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Bound Gods 11 excerpt (3,500 words)
🕑 Added 2023-01-03 17:26:12 +0000 UTCThis a total first draft *** marks spots for names and of course no read through has been done so it's super rough.
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Aaron slid out from under Kaleb’s arms and past Taurus who slept on his back hands folded across his stomach.
Cum clumped the fur around the base of his cock, a sample of what Taurus had left inside Aaron’s body.
Fluid that made his ass cheeks sticky and left a drying trail between his thighs. Aaron would have bathed but he couldn’t risk waking the bull god.
At least Aaron didn’t have to worry as much about Kaleb. He’d slept hard since the gods had used him at the makeshift gathering. And after last night, after Taurus sucked Kaleb’s cock until he could barely move, he didn’t even stir even when Taurus bent Aaron over the edge of the bed and fucked him into oblivion, using him for release rather than the Doxie he’d milked for nectar.
A strange decision but Taurus was a god and Aaron wasn’t about to question him.
But if Aaron had to guess it was because the bull god pitied Kaleb for the loss of his god. Eventually, that pity would wane. Aaron was sure it had been a battle for Taurus the night before. The hunger in his expression had conveyed his want for Kaleb’s body, and the violence he’d used. Aaron had screamed of frustration for denying himself.
Aaron hoped Taurus did that more often. And next time, he would encourage the bull god to use the sensitizing cream.
But this wasn’t the time to think about the pleasures of the body and the generosity of gods. It was time to make sure the gods had planned and possibly keep them from getting themselves killed.
While Wolf might speak with less care around Taurus, the man wasn’t stupid enough to reveal more than he wanted the bull god to know, which meant there was plenty of information to gather to help their gods.
Aaron finished wrapping the scarf around his waist and stepped into the hall. The moss-filled orbs hadn’t been shaken in several hours, so the light had faded to a deep, green twilight. It made perfect shadows to use for cover, but a few too many gods could see in the dark.
While they might not bother Aaron because they knew Taurus was his god, if they thought Aaron had left without permission, they wouldn’t stop at hauling him back for the chance of being rewarded with ambrosia.
Aaron kept close to the wall using the nooks and crannies to hide behind until he reached the first fissure. Inside, lichens held back the deepest of the darkness. But soon even those wouldn’t be there to give him light.
He broke off a large fragment and used the glow to navigate the narrow passage. A soft green light hovered off to Aaron’s right, bobbing in time with a walking pace. Wren emerged from the well of black dusted with the green glow of a smaller version of the orbs from the halls.
“I was worried you might not be able to make it.” Wren kissed Aaron on the cheek.
I made sure Taurus had his fill. Aaron grinned.
So did Wren. “Where’s Kaleb?”
He’s too big to fit in the tunnels, plus...
“The fewer who know, the better?”
It wasn’t the exact thought in Aaron’s mind, but close enough. He nodded.
Wren led Aaron down a secondary passageway that angled upward. The higher they went, the lower the ceiling. While most gods might have been too large to use it, there were enough glowing globes of light to prove some did.
“This will take us close to the ventilation shafts that go over Wolf’s quarters.”
Aaron hadn’t been very coherent the one time he’d seen the place but the large shelves, rotting books, and wide space suggested it had been important. A meeting room? A place for gatherings? Or maybe even a library.
Taurus might not have been able to read but some gods could, coveting books almost as much as food.
“We are. This will get us to the ones we need quicker and we’re less likely to be seen.”
Not being seen was good.
“We have to be quiet when we get to the vents because the sound will carry.”
More than once, the cries of a Doxie in the throws of pleasure had traveled through the narrow crawlspace found at the top of various halls.
Deeper into Purgatory it was often the crash of waves.
In Malum’s chambers, there was only the silence of stone.
Wren stopped beside a vent located knee high from the floor. The opening was wide enough for the largest god. It was barely tall enough for the smallest Doxie.
Are you sure we’ll fit? I don’t want to get stuck.
Aaron and Wren could die if the gods couldn’t get them out. And if they could, their punishment might make them wish they hadn’t.
Wren knelt. “It gets bigger farther inside.”
You’ve been through this tunnel before?
“No, but there have been gods who’ve tried to use these shafts to find a way out. These in particular because they’re the biggest ones.”
Aaron frowned. There are doors to the top. And outside those metal barriers there is the ocean, rocks, and cold.
