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Enki’s alliance with the Outlander had started off innocently enough. They had met while Enki was being chased down by a guard, running as fast as his feeble body would allow him to. Suddenly, a hulking figure emerged from the shadows of the prisons, shooting an arrow at the beast with ease and precision and driving its ire away from Enki. Enki had assisted the stranger in taking down the guard, of course, hitting it with a good old-fashioned Hurting spell to dismember its arm. But he was always being careful to keep his distance, never one to put himself in danger for other people. Once the guard was dead, the outlander seized its meat cleaver and tucked it into a leather holster on his furs.
“You should leave this place at once,” The other man said, the rumbling bass of his voice echoing off the prison walls. His gaze had flicked once over Enki’s frail body before he continued. “I doubt that next time you will be so lucky.” And then he had turned and walked away.
Enki stood in stunned silence for a moment, his heart still thrumming in his chest both from the terror of a near-death experience and the physical toll that casting spells took on his body. Before he could reattain his composure though, he noticed the outlander pause at the end of the corridor, his brows furrowing in confusion before he reassessed his position and turned and walked back towards Enki. The dark priest’s lips couldn’t help but curl up a little in amusement. The brute was hopelessly lost.
“I could have sworn the exit was that way,” The outlander had muttered, shoulder brushing against Enki’s as he made his way past.
Enki let him walk a little further before calling after him, “It isn’t that way either.”
The bigger man snapped his head around to look at him.
“It’s down the stairs, this way.” Enki pointed to his left.
The outlander exhaled through his nose sharply before muttering a thanks and attempting to continue on his way.
“I have the general layout of this place fairly well memorised; you know,” Enki added.
The other man looked at him for a moment. “Say what you mean, dark priest.”
Enki bit back a smirk at the way he spat out those two words. “I think we could help each other out. I will be your brain and you will be my brawn.”
The Outlander seemed to consider it for a moment. “No. You need to leave. I will escort you to the exit, but no more. The burden of my task should be left to me alone.”
Enki rolled his eyes. “How very noble. But I am not leaving, I have a task of my own. A task that would be made much simpler with your aid.”
It hadn’t taken much more back and forth after that for the pair to agree to travel together, and the outlander had introduced himself to Enki as Ragnvaldr.
That had been weeks ago now. Or maybe it was just days. Or perhaps, it had even been months. Time was… wrong in the dungeons. Enki could scarcely remember his life before coming here.
Since their initial meeting, they had met other allies, but they had also lost them. The most devastating to Ragnvaldr had been a little girl that they had found locked in a cage. Enki had grumbled and attempted to convince him not to take her with them, reminding him that she was smaller and weaker than even he was, and that she would not be able to protect herself. It may have seemed cruel of him, but, he was trying to protect her. In her cage she was safe, in her cage she couldn’t get hurt. But Ragnavaldr had insisted on freeing her, and she had ended up with her head bashed in with a rock in the cave dweller village. They had gotten the cube that Ragnvaldr had been so insistent on retrieving, but at what cost? After her death, Ragnvaldr had become cold and distant, his eyes often going glassy and his voice trailing off in the middle of sentences that would never be picked up again. Enki suspected that his deep depression had something to do with the names that Ragnvaldr mumbled in his restless periods of sleep. Not that he would ever dare to bring that up while he was awake.
Over the next week, their supply of ale and opium had dwindled significantly, Enki often having to coax the other man into inhaling from his pipe just to get him to move from one room to the next. Eventually, they found themselves back in the prisons where they had first met, settling down to rest in one of the cells. They had emptied out all the enemies from this area long ago, but somehow the silence filled Enki with more dread than any of the guard’s grunts ever had. And to make things worse, Ragnvaldr was having one of his episodes again.
“So, what is our next step after we rest?” Enki attempted. He was not doing well himself, scratching at his thin, papery skin and nibbling at his chapped lips so hard that sometimes he worried he might bite a chunk off.
Ragnvaldr said nothing, instead staring into the distance, his lips parted slightly and his body slack.
