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Outsider's Honor	By : HakaTsuru Category: +A through F > Dishonored Views: 3146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was something interesting about the Void. It hung suspended in what appeared to be eternal twilight, unwinking, unchanging stars lingering constantly overhead. On occasion, a whale would lumber through the skies, singing a gloriously sad song. It made Corvo’s heart clench painfully every time he heard it.
Corvo wondered what the whales were singing, but whenever he thought to ask, the Outsider wasn’t around.
And every once in a while, Corvo would come across something that simply didn’t quite fit.
The most current example was that of a grassy field, flowers and grass swaying in a non-existent wind, lit by the mid-morning sun. It was unusual, primarily in that there was no sun in the Void. But it looked like it was lit by the sun, so when Corvo wandered into it, he could pretend that the sun was just overhead, rather than the usual span of light-studded darkness. He did however have to make a point to not look up in order to maintain the illusion.
Even more unusual, was the Outsider standing in such a place. Leaning actually, over the rim of a stonework pool, staring rather intently into its depths.
"Come. Tell me what you see." The order was quiet, and the Outsider hadn’t looked up or moved in any way to indicate that he had seen Corvo, but somehow he knew he was there, and that was good enough for Corvo
He moved to the Outsider's side, curiously peering into the pool himself. It was the same boy from before, with pale blue eyes and white-blonde hair. The deity was watching the youth, dark eyes narrowed in cool interest.
"He burns for vengeance" the Outsider provided in a low voice, the timbre of it making faint ripples in the water. Frost was beginning to form around the edges of the pool, and when Corvo leaned in, he could feel a breath of icy wind emanating from plains farther North than he cared to go.
He nodded after a moment of observation. He could see it. Smell it. Taste it even on the icy tendrils of wind that threatened to sink claws into him and drag him through. He leaned even closer, frowning slightly. What had happened to drown this boy's heart in anger?
"What happened doesn't matter" The deity said, answering Corvo's unspoken question. "What matters, is that he is teetering on the precipice of fate." His lips twisted into an amused, sardonic smile.
"And you, my dear Corvo, know quite well how your choices will affect the world around you. In fact, you know better than anyone, aside from myself."
Corvo nodded again. He knew.
"I wonder...what would he choose if he knew the future?"
The musing, cryptic statement made Corvo look over questioningly, but the Outsider had vanished, and he'd left Corvo to worry over this boy and his hatred. A murder of crows lingered near the youth, cawing and jeering, waiting for him to drop something shiny or edible.
Corvo couldn't see this boy's future...or the futures that would never see fulfillment...but he felt a pull. The boy was barely into manhood, yet he'd been given the Outsider's gifts to use as he saw fit. The problem with power was that without a guiding voice, it could easily corrupt its wielder. And few people made worse choices than young men.
The Outsider didn't care about that...he was a passive observer, who wanted to be entertained...Corvo knew that he himself was nothing but sheer entertainment.
He saw the boy's fist clench, saw the fire of hatred light up his blue, blue eyes. The Outsider's mark grew warm and flared as the boy stood on an icy outcropping and extended his left hand. Corvo’s frown deepened. What was he doing?
The pool seemed to sense his desire, and the view zoomed out, as though he were a bird who'd just taken off into flight and was surveying the land below him. Huge chunks of ice floated in frigid ocean waters. Amidst them, a whaling boat bobbed in the waves. The target of his fury was on this boat, Corvo felt.
But what was he doing?
There! Just there in the water, huge dark shapes loomed near the surface, not quite breaching it, but close enough to make dark waves ripple and tear at the surface.
Whales!
Suddenly, Corvo knew what the boy was attempting, and the view in the pool rushed back over to him. The youth was deathly pale now, blood running freely from his nose. The vessels in his eyes had burst, staining whites a horrible reddish pink.
He was trying to control the whales with his possession ability...to get the herd to swamp the whaling boat and devour any survivors. Such anger. Such fury.
Such foolishness.
Annoyed with the youth’s reckless actions, and acting mostly on instinct, Corvo reached towards the surface of the pool, and tapped his index finger over the boy's head, the pad of his finger making a ripple in the surface of the water. Down in and beyond the pool, the boy collapsed immediately, unconscious, his breath coming thin and weak.
Unconsciousness seemed a gift in and of itself, and Corvo got the feeling that the doors to the boy's mind was open. He looked around quickly, wondering if this were...what the Outsider wanted, or if it was even permitted. He scowled then, shaking off the worry.
He was here to be entertaining, wasn't he?
