The Almighty Horn Ch. 02

MM Erotic story set in the same fantasy world as my Copperknob and Fort Tune series, but quicker burn.

The Almighty Horn -- Introducing Albright

You hadn't planned to come tonight.

You'd had a few drinks with your friends, perused the sweets at your favourite seller, and wandered the evening market as the traders of Fort Tune packed away their stalls. Around you, brightly coloured awnings were being rolled up, coins counted, and lanterns put out along the narrow streets. The smell of spices and caramel hung in the air.

It was getting late. You should probably have headed home. Instead, you kept wandering, aimlessly taking whichever street caught your eye. Darkness had fallen, yet there was a restlessness inside you... a vague but insistent wanting you couldn't shake... an urge... a need you could not place.

You walked a long time until, finally, you looked up.

Ahead of you, rising against the darkening sky, were the wide marble steps. Midway along the climb you could see the great statue of Aurelion, his powerful male form illuminated by the torches. His cock stood girthy, long, erect and proud, catching the golden light.

The rich, pleasant scent of night-scented stock hung in the air. Standing torches flickered along the stairs, their flames creating shadows that danced seductively across the ancient stone.

It called to you.

At the base of the steps, in a small open alcove, stood a young initiate. Perhaps in his early twenties, he was a handsome man with warm brown eyes and short hair that looked like he had just got out of bed. His body was lean and muscled, with broad shoulders, a defined chest that was lightly dusted with hair, and strong arms. He wore only a simple white wrap slung low on his hips.

He watched you approach, his warm brown eyes meeting yours, his lips slipping into an easy smile.

"It's quiet up there tonight," he said in a husky voice. "If you want to go up."

You paused for a moment... then nodded.

"Strip," he said.

He stepped between you and the street and held up a large bedsheet, giving you what little privacy the alcove allowed. You began to undress, removing your clothes until you stood bare in front of him. The mild evening air moved over your skin, cool against you.

He eyed you hungrily.

Failing, somewhat comically, to keep the sheet fully raised, he reached for a folded length of fresh white linen with the other. His muscular arms flexed as he wrapped it around your hips, his warm hand brushing your stomach as he tied it low and secure. He smoothed the soft fabric down, and as he did his palms brushed over your cock, unconcerned.

"There yer go, handsome," he said. "You're ready to go up."

He gave you a cheeky wink and gestured toward the stairs.

You took a final glance at this handsome initiate and began your climb.

The torches lined both sides of the wide steps, their flames hissing softly in the mild breeze, heat and cold caressing your bare skin. The weathered marble was smooth and cool beneath your feet.

The great statue of Aurelion was before you, his powerful body glowing in the torchlight, his ever-erect cock standing proud and handsome against the night sky. Your eyes lingered on his glory as you passed under him.

Warm light and steam spilled from the open oak doors as you reached the top. You stepped inside. The central hall was filled with lamplight and thick steam, the air warm and heavy with the scent of flowers, sandalwood and other temple smells. Soft voices and the constant sound of water echoed through the space.

Your eyes moved across the room.

Handsome men and women, priests and guests alike, relaxed around the chamber, all near naked as they enjoyed the baths and the services the temple had to offer.

Sitting on the edge of one of the central bathing pools, a powerfully built man caught your eye through the steam. Like many of the priests, his brown skin glistened with oil. He had broad shoulders and a highly developed muscular chest. His eyes scanned the room, as if daring anyone to approach. The cloth wrap around his waist barely concealed the large, flaccid cock beneath it.

You made your way through the chamber, your bare feet splashing softly through the shallow overflow from the baths. You approached him, but he didn't look at you until your shadow touched him. He studied you for a long moment with those dark eyes.

Assessing you.

Judging your worth.

Your value.

Finally, he rose. Every tight muscle in his body tensed as he moved.

"Follow me," he said in a deep, resonant voice.

He led you confidently through the chamber. People fled from his path.

He didn't smile.

You took a side corridor, which looked empty, and walked a short distance before turning right. He stopped beside a marble statue of Aurelion carved into the wall, muscular and, of course, proudly erect, and turned to face you.

He tucked one thick finger under the rim of your linen wrap... and gave it a sharp tug. It fell to the floor, leaving you standing naked in the hall. You look around nervously to see if you have an audience.

"My name is Albright," he said, his voice incredibly deep and commanding. "Suck it."

He reached for the cloth around his own waist and pulled it away.

