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Centuries of stillness filled the daunting atmosphere of the Strife Ruins of Castrum Kremnos. What was once an energetic community, its citizens bellowing with fervor and spirit, now rested in wreckage in the aftermath of calamity. All that sauntered the land were the remaining Titankins of Strife, corrupted and purposeless without direction.
However, silence was always absent within the Kremnos Arena when Mydei was present. The earsplitting howls, the echoing clashes of steel upon steel, the fierce thrill of becoming lacerated—a recipe that fueled the man's embodiment of a warrior. He had the satisfaction of unleashing the true meaning of being a Kremnoan without restraint. The adrenaline flowed free from his heart, each smite and stab encouraging him to push further. Mydei's lips never hesitated to transform into an intimidating smirk in such moments.
However, this battle was not usual. Duels with Phainon were more common, but Anaxa also participated, an occurrence that even Mydei deemed rare. It still brought an occasional sense of eagerness. The aroma of fresh blood slammed into the blonde's nose like a train, snickering as he inhaled the welcoming scent. Both men rushed once more, pushing Mydei to act swiftly. It was all routine, a training regiment that the young man had practiced constantly. Sliding underneath Anaxa with precision, he quickly leaped into the air, his honey-brown irises locking onto Phainon's teal-like ones before hurling towards him like a meteor.
Seconds after Phainon lifted his sword into a defensive position, the clash propelled columns of dust to rise from the earth. The impact was immediate. The strength mustered into the attack had forced Phainon back several feet from his initial place. Mydei embraced the intensifying ache in his arms, his fists firm against the cold steel of Phainon's claymore. All he could hear were his and Phainon's labored breaths slamming into his ears. The Kremnoan felt the dust and cold air tear his leaden lungs. Not once did he divert his glare from Phainon, discerning the same passion.
"Impressive, Deliverer," Mydei huffed, licking his lips and pushing Phainon further. "You're having me work harder for this victory. What's the occasion? Trying to impress the nerd back there or me?"
"My strength is..." Phainon hissed, clenching his teeth as he mustered his remaining power, "...always tested when it comes to you, Mydei. I must keep my favored opponent on his toes, no?"
"I'm touched, but your ideal of perfection means nothing to me because," Mydei growled, leaning in until their lips were inches apart, blood dripping onto the stone, "you're exactly where I want you to be."
In the heat of a battle, it was crucial to have all ears open. Mydei heard the haste of footsteps ushering closer. A final laugh escaped the man's throat before battering Phainon's forehead with his own. He felt Phainon's hold release the claymore, hearing the sharp thud onto the stone. Mydei gripped Phainon's biceps, earning a sharp scream from the man. Kremnoans did not bow to anyone deemed lesser. Even as the Kremnoan Dynasty had ended, the blonde man did not care. His domain will always fall under war, rage, and terror, heartless of what the prophecy told.
Once Mydei sensed Anaxa's proximity, he performed a quick spin. He tossed Phainon with the remaining strength he had before succumbing to the exploding pain in his lower left leg, dropping on the knee but not without witnessing the final act. The delightful sight of Anaxa's eyes widening with stun was perfect. The collision of Phainon's body with Anaxa propelled both men as if carried away by a furious tempest. The resonating sound of stone shattering expanded across the arena in seconds, the debris scattering alongside the dust hurling toward Mydei as the men connected with the bottom of the auditorium.
In the distance, despite the heavy dust, Mydei observed Anaxa's weapon sheathed into the earth. Its polished tone became sullied as the winding blood melded into the malachite and emerald coloration. Defeat was nonexistent in the Kremnoan tongue. The strong filtered out the weak. The fearless exiled the timid. The Strife Titan bestowed its blessings due to his race's perseverance and steadfastness. Regardless of the fall of his people, his Savage God, Mydei's blood ran solely for him.
With a strained grunt, Mydei pulled himself from the ground, hating the thought of remaining in such a defeated pose. His triumph did not come without a challenge. From the countless slaughters since his earliest days as a prince to cleaning the ruins full of corrupted strife, his most fascinating battles have always been with Phainon, and now that Mydei witnessed Anaxa's potential outside the Grove of Epiphany firsthand, he did not bother to quell the wrath within him. The desire to battle further had yet to recede as he sauntered to the fallen men.
The dust acted like an opening veil for Mydei to discern the carnage he unleashed. Beaten, bruised, bloodied, and submissive—a fervent sight that made the warrior's breath hasten with anticipation. His honey-brown irises locked onto Phainon's teal-like ones, and Mydei still sensed the fire in them, but its flame was receding. Anaxa's, however, screamed perplexity and fury. Like a colossal pillar representing dominance, the blonde man ensured their attention was on him. Patience thinning, he selected Anaxa. The hiss emitted from Anaxa ushered a wave of superiority. Mydei's grip intensified, pulling Anaxa until their lips were inches apart.
"All those strategies," Mydei mumbled, feeling their breaths mingle, "all that analysis, and you're still under my feet like a man stripped of power."
"Tell me, scholar," Mydei continued, "where's your sharp, witted tongue now? Humor me."