For the first time in ages, Corvo slipped on his mask, and pulled up his hood. For the first time ever, he clenched his fist, imagined himself as a crow, then fell headfirst into the pool.
It was a strange sensation...he didn’t hit the water as some part of his brain had expected, but he felt like he was falling between worlds, and as he stretched out his arms, they sprouted great black feathers, then warped bizarrely until they were wings. A sound of astonishment came out in the form of a 'caw!' as he spiraled down through star-speckled blackness, and into the weak glow that was the boy's mind.
In a barren landscape of snow, the only feature was the burned-out husk of what had once been a house. Smoke steamed from the support-beams, some of them lit from within by the red glow of embers. In the center of the building, as bits of the structure fell down around him, sat the boy.
Knees were pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them. His face was buried in his knees, and low, broken sobs shook him. Corvo landed on a rafter, eyeing the boy speculatively. The paternal side of him that had loved Emily so wholly roused, urged him to go and hug the child, to tell him that the world hadn't ended...not yet...even if it seemed like it had.
The analytical side of him reminded him that this “child” had been given the Outsider's gifts. Once received, no man or woman could hope to fade into true obscurity...they were thrust into the midst of things beyond mortal ken, whether they willed it or no.
With a flutter of feathers, Corvo winged down to land before the boy, boots touching the ground, his form returning to him in the blink of an eye. Black feathers fluttered down around him, and the boy looked up, his nose and eyes still bloody from the powers he'd recklessly tried to manipulate.
Corvo saw the widening of eyes, and heard the swift intake of air. Fear. He'd seen it many times, on many faces, It never really changed.
"Am I dead?" the boy said shakily. Corvo shook his head slowly - no. The boy's face screwed up into an expression of rage and frustration and agony. He choked out a sob. "Did I kill him?" he asked thinly, desperately.
Corvo shook his head again.
The boy's fist clenched and slammed into the ground. He let out a scream that was mostly despair, and partially rage. Corvo let the boy scream, as unmoving and impartial an observer as the Outsider had ever been.
He waited until the boy had finished his tantrum and had fallen into exhausted panting. Only then did he kneel, reaching out to place one hand on the child's head.
"First, and most important - Do not attempt to control the Leviathans. They are His avatar, and their power will crush your tiny mind as easily as an insect underfoot." Corvo uttered lowly, his voice almost a hoarse whisper.
The boy gasped softly, nodding frantically. This time the fear in his eyes was for something that was not Corvo, and he was glad to be able to tell the difference.
"Second - Think not only of your target, but the people around him. Some can be used, some can be frightened away, and some can serve to send a message."
Corvo was happy to see that it appeared the boy was heeding his words, eyes wide and attentive. He felt a faint tug, and knew he was running out of time before the boy awoke.
"Finally - Remember that there are always many paths to the same goal. You could kill your target, or you could annihilate him and everyone in his vicinity. You could grant him forgiveness, or you could damn him to a life of regretting that he ever wronged you. Choose your vengeance wisely...as a bearer of His mark, your choices will affect the world over."
Corvo rose, preparing to take on the crow's form and fly back to the Void, when the boy scrambled to his feet, his outstretched hand falling just short of actually touching him.
"Wait! Who...who are you?"
Corvo eyed him silently, then pointed to the blade on the boy's hip. "That knife there...is it a weapon, or is it a tool?" The boy looked confused, one hand falling to the blade. "What do you mean?"
Corvo turned to look out over the desolate landscape, grimacing at the thought of so much damned snow. "Your blade can kill a man. It can cut a branch. It can sever rope and gut fish. You can use the pommel to crack a skull, or to crack a walnut. So...do you call it a weapon, or a tool?"
The boy's frown lightened as he thought it over. "It's...both. It's whatever I need it to be." Corvo nodded faintly. A support beam crackled overhead, and fell between them with a thunderous crash, sending embers and sparks flying in all directions. The boy shielded his eyes from the debris, and when he could see again, Corvo was gone, and a great black crow was winging up into the sky.
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Corvo gasped and fell backwards onto his ass as his spirit lurched back into the body that linked him to the Void. He ripped his mask off and coughed a few times, expelling flecks of black ichor onto his fist. He got to his feet with a groan, and saw that the pool was nothing more than a pool of water, tiles at the bottom depicting only stars and sky.
"Now that was interesting."
Corvo spun, flushing a bit under the Outsider's steady gaze. The deity was sitting on a wrought-iron garden bench, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other, and arms spread along the width of the backrest.
