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He’s careful with his steps. So careful when he sneaks out of his family home with only a woven cloak and a nightlamp to ease his path across the sleeping town.
The church’s doors are open as usual. Inviting, welcoming—the house of God never turns away an honest believer, and what is Nathaniel if not devoted? No one would ever guess what plagues his thoughts, the moment he gets to the staircase leading to the underground chambers. At most, the sole guard keeping an eye on it must think he’s here to pray for the souls of the damned behind the magistrate’s back, the bastards unlucky enough made to bleed for a chance to cleanse their sins.
Of course, the notion is so detached from truth the young man swallows down a snort. He doesn’t have an ounce of mercy to show them, the vermin who trample over God’s name.
No, he’s an absolute hypocrite like that. Because he has no doubt Father would condemn him for what he’s about to do after he bypasses the moans and laments.
It’s not righteous at all, what he has planned.
“Easy,” he shushes the beast on the other side of the iron bars. Bringing it here had been an ordeal, an entire crusade, more so forcing its limbs into shackles. Even now, it looks like the chains would snap at any minute with how strained they are after the slightest movement, “Easy there.”
Nathaniel sets the lamp aside, smiling when he notices a hint of recognition in the deep abyss of its eyes. This isn’t the first time he indulges in the villagers’ catch. He’s sure it won’t be the last.
His body is running hot despite the biting cold in this Godforsaken dungeon. He can barely find the right key in the ring he’d stolen from Father’s desk. He’s too antsy, quivering hands struggling to fit it and twist the lock of the cell open.
The beast purrs when Nathaniel scratches under its chin and behind the antlers at the top of its head, leaning into his palm when he cradles its face tenderly.
The resemblance to his own is uncanny.
It makes the act all the more thrilling.
“Good boy,” It recognizes praise, too. Clear as day by the little sound spilling from its mouth.
So eager.
Letting the cloak fall and puddle at his feet, Nathaniel raises the hem of his cloak, chuckling when the monster’s tail curls around his leg to tug him close. Have him straddling its lap immediately and ruin his tights.
“Impatient beast,” Nathaniel chides, but the cock pressing against his ass has lust simmering in his belly. He can hardly stop the treacherous sigh that wants to slip out of his mouth.
Nathaniel’s fingers wrap around the base, mouth watering at the girth of it—as thick as his forearm, and deliciously painful to take whole.
He can’t wait.
“Do it like always,” He feels drunk, head growing hazy when the tip catches on his rim and the beast’s hips instinctively snap upwards, shoving part of the length into his slicked hole, “Yes, fuck me hard...”
If one thing’s to be said about his pet, it’s that it can follow orders.
He bites down on his clothes to avoid screaming, mingling with the locked filth even when he’s so close to them. What he’s doing is outrageous, almost unforgivable if not for the lash of the flog on his scarred back. He’ll have to visit the oratory later and repent for it.
But right now, he’s too focused on the burn. Too much, too full, too good. Nathaniel can feel tears running down his cheekbones, hands running over his stomach, pushing against the shape bulging his navel. It’s so deep inside that he fears he might go crazy. Become addicted to it the more this goes on. Every time the beast's length buries into him and his cock jumps, wet at the tip and on the verge of spilling.
The beast, oblivious to anything but its own pleasure, keeps fucking him through his orgasm. Growling when Nathaniel’s nails dig into its flesh, slicing its wrists and clawing its palms until blood is painting the stone flooring in sickening red.
Soon enough, cum spurts out of his body. It feels like he might burst, with the monster’s sharp teeth piercing through the fabric of his robe and its knot swelling, stretching him beyond his limit, breaking him apart into a sobbing, slobbering mess. It’s the sweet release he’s been craving for. Exactly what he needs, day after day of following orders. Of being an idol for this town’s sake, so allegedly pure and virtuous.
The beast’s cock twitches inside, and the possessive tail refuses to let go just yet, wanting more of the one it considers a mate. Squirming, desperate to breed.
Nathaniel knows he’ll be back tomorrow at the same time.
After all, he can’t just leave his pet hanging.