“For a while there were gods who believed the tunnels could take them beyond the water to land. ”
Aaron gave him a look.
“I know. I know. It’s crazy. But some of the gods who get sent down here can’t be convinced there isn’t a way out.” Wren shrugged. “And when you’re capable of breaking your bones, or dislocating your joints so you can climb through spaces barely big enough for us, you can try things others can’t.”
There was one god Aaron knew who had shown abnormal levels of dexterity when using him. His ability to contort his body had let him fuck Aaron. Sometimes with one god, but usually with two. Stretching Aaron’s ass until he was sure he’d split.
Wren flicked Aaron’s ear and he gasped.
“Now is not the time to be thinking about getting dick.” Wren glanced down where Aaron’s cock tented the front of his wrap.
It wasn’t like he could help it. Thinking of the gods always made him hard and Wren should know that.
Aaron crossed his arms.
Wren rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t care but…” He nodded at the opening. “You’re going to regret it when we’re having to crawl on our bellies through that tunnel.
He was right. Aaron might have loved pain but even a sandpapered cock would be unpleasant.
Has *** tried to escape?
“Is that who you were thinking about?”
Aaron smiled a little.
Wren huffed. “No wonder you got hard.”
Well?
“Yeah. With his twin brother.”
Aaron didn’t know the god had a brother. The thought must have shown on his face.
“*** turned around and came back. His brother refused. We never saw him again. But they got the farthest of anyone else before them and *** told everyone what they saw. After that no one’s tried again”
That made Aaron’s dick deflate.
Wren sighed. “*** hoped his brother would give up and come back too, but after a coup.le days *** he told everyone,e *** was dead.”
How did he know?
“*** said he felt him die.” Wren’s voice wavered. “That must have been horrible. To feel something like that?”
Aaron couldn’t imagine. He didn’t want to imagine. How far did
Wren cleared his throat. “Okay...the tunnel.” He knelt again. “This fissure leads to one of eight main that make straight lines feed all the other vents.”
If you’ve never been through there how are we going to know where to go?
Wren moved aside some of the moss growing on the wall and pointed to the lightning strike of black, turning the edge into the opening. “A long time ago there was a huge deposit mined out by some of the prisoners to open up the room where Wolf is now. The goddesses allowed the rock be sold to the outside so we could buy extra supplies. The other veins in Purgatory that are too small to mine, lead to it.”
You sure all of them lead to it?
“I’ve seen the streaks in the corridor to his room and the hall leading there. And like I said, *** made it pretty far. He talked about the black rock and how shiny it was, and how much there was. The other gods probably would have dug a way to it if they’d had the tools, but they’d long ago rotted and there wasn't, how to reach it. At least, not through the amount of rock between here and there.”
Well that hopefully solved one problem but there was still one more.
If there are that many veins to follow, how are we going to keep from getting lost?
Wren picked up a piece of rock and scraped it against the wall leaving a streak of yellow. “We’ll mark our path. But if for some reason that doesn’t work or we get separated, all the vents lead back into each other. All we have to do is follow the wall on your right and we’ll eventually find an exit.”
And where will that be?
There were so many tunnels and passageways there was no telling where they’d end up.
“That I can’t be too sure of. But if the opening gets close to topside you’ll hear the waves and know to not turn that way and just keep going till you find another exit.” Wren pressed his lips together. “But let’s just try and not get lost to begin with or separated.”
Aaron was all for that.
Wren handed him a piece of rock and tucked it into a fold of his wrap.
“You ready?”
Ready as Aaron would ever be.
Wren lay down and belly crawled into the opening. Aaron followed. Moss illuminated the inside of the passage pushing back just enough shadows to reveal the small arrows Wren drew on the wall every few yards.
After several minutes the tunnel opened up and they were able to crawl on hands and knees.
Wren stopped and lifted his hands up into the light. There he drew words with his hands.
Are you doing okay?
Aaron nodded.
Tap my foot if you need to stop.
I won’t. But if I do…
A gust of wind carried the scent of salt and ambrosia. Voices echoed, disjointed and mixed with the laughter of a Doxie.
The blended sound grew louder as they passed several smaller vents but the echo made it impossible to know for sure which one it came from.
Wren continued and the tunnel widened enough for them to move side by side before intersecting with a sloping passage tall enough for them to stand.
They followed the gentle incline. Again the passage shrank until Aaron was on his stomach again, elbows and knees scraping against the stone.