"Expected from a brute born amidst strife and ruination," Anaxa spat. "Your strength is almost admirable, but never insult my decades of intelligence in my presence."
"What, you cannot handle an undeniable truth? The deliverer's remarks before our fight must've kindled something hidden deep. Am I right?"
"I act on my own—"
"Don't lie to me," Mydei interrupted, a growl escaping his throat. "Of all people, this fool persuaded you. 'You speak about knowledge, but real knowledge comes from experience.' Sounds familiar, doesn't it, scholar?"
After listening to Anaxa's snarl, Mydei felt a rush of supremacy ascending his soul. The blonde knew Anaxa would aim to quell the curiosities that demanded answers. Despite the scholar's preaching about endless intellect hidden within the cosmos, Mydei was perceptive to Anaxa's obsession with philosophies. Control was a domain Anaxa desired to rule, and with reason and knowledge, it became a trifecta that held ample power.
Mydei could sense the frustration from the scholar as the shift in control was under the warrior's hand. Releasing Anaxa's hair, the thud of the scholar's head slamming into the stone emitting in the air, his attention turned to Phainon. "You knew better, deliverer. Did you expect a different outcome if Anaxa teamed with you?"
"Never call me by that name..." Anaxa growled, lifting his head a little to glare at Mydei.
"What will you do in such a defenseless state?" Mydei smirked, displaying his canines. "Not a damn thing."
"My, Mydei," Phainon rasped, a defeated smile forming, "still ruthless even outside of battle? I know there's a heart underneath all that muscle somewhere."
"Our rivalry spans far longer than years," Phainon continued. "I battle to see if my strength improves each time I fall. Sometimes, a small voice pushes me to have you view me as an equal."
"An equal?" Mydei repeated, lifting Phainon's face by the chin. "I'll give credit where it's due. Your perseverance is far more remarkable than most, but let me tell you something, Phainon ."
"I, Mydeimos, am the God of War, Terror, and Dread." Mydei growled, tightening his hold, "I hold the lance that bears my name, blood, and past. Death is far from me, but that is fine. My bloodlust, rage, and lust? I can unleash it all on you and him ."
After releasing Phainon from his grasp, Mydei stood tall again, his towering frame demanding submission. After a harrowing battle, the valiant victors always claimed their spoils, whether it be treasure, land, or the captured. From Phainon's breathless body to Anaxa's sweat dripping from his flushed skin, Mydei felt the transformation of his adrenaline into lechery. Strip them bare, observe their breath hitch from each touch, hear them howl the name that was Mydei—the prurient's call to dominate in a fashion to ensure the treasure he won was forever his.
Their defenseless state made Mydei's breath more erratic as he stared with his glowing, honey-brown irises, his abs flexing with each inhale and exhale. He felt his skin tingle as saliva trickled past his lips and down his chin. The pressure in his pants heightened faster than he could react, forcing a seethe from the warrior as the carnal touches of eros made his cock hard for the men. Mydei wanted them, but he knew before dawn approached once more, they would be unable to walk and feel his seed drip between their legs.
Before long, Mydei held Phainon and Anaxa on each shoulder, his biceps acting as anchoring support. Their complaints, comments, and concerns were as loud as the breeze; however, Mydei let them ponder as he only voiced a snicker. Like the thickest fog, lust was a sin that concealed reality with a veil of salacious desires. With all the power and resilience the warrior possessed, lust had long placed a collar around his neck, sauntering with him as it knew the outcome waiting for the men. Just after exiting the Kremnos Arena, Mydei said his final remarks before remaining silent.
"I take what I win, and tonight, you'll learn not to mess with the man wielding the Coreflame of Strife."
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The chill radiating from pristine red crystals that formed his majestic seat had Mydei shivering a bit; however, he could not decipher whether the actual cold or the upcoming performance was the culprit. Nevertheless, it did not cease the blonde's intense stare at the men before him. A hand rested on the warrior's bulge, its outline more pronounced as his legs were more open.
His treasures, bare and coated with the sweat of their defeat, were presented to him like peasants to a ruler. Both men's hands rested above them, their wrists imprisoned within the binds of the red rope. From their upper thighs to just below their knees, a set of three ropes held their legs flush. Furthermore, Mydei had placed duct tape across their mouths, further stripping what little freedom they had before. The blonde man could discern the frustrations in their eyes, but after observing their cocks twitching and becoming erect, he knew there was some form of anticipation between them.
Rising from his seat, Mydei sauntered closer until he was less than a yard from their radiating bodies. Their muffled moans and tightening abs were like a natural wonder, and he had a front-row view of a fantastic display. Closing the space further, he deviated to the left a little, deciding to start the show with Anaxa. The way Anaxa's mouth flexed behind the tape, only for his words to remain muffled mumbles, ignited a darker sensation that clawed at Mydei's skin. The warrior cupped the scholar's cheek, feeling how velvety his skin became due to the excessive sweat.
"All that intellect, yet your body has betrayed you," Mydei mumbled, his lips ghosting Anaxa's skin. "Do you love the sense of vulnerability? You're already primed for me, Anaxa ..."
