.
"I hate humans." Jamison said with a frown. "They're awful."
"They are." Mako agreed. "...wish I wasn't half one."
Jamison smiled. "I like all your parts."
He was sure he was blushing at the compliment, and his long ears folded back shyly. "Thanks." He passed a moment. "Speaking of parts... what happened to yours?"
Looking down at his half an arm and leg, Jamison blinked. "Wish I could say a lion ate me arm, or an elephant crushed my leg but truth is I was born like this." Jamison smiled. "Ma claimed she'd give anything for a baby, that she'd love it. She got me. Half me limbs gone or broken but she loved me with all she had 'n more."
"You're very lucky."
"Guess so. Met you, didn't I?" Jamison boldly asked. Was he flirting? Flirting with the monster who'd claimed him, taken his virginity, and left him with his ass pumped full with his seed? Why yes, yes he was. He hoped he was good at it.
Again Mako felt his face flush. This young puck, talking like this. He didn't know how to really respond to it. "You did." He settled on agreeing with him. "And what a meeting."
"I keep thinking about it." Jamison fully admitted, without shame. "How good you felt inside me."
"..."
"Never had anyone want me like that, your smell was like wine and I can't say no to either." The Satyr continued, looking down at his hoofed feet. "It was just... amazing. And I was afraid you'd think twice, before next season, or find some lady who could take you, or you realise how... pathetic I am, with my bad leg and missing arm. Just wanted to see you again, to remember you're real and not some fantasy I made up in my head, or-"
Mako was suddenly on top of him. Jamison gasped at how quickly the other had moved, effortlessly pinning him to the straw covered floor. Wide orange eyes gazed up at dark brown ones, his long ears perked upward in a curious gesture. Mako pressed a large hand to the Satyr's cheek, caressing it gently. "I'm real." He said, firmly. "This is all real. I'll prove it to you."
Jamison was about to ask how but he felt how a second later. Mako had spread his thin legs easily, and was grinding his slowly hardening cock against his own. He trembled against the floor, mouth falling open on a surprised gasp of pleasure, and weakly ground back against the length that felt as if it dwarfed his own. And to think, he'd taken him all the way down to the base. He flushed redder still at the memory. His good hand reached up and clung against Mako's forearm as his legs pressed in against his hips. "More!" He brayed, shamelessly needy. "Harder!"
"Needy little thing... not even in season..." Mako chuckled, feeling the Satyr rub himself quickly as he could against his cock. By now it was at its fullest length, and dripping his pre-fluid down its own length already coating Jamison's sex with it. The sounds of their bodies rubbing together was far different to the sounds last time, a different position, it was exciting. His belly also pressed Jamison down, poor thing most likely could hardly move, not that he was complaining.
He grounded himself down against Jamison's body, feeling the heat beginning to warm within him. Breathing deeply, he caught the Satyr's good hoof in his right hand, giving it a squeeze. "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." He urged.
"Haa..." Jamison did as told, mouth open, tongue out.
The Minotaur shifted, moving from kneeling between his legs to standing over him. Jamison had a full view now of what the bull man was packing; his balls were half submerged in thick fur, his erection thick and dripping, what a sight. And then the head was pressing against his tongue and he tasted the salty, musky taste of his pre-fluid. Jamison wrapped his lips around the swollen head and immediately began to suckle, his good hand grasping at the girth tightly as Mako gave off a hot, heavy moan.
The pre-fluid dribbled against his eager tongue, smeared against his lips, and some slid down his throat. It tasted so different to anything Jamison had tasted before, even if the smell of it was erotically arousing and familiar. He bobbed his head upwards along the shaft, desperate for the taste and the length, bemoaning the fact he only had one hand to grab at it with, incapable of pleasuring himself during the same instance. Just like last time. Offering up a muffled whine of both anticipation and frustration, the Satyr then splutters.
He splutters because he’s never done something like this. He’s never had a length as big, or thick, like this touch his lips before much less force its way down into his throat which is exactly what Mako was doing. Clearly overcome with his desperate need for further release, he was fucking his throat. It brought tears to Jamison’s eyes and he was certain his nose was running, and he spluttered again.
The pleasure Mako was feeling was, to put it bluntly, wonderful. It brought him back to the memory of the sensation of the Satyrs tight ass squeezing itself around his girth as he’d properly topped, and claimed him in that maze. His nose flared and he snorted loudly, the hand gripping Jamison’s head tightening as he continued to thrust his hips forward, and used his hand to keep the Satyr's head in time with the rocking of his hips. But as pleasured as he was he could hear the other, and almost feel his unease so despite his greater want of release he let go, slowly sliding himself free of the others mouth.
He frowned, looking down at the other, Jamison’s face was red and he had drool with a mix of pre-cum dribbling down from his mouth as well as snot and tears from his nose. What a mess. Reaching down, he gently holds the Satyr’s jaw, tilting his head. “My turn.” is all he says, before pushing the young half man half goat backwards with full force down onto his back.
