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From where Hunter was hiding he could see the entire room. He saw his uncle sitting upon his throne, head resting lightly on his fist, propped up by his elbow. He saw the giant circle with the ancient symbol inside of it, painted in red on the stone floor before him; And he saw the human girl who sat within it, hands tied behind her back and ankles bound together.
She was not cowering, despite her circumstances. Instead, she glared up at Belos defiantly, even as he calmly explained to her his desire to open a portal, to merge her realm with the demon realm.
Eventually, his uncle turned toward the pillar that Hunter was using as cover, extending a hand towards him. “Come, Hunter,” he said calmly. “We mustn’t keep our guest waiting.”
Slowly, Hunter emerged from the shadows and stepped into the circle with Luz. He was dressed in his Golden Guard uniform though he left the mask off.
“What’s he doing here?” Luz asks unkindly, addressing Belos but glaring at Hunter. He wanted to glare back, to say something derisive, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. His heart was pounding underneath his armor. He wished she would just escape and get as far away from the castle as possible so he wouldn’t have to do this.
Belos chuckled at her tone. “My nephew is essential for my plans to come to fruition, my dear.” Hunter wrapped on arm around his middle, self-consciously. He tried to make himself as small as possible; Maybe then the human would stop looking at him.
“You see, Hunter isn’t a normal boy, though he may look it,” Belos continued, “He wasn’t born, but rather...made.”
A shiver ran down Hunter’s spine. He had been avoiding thinking of the details of his creation since his uncle had confessed the truth to him some weeks ago.
“And this, children,” Belos gestured to the circle on the floor, “is why you are here.”
A moment of silence passed as Luz seemed to take in that information, confused.
Belos did not wait for her to ask questions, however. “Hunter,” he said firmly, “Go on.”
Hunter nervously looked around at the few guards stationed around the perimeter of the room. Though they were several feet away, he was sure they had a decent view of what was about to happen. Hands shaking, he started to remove his armor.
Luz looked even more confused now and continued to stare at him, trying to puzzle out his motives.
That is until he reached the plain black clothes that he wore under his uniform, and began to remove them as well.
Luz seemed to get it then. She gasped, and despite her bindings, threw herself towards the edge of the circle, away from Hunter. Before she could make it over the red outer line, a thick, knarled vine came crashing down in front of her, destroying the stone flooring just outside the circle. She stared at it in surprised horror.
Retracting the appendage back into his body, Belos spoke. “Go on, Hunter,” he urged again, more forcefully.
Steeling himself, Hunter took a breath and got down on the floor, reaching for Luz, one hand landing on her bound ankles only for her to kick and flail furiously, dislodging him.
“What do you think you’re doing? Luz demanded wildly.
“You see, my dear,” Belos explained, “For a permanent portal to be created, it must be born from the raw energy produced when a human,” he gestured to her with one outstretched hand before moving it towards Hunter, “couples with a Grimwalker.”
Hunter felt bile rising in his stomach at the mere mention of that word.
“It’s never going to happen, so you can just forget it right now,” Despite her brave words, Luz’s voice shook.
Hunter was sure Belos was smiling behind his mask, “Hunter, I trust you will be able to overpower one little human.” He sounded amused, “She is tied up, after all.”
Luz stared at Hunter incredulously as he shuffled forward on his knees, grabbed the restraints on her ankles, and pulled so that she was flat on her back, before getting on top of her. She shook her head frantically and squirmed beneath him, cursing and bucking up in an attempt to throw him off her.
Hunter retreated immediately. “Uncle, I-I can’t…” he said, voice shaking. He wrung his hands together and sat back on his heels. Luz sat up, looking cautiously relieved.
Hunter thought his uncle would be furious, but Belos merely sighed. “Very well,” he said almost sadly. “We’ll do things the hard way.” And with that, he held out his hand and a round mass of light about the size of a crystal ball appeared. Inside the floating orb was a vision of the Owl Lady, Eda Clawthorne. She was chained up in the dungeons below the palace, struggling against her bonds, and crying out, though no sound could be heard from this end.
“Eda!” Luz cried. “Let her go!” she demanded fiercely.
Belos closed his fist and the ball of light disappeared. “She will be released once my portal has been created,” he said, and it sounded as if he was losing all patience. “Refuse and she dies.”
Tears sprang to Luz’s eyes so she closed them tight. She took a few deep breaths before she looked back up at Belos. “Alright,” she said, voice hollow. “I’ll do it.”
No, Hunter thought. How could she give in so easily? He began to silently panic.
Belos snapped his fingers and Luz’s binds disappeared entirely. She took a moment to rub the ache from her wrists before standing, and to Hunter’s horror, mechanically began to undress until she stood before him, naked.
She stared down at him, brown eyes determined. Despite the circumstances, Hunter had never seen another person naked before and stared at her openly. His gaze traveled over her small, round breasts, her slim belly, her distinctly feminine hips, and further down he admired her long legs-- until his eyes settled between her thighs.