Mydei started his work. Ghosting became contact, his damp lips pressing kisses alongside his chin. The blonde man's tongue slowly licked him like a lollipop. Anaxa's movements, writhing and becoming desperate, forced a growl from the man assaulting him with pleasure. The remaining hand found its way to the scholar's belly, brushing the slick abs that flexed with each breath Anaxa inhaled to keep himself composed. Mydei aimed for the neck, the desire to mark his claim fueling the flame in his belly to rise towards his chest.
The reddish-purple blemishes forming was a display Mydei loved. Taking another bite, he felt Anaxa's body thrust forward, a whimpering mewl resonating throughout the room. The sensation of Anaxa's cock sliding across his lower abs and spreading precum forced Mydel to bite harder. He could not lose control this early as the tender touches of lust held onto him, but he was far from surrendering. Pulling back as he reopened his eyes, Mydei licked the remaining saliva trickling past Anaxa's tape before observing his work.
Mydei descended further, his attention now on Anaxa's defined abs. For a scholar, the blonde man could not say he was unimpressed. The warmth that made his chest torrid ascended further, pooling like magma into his cheeks. Mydei did not require a mirror to imagine the cherry-red tint plastering his face, and Anaxa had a free ticket to be underneath the warrior's touch and see a side of him that nobody could say they saw.
His cock, pulsing and demanding release from the straining fabric, made Mydei shift his focus for a moment. The second his length became free, a blissful huff passed the man's lips. He peeked back at Anaxa and noted the scholar's irises widening. A smirk was all Mydei handed before spitting saliva, hearing it collide with Anaxa's chest and observing it slide between each ab.
While his attention was solely on Anaxa, he had Phainon in his periphery. Mydei knew what he was doing. With his stiff cock and plump ass on full display, the blonde did not deprive the nameless hero altogether. With a teasing smirk, Mydei slowly squatted until he centered his face on the scholar's abs. Anaxa's damped screams were like harmonious music the second his voice caressed his ears. The salt and sweat blanketed his tastebuds the moment he licked with hunger.
"Keep squirming, pretty boy," Mydei panted, nipping each one he passed over. "Show The Deliverer how much you're aching to get filled up. Better yet..."
Returning to Anaxa's face, Mydei did not hesitate to rip the tape from the scholar's mouth. It earned all of them a pained gasp radiating through the air. Swiftly, the warrior interlocked their lips, pushing his tongue deep into the scholar's mouth, exploring uncharted territory. Both men's breath hitched from the quick action; however, Mydei did not believe in slow and steady. The tingling flutters in his heart were unfamiliar, but it beat with rampant ecstasy, a first outside of conflict.
With a quick slap onto Anaxa's left breast, Mydei twisted the perked nipple. One gasp from the scholar was all the warrior needed to dip further until his tongue could tease the furthest places in his mouth. He felt the kiss become more fluid as Anaxa released his tension, finally succumbing to the sinful desire. Their tongues continued rolling over one another before Mydei uncoupled them, strands of saliva dipping being their only connection.
"Didn't take that you'd be a kisser, Scholar," Mydei huffed, his tongue trailing the man's lips. "How would Lady Aglaea feel knowing that a man kissing you would make you this riled up?"
"Dare not speak of her," Anaxa spat, still catching his breath. "Never would I think of her in such a dirty manner, brute."
"Well then, I'll make sure you'll only think of me from now on. Peek at The Deliverer and see how his body demands touch like yours. Is he not a handsome hero, Anaxagoras? Dripping precum and flustered, deprived and needy."
"You'll never hear an answer from me..." Anaxa gasped, trying to move his cock away from Mydei's touch, "...ah! Stop touching me there, damn you!"
"Backed up, Scholar? Need a release? I'll pity you," Mydei smirked, lowering once again, "but you'll beg to cum."
Hard, the tip reddened desperation, Mydei scanned all of the scholar's dick. A cock was a cock, regardless of its size and length; however, the blonde could not say Anaxa was lacking. The blonde exhaled, letting his heated breath glide across the shaft. Mydei was not one to offer services, but he believed that pleasure was a sin all should savor. His tongue left his mouth, tracing the outline of Anaxa's balls, lifting them as he felt the heaviness of the scholar's seed. The moment Mydei cupped his lips onto them, the sweet whimpers from Anaxa filled the room, and the warrior felt the coils in his gut twist and turn.
Amidst Anaxa's mewls of euphoria, Mydei could hear Phainon's shuffles nearby, their sound becoming louder by the second. The warrior noted the nameless hero's increasing impatience. As he continued suckling the scholar's sac, his eyes diverted to the other man bonded in rope. He saw the area of precum that dripped onto the floor and the intensifying flush that festered on his skin. Mydei groaned as he released, watching them jiggle a little before settling.
"Damn..." Anaxa huffed, shifting his gaze down to Mydei, "...that was—"
Mydei refused to let Anaxa relax. His tongue shifted towards the underside of the scholar's cock. Slow yet impactful, the blonde wanted this to hurt, to be torturous. Glancing above, Mydei observed how Anaxa was staring at him, the scholar's parted lips teasing him while his chest pumped constantly. If Mydei knew Anaxa would have melted into a puddle this quickly, he would have conquered his lithe body way beforehand.
