Towering Above Men, Save One ( Closed )

[TirithIre]

Aegle was known among the gods as a scholar... he was the keeper of the gates of the realms... from the high mountain of the gods, to the lower realms of man and beast... he maintained them, watched over them. He was not a fighter... nor a hunter. He did not believe that conflict could be resolved with the sword, and was true to that belief.

Long, slightly curled golden locks framed the gods face as he leaned over the table upon which five tomes were stored. The five main realms, he chartered much like a navigator did where those whom held the power of the gods came and went. Light blue eyes scanned the tome before him, before a slim yet strong finger smacked down upon the place for whence he had been searching for.

" Ahh Aeries... going to start another war?" He mused, though shrugged slim shoulders... it was hardly his concern, and a gruff grunt was all he received in correspondence. " Try not to kill too many... Hades is still trying to catch up."

He reached over, and picking up a golden inlaid seal he pressed it to the entry, the appropriate gate opening as Aegle leaned back, a foot hooking the leg of the chair in which he sat, before he nodded. " Off you go. Tell Aphrodite I said hello." He watched the tall muscular warlord pass, only when he was sure that he was not watching did Aegle admire the curves of muscle of the god of war.

He shook his head though, and returned to his work. Anyone traveling anywhere had to pass by and receive Aegle's seal of travel. Even the mightiest of gods were subject to that. He enjoyed his work though... keeping records... it allowed his youthful vigor to remain. The previous keeper had been a cranky, wrinkly old man... Aegle had only just 'taken over' about two decades ago,

He was new to the 'job', but so far; he did it well. He was tall and slim, beautiful in a way... though of coure compared to the goddesses, he did not hold a candle. Still... to those with the right 'sight', he was a rather innocent younger god, ripe to be tormented. What most did not know, was he enjoyed that... a stronger hand... power exuded around him...

By the time the god of war left... Aegle was almost painfully hard... his long, slim cock throbbing beneath his white and godly embroidered robe... but he pushed those thoughts aside as a new god approached. Picking up his phoenix tailed quill he looked up.

" Name?"

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[LordLuck]

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It was amongst a thick cloud of dark, smoky fumes that he had appeared, ready to bring up anyone to his doom. Sabazios was a god of hunt, in many matters an aspect of Ares, and one closely associated with the Lord of Battles. But Sabazios was also not the simple madness. Instead, he was a clever hunter, the one that stood patient and expected, but also one that acted on instinct, jumping upon a prey and claiming it as his own.

He had awaited for the opportunity for quite a long time, his warrior instinct telling him to pounce at his new prey and claim him right there - but instead, his calmer, calculative side whispered for him to wait, to claim this one properly instead of only forcefully.

"It seems that the young one finds itself quite... happy."

His voice thundered amused to catch the Doorkeeper in one moment of his intimate upheal, staring at the God of War with his powerful scent of arousal. Sabazios had detected it easily, for a god of the hunt was also a god of virility and sensual attraction. But instead of awnsering Aegle's question, the older, muscled deity simply smiled, it's help held upwards into his head, his travelling mantles the ones of a rougher woodsman than a scholar.

"Sabazios, in the Long Hunt."

The Hunter had been quite aroused himself, for it had been quite some time since he had been stalking and hunting this younger, juvenile deity, watching him, desiring him, staring at his hips and ass with more than a little interest, thinking of how delicious would be those lips, so experient in the art of speech, to be spread out around his manhood...

"Open the way, Aegle... I may have a gift for you."

 

[TirithIre]

Aegle looked to him curiously, though moved his hands, slim yet full of vigor, he moved through the pages, before he came to the 'S' section. " Sabazios..." He mused, ignoring the laughter of the elder god... if Aegle couldn't take laughter in his face... he was very ill suited for his task. " Ahh here you are, and where would the long hunt be taking you this day?"

The gatekeeper couldn't simply 'go off' where he pleased... he needed to replace himself. Granted it took but some magic to do... but Aegle was hardly stupid, and although young... he also knew it unwise to leave his post for very long. The mentioning of a gift perked his query though, and even as he looked to Sabazios, he smiled faintly.