He bleats out as his world turns on its head but does so even louder when he feels the other’s mouth close over his erection which, up until now, had been totally ignored. Jamison rolls his eyes backwards into his head and moans loudly at the feeling, how hot, warm, and wet it felt. The small threat of sharp teeth, the feel of lips pressing against his fur and skin. Mako moaned around the taste of the others sex, salty, smelt of musk and he could already taste his precum. With movements that could only have been achieved after many attempts at doing this act, Mako bobs his head. He begins slowly, then quickly moves faster, breathing in his scent and tasting his wonderful taste. And the sounds the Satyr made, good Lord, it was melodious. He hitched his voice highly, squeaking, his body squirming and rocking beneath the heat of his mouth and tongue.
He only had one good hand and with it, Jamison didn’t know what to do. He first, frantically, grabbed at one of the horns of the Minotaur as it sucked him off but his trembling hand soon grabbed at the back of Mako’s head. Then it shifted once again, fingers pushing their way into his own open mouth as he whimpered and trembled, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure that rocked through him. Never had he felt such things. His own hand was so weak compared to this eruption of sensations coursing through his body, much like the night in which Mako had claimed him. Only this felt so, so much more.
It didn’t take too long for him to reach his climax, not at all really. He didn’t even feel any embarrassment or shame when he felt the hot knot within his groin finally release itself. Only thing he knew was that it felt amazing, and his spine arched beautifully as he came, his seed spilling out into Mako’s waiting mouth. At that prompting, he swallowed willingly. In comparison to his own release it was like a trickle in the place of an eruption. But he swallows it, taking the taste and the smell. He offered a deep, low rumble of approval before he pulled back, slowly licking his lips as he did.
“Nice.” Mako cooed, wiping his lips against his forearm before he knelt down over the collapsed Satyr, lifting his tail as he did. “You’re brave for trying. I’ll give you that much.”
“Hmmf, well,” Jamison pouted, his long ears flicking a little. “I can take ya down there, right?”
“You can.” he added in what may well be affectionate, but it still sounded gruff. “Which... like I said, is very impressive for someone your size.”
“Oi,” the Satyr frowned. “I ain’t no tiny welp I’m almost big as you are!”
“Not as thick though.” Mako countered. “Or muscular. Or hefty.”
His cheeks tinted a faint shade of red at hearing those words, since they were only kind reminders of the others sex and how wonderful it had felt the last time he’d had it inside of him. Jamison sat up a bit, his tail beginning to quickly wiggle in anticipation, as he pressed his hand to the Minotaur’s impressive stomach. “Wanna remind me how ‘hefty’ you really are down there?” he asked. “I wanna know, ‘n you didn’t get to really finish before...”
A low laugh rippled out of the Minotaur that sent shock waves through Jamison’s body, and he felt his sex twinge excitedly despite having just released not too long ago. He leaned in and knuckled his face against Mako’s stomach for a moment before he turned as quickly as he could and bent forward. Good and bad arm each supported him as his knees dug into the ground, for there was no rock to balance himself against here. His tail ceased its wild wriggling and stood up straight as it could as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at the Minotaur, and even went so far to sway his rear at him.
Mako was, to put it bluntly, rock hard in seconds flat. He’d never admit that he’d thought of the younger monster. That he’d had touched himself at the memory of the sounds the other made, or how he’d felt. That was sentimentality and Minotaurs had no place in their minds for such thoughts or ideas. He offers a grunt, his only possible warning, before he’s bending down behind the Satyr to do as he’d done the first time. That was to lick at him, preparing him further, getting another taste of his body and to hear that melodious sounds from Jamison as he touched him. And this time, he did shift a hand to reach between the front of Jamison’s legs to touch and tug at his erection.
Only once he knew the other was prepared, and wet, did he mount him. Like last time he slides his cock along the underside, rubbing it up and along the wet entrance before pressing his already leaking head right up against it. He rubbed, probed, teased to pleasure and numb as Jamison moaned hungrily for the touch and pushed himself backwards against the head. But his slender hips were grabbed and he was forced to remain still, which had him whine louder still as he was poked at. His words were fully lost now, for both of them, but he was very near ready to plead desperately before he felt the thick, solid head finally push itself into his body.
Throwing his head back Jamison moaned, his one good hand digging its nails into the ground, his stump of an arm pressing itself as close to the ground as possible. Already Mako was pounding away at him, not giving him a moment to brace or even ease him into it. His dick roughly slammed itself all the way down to the base before it was pulling back, almost all the way to the head, before it returned with a vengeance. The mixture of pleasure and pain had Jamison’s forehead glistening with sweat, his mouth agape as he panted, drool already trailing down his chin to dribble to the floor below. It was everything he’d missed, the feeling of fulfillment. Of letting his inhibitions loose and be wild, and free, but also taken and claimed like this.