“Ragnvaldr!” Enki shouted at him, but even his raised voice did not snap the Outlander out of his trance. Enki cursed and rifled through his pockets, and cursed again when he realised that he had nothing. Not even one scrap of food to keep the hunger at bay. All he had was one measly water vial. Enki felt like crying, and he had not felt like crying in such a long time, not since before his sister…
“Ragnvaldr, this is all I have,” Enki muttered, climbing up next to where the Outlander was sitting on the bed. “Please just – drink this and it’ll make you feel better,” He lied.
The bigger man did not move to take the vial himself, and so Enki had to tilt it between his slightly parted lips and hope for the best. He swallowed, thank Alll-mer, rather than spluttering it all out and choking to death on the dungeon floor. Perhaps Enki was imagining it, but a little more life seemed to seep into the Outlander now that he was a little more hydrated. His gaze did not seem so distant, and his fingers began moving slightly against his knee rather than the limp stillness that had preceded.
“There, I told you that would help,” Enki grumbled, allowing Ragnvaldr to come to his senses in his own time.
“Enki… thank you,” Ragnvaldr mumbled eventually, turning his head to look at the dark priest.
“It was nothing,” Enki dismissed, “Now that you’re feeling more like yourself, what the fuck are we going to do next?”
The question seemed to confuse Ragnvaldr. “Next…?”
“Yes, next,” Enki snapped, feeling his irritability seep back in now that his worry had passed, “I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in this prison cell. You’ve got your stupid cube and now what do you want with it?”
To his surprise, tears started to form in Ragnvaldr’s eyes. “I want… I want to go home.”
Enki wanted to be furious. They had come so far, lost so much, and now he wanted to just leave? However… the anger just wouldn’t come. The idea sounded far more tempting to Enki than staying here another moment. “Home, yes home. We’ll go home.” He agreed, and then quickly backtracked when he realised that he had said ‘we’. “Or rather – you can.” He corrected, “You can go home. I wouldn’t have any need for you in the outside world anyway so…” He trailed off.
Ragnvaldr seemed to study him for a moment. “You would like Oldegård, I think. If not, it would at least be good for your studies.” He said, his accent thickened in his vulnerable state.
So it was decided then. They were going home. Before the giddy, delirious smile crept onto Enki’s face though, Ragnvaldr continued to speak.
“Only… I do not know if I can get us to the exit.” He admitted, his hands trembling in his lap. “I think I must want to, somewhere inside me, but every time I even think about moving from this bed I just… cannot.”
Enki’s expression soured. “Ragnvaldr, I have nothing that can help you. Nothing at all. You will have to push through, it is only a little further I’m certain you can-“
The other man shook his head. “I want to, I do, but my body will not let me. You should go, leave me here and see Oldegård on your own.”
“Leave you?” Enki spluttered, “And how would I make it out of here on my own? I have no strength to cast spells and I am infinitely more frail than I was when I entered these dungeons. No, we either leave here together, or we die here together. Those are our options I’m afraid,”
Ragnvaldr did not argue, he must have known that Enki was right. “Then we should at least use what little strength we have to scavenge the surrounding areas first, take some time to stock up before-“
“No.” Enki interrupted him again, “We scavenged everything around here weeks ago, there will be nothing left and all we will do is waste the energy we have left.”
“Then… is there really nothing we can do?”
Enki’s stomach sank as he realised that if he didn’t come up with a plan soon, they were both doomed.
“There is… something,” Enki found himself mumbling as an idea came to mind. “It is no magic, but I know of something that might make you feel better… lift your spirits, a little.”
“What? What is it?” Ragnvaldr asked, desperate for any knowledge the dark priest might be keeping from him.
“You could fuck me.” He said bluntly. “Orgasms are good for the mind, I hear. And Sylvian may see fit to bless us with a little extra strength afterward. I do not know. But it may be worth a shot.”
Ragnvaldr looked at him long and hard, and Enki fought the urge to hide away with shame.
“I know I am not the most desired sexual partner in the world, but you can always turn me over and pretend I’m someone else. I’m certain I’m not so unseemly from behind.” He rambled.
“…No.” Ragnvaldr muttered eventually, “You will do quite well for me, actually.”
And then the outlander had seized his chin and pulled him in for a bruising kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue and spit and sweat. It was disgusting and messy, and yet Enki could not help but go pliant like clay beneath Ragnvaldr’s large, imposing body.