Nerves twanged, and he couldn't tell if the deity was pleased or amused or unhappy. It was kind of frightening, to not know which. To not even see that faint twist of lip that indicated amusement.
"Trying to usurp me, Corvo?"
Dread shuddered through him, making him shake his head violently. "No, my lord. I was only-!"
"Only...what? Pointing him in the right direction?"
The tone of voice was dangerous...not angry, but it was definitely made clear that Corvo was walking a knife-edge with his actions - on one side was the Outsider's displeasure, and on the other was his amusement. Corvo teetered, steadied himself, and blinked calmly at the deity.
"Of course not. That would ruin your fun. I was only letting him know that he had other options. Surely you don't object to me offering him something more than mere two-dimensional satisfaction in murder?"
The Outsider considered his words for a long, dispassionate moment. Then he smiled, his dark gaze intrigued. "Are those the things you considered during your time in the Hounds Pit?"
Corvo nodded, feeling his tension relax a fraction. "I considered these things with every target. Every time. To do otherwise would have been foolish and reckless."
The Outsider nodded idly as he considered Corvo's words. "And your parting words? What did you wish him to draw from that?"
Corvo grinned. "That even a blade can serve more than one purpose. One need only consider their options first."
The Outsider hummed thoughtfully, uncrossing his legs and beckoning Corvo. Of course he obliged, drawing near and feeling a faint tug behind his navel, as though the deity was only offering him the illusion of free will. He stood just before the man, and hesitated when he felt a downward tug.
Kneel? Oh no. That wasn't happening.
Corvo deliberately misinterpreted the subtle command and moved to straddle the Outsider's hips as he had the night prior, fingers curling into the folds of his jacket and tugging him close, until their lips barely brushed.
"I meant something else by those words too, my lord" he said quietly. The Outsider's eyebrows lifted in intrigued query. "And what was that, dear Corvo?"
"I also meant to imply that I am a blade in your hands. Your tool. Your weapon. I am at your command, my lord. Now that you have seen what I can offer your Chosen...won’t you use me?"
If there was one thing Corvo had learned in all his years of attending court whilst guarding Jessamine and Emily, it was that honesty and allure used in tandem were excellent tools in getting what one wanted. He had once scoffed at the players of such games, but now, in service to the Outsider, he could see the benefit to them.
Especially if it kept the deity pleased with him. Especially if it kept him interested.
The Outsider's intrigued smile turned wicked, the expression sending a shiver through him.
"I rather like that. Very well, dear Corvo...you may be my blade. But I think you need a bit of...honing first."
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Had Corvo known what the deity had meant by “honing” he might not have gone through the rest of his day so calmly. After they had spoken, the Outsider said that he had “other matters” to attend to, and had left Corvo to his own devices.
Since he was right there, Corvo took the opportunity to go back over to the scrying pool, intending to check on Emily. He’d hoped that he could watch over his daughter for a bit, to see how she was handling his death, but the pool remained stubbornly ordinary. After a few hours of trying everything he could think of to get the damned thing to work, Corvo gave it up as a lost cause, and returned to the rooms he’d woken up in, and decided to do some reading.
The books on the shelf provided to him were fascinating, and he spent what felt like several hours poring over delicately-inked words. Everything from natural history to religion to cooking were in evidence alongside more esoteric choices such as “The Templar’s Guide to Ethics” and “Tricks and Entrapments of the Dark-Eyes” the latter of which seemed more an ode to - rather than condemnation of - the presumed depravities of the Outsider by one incredibly imaginative (and descriptive) Overseer.
In retrospect, maybe he should have paid more attention when that last book practically fell off the shelf onto his head when he was trying to reach a sailor’s journal, and taken it as the warning it was.
One minute, he was thumbing through the battered journal, and then suddenly the breath was forced from his lungs, light disappeared, and reality distorted. When everything snapped back into place, he was laying on his back on a soft bed, staring up at the ceiling of a dim, graystone tower, a single window streaming moonlight in over his frame.
He glanced around and didn’t see the Outsider anywhere…that was odd. He hadn’t accidentally Blinked himself somewhere he’d never been before, had he? No, surely the dark-eyed deity had brought him here for a reason. He thought a moment, then sighed softly, a hint of a smile playing over his lips.
Of course. To be entertaining.
He tried to sit up, but was halted by unexpected restraints. Panic drove away the last of his amusement as he looked up at his wrists. They were bound over his head by tentacles of inky blackness, trapped securely in shadow made solid. He squirmed against his bonds, and found that his ankles too were held tightly, legs splayed wide and secured to either post at the foot of the bed.
