WARNING: The following passage has dubiously consented smut. Please do NOT read if it may trigger you. For your mental stability, please skip this chapter if you get triggered. Thank you.
For those of you who do read, enjoy ;)
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Chapter 35: So Many Swords, Pt 1,Milk Unsplit*
[Maximus Westphall-Bennett I:]
After completely healing Marcus, Maximus had Marcus drive him the rest of the way to pick up his sword, utilizing his magic to greatly speed the car up at certain intervals or long stretches of land.
As Marcus drove, Maximus found himself still frustrated by what had happened — Quetsiyah betrayed him.
He knew there had to have been an external driving force — Possibly even someone whispering into her ears to go after Max — But the bottom line doesn't change the facts, and that was that his teacher had betrayed him.
'I was going to betray her regardless, as I never had any intention of not claiming Silas for myself — Cause his baby batter must be quite the delicacy, but still. At least, I would've betrayed her only after she passed on — She's done it to me while I still draw breath,' Max thought, clenching his fists in frustration. 'Talk about being a stuck up bitch. No wonder Silas ditched her for a more naive girl. She's just fucked in the head.'
Max looked at himself in the rearview side mirror, noting his handsome, lightskin black features.
'Then again?' he mused internally. 'It would be the pot calling the kettle black.'
Taking a deep breath, Max turned to the driver seat, noting Marcus' forcefully rigid frame, how the warlock, though driving, was unconsciously side-eyeing Max every few miles. He noted Marcus' mostly even heartbeat, how it sped up at certain intervals.
'He's nervous,' Max thought, sniffing the air, inhaling the witch's natural musk — It smelled of green apples soap, light manly perspiration and a natural musk — a heady scent that caused a heat to bundle in his gut. And something else… 'Is that… arousal? I wonder…'
Looking away, Maximus suddenly had a brilliant idea; he smirked internally. He knew his next moves bordered on outright villainous. He knew what he was about to do was wrong. But he also knew that he wouldn't have done it if some part of Marcus weren't actually attracted to him.
But he was. Marcus was attracted to him to a degree. The fact that his Charm factor worked on him at all was very telling of it honestly. For men who are straight, with even a drop of attraction to Max, it amplifies it to a severe degree, but it only works if there's a even a spark of attraction.
He knew that Marcus, as a straight man, even attracted to Max, that he was have some reservations about intercourse to some extent, so he wanted to help convince Marcus that male on male sex was enjoyable. He figured what better way than to encourage Marcus to take the initiative… Even if that initiative could be dubiously consented…
Placing a hand on his wrist, he channeled the Verbatim Stone, carving out a new rune inside his body and soul. It was a rune he invented — one he wanted to test effects on with Marcus. He was certain both parties would be having a lot of fun soon.
'The Omega Pheromone Rune,' Max dubbed, as it glowed a faint pink-white. 'With this, I'm going to be sending my mates feral! It basically releases an active, semi-passive pheromone outward of my body, making males — whether straight or gay — feral with a need to find release. It works on all men, but it's more effective on dominant males, causing them to basically enter into a helpless rut — one that doesn't stop until I actively choose it to. It also increases sperm production to a minimal degree… And it looks like,' Max looked over at a squirming Marcus who was breathing heavily as he seemed to hump the air uncontrollably. 'It's already working.'
Marcus drove for another mile, unconsciously sniffing the air deeper and deeper, the faint sounds of whines escaping his groaning, heavily breathing mouth. He kept humping, all unconsciously, until he seemingly couldn't take it anymore.
He drove to an abandoned warehouse, parking just outside of it, locking Maximus directly into his eyes, and, commandingly, issued an order: "Out. Now."
Thrill shot through Max's body as he followed Marcus out the car. Max was unsure what Marcus would do next, or exactly how deeply the rune was affecting his creation, but he felt that he was about to find out.
Marcus barely made it inside the building before locking Max between himself and the steel walls, arms on either side of Max's head. Marcus' eyes were blown and the two were so close that Max could smell his — everything, and it was quite the scent.
"Master… Leave now if you don't want this," Marcus said, brows furrowed. "I fear if I start, I won't be able to stop."
Max smirked. 'Of course you won't, because I won't let you.'
As Maximus let his hands traverse downward, from the chest of Marcus' shirt, to the belt of his pants, he knew Marcus' control was slipping by the second — He knew that Marcus could very well turn into a whole other person. Yet, despite this fact — or, perhaps, because of it — the thrill Max was feeling caused his heart to beat quicker and harder than ever.
He performed one last spell — A minor jinx that prevented him from disobeying Maximus, while also heghtenning the build up of sexual pleasure and physical sensitivity to astronomical, soul-taking levels.
He also used his biokinesis to make it so that, instead of cumming easily, Marcus' body would store his blessed seedy milk within himself, allowing for continuous build up until Max himself gave the command to release.
The downside psychological and physiological effect was that the more sacred seed Marcus had in his tank, the more horny, easily irritated, sexually frustrated, mentally animalistic, physically dominant and fast to anger Marcus would become — Which not only made Marcus much more susceptible to Max's Rune of Omega Pheromone, but also turned both Max and, judging by that head of his, Marcus himself on more than either thought it would.
"If I wanted to run, I wouldn't have followed you in here," Max whispered into Marcus' ear seductively. "Now… let loose… You can't, however, penetrate me, but maybe I'll let you feed me your baby batter…"
That seemed to make Marcus lose all control—growling, as if a wolf, not a witch. Marcus crushed their lips together, dominating a kiss that forced Max to be submissive. His tongue demanded entry into Max's mouth, which Max allowed passively, which only served to make Marcus go crazy—Or crazier.
