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That small contact was like fire.
“Dear Aurelius, you’ve been under my spell since before you even arrived in this garden. There are no jagged edges to my power here, no peaks and troughs like this fool usually suffers. In this form, I can bend your passion, bring it up and down so delicately, and with such delicious domination, that you will never even know it is happening.”
With another wave of the satyr’s hands, a new image came to Aurelius. The air filled with the smell of steam. Suddenly he was back in the bathhouse, with Calix standing over him, fully human, pinning him back in the corner of the pool. Both of them were completely naked. Calix bore a look of savage intimidation. The warm water brushed Aurelius’s aching cock, as hard and yearning as it had been on that day.
A voice far in the distance, and yet everywhere at once, trilled—sticky and hot. Poor thing. You have been teased for too long. I can feel the desire in you. All that lust. All that yearning? You deserve to get what you’ve craved.
Without stepping back, the human prince raised one hand over his head. The cluster of impossibly toned muscles around his water-glinting ribs stretched out. He didn’t move his other hand from beside him.
It was the position that started a wrestling match. A competition of wills and strength.
“Have you known battle, Your Excellency?” said the man before him, just as he had on that afternoon, the first day he had arrived in Ardora.
“No,” he whispered.
The visage of the man shimmered with steam and sweat. “Do you wish to?”
His features swirled in the mist, at once the prince, and then the beast, and then both at once.
Part of Aurelius was scared—more scared than he’d ever been. That part wanted the creature to step away, to give him space, to just let him breathe!
But another part of him wanted the creature to step closer, to crush him, to make him feel even smaller, even more vulnerable, even less in control.
After a long moment, Aurelius reached up and took the man’s hand, double the size of his.
He had barely interlaced their fingers before he was spun around, his whole body consumed by hard, furry flesh. There was a mass of muscle behind him. And against his ass, slippery from the buttery warmth, was the prince’s cock.
It was as hard as granite. As huge as a horse.
One of Calix’s big hands reached around and pushed on his smooth chest, drawing a whimper from Aurelius’s pink lips. The rough fingers continued their path down his stomach, all the way to his groin, splaying his fingers as he did so, until the big man was gripping around and under the base of his sex, without actually touching it.
With his other hand, he pulled Aurelius’s head around to face him.
Their lips were just inches apart now.
His breath was sweet as rosewater.
“Is this what you came for?” Calix growled, like the distant rumble of thunder. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes!”
The water of the bath, the room, all of it melted away until all he could feel was Calix’s touch, and the great slab of meat grinding against his ass. He pushed back against it, desperate to have the hot spear plunge into him, to feel its thickness stretch him out.
He moved, standing on tiptoes until he felt the pressure grow against his tight ring.
He wanted it.
He needed it.
He had to have it!
But before he could accept the invasion, Calix maneuvered himself out of sync, laughing at his grunts of frustration.
Aurelius tried again, and again after that, but each time, Calix withheld his liberation.
“Do you want me?” said the voice beside his ear. At long last, the cock didn’t slip out of reach but pressed against his entrance. “Do you want this?”
“Yes!” Aurelius screamed, grabbing the arm around his chest with one hand, and at the big, firm ass behind him with the other.