“...I don’t care…” Wolf’s voice was so clear fear shot down Aaron’s spine hard enough to make him gasp.
He touched Wren’s foot. He stopped. There was barely enough room for him to turn his head and look back.
Aaron pointed to the inch crack in the wall then tugged his earlobe before signing Wolf’s name.
Wren waved a hand forward.
“...we’re going to…”
Wren nudged Aaron with his foot and reluctantly he followed. A moment later the tight confines widened again and they were back into one of the larger tunnels where they could get to their knees side by side.
Wren sat back on his heels.
I heard Wolf, Aaron signed.
Wren nodded and pointed to where a clear spot cut a black hole in the moss then signed,
Yeah, his chambers should be under that tunnel.
Aaron crawled to the opening which was as short as the fissures but no where near as wide. I’m not sure we can fit.
Wren tapped his chest. I won’t but you will.
Aaron frowned.
You’re shoulders aren’t as wide as mine.
No, Aaron was delicate for a Doxie. But old family lines seemed to retain a smaller build and there were few older than Aaron’s.
But looking at the gap, he wasn’t sure even with narrower shoulders and slight frame he’d be able to squeeze inside. And what if he did and couldn’t get out?
Aaron was sure Wren wouldn’t resent him if he backed down, but Aaron would never be able to live with the guilt of something happening to Taurus because he didn’t have the guts to at least try and figure out what Wolf might be up to.
Aaron took off his wrap and handed it to Wren. If I’m not back within an hour you need to go back to Malum and Taurus.
Wren started to open his mouth then stopped. I’m not going to leave you.
If I’m not back in an hour I’m stuck in there.
You don’t know that. You they could be saying something important and--
Aaron caught Wren’s hands and pushed them down. One hour.
Wren chewed his bottom lip.
One hour. Aaron carved the words with harsh jerks of his hands.
Wren nodded, his expression broken.
Aaron kissed Wren on the cheek and as he started to turn away Wren pulled him back and claimed his mouth, sealing their lips and conveying every bit of fear, hope, and love.
The only kind of love a Doxie was capable of.
Aaron left Wren breathing hard and tears in his eyes.
But crying wasn’t something Aaron had time for. It sure as hell wouldn’t help his nerves.
The fissure wasn’t quite as low to the ground as the vent so Aaron only had to kneel. He stuck his head into the gap, then twisted his body forcing his shoulders through.
Rock dug into his arms, and pressed against his chest. Just beyond the opening, the crack widened and he was able to get his arms extending. Using pits in the rocky surface he pulled himself forward over the moss slick stone.
The dark of the tunnel faded to gray and fragments of words became intelligible sentences and enough light escaped from the opening up ahead to paint a lightning strike on the ceiling of the crevice.
“The message was delivered.” Aaron didn’t recognize the god’s voice.
“Did you tell Horus to enclose twice the count on Ambrosia blooms in our next delivery?” Wolf however, Aaron knew all too well.
“Of course.”
“And?”
“He said it will be at least another week before…”
“A week?” Wolf balled up his fists. “We need those flowers now,. There aren’t enough flowers to last us a week.”
The third man was too deep in the shadows for Aaron to identify. “You could always take Aaron back, then there would be more than enough ambrosia.”
Aaron sucked in a breath.
*** tilted his head. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Wolf said.
“I don’t know for sure. Sounded like someone breathing.” *** scanned the room.
“Considering there are three of us in here…”
“No, I mean…” *** shook his head. “Never mind.”
“If Horus can’t deliver, we need another source of ambrosia.” A tall gaunt god with skin so pale it was almost transparent, stepped from the shadows.
Aaron had no idea who he was. But there were a lot of gods in Purgatory, he could have easily missed him.
“You could take back that Doxie you gave to Taurus.” the god said.
“We may have a substantial number loyal to Wolf,” *** said. “We’ll never stand a chance as long as they remain loyal to the cow-man and Malum.”
“We’d also risk giving that beast a reason to break his oath.” Wolf appeared and disappeared from behind the edges of the crack Aaron stopped over. “*** is right. We can’t risk taking a Doxie.”
Some tension left Aaron’s frame. At least the Doxies wouldn’t have to worry about being stolen.
For now.
“Then unless you can use some of that charisma of yours to convince one to come to Purgatory of his own free will, the others will become desperate for ambrosia.”