While the warrior felt his and Anaxa's warmth enshrouding them, he could also feel Phainon's heat radiating despite being about three feet apart. Slithering his tongue towards the tip, Mydei felt the slit as he dipped in, tasting the precum as he began to push forward, taking Anaxa's cock. The scholar's sensual cries blended with Phainon's whimpers in the distance, and Mydei sensed a bloom of frisson bathe over him. Once his lips reached Anaxa's skin, all of the scholar's length in, the blonde started with an unhurried tempo before becoming swifter.
Mydei listened to the slick squelches from his lips, feeling the churn of saliva coat each inch of Anaxa's cock. Positioning his tongue on the underside of the scholar's length, Mydei slid it forward, the rough surface of his tastebuds offering a thrilling sensation before sliding back to its original spot. He continued, feeling Anaxa's tip teasing the top of his mouth as he applied a bit of suction, his cheeks hollowing each time he sucked. The scholar's moans transformed into continuous mewls while the stillness wavered under the thrusts of his hips, pushing his dick deeper into the warrior's throat.
Despite the power, Mydei could not keep his eyes fully blown, his eyelids lowering halfway as he could think of nothing but receiving the seed he wanted to taste. While he did not bother to glance at Phainon, Mydei could envision the man's fantasy, especially in the blonde's current state. Sliding a hand to feel Anaxa's ass, he pushed further until he reached the scholar's hole. Tracing the man's ring, he sank two fingers inside. The reaction was immediate as Mydei felt his walls clench around his fingers as he kept pushing.
"Gods, Mydei!" Anaxa cried out, clenching his ass to hold Mydei's fingers in place. "Why is such a brute this adept at..." Anaxa moaned, "...something like this!? A-Ack!"
Mydei hastened the pace, answering Anaxa's question with bliss as his eyelids lowered entirely. His focus was all on Anaxa as he stimulated multiple areas simultaneously. The pressure in his balls became more prominent, grunting around Anaxa's dick as he could feel his ripe seed churn with verve. Drunk in desire, Mydei did not mind sharing his power with lust's angels, their erotic vocals telling him to fill the room further with their screams.
The intensifying pulses within his mouth told the blonde to halt his bobbling. Sliding back, the scholar's cock exited his mouth, covered with the mixture of saliva and precum. Mydei licked his lips, noting how they became swollen, not doubting the redness they likely possessed. His fingers stayed in place; however, he performed a scissoring motion, keeping his walls spread and open.
"Let me..." Anaxa panted, instinctively thrusting in the air, his tongue beyond his lips.
"Speak up," Mydei growled, slowly stroking Anaxa's cock, "and let our esteemed guest hear the lust in that voice of yours."
"What a slut you've become, Scholar," Mydei continued, "shivering underneath my touch, feeling the pleasure of me in your ass. You're mine."
"Mydeimos, God of Terror..." Anaxa moaned, "...let me cum. A-Ah, please!"
Mydei's strokes increased, feeling Anaxa's cock react to the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Without warning, other than the scholar's strangled breath and the cave-in of his abs as he leaned forward, the warrior felt the hot ropes of cum hit his face, from his forehead to lips. He felt the immediate drops of seed slamming his tongue, licking the excess that dribbled near his lips. Such a sexy display, and Mydei had to will the perseverance to halt himself from spilling his cum.
With a free hand, the blonde smeared the cum like it was lotion, not needing a mirror to know his skin likely glistened underneath the room's light. His heart pounded like a hammer as Mydei felt its beats within his skull. These throbbings were far different than those during battle, and while Mydei would forever love the concept of war, he could not deny that these feelings were clawing closer to the top. After sliding his fingers from Anaxa's ass, he stood tall, staring into those half-lidded eyes of the scholar before inserting his fingers inside his mouth.
"Taste your slick, Anaxa," Mydei growled, keeping Anaxa's mouth parted. "Feel the amount that came from your body with just a blowjob."
Mydei listened to Anaxa's ruined response, a suppressed moan that spoke a thousand words. He let his fingers twirl around the scholar's tongue, feeling its movements between his fingers to lick the slick his ass produced. Turning his attention to Phainon, the warrior discerned his nature. From prideful to urgent, he could see the desperation, the demand to touch him. Once Mydei slid his fingers from Anaxa's mouth, he examined Anaxa's body. Despite releasing, the blonde still felt Anaxa's pulsing cock frotting him, full of vigor. However, he had another man requiring his attention.
After wiping the remaining seed across Anaxa's abs, Mydei planted a final kiss before shifting his full attention to Phainon, leaving Anaxa to reminisce on his newly formed memories. Phainon was a man the blonde respected, not only as a Chrysos Heir but as a human being. Their history ran longer than the lengthiest river. Outside their rivalry, the warrior would have supported the nameless hero's efforts if it meant battling the most treacherous enemies. However, without his claymore, clothing, and charisma, Phainon was defenseless, and the blonde's cock pulsed eagerly at the thought.