" A gift? what gift would you bestow upon but a gatekeeper?" His lips parted to speak, giving a hint of the plush pink tongue within... and even as Aegle looked to the elder demon... truly he did desire the god of war... power, strength had not been afforded him... his gifts lay in a very accurate mind, as well as a youthful and strong form that would see this god well pleased for millenia to come.

 

[LordLuck]

"To my own realms, good Aegle."

Sabazios was getting even more interested in the younger god, his form and moves so... feminine, in it's many acceptions. His lush lips so well-formed, pink and so, so soft...

"I bring you a... blessing, young one. A blessing. I shall allow you, for your good work towards the order of the universe, to accompany in my Long Hunt for one day. One day. At the end of our... encounter, however, you must then decide. If you would remain beside me... or return to your duties."

Scratching his brown, coiled beard, Sabazios closed into Aegle, laying a strong, powerful hand over the young Doorkeeper's shoulder, his grip unyelding. His eyes glittered as the thracian god stared, in delight, watching closely at the young one's eyes.

"Trust me, young one... there's plenty we shall do in the Long Hunt."

 

[TirithIre]

" Ahh, returning home..." Aegle remarked, quietly he made the notes,, he watched the Thracian move forwards... a slim hand moving instinctively to push the elder gods hand away. After all touching another god without their permission was an insult.

Yet instead of pushing the hand away, Aegle listened for a time, though chuckled. " I have spent a millennium preparing to take upon the mantle of the doorkeeper. Nothing you could say would change my opinion." He remarked... assured of that indeed.

Yet the elder gods invitation struck Aegle curiously... he didn't know why... but he found his thumb tracing the vein of Sabazios's wrist... he shrugging though. " One day... give me a few moments." He had to make the correct seals.. to arrange for his leaving... but finally the slim god stood and stretched... he finally moving though and taking his seal, he pressed it to the page, the gate opening.

" Lead on... master of the hunt." He mused easily, he following the elder god, curiosity pulsing through the young gods being at this hunt... and just what it might entail!

 

[LordLuck]

As a Thracian, Sabazios was a foreign god, almost to barbaric and savage in his rude dealings with the true greeks. However, the wisest knew that the Thracian Horseman was actually clever in reckless dealing with the Olympians, for his discase with the proper manners between the deities made him knowledgeable of information usually unknown.

"Your curiosity might be your ending, young one.", Sabazios smiled, taking his other hand to touch over Aegle's chest, his fingers spreading to slid over the Doorkeeper's bust. Even over the fabric of his robes, Aegle could feel Sabazios callous, large hands rubbing against his chest. "Perhaps you shall enjoy the Long Hunt enough to share it longed with me..."

Sabazios the Horseman of Thrace was a bigger god than Aegle, his chest powerful and muscled, his broad-shoulders and arms strong and wide, his bear full and coiled around a wide, satisfied smile. Garbed so unlike Aegle's fine, scholarly white robes, Sabazios was garbed in one long, loose, rich but worn travelling mantle, red but with multicoloured patterns. In one long movement of his right arm, a long staff, toppled by a horse-head and with a sharp spear tip appeared from the dark smoke that followed him, and leading on, the Thracian dissapeared into the portal.

***

There were the both of them, suddenly, so far away from the DoorWays, where Sabazios was king and lord of all. The savage, unmapped and unknown rocky hills and wide plains of Thracia, a land of barbaric and savage beaulty.

Showing his lands to the younger god, Sabazios smiled with his eyes closed, the wind moving his beard and long hair even through his helm. Giving a long, savage cry of triumph, he smiled wildly towards Aegle.

 

[TirithIre]

Aegle smirked ever so slightly, and silently prayed that this would not lead to his own un-doing. He was a god of course... but a young one... he had been placed into the position of the doorkeeper to see how he fared... after all no matter the cosmology... there was always a 'stepping stool' to each level of god hood.