With a quiet growl, he struggled a bit more earnestly, finding that his bonds held tight, leaving him no room for escape. Damn.
With a scowl, he forced himself to settle. Struggling would get him nowhere, and would only serve to exhaust him. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly. He clenched his left hand in an attempt to Blink away from the bed, but it only made the back of his hand itch and burn. Damn.
Very suddenly, a weight was pinning down his body, and his eyes flew open in shock. It seemed his deity had finally come to start the evening’s entertainment. The Outsider was sitting on his hips, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned over Corvo, a wicked gleam in that black gaze.
God…the Outsider was fully clothed, but never had Corvo felt more consumed in a man’s presence before, or so swiftly overwhelmed with sensation like this. He could almost taste the rich, tanned leather of the deity’s knee-high boots, and his eyes caught a flash of pale skin where his jacket and shirt were artfully undone at the collar. The Outsider’s ass was pressing down on his cock, which was slowly filling now that the deity was here and being so…damn…in control. Corvo licked his lips and could have sworn that he smelled the barest hint of an ocean breeze.
They gazed at each other for what seemed to Corvo an uncomfortably long time. He was about to open his mouth to make some kind of plea or to ask what was going on, when the Outsider placed a single finger over his lips, silencing the words before they escaped.
“Have you ever made a blade, Corvo?”
He shook his head no. He knew the process behind it, but such work was best left to more skilled hands than his.
The Outsider hummed a thoughtful sound, his finger still pressing lightly on Corvo’s lips. “Yet you wanted to become a blade in my hand, did you not?”
Corvo nodded, excitement and fear tumbling through his gut.
The deity smiled slowly, a terrifying, wicked, arousing sort of smile. “Then you will have to submit to the tempering I’m about to put you through.” He sprawled on top of Corvo, their groins, bellies and chests pressing together. Pale hands reached behind Corvo’s head to clench into his hair and tilt his head up slightly so that the Outsider had easy access to his mouth.
Corvo’s cock twitched, and he panted softly, gaze dark as the Outsider traced his tongue across Corvo’s bottom lip. “There will be things you won’t like. There will be things you never knew you wanted. And there will be things that I do solely for my own entertainment.” The deity murmured, taking the opportunity to bite down onto Corvo’s lower lip, drawing blood. Corvo grunted at the injury, scowling slightly as the dark-eyed man watched blood trickle down his chin with eerie fascination.
“To send your spirit into the human world requires incredible mental fortitude. It’s a wonder your mind didn’t crumble apart when you dove in so recklessly today. To combat that, I will put you through things that will strain your mind to the snapping point. I will send you spiraling into pleasures so extreme that you will never wish to come down from them. I will temper and hone your mind into a weapon that will not shatter at the first bit of resistance it meets. All I require, is your consent.”
A shudder rolled through Corvo, and he found himself nodding. The Outsider yanked Corvo’s head backwards, exposing his throat, nosing aside the collar of his jacket. “Say it” the deity commanded, biting down over Corvo’s throat, teeth digging in to flesh almost threateningly.
Corvo groaned, eyes falling shut. “I…I consent,” He breathed through a moan. He let out a pant as teeth loosened from around his throat, and a tongue trailed up and over his chin before thrusting between his lips as the Outsider’s mouth covered his own in a hard, brief kiss.
“Good”
The uttered word made Corvo whine faintly, blood rushing through his veins. He had no idea what he’d just agreed to, and that thought on its own was simply terrifying. Combined with nerves and how pleased the Outsider seemed, it transcended ‘terrifying’ and became something more. Something fuller and richer, that latched onto his spine and flooded nerves and capillaries with sheer euphoria.
Pushing himself up, the Outsider returned to sitting on Corvo’s hips, pale-skinned hands bracing against the muscles of his chest. A smirk twisted the Outsider’s lips, and he dug his fingertips in, raking them through Corvo’s clothing. The fabric parted like it was made of mist, and after a moment of consideration did, in fact, fall apart into nothingness.
Corvo cussed creatively, craning his neck to see that he was quite nude. The Outsider hadn’t moved from his place on Corvo’s hips, and the sudden feel of his bare cock being pressed up against the deity’s clothed ass was positively sinful. The Outsider looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“My…my lord…” Corvo groaned, hips twitching to rock against the cloth-covered firmness of the Outsider’s body. The Outsider chuckled; his body seemed to waver in time with the quiet reverberations, then he rippled apart, fading into a haze of black smoke. Corvo gasped as cool air hit his groin and thighs, uttered a curse, and scowled when the deity reappeared in a nearby chair.