Even soft, his penis was thick and heavy, a rich brown that darkened toward the large, blunt head, mostly surrounded by foreskin. Long and girthy, with a prominent ridge running along the underside and a thick vein pulsing along the top. The weight of it made the shaft hang low and proud between his powerful hairy thighs.

He tilted your chin up with one thick finger.

"On your knees."

You dropped.

He stepped in close, his massive frame towering over you. He gripped the base of his cock and tapped it against your lips.

A warm and masculine musk emanated from him, mixed with the faint, woody scent of the temple oil. You breathed his smell in deeply as the heavy head of his penis rested on your willing lips.

You opened your mouth and he fed the thick head into your mouth, pulling back his foreskin as it slid against your tongue.

You sucked hard, pulling on him with eager, wet pulls. The taste of him flooded your mouth, warm saltiness with a sweetness from the precum already leaking from the tip. He tasted good. You worked your tongue along the thick underside, sucking harder. His cock responded and twitched inside your mouth.

A soft moan escaped you around his length.

You could feel his cock as it thickened and lengthened, growing heavier and harder with every pull and every push. It stretched your jaw wider, the fat head pushing deeper towards the back of your throat.

Your own cock throbbed hard between your legs in response.

Albright's heavy hand slid onto the back of your head. He pulled you off his cock. Thick strings of spit and precum stretched between your lips and the glistening head. The heavy musk of it filled your nose again as he dragged the fat head slowly across your face, smearing the wet juices over your cheeks and lips. He slapped it across your cheek, his now rock-hard shaft leaving a mild hot sting.

He smacked it against your other cheek, harder this time, then tapped the swollen head against your tongue.

"Look at you," he growled. "Starving for cock."

He gripped your head with both hands and shoved back into your mouth, pushing deep in one smooth, powerful thrust. You opened as wide as you could, struggling to keep your teeth away from his monstrous girth.

Albright held your head firmly in both hands and fucked your face with slow, long strokes, stretching your throat around his girth. Every time he pulled back, you managed to take a quick breath before he drove back in, deeper than before.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

He didn't ease up. He kept fucking your throat, faster and mercilessly. You gagged around him, but he didn't pull back. He simply held you there... using you... enjoying you... letting you feel every thick, throbbing inch of his cock buried in your throat. Finally, he pulled out just enough for you to gasp, then pushed back in.

His eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, watching you take it. He didn't care that you were gagging. You could tell he enjoyed it.

His pleasure was paramount.

His own brutal rhythm.

And you loved it.

He held your head steady in both hands, using your mouth like nothing more than a pleasure tool for his cock. You felt every thick inch as it slid over your tongue and stretched your jaw wide with every thrust. He forced himself deeper, the fat head bullying its way past your resistance, the heavy shaft bulging against your tongue and the walls of your throat as he held you there.

You gagged even harder around him. Your mouth was full of saliva and his abundant precum.

He didn't pull back.

He simply let out guttural groans of satisfaction and kept going. The sound echoed down the corridor.

He finally yanked you off his cock. Your jaw ached and saliva spilled from your lips. Thick strands of spit stretched between your mouth and his wet, glistening shaft.

He didn't give you time to recover.

He slapped the heavy, spit-slick cock across your face again before pulling you up, spinning you around, and pushing you forward until your hands braced against the large Aurelion statue, its marble erection directly in front of your face.

He stepped in close behind you, his powerful body pressing against your back. The thick head of his cock dragged between your cheeks, wet and heavy.

He drooled into his hand and stroked himself once before pressing the blunt head against your hole.

He didn't ease in. He gripped your hips tightly and drove his fat head past your tight ring in a forceful thrust. The burn was intense as he stretched you open, his girthy cock pushing against your inner walls before finally sinking deeper inside.

A broken cry escaped you as he kept pushing, feeding you more of his cock with every inch.

You felt pain.

Fear.

Pleasure.

But you wanted more.

This was what you needed.

You felt the thick shaft sliding deeper, stretching you wider than you'd ever been stretched. By the time his hips finally pressed flush against your ass cheeks, you were panting, your hole clenching and fluttering around the massive intrusion buried inside you.

He stayed buried deep inside you for a moment.

You felt every throbbing inch of him beating inside you.

Then he started to move.

One long stroke... in and out.

Another.

Then he began to fuck you with powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt. You felt every thick inch as it dragged along your walls and slammed back into you.