The young god gasped out as the physically larger elder god touched his chest... the robe parted ever so slightly baring pale skin that was flawless... unmarred by anything, not teeth nor blade. Aegle found himself slightly holding his breath as his smooth pale bust was touched, his chest even through the robe feeling soft, pure, innocent. " We shall see Thracian..." He mused kindly.

Even as they appeared through the portal, Aegle whispered some silent words to the seal, it dissapeared, leaving the seal to the magic for three days. Three days he would see what Sabazios had to 'offer'. He had to admit to being shocked by the roar... though beneath his robes, his member twitched, he almost finding himself short of breath at the display of power.

" What am I to share in this... I am not a mighty Thracian." He queried... he not seeing a point to his being there right then... but his blood did boil, and not with anger, but with desire!

 

[LordLuck]

"Hahah, you shall see it soon enough."

Closing into Aegle, Sabazios reeked of a wild wonderlust, a previously unknown feeling of both masculine virility and outright, primal desire. His loose robes, showing that the Thracian had more careless habits that the young one, and if staring enough, Aegle could see Sabazios' virile spear, even though if only by the side of his vision, a promise of both sensual delight and power.

"You shall apreciate this place once you get used to it. Hear the wild wind. Sense it's cold humour and energy.", he said, once again taking his hand to touch at Aegle's shoulder, guiding the scholar as he shown the land with his other hand, "There.", Sabazios pointed at an antiquated, old-style palace, it's simple, plain walls of rough stone. It's simple, unnadorned columns told Aegle of an ancient structure, of forgotten times. "Is my Palace, my Hall, my Home and Lodge."

Lowering his hand, sliding it through the side of Aegle's body, Sabazios finally petted the Doorkeeper's ass, in one motion of both friendship and appreciation. "Come. Let's run."

"Feel it through your veins! Allow it to run free!"And with that, a last, kind and weak slap to Aegle's butt, Sabazios screamed his savage bellow of both pleasure and challenge, and started to run downhill towards the Palace, motioning for Aegle to follow.

 

[TirithIre]

Aegle did not intend his comment as an affront. He meant it more as an honest query. He hadn't spent centuries becoming a sleek hard hunter... he was a soft, innocent god. Yet he still had a heart like any man... he did not wish to be useless.

Aegle dared not look upon the Thracian for too long, lest he become lost within a realm of fantasy that would see him caught 'off guard'. Despite his elder god's attraction... Aegle seemed to be trying to with hold his own desires... a fruitless, but admirable task.

He had to admit... he was not accustomed to being touched so much... or in such a way. His golden locks swayed with the breeze... and as Sabazios touched Aegle's ass, the Greek god bit his lip to hide the groan bidden beneath.

He jerked slightly as a horse would being reared as his firm full ass was smacked... though he found himself moving... his sandals kicked aside as the path wound... the powerful vision of the Thracian before him fueling another panting... pulsing... his desire... it engorged beneath his robes... pulsing with an un-ignorable desire. Yet the riveting run had him distracted as well... everything... this was so different from anything Aegle had known before... and Sabazios was right... the young pure Greek god DID in fact enjoy this!

 

[LordLuck]

And so both of the divines sprinted through the rocky hills of Thrace, the home of the hunt, land of the barbarians, where the cold northern wind blew with force and where the people of the Horsemen ruled. This was Sabazios' land, and that only made him stronger.

The Thracian was about to show the Scholar a savage, ancient world, forgotten and disregarded by the so-called civilised peoples of the south. Here, it was were once had the Amazons dwelt before beying cast off to the far, cold Hyperborea. Running, he could easily leave Aegle behind, although the greek was far younger and fit, he was not accustomed to the roughness of the ride and stalk, nor the terrain, where one should walk of stride. Still, Sabazios allowed himself not to go too far ahead, slowing his steps down so that the Doorkeeper could catch up.

Finally reaching the large Portal of his own palace, Sabazios stopped, turning smiling to Aegle, motioning for him to go inside. "This is my home. Today, we talk and eat and share time togheter, for tomorrow, we Hunt."