Marcus thrusted into Max's groan, smirking when Max moaned out like a bitch. "Please… more…"
"I'm gonna break you beautifully, Master," Marcus growled out as he thrusted into Max's groin again and bit at Max's ear, leaving a few marks simultaneously. This caused Max to practically see stars — And Marcus wasn't even finished yet. "You may be the Master, but that doesn't mean you're not a bitch. You are a bitch —- My bitch. And I'm gonna show you why."
The derogatory degradation nearly sent Maximus to the edge – And when that didn't happen, Marcus forcing Max to his knees nearly did the trick even more so.
With his hands fiddling with his belt and buckle, Marcus grunted when he finally let his 10 incher free, the musky scent of his brown-black pubes assaulting Max above the witch's pulled down black drawls. "Suck it, bi–Aghh. Fuc—."
But Max didn't give him the opportunity to complete that sentence, grasping the warlock's mighty sword in both his hands, he noted the flared, uncut, dark tan head of the darkened shaft and how pearly drops of milk leaked from the head in a steady stream like a damn faucet.
Instinctively, Max licked the head, rubbing the flat of his tongue against the flared, dripping head, causing a great twitching to rack Marcus' body, causing the older warlock to groan and grunt through the shudders.
"Fucking hell," Marcus groaned, bringing his hand to the back of Max's head and forcing Max to down more of it. "That's right. Suck it. Just like that."
Maximus, on the other hand, was struggling to swallow more. It was a 10 inch cock, from head to base and thicker than a can, but, fuck, was it delicious. He could only get about a quarter down his throat naturally, even with Marcus trying to force more down.
Max utilized his biokinesis to adjust his jaw, allowing more in but also making the path down Max's throat more velvety, more tighter and much more warm.
It drove Marcus insane.
"Gahhh!" What little restraint he possessed still was lost the moment he felt Max's throat tighten around the first half of his shaft. "So tight..."
Instantaneously, Maximus was force fed the rest of the sword, its thickness descending down the throat until he was nose-deep in unkept, hairy, sweaty pubic hair ---- to which he took a deep whiff of, savoring the manly smell as he used his biokinesis to make his gag reflex more sensitive,which served only to pleasure himself. He also gave himself the ability to breathe like plants, so he didn't suffocate with a stick in his mouth and he even created a second tongue in his throat, this one close to the sternum, licking and playing with the warlock's head.
"Aghh Fuck! You really are a warm hole, huh? — Gahh!" Marcus thrusted in and out of Maximus for a long time, enjoying the warm, velvety tightness of Maximus' throat, but he never once was allowed to cum – Andso he didn't….Or, rather, he couldn't. He could reach the edge and even jump off, but the release that came with nutting was removed as well as the ability to nutt. It just compounded that pressure and frustration.
"Why can't I cum?" he questioned, in frustration, after his body built up to release but hadn't released for the seventh time. "What's happening to me?"
Max, standing up now, both men panting heavily, smirked knowingly. Then, using a spellto take off both Marcus' shirt and jacket, so Marcus only wore his unbuckled belted pants and the necklace around his neck, Max admired Marcus' muscle build ---- The chest, the abs, the biceps. It was heaven for the eyes and there was only one thing that could make Max feel even better.
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"Lift your arm up real fast," Max ordered, hand pinching the nipple of a mewling Marcus, as he obeyed.
The scent hit Maximus like a freight train, musk and sweat coalescing into a divine scent that defied physics.
Instinctively, he leaned in, smelling the rich, scented candle that was Marcus' armpit. He hadn't even noticed he came untouched by the smell alone...
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Ten minutes later, through a refreshment and cleansing spell, the two warlocks cleaned up. Marcus was still horny and hard, but Max had no intentions of letting him nut. He purposely fueled him off every few minutes to the edge before stopping or just let him spasm and release nothing, making the older warlock even more frustrated ---- All just to keep him hard.
When they finally managed to pick up Max's sword from a small bladesmithing shop, Max also bought a few precious stones ---- emeralds, jades, moonstones and white and green crystals.
Using the same incantation he used to merge the verbatim stone ---- or rather, one of similar nature:
"Kosmos ak nati, koute volonte mwen — ini senk wòch sa yo ak lam sa a an yon sèl fòs."
"Per me, portatur — et per eos quos agnosco, mutuo dari potest."
"Pou mwen, li ogmante lanmò ak pouvwa san limit — pou lòt yo, li double fòs la."
"Sanguine meo signatum, anima mea ligatum."
"I create this blade — and it is forever known."
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(Logomancy / Creole / Latin Hybrid) Translation:
"Cosmos and nature, heed my will — unite these five stones and this blade into one force."
"By me it is wielded — and by those I acknowledge, it may be borrowed."
"For me, it enhances lethality to astronomical levels — for others, it doubles their power."
"Sealed in my blood, bound by my soul."
Logomancy:"I create this blade — and it is forever known."
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In the end, the silver-bladed katanna with the white finish was transformed into a silver and emerald-colored katanna with white rings and a jade-white finish.
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As Maximus had Marcus drive away, opening a portal in the middle of the road, having it lead to Mystic Falls, he knew on the other side of the portal was the Westphall Manor.
Placing down the container that held his sword, he reached for Marcus' sword, squeezing the hardened shaft; he knew he was about to have even more fun right before his meeting with Enzo.
After all, he had some urges to get a taste of a two other warlocks to play with...
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P.S 1: I know it was random, but, in my defense, I was horny, so….
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