Clothes were not done away with (Ragnvaldr hardly wore anything anyway), rather Enki’s priest garb was hiked up to his hips as he was pushed down onto the bed and Ragnvaldr rummaged around beneath his furs and leathers to release his large, thick cock. Enki found himself mesmerised by the sight of it, his gaze transfixed on Ragnvaldr’s large hand stroking himself to hardness – despite his anxiety about how in Alll-mer’s name something that large was going to fit inside of his slight body.
Ragnvaldr used his spare hand to gently caress the dip of Enki’s bony hip, his thumb stroking surprisingly tenderly despite his brutish appearance. Eventually, his hand started to slide up higher, his rough palm exploring the flat expanse of Enki’s torso. Ragnvaldr’s gaze was strangely intense, as if he were desperately trying to commit every inch of him to memory, while he stroked steadily at his slowly hardening cock. Eventually, Ragnvaldr’s hand reached his chest, and he gently brushed his thumb over Enki’s sensitive nipple, peaked and hard from the cold, dungeon air. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Enki’s body, his own cock twitching with interest as he let out the most humiliating sound he had ever made in his life. It was partway between a moan and a whimper, and Enki frowned deeply as Ragnvaldr’s lips quirked up into a grin.
“You southern boys are so sensitive,” The outlander teased.
Enki refused to bite back, instead just maintaining his scowl.
That would not do for Ragnvaldr though, as he leaned down onto his forearm and kissed that stupid scowl off Enki’s face. Once again, Enki found himself submitting, his eyes fluttering shut as he wrapped his arms tightly around Ragnvaldr’s broad shoulders, desperate to keep him as close as possible. It wasn’t long before Enki’s cock was straining against Ragnvaldr’s thigh, and it was all he could do to not rut against him like an animal.
“I need you to fuck me now,” Enki demanded.
Ragnvaldr happily obliged, jamming three of his fingers down Enki’s throat without another word to slick them up.
He tried to be patient with preparing Enki, really he did, but it wasn’t long before the two of them were panting and trembling with need.
“Just put it in,” Enki huffed eventually.
“But-“
“No buts! I need you inside me now or I truly might die.”
Ragnvaldr needed no further convincing. With one hand on Enki’s hip, he used the other to guide his cock inside, the task slow and laborious as the length just kept going inside of Enki’s body. Enki tossed his head back against the sheets in a mix of pain and relief as Ragnvaldr filled him up, his breath leaving him in short, sharp gasps. Enki really hadn’t felt this sensation in a very long time, and certainly not from someone as large and handsome as Ragnvaldr.
The outlander let out a guttural grunt as he finally reached the end, his hands gripping Enki’s hips with such force that he was sure that they would soon bruise. He was trying to restrain himself, Enki realised, he didn’t want to hurt him.
“Move,” Enki ordered him. “You won’t hurt me,” he added when he noticed Ragnvaldr’s hesitation, “And if you do, I’ll probably like it.”
Ragnvaldr paused for just a moment longer, before drawing his cock out and pushing it back in with a groan. There was no stopping him from there. The outlander started up a steady pace, each thrust punctuated by the slap of his heavy balls against Enki’s ass and a quiet moan or whimper from the dark priest beneath him. Enki was surprised at how well he was taking Ragnvaldr’s dick; perhaps he was just numb to the pain at this point, but the stretch of his ass just felt so good.
As Ragnvaldr started to get more comfortable with the assurance that he wasn’t hurting Enki, he began to thrust even harder, desperate to take his pleasure from Enki like the dark priest was some whore he could dump his cum into without a second thought.
“Ouch!” Enki complained as one particularly hard thrust knocked his head against the prison cell’s stone wall. “You’re a brute, you know that?” He grumbled.
“You like it,” Ragnvaldr found himself saying. It was a true statement, of course, but he never usually bothered to rise to the dark priest’s arrogance.
Enki opened his mouth with indignation and then quickly shut it again. He did like it, and they both knew it.
“Even if I didn’t, there is no way I could get you off me now,” Enki mumbled, his pale cheeks flushing as he realised that oh fuck – he was really into the thought of being overpowered by Ragnvaldr.