Unknown to Aegle, however, the Hunt was already happening. Sabazios' eyes glittered with the prospect of having the young god kneeling, on his fours... and not ashamed of anything, he allowed his own member to tickle and stiff, engoring under his loosened travelling mantle. Perhaps enough for the Scholar to notice?

 

[TirithIre]

Aegle was trying indeed NOT to notice the virility of the Thracian... but he found his eyes lingering there from time to time, his pulsing manhood hidden beneath the folds of his robes thankfully. He was a young god... easy to embarrass... and no embarrassment would gather the hunts man what he sought. Such was the fickle thing about the Greek gods... they weren't simple lustful creatures that were to be taken lightly... and Aegle did command power in his own way... one should not discount the doorkeeper.

Aegle passed the Thracian though and grinned as he nodded. " I look forward to tonight then." Even as he did though his slim hips moved fluidly, smoothly... he passing into the house. He was breathing hard, but felt exhilarated... if not aroused intensely. He made a silent mental note to himself... he would have to find a servant and relieve himself.

He did no consider that he was the one being hunted... he had not actually been with a man before... it had only been but a part of his fantasies. He had no idea just how swiftly... fantasy could turn into reality!

 

[LordLuck]

The Thracian could not help it but have his eyes attracted to Aegle's waving motions, his fluids movements so fluid and natural that Sabazios couldn't help but imagine how were the Doorkeeper's young, flawless and untarnished ass under the robes, letting his imagination flow wildly.

Entering behind the younger one, the Lord of the Hunt strode in through the antiquated mansion. Before them, a great, empty hall stood, it's walls murky and greenish from the mucus grown as if nobody took care from the building in a long time. Trees and plants grown almost wildly into the lodge, as if the place had been abandoned by any being, as if stood deep into the wild lands of Gaia.

"Come, my guest, come."

Sabazios had wild, deep eyes of the clearest shades of grey, almost like those of a blind man. However, he did lead Aegle around his lands, greeted by man garbing phrygian caps and well-worked, worn mantles of hunt and travel as the god himself. There were few inside. The afternoon was cloudy, and most of the servants of the Thracian were still outside, roaming the wilds, in search of worthy catches to offer Sabazios.

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Finally, they've reached room, a large perystilum, where wild plants grew and many, many wild animals roamed calmly, the sacred horses and boars of the Thracian. At the very far end of the room, under cover of the ancient ceiling, there was another Atrium, with an Impluvium pool just before a curtain that divided the room into the larger area and a more personal, intimate area. Taking the courtain away with his arm, Sabazios motioned for Aegle to enter.

"Go in. We have much to do... to get acquaintanced to each other."

 

[TirithIre]

To be honest, as they made their way inside he wasn't particularly caring or heeding the senses that he was being watched. Not because he was being rude, but simply for the fact that he wasn't paying very close attention to what was happening behind him, and was more focused on what had been un-veiled before him!

Aegle became more aware as time went on that this may not simply be a small vacation... and yet the young god was cautious to get his hopes up... after all the elder god could simply be a kind soul, and Aegle did not wish to slight him!

Aegle nodded though and entered the perystilium, his eyes taking it in with a hint of interest. " Thank you elder Sabazios... it is truly an honor to be here." Aegle walked forwards though and finding a stone bench, he sat down, his eyes looking innocently around the room.

" Do you invite visitors often?" He tried to ignore his pulsing desire... that was hardly proper... and wouldn't 'do' at all. He was so purely innocent that the Thracian god of the hunts eyes were upon him though in 'that manner'.

" It is especially warm here, isn't it..." Aegle felt hot, not used to the humidity, he was also simply making conversation, trying to distract from his own cravings.

 

[LordLuck]

Sabazios sat down himself into a fine reclining couch, it's colours so mesmerizing as to disguise it's presence between the other natural stuff around - from the many plants to the bushes that grown wildly - except that by a divine pattern unknown to any but the Lord of the Palace. This couch was a wide one, and as Sabazios ceremoniously took out his helmet and lowered it beside it, into a small, toppled column, he adjusted himself to look quite satisfied looking at Aegle's form, the stone bench not far.