Mydei was more pent-up and did not know how long to keep his composure, especially with a man who had seen him in this state before. In past times, it was Mydei that felt the split of his insides as he felt the nameless hero's cock buried in him and his ass eaten. He still remembered the exact moments and pleasure. However, all the instants Phainon had him in his arms, the warrior refused to let this moment saunter free. Positioning behind Phainon, Mydei rested his biceps on the man's shoulders and placed his hands across those sculpted abs.
"I don't even have to ask if you enjoyed the show, deliverer," Mydei hummed, smelling the sweet musk and fragrance along Phainon's neck, "your dick has made it clear that the show was a number one hit."
"But I did not forget you," Mydei continued. "after all, you're my biggest fan, right? Now take everything I give you, Phainon ."
With a long stroke, Mydei slithered his coated tongue along the side of his neck until he reached the man's ear, reaching behind and within as he bit his earlobe. He felt Phainon's body react to the impulse. All that arousal and adrenaline that churned within the nameless hero's gut was unraveling fast, and the warrior wanted it all to explode. His cock was flush with Phainon's ass, nested between his cheeks as he thrust to spark more moans from the man under his touch.
Mydei could not help but groan as he felt the sudden rush of precum spill from him, making his cock and Phainon's ass more wet. He wanted him now, fully caving to the primal urges to conquer and breed man. A sharp and piercing sound of a moan mixed with pain resonated throughout the room once Mydei removed the tape from the nameless hero's mouth, free to express his constant pleasure. He could listen to the mewls more clearly, hinting for the blonde to make the next move. With the snap of a finger, Phainon's red bindings that held his legs like a vise dissipated; however, the binding that held his wrists high remained.
Once Mydei held his arms underneath each of Phainon's thighs, with a mighty lift, he instantly felt the man's damp back become flush with his abs. The warrior had to lean slightly to accommodate the additional weight since Phainon had more muscle than Anaxa. However, training with a brutal regiment for decades, Mydei deemed this effortless. As the nameless hero's feet dangled in the air, his legs spread, and his knees pushed into his abdomen, it left Phainon's cock and ass present to Anaxa.
"Look at him, Scholar," Mydei called out, his glare directed at the sage. "He's a sexy hero, isn't he? With all the trembling, I cannot tell if he's scared or excited for what's about to come."
"I cannot deny the appearance of Phainon is not... unpleasant," Anaxa huffed, his thighs slightly twisted to hold in the excess slick in his ass.
"Anaxagoras..." Phainon panted, diverting his glare. "... as a fellow nousporist and Chrysos Heir, this lewdness is not me at all."
"What a filthy lie," Mydei shot back. "All those times we were together, from evening to dawn, round after round, taking turns spilling our seed, and you are telling me not once you acted like a bitch in heat?"
Arching his cock towards Phainon's hole, Mydei rested his head on Phainon's left shoulder, the man's taut bicep flush on his cheek, "Fine. Let's see if all that whining and squirming was for show..."
With a sweeping thrust up, Mydei forced his cock past Phainon's pulsating tight hole until he bottomed out. Both men shattered the temporary quietness with their carnal screams, but Mydei finally felt like he was home where he always belonged, deep within the nameless hero's hot, moist, and vice-like guts. The blonde seethed as the chilling air slipped through the space created after Phainon arched his body, his chest in the air as Mydei's attention remained on the stretched muscles in the nameless hero's neck.
Mydei did not allow Phainon to adjust, thrusting in a harsh and swift motion, raw and rough. From the cacophonic cries to the wet, sloppy sounds of thighs slamming into ass, the warrior felt like he was on cloud nine. The lust's itch felt like an intense crawl Mydei had to endure and quell. Tilting his head, Mydei felt Phainon's velvety skin under his canine, ushering a new batch of sonorous mewls combined with breathless huffs. Mydei had Phainon under his control, and how the man instinctively slanted his neck to allow the blonde more access revealed an entirely different story from the words Phainon claimed.
Rapture was all Mydei could feel in his soul, veins, and cock. He shifted his stare toward Anaxa, discerning the scholar's change in body and emotion. From the biting of his lower lip and the dampness of hair over his forehead to the intense jerking of his stiff cock and quivering thighs, it was like the sage desired to be in the same position. All that foreplay and touching was the start, but Mydei's stamina was like no other. He could take, suck, and give dick for hours without a drop of water, letting the seed he receives replenish the fluids he would have lost.
"Fuck," Mydei breathed, slapping Phainon's right thigh, "such a tight hole, Phainon. It was made to take all of my cock! Listen to your slutty moans and tell me what you said was still a lie! Ah! Shit-!"
"Mydei!" Phainon mewled, turning his head back to view the warrior.
"Say it! Tell Anaxagoras how much being called a slut makes you clench tighter around my cock, wanting to milk all my seed!"
"Damn it! Ah! Ah! It does make me feel good! Harder, my Mydei! Ack-!"
