Bound Gods excerpt! (Patreon)

It has been a long time since we've visited the gods and Doxies. This is the full except (a little dirty ;) The newsletter will contain just the beginning of this excerpt.

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“How many Vyraghr.-sons have you seen?” Taurus said.

Malum shook his head. “Very few. Their population dwindled quickly. The purebloods died first, those left couldn’t seem to produce offspring. Or if they were either human enough to pass or too weak to survive long.”

“Why do you think the Tide only left behind the males?” It seemed odd one sex would have remained when it withdrew.

“I cannot answer that.”

It might be a question only the great Alton could answer with his modern magic. He seemed to know a lot about creating life, even though he wasn’t a goddess.

“It was a good idea to have the Doxies lay with Gimp,” Malum said.

“It was exceedingly generous of you to give him the pleasure of your Doxie, especially seeing how they’ve been sneaking off and discussing things they have no business worrying about.”

“They may be Doxies, but they are still men no matter how beautiful. We try and protect them, but they know, and they in turn want to protect us.”

All truths.

But Doxies stood little chance in battle even those few who’d trained with warriors to accompany them.

No matter the situation, the bloodshed, the horrors, they were always Doxie in the end and that gave them empathy. And empathy in battle was a weakness.

Malum stopped at the end of the tunnel and held out the object he carried. “Since we will most likely have to fight a battle of our own. Either here or above, I thought you may want this.”

Taurus took it.

The weight, the very feel, of the object inside the leather cover, told him exactly what it was, but he refused to believe until he unwrapped it from the hide.

The shadows left the black metal of the double-side ax blade flat, but in the sunlight, it had gleamed like high polished obsidian. Silver runes ran down the length of the handle to where strands of hide wove around the grip. Taurus had no idea what kind of animal hide had been used, but it had never cracked, frayed, or rotted even over the centuries he’d wielded it.

After a thousands of years lost, it was as clean and perfect as he remembered.

He ran a thumb down the length, back up to the blade. The metal unnaturally cold, was equally unnatural strength. No stone, metal, or monster had ever withstood it.

The spike at the tip was made of the same kind of ore, but silver and able to gleam in the moss lamps lining the hall.

Taurus met Malum’s gaze. “How did you find this.” He’d been sure it was lost or possibly destroyed.

“I have my ways.” Were the words Malum spoke, but the tone made it clear some things were better left unsaid. “I trust you still know how to fight with it?”

“I knew how to fight with it the first time I held it.” There might have been gods who didn’t believe in magic, but Taurus had wielded it in the form of a double-sided axe. And now he possessed it again.

“Good, because if the stories are half-true about enemies you destroyed when armies couldn’t, we have a chance of surviving, and maybe even saving the gods topside.”

Taurus couldn’t argue.

“There was a note from Lotus in my chamber when I got there,” Marud said.

"What did it say?”

“There is strife among the mortals. Yeetavik’s compound was destroyed. Horus has obtained a special Doxie. And he almost killed Marud.”

“How?”

“A toxin. I do not know the details, but a Doxie saved him.”

Taurus eased out a breath. “Do you think he will help us?” If he wouldn’t, then they were alreadyoutnumberedd a hundred to one.

“There are Doxies at risk, they will help us.”

“What about you?”

Malum had made it clear the only reason he’d stayed in Purgatory is that his brother had sworn to kill him.

“He will let me help.”

“Are you sure?”

“He values Doxies above all else. If they’re endangered, he’ll allow me to help.”

“Then what?”

“I’ll return to Purgatory if that’s what he wants.”

It was the odd lilt to Malum’s voice that made Taurus ask, “You think he may change his mind.”

“A Doxie saved him. His Doxie.” Malum curled up the corner of his mouth.

And if there was one person who could change a god it was a Doxie. Taurus hoped Malum was right. Returning to Purgatory might get him killed if the gods from the catacombs overran the main tunnels.

A god with honor like Malum would never put his Doxie at risk. He’d make Wren stay above even if it broke the boy’s heart.

They walked.

“We need to gather everyone,” Taurus said. “Update them and our plan.”

“There’s a chance we might have to act sooner than we wanted.”

Another truth.

“What about the Doxies?” Taurus said.

“What about them?”

“They will continue to concern themselves with god business if we don’t deter them with the threat of punishment. Even then we’ll still need to find out how much they know, and what they might know that we don’t.” Doxies had a way of gathering information because gods always underestimated them. And if they knew things Taurus and Malum didn’t, it could put them in danger.

Malum chuckled. “There was a king who held orgies where both men and women paid to attend.  And they attended by the hundreds.”

“Doxies?” It was the only reason Taurus knew people would be so desperate for.

“No. The main attraction was a Vyraghr slave. The king offered prizes to those who could take the beast’s cock. But the winner had to be able to carry the bag of gold out by their own free will. As far as I know, he never paid out.”

Taurus raised an eyebrow.

“Vyraghr are not only well endowed. They have an unusual shape.”

“There are more than a few gods down here who have inhuman cocks.” Some with bumps, ridges, weirdly shaped heads. More than a few that were curved or misshapen to the point a single thrust could cause a Doxie to come. “And I doubt that Vyraghr-son has anything more than you do.”

“Ah, but the Vyraghr aren’t just oddly shaped. They have a gland between their balls. When they fuck their dicks swell with knots until it’s excruciating to take them. When they come, they will become so engorged they can’t pull out. And as long as they stay inside, they continue to come. You can imagine the reluctance to stop. Especially when it’s a Doxie.”

“I’m surprised Gimp doesn’t walk around with his boy impaled on his cock.”

Malum shrugged.  “I’m sure he’s been tempted. But the Vyraghr has a second kind of release delivered by the gland. One that pales in comparison to what it’s like to fill a boy with seed.”

“I’m starting to feel jealous.” The idea of a more powerful sensation than leaving behind cum, seemed like bliss.

“From what I understand, more than a few people have killed Vyraghr and taken those glands to make potions and driven themselves mad because they couldn’t fuck enough.”

“And it won’t hurt the Doxie?”

“No. But they will be in agony with Gimp’s cock in their ass until he can’t hold back on that release. I’ve only seen the results in men and women carried out of those orgies delirious and wanton, begging, and pleading, for mercy and for more. For several hours, anyone who fucked them would reap the benefits. They’d stay hard and practically come with every thrust.” Malum’s grin was malicious. “And Vyraghr-sons are much larger than their sires. The gland is slightly less potent. But it will make the Doxie so tight a finger will feel like a fist. And being fucked by the average man will be impossible.”

Too bad for the Doxies, gods were not average men. With the generous supplies of ambrosia cream and lubricants now available, Taurus salivated with the thought of taking advantage of what Gimp could do.

The gleam in Malum’s eye suggested the same.

“While I’ll look forward to returning to my quarters tonight, that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Wren is greedy. He will want Gimp first, and when he sees what that god has, when he feels what it does to him. He’ll know we’re aware of what they’re doing. And when he begs me to take him after Gimp has filled him with cum, it will be with sensitizing cream.

But not until he tells me everything they know.”

“How long do you think before Gimp has had all of them?”

“Depends on if the stories about the Vyragr are true. If they are then we might have a very interesting night.”

If the current situation hadn’t been so important, Taurus would have forgone the meeting to watch the scene from beginning to end. But as long as he had the chance to see Aaron mewling while being pumped full, he could wait.

And if they missed it, then there was always tomorrow.