He leaned over you, one hand gripping the back of your neck.

"This is what you needed, wasn't it," he growled against your ear. It wasn't a question. "Your hungry tight little hole finally getting what it's been craving."

He punctuated the words with a hard, deep thrust that made your legs shake.

"Say it."

Your voice came out broken and breathless between his thrusts.

"Y-Yes... this is what I needed," you gasped.

He let out a low, satisfied growl and fucked you harder for a few strokes, clearly pleased with your answer.

He pulled out and spun you around to face him. He didn't even let you catch your breath before he grabbed you by the thighs and lifted you up, as though you weighed nothing. He pressed your back against the cool marble of the large Aurelion statue, one large hand gripping your ass while the other held the back of your neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he lined himself up against your hole and sank back into you in one smooth thrust.

The new angle felt even deeper.

You felt every thick inch as he started fucking you again, harder now, using his grip on you to pull you down onto his cock with every thrust. Your back slid against the marble with each movement. You felt the contrast between the cool stone and his hot, powerful body as he irreverently fucked you against his god.

He leaned in close, his forehead nearly touching yours as he drove into you.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice rough. "Look into my eyes when I fuck you."

You met his dark, intense eyes.

He owned you.

He fucked you hard, steady and unrelenting, watching every expression that crossed your face as he took you.

You saw your own face, exultant, with clear joy reflected in his eyes.

One of his hands left your neck and slid between your bodies to wrap around your throbbing cock. He didn't stroke you. He simply held you, feeling how hard you were as he continued to pound.

"Not yet," he said. "When I say so."

He gave your cock a playful little squeeze, then returned his hand to your neck and fucked you even harder. Your legs tightened around his waist as he took you, pulling him in deep.

His breathing grew heavier, but his pace stayed slow and controlled.

He was in no rush.

He was clearly enjoying himself inside you.

His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls before driving back in, the fat head catching and rubbing firmly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your whole body felt it, that intense, electric pressure flooding through you. The muscles in your legs started to quiver and your cock leaked steadily between your bodies.

He was getting close.

You could sense it.

His cock throbbed harder inside you. His grip on you tightened. He let out a low, deep groan.

He leaned in closer, pinning you more firmly against the statue. His hand left your cock and grabbed your face, shoving his thick, precum-slicked thumb into your mouth without warning. He pushed it deep, pressing down on your tongue as he continued to fuck you.

"Suck it," he growled.

You did.

A deep, guttural groan roared from his chest, vibrating through his body as he drove into you repeatedly.

"Fuuuck..." he growled, the word rough and strained.

His breathing had turned harsh and ragged. Every time he slammed into you, another low, primal sound escaped him, low grunts and heavy groans that grew louder the closer he got. He was no longer quiet or controlled. The sounds pouring out of him were hungry and unmistakably male. They echoed through the corridor for anyone to hear.

You could feel how close he was now, his cock swelling and twitching inside you with every thrust, his rhythm becoming rougher and more urgent.

Still, he held back.

He pressed you firmly against the statue, his thumb hooked in your mouth as he fucked you with deep, grinding strokes. A low, rumbling growl vibrated against your chest as he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over your lips.

"You fucking earned this," he snarled.

Another primal groan tore from his chest as he pounded into you.

"Take it! Take me!"

He didn't ease up. If anything, the sounds he made only fuelled him further. Deep thrusts, guttural grunts, hungry and unrestrained, as he used your body for his own pleasure while fighting to hold himself back.

He was right on the edge.

From the way he growled and groaned against you, it was clear how much effort it took him not to let go.

He stopped suddenly.

He gripped your ass and back and, without pulling out of you, he carried you along the corridor. Every careful step he took made his thick cock shift and grind inside you. You clung to him, clenching your hole tightly, refusing to let him slip out.

He elbowed the handle of a nearby door down and pushed it open with his muscled shoulder.

Dark marble walls caught the fiery light of several mounted torches. A large bed covered in black silk sheets sat in the centre of the room, ready and inviting. He carried you to the bed and carefully, almost tenderly, lowered you down onto it. You sank comfortably into the cool, luxurious fabric as he positioned himself between your spread thighs, still buried inside you.

He stayed still a moment and looked into your eyes. His breathing was heavy. His cock throbbed in the slick mess of his precum inside you. Heat radiated from his body and beads of sweat gathered across his dark muscular skin. This was it.