Mydei slammed their lips together, pushing past Phainon's wet lips. While the blonde still had the taste of Anaxa from earlier, it did not halt the immediate flavor only Phainon possessed. He probed the nameless hero's mouth, claiming each space as his own and forcing their saliva to blend and swish as he felt their tongues swirl over one another in a carnal and frenetic display of possession. It was like all the times Mydei and Phainon showed their deeper emotions to one another; however, the warrior felt a sense of authority to show Anaxa that the nameless hero will always be his to rebuild and destroy.
The sensation in his sac quickly became heavier as Mydei was nearing his orgasm, growling in Phainon's mouth as his thrusts hastened even faster. He could feel Phainon's eager walls clamp onto his cock like a vise, needy for the seed to quell the ache and heat radiating from all over. After Mydei uncoupled their lips, earning a salacious gasp from Phainon, he traced the nameless hero's lips where they connected, savoring the taste and excessive saliva. The blonde knew Phainon was desperate for all of him, and the tension in his abdomen was unraveling as his thrust grew sloppier and frantic.
"Take my fucking seed," Mydei snarled, digging his nails into Phainon's thighs, "and don't spill a single drop! Take it!"
With a final drive into Phainon's guts, Mydei's roars and Phainon's choked moans were all anyone could hear. The pulsing of his balls, the searing sensation of his seed exploding from the tip, the erotic picture of his cum rushing into Phainon's deepest parts—the instant impact had the warrior under blinding white light, his mindscape splintering into remnants. Mydei felt his seed spill from his cock, virile and thick. He did not need confirmation from Anaxa to know that the sage was witnessing it all, from his throbbing balls to the underside of his cock pulsing with each rush of cum.
Glaring below, Mydei saw Phainon's length pulsing as it exploded with seed, slamming as far as his chest. The warrior had to grit his teeth as the intense pulses of the man's hole squeezed his sensitive cock, but he saw as the trails of cum slithered across the nameless hero's abs until it all collected on his abdomen. Mydei felt the lust's itch slow its intense crawl; however, he felt his balls still taut with days' worth of seed despite releasing a copious amount.
Mydei rocked his hips a little, wanting Phainon to feel his cock's girth before sliding out. The warrior felt the coldness encapsulate his dick, but the warm sensation of cum and slick dripping on his cock made it better. While lust was immediate as it was fleeting, Mydei still had another treasure to ruin entirely. Planting a remembering kiss on Phainon's neck, the warrior shifted the nameless hero until Phainon's feet touched the floor. The blonde could not help but huff a contented breath as he observed Phainon barely standing with quivering thighs, the binding over his head being the only stability.
"How does it feel to have my cum drip between your thighs?" Mydei growled, brushing a hand over Phainon's nipple. "Bet it feels nice to feel all that slick, all that heat."
"Mm..." Phainon exhaled, his breath shaky upon the touch, "... it felt blissful, Mydei. Damn, I'm feeling full and ack-!"
The resonant slaps of Mydei's hand connecting to Phainon's ass filled the space. Returning to Anaxa's side, noting the increased sweat and musky scent from the scholar, the warrior gripped the man's cheeks with one hand. It forced Anaxa's lips to pucker a little, teeth shown as the blonde felt the shifting and squirming. Already, Mydei could feel his cock hardening again as it rested against's Anaxa's, their tips touching. He peered behind to observe Phainon before returning his eyes to the sage, the carnal mist swirling in his honey-brown irises.
"You always had a smart mouth, Anaxagoras," Mydei mumbled, his eyes lowering halfway, his canines on display. "After all, that is what a blasphemer is, right? A person who cannot shut up and disrespects our titans and prophecies..."
"... What a wretched but fitting name." Mydei continued. "Not only you're a slut for pleasure but a contradiction. For someone obsessed with the Coreflame of Reason, your thinking is illogical."
"Do not insult my thinking!" Anaxa snapped, his breath hitching as Mydei's hold tightened. "It is..."
"All a lie? My ruthless battle versus my fallen titan for the crown of strife, Phainon's failed trial and still without a proper name, happened due to coincidence? Was the arrival of the Black Tide merely an accident?"
"You're a clever man," Mydei growled, pulling Anaxa's head back, "but have no sense of reality, blinded by compulsion."
Before Anaxa could make a case, all of the binds dissipated with the snap of a finger. Mydei heard the sharp hiss from the scholar's mouth as the collision with the floor echoed. One of the main reasons for punishment was a person's mouth, unaware of the consequences that could fall behind it. Since the establishment of the Kremnoan Dynasty, his ancestors have revered the principle of original strife for centuries. To listen to a sage, a fellow member of the same group, say that all was mere fiction had Mydei feel the fury within him rise to a boil.
Once the blonde leaned and grasped onto Anaxa's bruised wrists, he had the scholar's body towing behind him. With a force that only a Kremnoan could muster, Anaxa came quickly into the spotlight as his body lay between the warrior and Phainon. Mydei peeked at the nameless hero, perceiving the man's bent knees and dick still leaking precum, before reverting his stare to the sage. Mydei knew Anaxa's mouth was one of his most noteworthy assets, and if the scholar could use it to disrespect, the blonde believed it could act as a cock warmer.
"Deliverer," Mydei began, leaning to pull Anaxa's body on all fours, "tell me how beautiful Anaxagoras would look if his mouth were full of dick. Wouldn't he look like a handsome whore choking and making a mess?"
