Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

01:57 Garras: Nuzzles your spine and rakes claws across your abs.
02:02 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "The Bear of My Forest....." I intone as I run my Hunter's fingers through your fur and draw you closer to me with my strong embrace.
02:06 Garras: He lets out a slow rumbling growl as he faces the god now and slowly rubs his cheek against that powerful chest.. Ear finely attuned to the pulse pound of that sturdy carnal anvil, eyes shutting.
02:11 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And you are wrapped in the God's embrace as you both melt back onto a bed of leaves, the softest bed your ursine form has ever felt. Soon, my python legs are wrapping around you, squeezing tight as my hands roam your fur, over those shoulders, your back, your ears, your skull, that snout. All places adorned by the God's touch as I squeeze you with those legs.
02:22 Garras: Eyes half lidded, that leafen cloud seems to do more than cushion.. It leeches the aches and fatigue from his limbs, his back unwittingly arching into those massive thighs as he leans and twists, half as much resistance as meeting that embrace, those caresses, head turning.. Chest rising and falling.. The radiating heat and warmth trapped within the warm bristlea of his coat.. His core a musclebound pillar whose fibers grow taut as those thighs vice in against him. The bear groaning softltly.. That single dark brown eye seeking yours. His grizzled muzzle slack.. His calloused gnarlknuckled palm reaching out to simply hold your jaw.. Thumbing your cheek.. Body still but for the ebb and flow of life.
02:27 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And that ebb and flow of Life in your veins is precisely what makes my godcock throb up against you into that bristled coat. Such tender adoration from a mortal for a God, but I know of your way with Argoniya. You are skilled in ways so few mortals are. "Lover of Gods," I say as I let you thumb my cheek. "Let you be Loved by this God," I say softly as we sink into the leaves, sinking deeper into the cloud of healing renewal as your vision is obscured to my face, but you feel my form around you. Unbound fully by the curse of sight, I wrap you in My Godly Essence, touching you in return the way only a God can touch a mortal. Your cock doesn't ooze precum as my essence roams your body like a cloud. no, your cock oozes cum itself. A constant orgasm on your cock as all of the pain, fatigue, and ache of Life is drained away from you....along with that milk of Life.....
02:41 Garras: The bear says nothing as he's driven deeper into the leaves, time and space immaterial as senses bend beyond understanding. It is a kind of forgetting. An embrace of simple being.. This whispercrackle of leaves, a softness deeper than feather and warmer than the sun's rays.. Engulfed and drifting away. Within and without. Weightless. Senseless but for that ecstatic divine pleasure, eye rolling up in his skull as that presence slowly explores his veins. His nerves. Held entire and coaxed, compelled as his senses are awash with a fogging mist, thick in his lungs and bloodstream. Searing, immolated, and convulsed as his body thrums, instrument struck.. The harmonic chord of body and mind resonating as his ursine essence springs eternal from his enchanted balls, moaning as this little death swells and stretches, breathing ragged as his vascular cock engorges... Conjuring and expelling more yet more, again and again, weakened in divine bliss.
02:49 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "sssshhhhhhh....." I coo as I coax more from you even as I invade deeper into your being with my own. "I have done this to no other mortal, Bear of My Forest. You are special.... Know that you have my adoration.... You always have," I say as you feel my essence entering into you from behind, pushing into you thickly, warmly, with great lust adding more melodious notes to this divine chord already struck in your heavenly bodily instrument. I know you have never felt such pure pleasure, bliss and ecstasy pour into you before, and I keep you there for moments still, that sound of resonance between your body and my essence sounding as though a chorus and orchestra coming together to softly weave the most gentle and blissful songs of Life. "Do you want more?" I ask as you feel all of your fur on your body stroked all at once.
03:02 Garras: A suspension, a thin dazzlebright crystalline thread beyond comprehension. Those words sublimate and permeate as the bear's chest continues to heave as he can't help but start to chuckle, throaty and deep.. Finding his clawhold in the storm of sensation, that oaken earthen orb grounded once more to espy the kaleidoscopic rustletwirl of leaves that encompass him. "The beast hungers and will have its fill, tiny god.. Give me your all, your strength. Your sweat. Your will." His flesh rippling with a shuddering growl as he braces back against.. Steeling his eye.. And muscle rippling in anticipation.