He took your wrists and pinned your arms above your head with one heavy hand.

Then he started to move again.

His thrusts were deeper now.

Rougher.

The bed shook as he fucked you. The thick head of his cock slammed against that sensitive spot inside you at every thrust, sending repeated intense waves of pleasure through your body.

Wild groans burst from him now, vibrating through you as he lost himself inside you.

Uncontrolled moans spilled from your own throat too, as your cock and insides throbbed in time with his thrusts.

He pounded that spot inside you over and over again.

You were in absolute bliss.

"I'm a good fucker," he grunted.

"Yes, you are!" you gasped.

There was no denying it.

You felt his rhythm start to change.

You could feel his thrusts as they became shorter and more urgent. He was very close now, his cock swelling and throbbing inside you with every stroke, his breathing harsh and ragged. Another animalistic groan rumbled from him unbidden, as he buried himself to the hilt and ground against you.

He was fighting it.

You could tell, in the tight set of his jaw, in the way the bulging muscles in his chest and arms flexed and trembled with the effort. His free hand slid up and gripped your throat, not squeezing hard, just holding you there as he continued to fuck you with rough, desperate strokes.

"Gonna fill you up," he growled.

Another low, primal groan escaped him as he drove into you particularly hard.

"Gonna fuck my cum so deep in this tight hole..."

He leaned down, his sweating forehead pressing against yours as he stared intensely into your eyes. He fucked you with heavy, relentless thrusts, getting closer and closer to the edge.

You could smell him. Taste his sweat. Hear his desperate lust. Your insides were slick with his precum, making every thrust wet and delicious. His grip on your wrists tightened almost painfully as he drove into you with desperate, powerful strokes.

"Fuck -- fuck," he growled, his voice ragged.

His hand left your throat and reached between your bodies, wrapping around your cock. He started stroking you in time with his thrusts, rough, fast and unrelenting.

He stared down at you intensely, his dark eyes burning as he fucked and stroked you at the same time.

Your whole body spasmed at his touch.

You were already on the edge.

"You're gonna get it," he growled. "My sweet fucking load. You're going to have my babies inside you."

A deep, guttural roar tore from his chest as he slammed into you one final time and buried himself to the hilt. His entire body locked above you, every muscle in his body shaking. You felt his cock swell and pulse violently inside you as he started to cum.

Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded your insides in powerful pulses. He groaned loudly and unashamed. The sound echoed off the marble walls as he pumped shot after shot into you. His cock throbbed noticeably with every spurt, filling you so completely that you could feel the warmth spreading inside you.

It sent you over the edge.

Your orgasm pulsed through you hard.

Wave after intense wave.

Your cock began to throb violently in his large hand as you came, thick cum spilling between your stomachs and flying against your chests. Your hole clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, gripping him tightly with every wave of pleasure. It shuddered through your guts, your cock, your chest and straight into your skull.

The feeling of this man's thick seed flooding you while you came was overwhelming. Every pulse from his cock inside you made your orgasm pulse longer, spreading through you until your whole body shook beneath him at his mercy. Your back arched off the bed as the pleasure crashed through you in long, intense waves, leaving you gasping and trembling.

He didn't stop. He fucked you through it, with slow and deep thrusts that only pushed his load deeper. More cum leaked out around his cock, slick and hot, as he continued to grind into you with low, satisfied groans.

His forehead stayed pressed against yours, his dark eyes half-lidded but intense. His breathing was harsh and ragged, his powerful body still trembling with the force of his orgasm.

He let go of your cock.

The last few pulses finally faded, but he stayed buried deep, panting heavily against your lips. His cock continued to twitch inside you, still hard, still leaking the last of his cum into your well-used hole.

He released your wrists and fell fully on top of you, still bearing most of his weight. His chest heaved against yours, wet with your cum. A low, satisfied growl rumbled from his throat as he slowly rolled his hips, stirring his cum inside you, before finally going still.

You lay together for a long while, his cock still throbbing inside you as it very slowly softened.

Both of you were drenched in sweat.

Then, with one last lazy throb, he slipped from your body.

You let your legs fall.

You felt his cum leaking out of you.

Finally, he lazily lifted himself up, climbed off the bed, and walked towards the door.

He looked back at you once, lying there wrecked but content, and gave you a single nod.

He opened the door and left the room.

You lay there for a long while.

Alone.

Violated.

Satisfied.

Aurelion must have known.

This was what you needed.