"He would." Phainon panted, swallowing hard. "Fuck. Mydei, please, can I have his mouth? This feeling has not left me even when you fucked me..."
"Disgusting," Anaxa growled, pushing himself onto his hands, his head lowered. "I am not some sex toy."
"Refusing to care for one of your students, Scholar?" Mydei smirked. "A sage tends to their pupil's frustrations and pent-up desire, and..."
"... a fellow Chrysos Heir always helps their comrades in need. Don't tell me you thought the foreplay was all you'd receive. You haven't even felt me, and lucky for you," Mydei chuckled as he leaned to hold Anaxa's hips, "you're about to take two dicks at once."
As Mydei pushed Anaxa closer until the man's face came close to Phainon's jerking cock, the blonde let his tongue fall free onto the silky skin. He immediately felt Anaxa tense under the sensation, but the warrior continued his assault. Mercy was not a notion Mydei used frequently. Despite their defeat at Kremnos Arena, the warrior allowed Phainon to witness a layered personality he had yet to show to the rest of the Chrysos Heirs. They each held mutual respect, and since Phainon remained his same charismatic self without change, Mydei viewed the nameless hero as someone honest.
As such, Mydei did not mind sharing his spoils this time. The blonde leaned even further until his abs veiled Anaxa's back. His forehead became planted on the man's nape. Each tingling sensation from the sweat and saliva across his abs had Mydei clenching his teeth, feeling the intense heat churn like molten iron in a superheated pot. Every sloppy kiss along Anaxa's skin ushered tides of mewls, feeling how his breath would hitch. Furthermore, the warrior could hear the soft slaps of Phainon's cock hitting the scholar's cheeks.
The second his hands cupped Anaxa's breasts, firm and raised, the sage's head rose as if jolts of electricity surged through him. His mewls quickly transformed into choked gasps, and Mydei felt the immediate flex of the scholar's neck taking Phainon's cock. The blonde chuckled to himself as he was aware of the nameless hero's impatience to feel any stimulation rush to his length. Phainon's lecherous cries were like sounds of strident, and that alone had Mydei act desperate to feel Anaxa's hole clench his dick like a ravenous slut.
Mydei felt his cock's tip trying to force its way past the ring, and despite the blonde fingering him prior, Anaxa remained tight. His snarls became louder the more he tried to push. With an arch, Mydei throttled his hips forward until the wet slam to Anaxa's ass rolled through the air. The power in that thrust pushed Anaxa forward and, in return, forced Phainon's dick further into the man's throat, and the nameless hero could not help but feel cry out. The warrior exhaled a raucous roar as he felt the blistering warmth engulf his aching cock.
"Fuck..." Mydei panted, shifting his hips to drill his dick inside further, "... your ass must've been waiting for someone to break it in!"
"Gods, his mouth feels so damn good, Mydei," Phainon mewled, thrusting his hips, feeling Anaxa's lip touching the base of his cock. "Shit-! His tongue is all around me! A-Anaxa! Anaxa!"
"Damn, even he clenched my cock more after hearing that. Do you love Phainon moaning your name?" Mydei taunted, lowering to mark another hickey.
All Anaxa could emit were perpetual screams, whimpers, and moans fitted for a bitch that responded to each touch with zeal. Mydei pulled back a little before slamming into the sage again, developing a tempo that swiftly became intense and robust. Like Phainon's, Mydei felt the immediate hold of Anaxa's walls, trying to coax all the seed the warrior still had in his throbbing balls. The forceful and sloppy slams of hips to ass became the dominating noise, its resonating sound blending with the discordant and choked voices laced with want and lust.
Mydei saw how Phainon's wrists were still in a bind, unable to touch and caress the man sucking his cock. With a quick snap, the nameless hero's wrist became free once the red rope dissipated. Phainon's body immediately fell forward but did not hesitate to grip Anaxa's hair. The blonde observed how the scholar's svelte frame arched in with each thrust he and Phainon delivered, already broken in and accustomed to the fullness.
Despite lust being a vice, it was more than capable of suppressing judgment. While the men could not discern it, there was always a shrine amid a sinful performance in the name of lust. Mydei could feel the lust's angels and demons control each of his actions. His body ached with burning passion, and as that pleasurable pain intensified, so did the need to fulfill lust's task to spread such indomitable craving. After this night, Mydei would forever have a piece of his soul bound to a yearning he could not escape.
The warrior lifted until he was away from Anaxa's back, observing how small the scholar was. The sight even placed Amphoreu's most captivating marvels to shame. Phainon had his tongue past his lips, saliva dripping onto Anaxa's forehead, and his eyelids closed to concentrate on his pleasure. Anaxa, fully submissive, had Amphoreus's most handsome men servicing him on both ends, a position that most would have fought for. The scholar could not defend his actions as his body was far too deep into the constant stimulus.
"Anaxa!" Phainon screamed, his thrusts transforming into something slower and sloppier. "I'm close! Don't spill any of it!"