He couldn’t remember if the chair had been there before, but it surely didn’t matter. The Outsider was sitting on it, rather than on Corvo, and the man had to curse the damn chair for being there anyways.
“Begging already, Corvo?”
He bared his teeth, head flopping back onto the mattress as he stared up at the ceiling stubbornly. “…no.”
Then a laugh, clear as bells shrouded in coal-smoke. “Oh? Let me give you a bit more incentive to do so then.”
Before Corvo could think, much less respond or protest or demand, the shadows binding his wrists and ankles began to writhe, delicate tendrils sprouting from them to tease along his skin like a lover might trail fingers over flesh.
Oh shit. Corvo’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold himself apart from the sensations. He knew where this was going, and while it led to bliss, it was a sincerely disconcerting way to get there; one which he wasn’t sure he was entirely fond of.
“By all means, fight how you feel” The Outsider purred, as inky blackness stroked and pet over his flesh. Two particularly bothersome tentacles were making their way up the inside of his spread legs, slithering cool and with an increasing slickness towards the apex of his thighs. Curses fell from Corvo’s lips when curious fingers of oily darkness probed at his balls, sliding over his sack and slithering around like happy snakes.
One of the things slicked up and over his member, coiling around it, and stroking him with an uncannily human grip. Corvo coughed out a plea, well on his way to begging, despite his best intentions. As if that weren’t enough, something began to lick and press at his entrance, the same way it had before!
This one…or rather the Outsider…was impatient though, and once the thing had pressed into his ass, it plumped up to the thickness of a sausage, urging a garbled “Oh fuck, yes!” from Corvo’s throat, his body defying his brain’s wishes and making him try to decide between whether or not this was glorious or wholly disturbing. He wanted to say both, but he had already begun to lean more in the direction of glorious.
The Outsider watched him, like a child watches an insect – with idle amusement and cruel curiosity – and as the thing inside him grew knobs and protrusions that pressed damnably (gloriously?) into his prostate all while the thickness stroked in and out of him, making his belly wind tight.
Precome drooled freely from Corvo’s length as the other tentacle stroked his length with that cool, oily touch. Corvo tilted his head down to watch the assault on his member with heated eyes, which widened in shock when another, very thin and supple tendril sprouted from the parent and started nudging around the head of his erection, like a newborn kitten seeking it’s mother’s teat. Breath caught in his throat when it found his slit, tapping around the inside the hole, before wriggling inside.
A shocked, almost horrified sound fell from Corvo’s lips, the words on his tongue to ask the deity to stop this madness…but then the tip of the thing thickened, and it felt like a small ball was being dragged up and down the inside of his organ. A low, husked groan emitted from Corvo’s chest, and his head fell back, cheeks dark red as he thrashed in his bindings. “Wh-what…are you…?” he panted, hips twitching, jerking arching in time with the movement of the unobtrusive-seeming tentacle lodged deeply inside him.
He gazed at his deity with lust-darkened eyes, sweat springing up on his skin, cooling the intense heat that seemed to swirl through him. The Outsider was still watching him, and Corvo felt lewd and exposed beneath that dark gaze. Prostate assaulted on two fronts, Corvo couldn’t stop the heat that rose in him, the helpless thrashing, the garbled profanity that sprang from his lips, or the way balls tightened and prepared to expel seed.
Corvo couldn’t help these things, but the Outsider could.
Just as he was about to come, the larger tentacle that still stroked his length clamped down tightly around the base of his cock, suppressing the attempted orgasm, just as Corvo thought he was on the verge of release. He snarled, spat curses and groans and pleas all in the same breath, soft whines coloring each exhale. The Outsider stood once the fit was over, moving to stand at Corvo’s head, stroking strong, pale fingers through sweat-damp hair.
“This is nothing. This is only the merest beginning of your honing, my blade” he purred, using a hand to reshape the head of the bed. Corvo found his head tilting back further, resting deep into a divot, his mouth hanging open as he panted. Eyes hazy with need could only watch as the Deity unbuttoned his trousers, and let free a long, thick, pale organ, stiff with whatever fluid the Outsider had to emulate blood. The tip of it was pressed to his lips, and Corvo sucked it in obediently, groaning deeply as the Outsider thrust into his mouth, the head of that organ aiming ever further to sheathe itself in Corvo’s throat.
