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A soft exhale as his hand rises higher along your skin, the digits dragging against the curve of your belly under the robe you’re wearing. His bulk is pressed against you warming the muscles of your back while his mouth is pressed against your ear, the barest gust created as he lets out his own exhale a few hairs on your head fluttering in the draft. A soft mewl escapes past your lips as his other hand slips beneath the folds of your robe to toy with your dripping sex.
You had expected to die on top of this mountain, left as a sacrifice for the so-called god of the locals. To find yourself attacked by wild animals and ripped to pieces. Drugged by the villagers and stripped, informed by the head chief you’d make a fitting sacrifice for their god with your outsider looks and form as you passed out. So much for your research project.
When you had woken up, bound to a slab you were certain you weren’t going to last the night as your tree chattered in your skull and the nip of the frigid air started to seep past your robe. Only for the air to gently warm as if spring was coming to the mountain top.
You can barely see, twisting and turning as you hear the sound of steady footsteps approaching and a dim light growing along with it. A soft laugh rings around the area that has you relaxing as a sense of ease settles into your bones, the most handsome face you’ve ever seen looking down at you. With gentle downturned teal eyes a set of lips that look as soft as freshly fallen snow and a sharp nose, his hair seems black or perhaps it’s the way the lantern in his hand is held, illuminating only part of his face as golden blond strands fall around his face.
“For some reason, I don’t think you came here willingly.” The clang of the metal rings out as he places the lantern on the ground before his fingers work to undo the binds keeping you in place. Those warm digits soothing around the welts from the ropes that are forming around your wrists and ankles, and you find yourself enraptured by the sound of his voice.
“No.” Your voice sounds thick to your ears like your senses are running in slow motion as the beautiful stranger helps you to sit up, shivering as the feathers of his robe brush across your skin.
“You’re not from around here are you?” His voice is gentle and the smell of fresh grass and rich freshly turned soil reaches your nose. It’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant but something inside of you stirs at the scent.
“No. I came to learn about the life here on the mountain.” Taking your hands in his he guides you to your feet, yet as you take your first step you almost crash to the ground. How long had you been tied to the slab? The stranger wrapping a strong arm around you and the remaining chill in the air seems to fade away in an instant.
“I see. This mountain is a hard place to survive, the people often need help so leave little offerings asking for help when times are tough.” You let out a soft laugh almost like a bell chiming in the wind as you lean more into the warmth radiating from his skin.
“Well, when you leave someone tied to a slab in a robe to freeze to death I can honestly say I see how it’s hard to survive.” That has him laughing and the sound makes you think of a babbling brook as it starts to move after a winter of being frozen in sleep.
“Perhaps.” One of his hands is lifting your chin to look into his eyes and you see a shine to them that makes your heart stutter in your chest. “Would you allow me to accompany you down the mountain?” The softness of his offer makes you smile something about this handsome man just sets you at ease, but you find yourself hesitating.
“Who are you?” As you ask the image of rolling fields filled with flowers fills your mind as that same laughter pours from him.
“Vash” His name strikes a cord and your belly clenches as he keeps speaking. “The lord of this mountain and to the village down below the god of spring. Of new beginnings.” You have to laugh yourself but his voice carries a ring of truth to it.
“I’m supposed to believe you’re the god of these people, who said they were sacrificing me to you?” It’s almost unbelievable but as you look around your surroundings you can see the hint of frost at the edge of the circle of light cast from his lantern and the sway of the frozen stalks of foliage in a breeze. Yet all you feel is warmth wrapped in his embrace and no hint of wind at all.
“You don’t need to believe anything, except I mean what I said when I offered to accompany you down the mountain.” That smile never leaves his face and his finger slides across your chin with his teal eyes twinkling in the night as if painted by stars. “Though with the way you’re clinging to my body, one would think you might interested in a more carnal offer.”
“Carnal offer?” You question, unaware of your hands tracing soft circles into his chest as you keep staring into his face.
“How you would have been a sacrifice as you said, and a sacrifice to me is usually in the form of two bodies being joined.” His voice has grown lower and you have to admit it does something to your core, feeling yourself grow warm.
“So you’re asking if I want to fuck?” The idea is tempting, he is rather damn good looking and you haven’t had anything except your fingers inside of you for almost a year while traveling the world.
“I wouldn’t phrase it that way, more making love.” Hearing you speak so vulgar seems to have off put him a little but his hands have kept you close and you can feel a heat rising from his skin. “But yes, that is what I am asking.”
It sounds almost too good to be true but your body is outeighing your mind as it grows warm and you feel a wetness growing in your core. “Yes, let's do it.”
Another laugh from him before his mouth is on yours, gentle and the smell of citrus invades your senses as his lips caress yours. Moaning at the sensual nature of his movements and you feel as you grow wetter under the robe.