Mydei handed a rough slap to Anaxa's ass, making sure the scholar obeys Phainon's order. He could sense the familiar twists return inside him as his seed stirred in his pulsing balls, feeling the tautness become more unbearable. Before long, Phainon was the first to explode. The blonde witnessed how the nameless hero rammed his cock for the final time before gritting his teeth. While he could not observe the scene on Anaxa's face, the warrior could picture the scholar's eyes and cheeks blowing wide.
The sage's body quivered under the force as Phainon shoved his head to take every inch of his length, to feel each rope of seed slide down his throat. Mydei did not suppress his hisses and growls as he sensed Anaxa's insides pulling him. It became much easier with the amount of slick and precum both men produced, and the blonde wanted his seed to fill each crevice and burn his name within the scholar's guts. His grip clamped tighter on Anaxa's hips, chasing his second orgasm with fervency. Mydei wanted to breed Anaxa until the scholar's mind could not toss away the feeling only the warrior could offer.
"What an eager bitch you are, Anaxa!" Mydei snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic but potent. "Your insides are wringing my cock for my cum! Ah, fuck! Here it comes, slut!"
With a final, mighty drive, Mydei drove his dick into Anaxa's deepest parts. Despite Anaxa's walls trying to tighten, all that stimulation went to the blonde's throbbing cock as he felt his balls clench and pulsate, spilling his seed like a jet into the scholar's needy insides. His head tilted back as he sensed the time around him slowing. Curses flew out of the warrior's mouth freely. Like a whip coated in fire, Mydei felt the fire in his abdomen erupt and rush upward to his skin. He listened to Anaxa's pleased cries clawing at his throat to flow freely despite still having Phainon's dick in his mouth.
Mydei leaned slightly to reposition his hands onto Anaxa's belly to feel the pooling heat. While the warmth slammed the blonde instantly, he could sense lust's leash loosen; however, all the tingling and shivering he felt was far from dimming. His glare drifted to Phainon, watching as the nameless hero pulled his cock out from the sage's mouth. With a wet squelch, Anaxa immediately heaved, seed and saliva trailing from his lips as droplets fell onto the floor. Phainon kept the sage's head gently tilted to allow him to breathe properly.
As much as Mydei wanted to feel Anaxa for longer, he could tell the scholar was utterly spent. As he started sliding his dick back, he felt the immediate onslaught of pleasure along the tip. Anaxa stuttered a breathless whimper, shifting his ass as the pressure of the warrior's cock lessen. With a sloppy pop, threads of cum and slick dribbled down Anaxa's glistening thighs. Even more, Mydei saw ropes of spunk littered on the floor, and after seeing how the scholar's length was red and leaking, he let out a satisfied grunt.
"Keep your legs spread," Mydei ordered, lowering himself onto his knees.
"You did well taking us both, Anaxagoras," Phainon mumbled, brushing the man's sweaty hair from his eyes.
Anaxa did not bother to respond, keeping his legs apart. Until he felt the heat radiating from the sage's cum-filled hole; the taste covered his buds the moment he started to lick the mess. Phainon told the scholar to keep his focus on him, peppering kisses alongside his lips and cheeks. As the blonde circled Anaxa's hole, he could tell it was not as tight, able to slip his tongue inside a little to lap it all.
After some time, Mydei removed himself and observed how clean Anaxa's ass was. There was still a bit of cum, but he did not want the scholar to leave empty if he could even stand without wobbling legs. Their session, while unusual, was one of the most heart-throbbing moments the blonde had experienced. With Phainon, Mydei expected the thrill, the anticipation. However, with Anaxa included, it was a want for dominance. Sauntering to Phainon's side, the warrior slipped his arms across the hero's shoulder again, observing the lewd mess of Anaxa, panting as his stare spoke tiredness but acceptance.
"My body is," Anaxa huffed, sitting up but grounded, "on fire. You both had fun, but I'd love to retreat to the Grove of Epiphany. Hng, my ass is so sore. Did you have to be that rough, you savage?"
"You deserved it, but don't pin it all on me. Phainon was just as frantic and wild with your mouth. Can you stand?"
"Does it look like I can stand after you ravaged my ass!?" Anaxa roared, wincing as a sharp pain slammed into him.
"He's not standing after that, Mydei," Phainon huffed, tilting his head to kiss the diamond-like tattoo on the man's face. "You wore him and me out."
Mydei smirked, offering a slap to Phainon's chest. "Couldn't wait, could you, Deliverer?"
"Clearly. You had me starving for attention and feeling. Also, what was with all the rope, hm? Is there an underlying kink you'd love to share with the rest of the class?"
"Shut the hell up, or I'll have all of Okhema witness a stripped man riding me and shouting my name. Your call."
All Anaxa could do was roll his eyes, trying to stand once more before stumbling again. Phainon's classical daring smirk was all Mydei needed to know. Their lips connected into a final, fierce heat. The sweet smell of sex lingered but was far from dissipating. Even his strength could not save him from lust's influence. As the sensual mist had already sauntered for its next luscious meal, it left a parting gift—a bond that became more complicated but a sexual closeness that neither man could overlook as a new day would arise as if nothing had happened.