"It is an honour and a pleasure to welcome such worthy guest, young Aegle of the Keys.", he smiled as he talked, his hungry eyes wandering all over the young one's form - and to his keen eye, he could see the droplets of sweat starting to appear at Aegle's back. "Indeed, others shared my dominion with me. Diana the Huntress is one of my most intimate acquaintances, and the one that visits me the most. However... it had been some time since another potentate shared my home with me."

Good, kind, virgin Diana. Sabazios could boast - only to himself - that he had once caught the Runner of the Elk. And in turn obtained a delicious servicing from the kneeling goddess, submitted, but not willing to part her virginity. He had obliged her wish. Suddenly, a small woman servant, garbed in many fine, silken dresses, appeared. She carried a plate where many, many fresh grapes laid, and, bowing her head, offered both the deities.

Taking upon some himself, Sabazios puckled and swallowed them entirely. As if Aegle did not respond for the moment, the servant lowered the plate between then at a three-legged table, and left at once.

"Warm? How could it be? Thrace is a land of cold, my friend. So unlike the Hot Greece and it's seas...", he could witness how... interested Aegle was. It was time. "Would you grace me with your presence, young one? Come... sit by my side...", Sabazios said, reclining over the couch, and showing the younger god to come and join him.

 

[TirithIre]

Aegle had not been in Thrace for a long time... and it was more the exertion of the run that had swelled his heart to beating, his skin to sheen with the hum of warmth that he felt. He barely even looked around as he seemed to simply enjoy his moments there.. the silence of it peaceful to himself.

Even as Aegle had looked about as the servant had come in though Aegle glanced up, and nodded in appreciation of the words, though as Sabazios said that, the younger god smiled ever so slightly. " You are the one whom invited me unto this place Sabazios, I would be but a fool but to decline to sit beside you."

His cock had not softened, his arousal pumped through him virilly, and even as he moved to sit, he reached out and took a grape, though unlike the elder god, Aegle was softer with the piece of fruit, his eyes swirling slightly as he sat and slid the grape past lush masculine lips, and with a thoughtful chew, he considered what was to be said.

" You have a fine home here. Forged in ages of the hunt." He mused, he paying a compliment of course, though his thighs parted slightly, his balls, smooth and hairless beneath his pure robes were aching, he breathing in the air, everything here so primal.

A part of him silently wished for the elder god to take him as he did Diana. " I heard the tale from Diana... she was quite... disheveled when she returned through the realms." He mused, he looking with a slight glance to the elder god... he refused to spend much more time... much too shy was he for his own good... and yet his pumping arousal refused to abate... it was almost frightening and yet... exhilarating at the same time!

 

[LordLuck]

The Thracian horseman found himself smiling amused to the young Aegle. So Diana had been more than a mere passing acquaintance to the Keeper of the Keys to admit to him that she had been on her knees before the mighty Sabazios. The Huntress was, in so many ways, a female aspect of the Thracian as he was hers - although with the same primal actions the malekind took over him.

"Should you wish to... taste from my 'cattle', young Aegle, you have the permission to fo it. I've seen how your eyes laid over the girl... eyes of a predator... just like mine." Sabazios took one of his hands to lay at Aegle's shoulder, caressing and pulling the younger god closer - the scent of arousal Aegle ehxudated more than enough to delate himself towards the Hunter. "I offer you another gift, Aegle. The very same I've offered Diana... and, as you already heard... she loved."

Sabazios reclined himself over the cushion, and slowly, teasefully he parted his long, worn travelling mantle, revealling his powerful, muscled legs and torso, and his own, long and virile member - stiffening with expectation as he laid back, allowing the younger god to fully witness his manhood, his hunting lance.

The Hunter was heavily furred, as it was only the rule to the Lord of Thrace. His heavy balls nested confortably, barely concealed by the lenght of his maleness. Sabazios turned to Aegle, without shame, beckoned him closer. "Do you want to touch it... good Aegle? I know already that you ache... as the prowling wolf... Come..."