As his mouth moves more against yours you find your hands rising to tangle in his hair, rolling your hips and gasping at the firmness you feel between his legs. A low growl seems to fill the air and you realize it’s coming from him pulling away from you and twirling you in his arms so your back is to his chest. “I want to feel your skin.” His voice reverberates through your skull as his hands wander, exploring your body beneath the robe.
As those long digits find your sex you can’t hold back the noises you’re making for him, mewling into the night as he grips your breast and slips one of those long fingers inside your pussy. “So wet lovely thing, your insides feel so nice warm, and dripping. I wonder if I’ll fit?” With the pressure against your backside, you aren’t sure he will with what you feel between your cheeks.
A slide of something along your face has you distracted from those thoughts and him adding a second finger to your core, pumping them while kneading your breast and sucking on your neck. The fluttering of your robe has you looking downwards at the white tendril that seems to give you a little wave as you spot it, before it goes back to lifting your robe and revealing more of your skin. Seeing another your mind blanks as it slips under the folds of fabric and presses against your clit, with your legs turning to jelly as your hit with your first orgasm.
Vash behind you smiles as he kisses the side of your face as best as he can, adjusting your boneless body better in his hold and letting his feather shift to lift you into the air. Keeping his arms around your middle as the white tendrils covered in soft down wrap around your thighs to spread you so he’ll be able to spear you on his throbbing cock. Cooing against your neck as you come down from your high. “You’ve done so well, getting that first one out of the way. Now I think you’re ready for something a bit larger to warm up those pretty insides of yours.”
A soft hum in acknowledgment of his words and his hands feel silky smooth against your thighs. Wait. Both of his hands are now grasping your breasts, how is he holding your legs in his hands? Blinking your eyes open you look down to see bands of white around your legs, realizing your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you as seeing his bare arms you swallow. Yelping as another moves to cup your cheek. “Do not mind my feathers, they’ll only do as I tell them such as holding you aloft so we can continue. If that is what you want?”
As weirded out by the feathers as you are your libidio is winning by a mile. “Yes, I wanna come on that dick I’ve been feeling against my butt.” If he could make you come that hard from just two fingers you can’t wait to feel yourself stretched on what you’re certain is a massive cock.
“Very well.” The sensation of another feather lining his length up with your opening and you gasp as he bucks his hips and tears sting your eyes from the stretch. He is girthy as he splits you open and his body seems to be warming you up even more from the inside as he sets a sharp pace, thrusting in and out of you. Slamming a hand over your mouth as you pant and whine for the self-proclaimed god behind you and using your body as he pleases.
A feathered tendril wraps around your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth as he pants against your neck. “Sing for me, let the village hear your praises as I bring up both to euphoria.” The snap of his hips as he takes you has you doing just that, no longer trying to hold back your noises as he slams his cock deep inside of your body.
His tongue is lapping at the side of your neck as the sweat runs down and his own erratic breathing is washing against the skin cooling the wet strokes he’s left behind. Seeming to growl against the tender area before panting. “Do you want my seed inside of you?”
The way he says you can tell he doesn’t want to pull out but will respect your wishes, choking out a sob as one of those fluffy tendrils goes back to circling your clit. He clearly wants you to come when he does, inside of your walls or not. “Yes. Pump me full.” Letting out a desperate whimper as you try to turn your head to find his mouth wanting a kiss when you finish this time, but there’s no way you can reach those pale lips of his.
A grunt before he’s jackhammering his hips, pulling all the way out until just his tip remains before slamming back inside your clenching pussy. The pressure from the feather against your clit increases until you scream his name, rending the night air as your voice grows hoarse while you spasm around his cock. A searing heat forms in your belly as he suddenly stops letting your walls drain him of his seed, his mouth peppering your neck in kisses as he regains his breathing while you shiver from the pleasure coursing through your body.
A softer grunt as your legs are lowered to the ground but he doesn’t release you and you can still feel his hard cock deep inside of your body. Brushing your fingers over the skin under your belly button and feeling his shiver behind you. His touch is tender and you feel one of his feathers reach up to wipe the wetness from your lashes, a kiss placed against your shoulder where the robe had slipped to allow him access to more of your flesh. “Can I have you again? On the table?”
“Can you go again?” You’re not trying to tease but it might sound that way since he lets out a chuckle more like pebbles falling off a hillside.
“I don’t need much recovery time, so yes, I can go again.” His hands are back to playing with your breasts as his feathers shift and dance across your skin. His length was still buried in your core giving a throb as if to say it wanted to plow you open once more.