His face was burning to the tips of his ears. There was a warmth in his stomach that was almost painful.
“Hunter.” Belos’ impatient voice snapped him out of his reverie. Quickly, he stood and stripped the rest of his clothes away until both he and Luz were standing naked, facing each other.
Luz appeared like she didn’t quite know where to look. Her eyes would drift over his body before tearing her gaze away, only for it to find its way back to him. Distantly, Hunter considered that maybe she didn’t want to be caught staring. He thought it would only be fair, he had been staring at her.
Her eyes gazed apprehensively down at his cock, hanging soft between his legs. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, and he fidgeted where he stood. He couldn’t help it; no matter how enticing seeing her slight naked form was his own body couldn’t look past the circumstances surrounding them. His uncle and about twenty guards were watching, putting an enormous amount of pressure on him. Most importantly though, Luz was here against her will and he didn’t want to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. The thought made his stomach churn.
Luz stepped forward haltingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the middle of the circle, which put a little more distance between them and Belos. She looked him in the eye and gave a short, tense nod.
He sighed shakily licking his lips, which had gone uncomfortably dry, before placing his hands on her biceps and lowered them both to their knees and then to the cold, stone floor. Luz laid back impassively as Hunter crawled over her, her legs to either side of his hips.
Hunter swallowed. “Um,” he started, voice low, not wanting to be overheard, “I need to-- C-can I…?” She seemed to understand and in response, bent her knees up and let them fall open, putting herself completely on display for him.
Hunter couldn’t help but stare as his breath came heavier. He felt a stirring in his groin, and took his still mostly soft cock in his hand, rubbing himself against her moist heat.
They gasped together, surprised at the new sensation. Luz’s hand came up to cover her mouth, and Hunter bit his lip to stifle any more noise. Titan, she felt so warm, so amazing; But the thought only made his guilt worse, as again, he reminded himself that she didn’t want to be here--doing this-- with him.
As a result, despite the glorious feel of his cock sliding against her, he wasn’t getting any harder. The shame rose in him once more, knowing not only was his... performance anxiety on display for his unwilling partner, but for everyone else in the room.
“If there is a problem,” Belos’ cold voice said in warning, “I can always order the guard to warm her up for you. Though, I can’t promise you in what condition she’ll be returned.”
His heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and he let out a low whimper. She looked up at him, panicked and he looked back at her, at a loss, not knowing what to do--
She gently pushed him back and sat up, facing him. He had just enough time to wonder what she was planning before her hand was on him, pumping quickly.
“Ah…!” he yelped at the friction of her dry hand.
“Oh- sorry- I’m sorry? Did I do it wrong?” she whispered, suddenly concerned.
He blushed harder, “N-No- just…” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up to his mouth before licking her palm, coating it with a generous amount of spit. She stared at him red-faced and wide-eyed. He then took her hand and led it back down to his cock, before guiding her in a steady rhythm. “Nnngh…That’s it.”
He kept his hand lightly on the back of hers, no longer guiding, but just resting there. He closed his eyes, and couldn’t help the soft sigh that fell from his lips. It felt nice; Despite her inexperience, it felt better than his own hand. Finally, his cock began to fill out, and he silently thanked the Titan.
Precome began to leak freely from his cock.“H-here- ah- use...your thumb to-,” Instead of trying to explain, he used his own thumb to push her’s to the head of his cock, gathered up the slick come there, and led it to glide over the tip once so she got the idea. She did it again on her own, tentatively, before repeating the action with more surety. Soon she was alternating between firm, steady strokes, now slick with precome, and teasing his cockhead. Eventually, her thumb found his slit and curiously stroked there too, making him jerk his hips into her hand. “Mh- Ah!” Her hand faltered briefly, as if she was surprised at this reaction, before she did it again slower, more deliberately.
He was mostly hard now, but he began to worry once more; Soon he’d have to try again to...to... He squeezed his eyes closed tighter and willed his body to behave.
She must have noticed his erection beginning to flag, as her rythm faltered slightly. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then when she spoke her voice was right next to his ear, close enough that her breath sent shivers down his spine. “Look at me,” she whispered. He opened his eyes and stared despondently into her soft brown ones.
Still stroking him, slower now, she moved her other hand to her breast and began messaging gently. He froze, stunned, and his cock twitched in her hand. She must have taken that as encouragement and began rubbing her nipple until it pebbled beneath her fingers.
He stared, transfixed. She took her thumb and forefinger and used them to lightly pinch and pull the hard nub, twisting it slightly, her breath coming faster now. He let out a low, long whine, and without his permission, his brain conjured images of him running his tongue over the sensitive area, wondering how she would taste.
