Year of the Bull Chapter 10: Frightless Night

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Awesome art by: Wyebird

While not really one to participate in going to parties or major events, Alode allowed himself to indulge in such things once or twice while he was on Earth. It most often occurred around Christmas or something of the like, but on occasion it did happen to fall on Halloween, which he had to admit was one of his more favorite holidays. Not for any particular reason other than getting to dress up in something that was absurd. It was like being open with his true nature around mortals without them actually finding out. Kind of a fun game.

Oliver was invited to a big party going on that was being hosted by his studio's producer who owned a mansion and was going all out on the spooky decor, so naturally he asked Alode to come with. Given the opportunity to mingle with some of his roommate's co-workers, there was no way the bull god was going to sit the event out.

“Are you ready?” Alode asked as he knocked on his roommate's door. A broad black cape swished with every movement that he made and opened to reveal a finely crafted tuxedo with red lining. A set of plastic fangs were stuffed in his pocket that he intended to put in his mouth once they got to the party.

“No, I need some help!” the tiger called from the other side. Alode casually opened the door and stepped in to see what was causing his roommate so much trouble.

Oliver had decided to try his hand at a custom he lovingly called “Sexy Frankenstein” which Alode couldn't help but laugh at the idea of when it was first pitched. Seeing it now, he had to admit that it worked fairly well.

The tiger had dyed his fur green where it had once been orange and white and had on a pair of tight-fitting shorts that clung to his thighs. He had painted scars and patchwork stitches all around his arms and torso, of which showed through a shirt that cut off just above his belly. Two plastic bolts stuck to his neck on either side and he had put in contact lenses that turned his sclera yellow. In all, he looked the part quite well despite the fact that he didn't craft his costume from a cheap kit.

“What's the hold up?” Alode asked and cocked a brow. Oliver was in front of his body length mirror turning himself from side to side while holding a worried look on his face. Upon hearing the bull god, he turned around and presented himself.

“I can't decide if I should go with black or green stockings,” Oliver said and gestured down at himself. In an attempt to figure out which would look better, the tiger had on a pair of each but it didn't seem to help him decide.

“Honestly I think you should go as is. Kinda lends to the look that you're supposed to be put together from a whole bunch of femboys,” Alode remarked with a chuckle.

Oliver didn't seem convinced as he turned back to the mirror and did another twist of his hips to catch the various angles. “Maybe...” he sighed and folded his arms over his chest.

“Other than that, flip a coin, cause we're gunna be late,” the bull god said.

The tiger chewed at his bottom lip for a moment and then looked back to his roommate. “You really mean it though? This looks fine?”

“Yes, it looks lovely,” Alode said with a nod of confidence. “You'll catch plenty of eyes when we get there, I'm sure.”

“You're just saying that,” the tiger said with a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth.

“I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it,” Alode replied. “I want you to enjoy yourself at this thing too, you know.”

Oliver nodded a bit and then shrugged. “All right then, if you're fine with it then I'm fine with it. Let's go.” He trotted over to his roommate and smiled. Alode smiled back and lead the way out of the room and eventually the apartment. Once out and into his car they were on their way to the party.

Following the instructions to the mansion was fairly easy and once they were close enough it got even easier. There was a vast assortment of vehicles leading into the gated community and the massive three storied building that made up the focus of attention was lit up and thrumming with music.

The entrance of the long winding driveway was blocked by a guard house and a barricade. Once Alode came to a halt in front of it, a man dressed in a security uniform gestured for the bull god to roll down his window.

“IDs please,” the security guard requested, an older doberman that seemed entirely bored with his job.

Oliver and Alode obediently handed over their licenses and the dog gave them a quick look over with one paw while he checked their names against a list on a clipboard with the other. “All right, you're good to go,” the guard half sighed and handed over their cards before returning to his post and pressing a button. As soon as the barricade retreated into the ground, Alode eased their way up to the surprisingly large parking lot near the end of the driveway.

The tiger looked up at the mansion with wide eyes and a slack jaw as soon as he stepped out of the car. He had never been inside a massive house like this one, and with all the excitement that was going on within he was both eager and apprehensive to walk through the front door.

Alode, on the other hand, had been inside houses twice as large as this one and ten times as nice. Luckily the point of him being there wasn't to be impressed, it was to have fun, and it looked like there was a lot of that going on. He eagerly made his way for the front door with his roommate falling in from behind in the hopes of not being left out.

He thought it a bit ironic that he was the one taking the lead at the moment given that of everyone inside there was only going to be two people that he knew. Still, he was confident with himself and his social skills, and once the awe of the setting wore off, he was sure that Oliver's natural extroversion would take over.

The rumble of music was considerably louder once the two ventured through the front door and the insides were packed with so many more people than the bull god expected. The tiger hadn't really told him much about the scope of what to expect but this really wasn't at all what he had in mind. The sheer number of costumed people that turned to the newcomers and waved them in had Alode feeling better about his chances of finding some real fun that evening.

As soon as familiar faces were revealed to the tiger his apprehension melted away and he sprang ahead of the bull god as they traveled farther into the foyer. Alode happily took his place as the unfamiliar guest to be introduced while following.

“Hey!” Oliver called out as he bounded up to a group of three others. They each greeted him in turn and sparked up brief conversations as the bull god sidled up from behind. His size was difficult to overlook compared to most everyone else in attendance. Even some of the other equine came at a few centimeters shorter with musculatures not nearly to his same degree.