Maybe it was because they were familiar with one another’s bodies that drove them to be more reckless this time. How powerful Mako’s hips slammed themselves against Jamison’s body, how his large hands grabbed and gripped at him, one hand still purposely groping and squeezing at the Satyrs sex to lure out his own release and spill it over his fingers. His own mouth was open, panting hotly, nose flaring as he took in the scent of the hormones flared up by the two of them that only drove his body to move. Jamison’s ass was perfect, the way it was shaped, how it squeezed around his length no matter how many times he’d pull back only to re-enter him with a force that was sending the Satyr bucking forward. If not for his grasping hands, the Satyr may well have been fucked out of his grip entirely.
Then his knot began to inflate, and at that time his cock had been positioned outside of Jamison’s still surprisingly tight body. Mako grunted, grit his teeth and pushed himself forward. The inflated flesh squeezed and stretched and pulsed before it was finally slammed into Jamison’s body. Both Satyr and Minotaur alike moaned at the sensation, their frantically humping bodies finally drawing to a momentary pause as they finally let their bodies take a breather. The Satyr wiggled his hips as best he could, so proud, and thrilled, to feel such a weight within him.
And seconds later Mako was fucking him just as roughly as before, only now he could no longer pull out as far as he could before. In fact he couldn’t pull out whatsoever, so every pull back on his hips yanked Jamison’s body right back with him. And Jamison more or less was taken for a ride as the Minotaur rubbed himself feverishly both within, and on the outside. His own erection trembled and throbbed beneath the massive, warm, calloused hand of the Minotaur which still held him. He whimpered, tilting his head from side to side, as he seemed to stumble onto his second release. It was nothing like his first, more of a small trickle of excitement that stained against Mako’s large hand.
But when Mako came, Jamison could feel it. That sense of being filled to the brim, even feeling some managing to squeeze through folds of flesh and fur to stain his rear, all of it releasing in a powerful burst that was just like the first time. And Mako’s bellow, oh it still did wonders to him. The fur along his back stood on ends, his tail rigid as it could be beneath that stomach, and his spine curves at the feeling. It was wonderful, it was fulfilling, and it was never a thing he could see himself growing tired of.
Neither could tell how long they remained joined this time. For even when his knot began to finally ease and calm, Mako’s humping returned though it was done at a far more laid back, almost romantic way. Gone was the animal instincts, gone was the rough, hungry desire of the flesh. Now it was soft, and gentle. Large hands no longer gripped to powerful to leave bruises and marks of his nails, but they caressed and held, while Jamison sighed and gasped at the gentleness of it all. The main course was over, and this sweet dessert was more than what he would have hoped to get tonight.
~*~
“You don’t HAVE to take me back so fast, y’know.” Jamison mumbled as he was curled, quite snugly, against the chest of the Minotaur. The cool night air was conflicting with the hard warmth he felt both inside, and out.
“You belong to your family.” Mako said bluntly. “They’ll panic if you don’t come home. Last thing I want is a pack of wild Satyrs’ following your scent to bust down my door demanding to know where you are.”
Jamison made a face but, realized, he was probably right. He’d never been away from his family for a whole night in his life. Mother still felt he was too weak to do such a thing, and would probably always feel that way. For him to vanish for a night, it may well break her heart and he didn’t want to do that. But he didn’t want to leave Mako either.
Still, it wasn’t like they were mates or anything. Nothing would come of this union, much like the last one. No offspring to have. No family group to arrange. Mako lived alone, and he seemed to like it that way even if he’d appeared glad for the company.
Very glad.
He was set down not too far from where his family’s land was, and he was thankful for the stream in which he quickly waded through to wash himself. Honestly he hated to rinse all of the smells off of him, and maybe he didn’t entirely clean every inch of Mako’s scent from him. Maybe.
“Don’t do this again.” Mako said, as he’d stood by the side of the stream. “You could run into trouble between here and my place. Humans, for example.”
“Bah. I ain’t fraid of no humans.” Jamison scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Never was.”
“You should be.” retorted the Minotaur. He stood there silently for a moment or so longer before stepping back, narrowing his eyes. “Right. So. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight~” the Satyr replied, even going so far to lift his good hand to wave his fingers at him in an almost cute fashion.
Mako almost returned it, but kept his arm straight down by his side. “...yeah.” is all he can grunt, his ears folding back against his head. He took a few steps back, before turning around and stomped off entirely. Though, perhaps, not entirely... as once he was clear of the stream and the moon's light that illuminated the area he turned to watch. Just to make sure the Satyr did emerge from the stream fine, to hobble his way back through the thick patches of undergrowth to where his family was.
It wasn’t as if he had to be watched. Mako didn’t feel anything for anyone, he’d swore himself not to after his start in life. But this damn little stupid Satyr with his goofy face and eager attitude... and that body of his... it was working its way into his head even now after just seeing him off mere minutes ago. He wanted to, or at least a part of him, wanted to follow after him. Just to be doubly sure the stupid idiot didn’t go falling down a chasm that would rupture out of nowhere.
Or step into a trap laid by a human.
No, he was fine. They were both fine. Which is what he kept telling himself as he turned, and forced his way back all the way towards where his home was nestled.
He most certainly did not linger on any thoughts of the Satyr. None whatsoever.