“Yea. I want to go again too.” It’s a little awkward as lifts you once more, not truly wanting to leave the warmth of your body. A noise of dissatisfaction from him when he does remove his cock from your body and you shiver, feeling his release sliding out of your core down your legs. Once you’re back on the cool slab, however, he hums fingers scooping his spilled come and pushing it back into your pussy.
This far from his body you shiver as the cold from the stone starts to seep into your back pulling him from his fingers and playing with your folds. “It seems the table is colder than I thought, I can’t have you getting a chill.” You awe as the rest of his robe peels from his skin, massive wings of feathers unfolding before curving to lift you from the table and to serve as a barrier for your body. The action pulls him closer and you see the litany of scars crossing his body reaching up to touch them as if touching a piece of art.
His mouth opens but he stops as you mutter out a soft “You’re even more beautiful than I thought.” Flushing as you realize what you said to the man leaning over you with his cock resting against your belly.
“You are quite lovely yourself.” Bending his head and pressing his lips to the space between your breasts before catching your eyes in his teal gaze once more. “Now, shall we continue?”
Nodding before you whisper a gentle “Yes.” The sound caught in the wall of feathers surrounding both of you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist as he sinks into your slit once more and this time you can see the micro expression of his face as he’s engulfed in your warmth. The new position allows him to reach the deepest part of you, letting out a soft whine as the head of his member touches your cervix.
“I’ll be gentle with you.” Kissing your chin as he presses more of his weight onto you and leaning on his forearms while holding the back of your head, some of the feathers shifting to give him a firmer platform. True to his word he is far gentler as he pumps into you, taking his time as he sensually rolls his hips while your fingers find their way to his back, gripping into the meat of his upper back. There’s something about this position that feels more intimate than a random hook-up with a stranger, surrounded by his feathers with some of the tendrils sliding over your skin and his chest just above yours. Every shift of his hips as he enters you has you seeing stars, the veins lining his length rubbing against your inside delectably and you’re starting to whine under him. Small puffs of hair hit his chest making him smile, the edges of his pupils jagged and you can see the sweat trailing down his face and neck as he holds himself back from plowing into you with the same ferocity as before.
When his cock does hit your cervix he keeps it there for a moment with a soft swirl of his hips as if kissing the deepest part of you before pulling out once more. The fire inside of you burns hotter the longer he works, a slow build-up that has him intimately intertwined with your body as he takes you. “Will you let me fill you again?” His lips are against your temple as he asks and you can hear the strain in his voice, shivering as the feathers seem to squeeze both of your bodies together more.
“Only if you kiss me.” A small demand that seems to make his eyes shine, letting more of his weight settle on your body as he does just that. Meeting him for a kiss that has his tongue sliding inside your mouth at the same speed as his hips as your parted lips touch. Your nails digging into his back hard enough to leave small crescents as he gives a few more thrusts and hits your clit when he’s as deep inside you as he can go. Sucking on his tongue as you come for a third time and sighing as that same burning feeling explodes in your core, you know it’s a larger load than his first as his body tightens while pumping you full. So full you can feel some of his seed slipping past your pussy lips and around his dick to trail down your ass.
Eventually, your body settles and you find his weight pressing down on you soothing, your hand sweeping along his back and feeling where it connects to the mass of feathers growing from him. “Stay with me until dawn, then I shall bring you down the mountain.”
If his request has taken you by surprise you don’t show it, turning to kiss his cheek and watching a wide grin overtake his face. “I will.”
As dawn comes, and several more rounds of him deep in your core, he guides you back down the mountain once more wrapped in his feathers with an arm around your body to keep you steady. Stopping just in view of the village in the slowly brightening shadow of the mountain, reaching up to one of the trees and plucking a single leaf before twisting it in his fingers under a band seems to form.
Snapping up one of your hands with a hum he eyes your fingers carefully while still working the leaf band in the other before slipping it onto your ring finger. “There.” Bowing at the waist and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Now the villagers won’t bother you in your research.” Standing back up to his full height he tilts his head before setting those teal eyes on you once more. “All I ask is you leave the mountain better than you found it.”
“I will Vash. I promise.” It feels a little strange to say goodbye to him like this, on the hillside just outside of town. “Will I see you again?”
That bubbling laugh of his ringing out before giving you a far larger smile than all the others before. “I’ll see you every day you’re on my mountain, but if you’ll see me? Well, time will tell.” It’s rather cryptic but you start walking towards the village, turning a few feet away to ask him what he means to find him gone.
A spring breeze whips your hair into a frenzy and seems to seep in along the folds of your robe as if teasing your skin. As if planting your skin in kisses. “I guess he was a god. That’s different.” You mutter to yourself heading back to the village, surprised by the warmer welcome once they see your finger. Maybe in the weeks to come it will make more sense to you. Maybe.