03:09 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Teeth ravage you from all angles, even your innards feel my teeth. GNAWING fills you as the essence of the tiny God of Rut fills you with all. The bear asked for it, and the God gave. Encompassing him completely as the whirlwind of leaves reaches an earthquake pitch, the vibrations of that essence inside him sending the bear's body, mind, and soul in alignment with the fundament of the God spearing him. And into him flows all of It.
03:10 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Hunger. Hunter. Rutter. Father. Predator. Feaster. Lover. Adorer.
03:12 Dahvin_the_Defiant: any visage of delusion or confusion between he and the God evaporating, as your mortal flesh would be if I had not encompassed you in a bearhug that keeps your body and essence from shattering to the winds. I keep you there and pour myself into you, forming the most Sacred Union between God and Mortal that can ever be.
03:12 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Bonded. At least for a time.
03:12 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "What do you feel of me?" I ask as you continue to spurt cum in ever greater quantity, the blessings of my Well of Virility aligning and manifesting through your mortal body.
03:30 Garras: That grin. That damned grin. The challenge, the pride, that arrogant vitality eternal. The barb enough to prick even a god soon sweeping him up entire and he spasm, that painsplendor piercing and incisive, springing tears and shuddering moan as he's taken entire. Claws crooked and twitching.. Panting, every raking determination carving through his scars and streaking past to the flesh unleathered, sensitive and sharp. Names growled and whispered and felt and heard.. And clamping tight down around them all, feeling your claws grip his pec, eyes shut as the True God unleashes his Devoted Wrath, upon his Devotee.. Scything and Caressing, Shattering and Mending. And the bear accepts it all, moaning that holy name in the darkness of his shuttered lids. The bond pure as virtue of both strengthen the link, strength multiplicative and exponential. His body in fervent primal rictus as his cum flows and flows, gasping for breath. "In this moment brother, only you."
03:46 Dahvin_the_Defiant: We are as one. I feel the alignment reach it's apex, a feeling more sublime than any orgasm, even a constant one booned to you by a God of Rut. No, this alignment is otherworldly, even for the God. And as you say you feel only the Brother God in you, He does what He does....and plants a seed. No seed of mortal conception, but a Divine Seed. And there, you are enveloped more in that embrace, I hold you as a Tender of Life. And I help that seed germinate within you. That Divine Seed. "Awaken after this as your true self, my brother. You are needed, even if you know not the reason nor remember your own name. But your Mother Ursa bade me help you remember.... Her Voice will guide you home." I say as I stroke all of your fur and draw my own claws over those thick bear pecs, teasing your nipples as adoration wraps you ever tighter in a whole-body bearhug. "I love you, my brother. No matter what comes," I say as the seed continues to sprout....and I begin to fade away from you, leaving
03:47 Dahvin_the_Defiant: you in a cocoon of darkness. But it is not cold. No. It is a warm, embracing cocoon of darkness. A cocoon of darkness you know of from your time as a cub....
04:01 Garras: There are no words. Everything and nothing. Consciousness its void and its entirety. Simple as being. Listening. More ear than bear. Hearing a call and transcendant beyond even the messenger. Even when the messenger is a god and its like a welling heat in his chest as he's hugged and hugs back firmly until he is finally spent of another life. A shard spun flicker gleaming and shed of all things. A spark. A petal leaf drifting down at night. Spinning and adrift. And becoming.
04:10 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And while I cannot go on this journey with my Brother, I can watch him float through that dark, spinning and adrift as he were. The journey of life is always beautiful for me to behold. The coursing river that winds its way through stone to find it's path, where it's meant to be. Or the blowing wind adventuring the sky, day and night, going here and there and sometimes back again. Or the flame and it's welcoming glow, it's searing touch for those that do not heed it's strength. And yet still the fortitude of the earth itself, unmovable in all but the dire of situations, but shifting with tectonic rage when it is demanded. And yet so many other paths that were open as well for the Brother Bear as he became.

Published: 2021-11-27, viewed 66 times.