And desperation leads even the most gentle gods into madness.
“What about Yeetavik?” *** said. “We could contact him. Call in on the favors he owes you.”
“Maybe if Yeetavik hadn’t tried to betray Horus,” *** said.
“What?” Wolf stopped pacing.
“There are rumors among Yeetavik’s Oiums that he tried to betray Horus and Horus…” *** shrugged. “Let’s just say it didn’t go well.”
“Yeetavik isn’t that stupid.”
Off to the right, a scaled shoulder with bulging muscle. Aaron didn’t need to see ***’s face. The unique pattern of stripes had allowed him to stand out in the crowded library where Taurus had taken Aaron to serve any god willing to pledge allegiance to him.
And here *** spoke to Wolf.
“Even if he acquired a way to make him the most powerful god on the planet even without control of the Isati.”
Wolf stopped mid step. “What are you talking about?”
“They said Yeetavik captured a Titan.”
“Titans only exist in stories.” Wolf said it with desperation rather than stating it as fact mid-step
“Horus believed it enough to turn Yeetavik’s compound to dust and slaughter most of his loyalists.” *** sad.
The man in the shadows spoke. “Might explain why he was stupid enough to try and usurp Horus.”
Wolf ran a hand through his hair. “And Horus took the Titan from Yeetavik.”
Aaron couldn’t be sure if it was a question.
Movement. A sigh. The man with pale skin lifted his chin. “The goddess doesn’t think so. And she gains nothing by lying to us.”
A goddess was spying for Wolf? Why? Why would any goddess spy for a god? Let alone one who’d been sentenced to eternity in Purgatory.
“And what did she say?” Disdain dripped from Wolf’s question.
“That Horus took a helicopter to *** and came back missing a lot of men. He hasn’t even spoken about it and his mood hasn’t been exactly welcoming either.”
Wolf laughed a little. “Then it got away.”
“My guess would be yes.”
Wolf returned to pacing. “Who have we got left on the outside?”
“Not many. Most have gone into hiding since the Stone God made his appearance.”
“Fuck.” Wolf ran his hand through his hair making his bangs stand on end. “Malum was bad enough. The last thing we need is Marud added to the mix.”
“There’s still the politician,” *** said.
“And he’s a mortal.” The man in the shadows shifted his weight putting him close enough to the light to illuminate his citrine eyes.
“A mortal with a lot of influence,” *** said. “If we convince him to push people to rise up against Alton then...”
“You’d have nothing but dead bodies lining the street.” The god’s citrine eyes flashed to crimson.
“No, ***’s right,” Wolf said. “If we play our cards right we can use *** to provide us with a distraction.”
“You mean a war.” *** didn’t sound pleased with the idea.
“If that's what it takes.” Wolf, however…
“That’s a very foolish venture.”
“Just a moment ago you didn’t think mortals were capable of getting the upper hand over a god.”
“A mortal. One. When you add thousands, if not hundreds of thousands…” The god with citrine eyes growled under his breath. “Once there are that many. Once you set them loose. You won’t be able to control them.”
“All I need to do is point them in the right direction then set them loose. Much like Isati, they will burn it all to the ground.”
“What about Horus’s plans?” *** said. “You get in the way and he might decide to flood this place with Isati and kill us all.”
“Then I guess we better make sure he doesn’t find out until we’re ready to move.”
“And in order to do anything we need ambrosia,” *** said.
Wolf tensed. “Where is the Spinx right now?”
“Pretty sure Horus has one of the three parts in his compound.”
“And the last one?”
“He was at Yeetavik’s compound when it was destroyed.”
Wolf cursed.
“Then he could be dead,” *** said.
“Don’t be a fool.” Wolf sneered. “If he was dead they’d all be dead.”
“You sure about that?”
“They are the same person. If one-third of them was dead, they’d all be dead. So yes. I’m sure.” Wolf jerked his chin at the god with citrine eyes. “Go to the Sphinx and find out where his third is located. Have him contact the goddess. Tell her to send ambrosia.”
“How is she supposed to do that? She can’t go to Horus or he’ll suspect we’re planning something. And she can’t go to Alton and he controls the stores?”
“Then I guess she’d better get creative because it would be terrible if it got out to the others that one of their own was about to betray them in the worst way.”
Comments
I really need to catch up on Bound Gods. I think I am somewhere in book 2. This excerpt motivates me to pick it back up.