To his despair, she released him, taking his hand in hers and guiding it down to take her place on his cock. He looked down at himself then back up at her confused. She sat back, legs in front of her and knees falling open wide. She leaned back on one hand while the other went between her legs and rubbed lightly with one finger. “Mmm…” she moaned thickly.
Okay, he thought wildly, when she set her mind to something she really saw it through.
He didn’t have time to spend admiring her tenacity, as he was a little busy being more turned on than he ever had been in his life. As she played with herself experimentally, he began to stroke himself, moaning quietly as he watched her spread her folds with her ring and index fingers before using the middle one to rub her clit.
He stroked himself faster and desperately wanted to get back on top of her, to rub himself against her before sinking in completely.
As if reading his mind, the finger on her clit dipped lower and disappeared inside of her. Fingering herself briefly, she took the gathered slick and used it to rub her moist clit more easily.
Oh, Titan. If this kept up, he would not last. “Ngh- Luz...I gotta--” he started, and she understood immediately, pausing her ministrations and sitting up straight once more. They briefly shared a glance, silently asking how they should go about this.
Luz eventually decided for them, as she crawled onto his lap, facing him. He gasped as their hips lined up. She lifted herself on her knees before pausing, looking him in the eye.
He stared back and steadfastly tried to forget the circumstances which led them here; the cruel eyes watching them. If he started deeply enough into her eyes he could almost pretend this was their choice.
He wrapped his arms around her back loosely and leaned forward slightly. Holding her gaze, he mouthed, “I’m sorry.”
To his surprise, she nodded sadly, and mouthed back, “I know.”
With that, she reached between them, lined him up against her, and sank down.
Stars flashed behind Hunter’s eyes and he had to clench his teeth and physically will himself not to come as she slowly lowered herself inch by torturous inch. “Oh, Titan…” he gritted out.
He kept a watch on Luz’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort. She had her eyes shut tight, and was biting her lip. He moved his hands over her back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, thumbs stroking her sides.
Finally, she was fully seated and paused to catch her breath, resting her head on Hunter’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” Hunter breathed, barely audible. Luz nodded against him.
Belos was staying blessedly silent, despite all of their starting and stopping-- Perhaps he was afraid that reminding Hunter of his presence might cause him to lose his erection again. Whatever the reason, Hunter was glad.
After several minutes, in which Luz adjusted to the size of him and Hunter calmed himself down enough so as not to come on the spot, Luz lifted herself on her knees, slowly, and came back down with a low groan.
Hunter couldn’t stop the gasps and whimpers that left him. She felt so good, she was doing so good for him. Distantly, he realized he had said this out loud, but couldn’t bother to feel embarrassed at the moment.
As she picked up her pace, the noises they made increased in volume, but Hunter was beyond caring who heard at this point. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, low on her pulse, before licking a strip up to her ear, causing her to shudder to run through her. “Ah-!”
His mouth latched onto her and he sucked a small bruise into her neck while reaching for her breast and massaging clumsily, too lost in pleasure to display much finesse.
Vaguely, Hunter noticed the paint around them begin to glow bright yellow, but he tried to block it out as Luz slammed herself down on his cock over and over again. Her whimpering becoming breathier and higher in pitch.
He moved his mouth down her chest until he could lick at her nipple before sucking it into his mouth, tongue continuing to swirl around it so that Luz let out a sharp cry. “Ah- H-Hunter,” his name turned to a groan on her tongue.
He was close. The circle around them glowed brighter. Luz’s breath came faster. He never felt this unhinged before. He wanted desperately to come, and he wanted to bring Luz over the edge with him.
Still lapping at her nipple, he slid his other hand from her breast down her soft stomach until his thumb found her clit, still slick from before, and started rubbing.
“Ah! Hunter!” Luz yelled as she came, grinding down hard then rocking her hips forward in shallow thrusts. When she was done and catching her breath, Hunter pushed forward so that Luz landed on her back with him on top of her, putting a hand to the back of her head to keep her from smacking it on the stone beneath them. He thrust into her fervently before his hips stilted, his moans almost becoming a shout, and he spilled inside of her, as Belos had specifically ordered him to do.
They both lie still, panting, Hunter still on top of her, resting most of his weight on his forearms so as not to crush her. Dimly, he noticed the glowing around them had stopped and when he slowly lifted his head he saw an intricate door outlined in gold, floating in front of them, a symbol like an eye placed directly over the centered keyhole.
Behind them, Belos stood and began to laugh; quietly at first before growing in volume and becoming unhinged. “Finally,” he spoke, voice full of emotion, “Finally…”
Hunter’s earlier feelings of fear and unease came flooding back to him. He felt himself slip out of Luz, cock now spent, but he made no move to get off of her, wanting to shield her from whatever came next. Luz tightened her arms around his back. Whatever happened now, they would face it together.
Belos slowly walked past them, not sparing them a glance, until he stood in front of the portal. He said nothing more as it swung itself open, and he disappeared inside.