His balls ached, muscles were taut with tension, and Corvo could think of nowhere else he would rather be. The thing inside his anus grew thicker yet again, eliciting a muffled cry from Corvo’s filled mouth, the tentacle inside his organ pressed further and further down, until it pressed hard on a spot that made sparks explode behind Corvo’s eyelids. His body clenched tight and tried to come again, hips jacking wildly, and a soft keen emitting from his throat when he was denied release yet again.
The Outsider started thrusting his member in and out of Corvo’s mouth, soft wet sounds filling the air. Corvo knew he should have been gagging…he should have been feeling the burn of oxygen deprivation, and the strain against his trachea, but all he felt was the erotic thrusting of a long, fat-headed member using his throat for his deity’s pleasure. A strong, pale hand clamped over his throat, the Outsider feeling his own length moving in and out of the fleshy confines of Corvo’s throat.
“You can’t die here…not while I watch over you. You can’t suffocate, or starve, or drown. The Void is my realm, and everything that happens within it is under my jurisdiction.” The Outsider’s voice was low, husky, as though he were just as affected.
Corvo’s head swum with lust, overwhelmed at being so thoroughly used and filled and taken in ways he didn’t even dare dream of in his human life. The Outsider’s words however were an anchor, keeping him from drifting too far out into this ocean of pleasure and possession that threatened to sweep him out into uncharted waters.
Corvo wondered faintly if the Outsider could feel what his shadow tentacles felt. Would the deity expose himself to such sensation? Was he suffering from pleasure the same as Corvo?
“When you travel beyond the Void, you travel without my protection. I cannot keep your soul safe in the mortal realms…do not venture out again without me at your side.” The words were chastising, faintly annoyed, and Corvo finally realized how the Outsider must have worried for him when his mind dove into the pool without a second thought. He mused, in a far separated corner of his mind why the deity would bring him to the scrying pool without issuing that warning first. But who was he to question what a god did?
His mind snapped back to the moment at hand. His body was tense and sweating, rolling into each punching thrust that assaulted his innards, gulping and humming and suckling at the stiffness that invaded his throat.
:Please…please, my Lord!: He pleaded in his mind, desperate for the release that only his God could bring him.
Though he couldn’t see it, a smile crooked the Outsider’s lips, and the tentacles evaporated suddenly into smoke, Corvo’s ass clamping down on the sudden nothingness, and a sound of protest shoving out of his throat, even as the Deity’s length removed itself from his mouth.
“Damn your eyes, don’t stop!” Corvo bellowed, length twitching a protest at the cessation of pleasure. In a blink, the Outsider was between his spread legs, nude, and pressing his length into Corvo’s slick, loosened hole. He smiled a secretive, wicked smile as he shoved home, balls meeting Corvo’s ass with a fleshy smack!
“All you need do is look to me for succor, and I will give it.” The Deity purred. Corvo groaned a soft complaint, then wrapped legs and arms around the man atop him. “You’re a demon” he uttered quietly, pressing soft, worshipful kisses to the Outsider’s jaw. The dark-eyed deity only chuckled softly as he rolled into Corvo’s body, one hand going to cover his length, stroking the slick organ with blessed straightforwardness.
“Only for you, my dear Corvo. Only for you.”
Soon after those words were uttered, Corvo’s belly coiled, the Outsider’s hand stroked him with clever fingers and perfect friction, Corvo’s balls pulled tight against his body, and in a blink he was coming harder than he could ever remember doing so, his groin aching with the ferocity of his orgasm, copious streams of seed spilling over the Outsider’s fist to streak Corvo’s belly and chest.
The Deity thrust into him a few more times, tensing over Corvo before a guttural snarl erupted from his throat and he too was spilling himself into Corvo’s body, flooding him with seed, breath panting, and black eyes clenched shut against the assault of sensation. They lay there, panting together, skin shivering and come cooling on Corvo’s skin. He smiled somewhat stupidly, feeling a thick, warm lassitude spreading through his limbs.
“If I recall correctly” Corvo said a few minutes later, once the Deity had withdrawn from his body and they lay together, basking in the soft moonlight that streamed through the window. “…for a blade to be true and strong, it needs to be hammered, tempered and quenched multiple times…”
A smile quirked the Outsider’s lips, and he rolled to pull Corvo against him, eyes closed as he held his prize in his arms. “Mmh. I believe you’re correct, Corvo. Once I think you won’t shatter, it’s back to the forge with you.”
Corvo was actually rather looking forward to becoming a Blade of the Outsider.
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