Ragnvaldr clocked this shift in Enki immediately, groaning lowly as he gave him a good, hard thrust. “Would you like that, dark priest? Being conquered by the big, bad Outlander?” He muttered.
“N-no,” Enki protested pathetically, his lie being given away by the whorish moan that passed his lips immediately afterward. Ragnvaldr did not even dignify that with a response, having the audacity to chuckle before seizing hold of Enki’s hips again and continuing his brutal pace.
Enki choked out moans with each thrust, his head lolling backward against the hard wood of the bed as Ragnvaldr fucked him relentlessly. He was worried, for a moment, that the rickety prison bed might break beneath their weight. The squeaking of the wood certainly did not sound promising, but Enki doubted Ragnvaldr would stop even if did collapse beneath them.
“You. Are. A. Brute.” Enki managed to get out eventually, wriggling beneath Ragnvaldr’s weight in a faux attempt to shake him off and using his hands to batter pathetically at his (very sexy) chest. “Let me go right this instant you beast!”
Ragnvaldr easily pinned Enki’s wrists with one hand above his head and continued to fuck him without even missing a beat.
“You’re awful. I hate you.” Enki lied, Ragnvaldr’s complete indifference to his insults turning him on even more. He attempted to kick his legs around, but Ragnvaldr just pushed their hips closer together, not allowing him the space to do so and instead only resulting in Enki wrapping his legs around the Outlander instead.
“Are you done with your little temper tantrum now?” Ragnvaldr asked, using his other hand to take hold of Enki’s chin and forcing him to look at him.
“Fuck you,” Enki insisted weakly, his voice petering off into a pathetic whine.
“Oh? If you hate me so much, then why are you moaning like a whore?” He asked simply.
“I- I-“ Enki tried to find some snarky response, but he just couldn’t. His body was aflame with desire for the man on top of him, and all he could do was gasp and moan and whimper as Ragnvaldr’s cock drove into him again and again.
Still grabbing at Enki’s chin, Ragnvaldr leaned in to whisper right into his ear. “You like it. You like being fucked by a brute. You don’t want it gentle, do you, dark priest? You want me to force myself onto you, to take you and hurt you like the freak that you are.”
Enki moaned wantonly as Ragnvaldr tightened his grip on his chin, his cock leaking streams of precum onto his abdomen.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Ragnvaldr continued, “I am going to fuck you, and fill you up with my seed. And then, if you’re lucky, you might whelp me a son and I’ll have some reason to keep you around. Would you like that dark priest? Would you like to be my wife?”
“No! Yes! I don’t know – just fuck me you disgusting barbarian!” Enki all but sobbed with pleasure.
Ragnvaldr let out an animalistic grunt as he fucked Enki with relentless vigour. He buried his head into the dark priest’s shoulder, biting the pale skin there so hard that it drew blood. Enki’s hands tangled into Ragnvaldr’s knotted hair, tugging on it encouragingly as he bucked his hips up to meet his partner’s thrusts needily, crying out with need as he did so.
It only took a few more thrusts and it was done – Ragnvaldr letting out what could only be described as a howl as he practically folded Enki in half to empty his load into him. At the same time, Enki let out a wail of pleasure, his own thin cock releasing streams of semen all over his dark priest’s garb.
Ragnvaldr pulled his cock out once he was done and collapsed next to Enki on the bed, his broad chest heaving as the adrenaline left his body and he remembered just how weak he really was. But still… perhaps it was the post-orgasm euphoria, but Ragnvaldr really did feel a little better. Maybe he could get them out of these dungeons after all.
The dark priest curled up next to him, his legs trembling with exhaustion as he lay his head on Ragnvaldr’s chest.
“Thank you… Enki,” he panted, closing his eyes and reaching down to stroke Enki’s long, platinum hair.
“You’re thanking me?” Enki asked, and Ragnvaldr couldn’t help but smile as he could hear the way that Enki’s lips had just curled up in displeasure.
“Just five more minutes,” Ragnvaldr promised, “Five more minutes and then we will make our way out of here.”
Reluctantly, Enki could not help but smile too. It was silly, really. He could not wait to see Oldegård.