“So, you must be Alode,” the lone woman of the group said, a lithe figured panther that wore an assortment of clothing pieces iconic to a certain hokey-masked serial killer.

“That's right,” the bull god laughed and offered his hand to her. She grabbed it enthusiastically and shook.

“I'm Amara, it's very nice to meet you,” she continued.

“And this is Steve and Aaron,” Oliver quickly pointed out while gesturing to the others.

“It's nice to meet you all as well,” Alode replied and smiled widely.

“We were beginning to think you weren't real,” the one known as Aaron said, a feminine fox dressed as an angel complete with small folded wings on his back, a gold halo suspense by a wire, and a bare sheet covering him from shoulder to knees. The bull god became immediately curious as to what he might be wearing beneath it. Or possibly what he wasn't.

“Yeah, I've heard that said once before,” the bull god chuckled and looked down at his roommate. “Seems there are some rumors going around.”

“More like a reputation now that Sammy won't stop talking about whatever it is that you two did with him,” the one known as Steven said, an athletic dog of some hybrid type that wore a demon costume in direct contrast to Aaron's.

“Guess I'm around to defend myself now,” Alode commented with a smirk.

“Or to confirm what we've heard. Guess we're gunna have to see how wild this night gets,” Samara added with a playful wink from behind her mask. The bull god chuckled and flashed her an apologetic smile that he hoped conveyed to her how unlikely it was that she would be the one to do such a thing.

“Speaking of, where is Sammy?” Oliver piped up.

“I think I saw him at the punch table,” Aaron said and craned his head before pointing to the unmistakable sheep dressed up like a witch in the next room

“Let's go say hi really quick,” the tiger said to Alode and then trotted off into what was unmistakably the living room with the bull god trailing behind.

“We'll catch you later!” Amara called after them to which Oliver gave a quick wave of confirmation.

The music droned a song that Alode knew to be rather popular, its volume low enough to allow the groups of people within to maintain easy conversation. Fake spider web was strung around every fixture on the ceiling and corners of the room to make it look like a single uninterrupted structure. Ornaments like skeletons, ghosts, and occult symbols were hung on the walls and placed amid the various couches, chairs, and food tables that dotted the wide space. Even a fog machine towards the back of the room occasionally sputtered a thin layer of mist across the floor that was able to maintain uniformity even as people walked through it.

While Alode maintained his pace behind his roommate he looked around and made full use of his powerful divine vision to see past costumes and masks to get a good understanding of all who was there. He soaked up the visual information like a sponge, taking in cues as subtle as body posture and vocal mannerisms to determine who might interest him the most.

The bull god had become so lost in his analysis that he almost barreled into Oliver's back when he stopped in place. Alode froze and turned to see the tiger and Sammy embracing with bright smiles.

“It's about time you guys made it!” the sheep laughed.

“We're not late though,” Oliver said back.

“Technically, but no one arrives on time to a party,” Sammy continued, his voice taking on a slurred edge that his co-worker picked up.

“Jeez, you're already drunk?” Oliver snickered.

“Am I?” the sheep replied. “It's really good punch, you guys should have some.”

“Don't mind if I do,” the tiger agreed and went around to find a plastic cup and poured some of the bright red liquid from the spout of a glass jug that had floating fruit and ice in it.

“The punch is really fitting for a vampire,” a foreign, feminine voice perked up from behind the bull god. Alode startled slightly and turned to see a grinning shark dressed in a costume not too different from his, though it clearly had more effort put into it. If the bull god didn't know any better, he'd have thought that it was pulled right off Dracula himself. “Great minds think alike, eh?”

“Charlie!” Oliver called out and dashed to the shark’s side to give him a hug while making sure not to spill his drink. “Awesome party! You really went all out.”

“Thanks! It's not too much though?” the shark asked after drawing back. Now that they were side by side, Alode could see the contrast between his roommate and this newcomer's figure. Comparatively, Charlie was a bit wider in the hips but was a few centimeters taller. His shoulders were also a bit wider and the somewhat smug smile that hung on his visage gave off an atmosphere of dominance but in a way that made the bull god feel it was only for social situations.

“Not at all. 'Tis the season after all, right? Might as well go all out,” Oliver continued.

“That's right. And who's your friend here?” Charlie said and turned to the male that towered above all three of them.

“This is Alode! Alode, this is Charlie, he's the one that owns the place and put on the party,” the tiger quickly introduced, but the look in the shark's eye told him that he had already guessed who the bull god was. Something told Alode that that was going to happen a lot as the night went on.

“Very charmed to finally meet you,” the shark almost purred as he held his hand out.

“Likewise, you have a very lovely home,” Alode replied and accepted the gesture.

“Thank you. Please help yourself to anything you like, I'm very open,” Charlie continued and gave the bull god's hand a light squeeze before letting go. Something in how the shark lingered on those last few words caught Alode's keen hearing and he had to suppress a knowing smile.

Charlie pivoted his attention back to the sheep and tiger and sparked up another conversation regarding their choice in costumes. Alode took the opportunity to melt into the background so he could resume scanning the background of other guests in attendance but for the most part he knew who he had set his sights on.

The topic eventually came back to the bull god's own disposition in life and he was forced to recant the same narrative he had recited so many times by that point. In truth it was the one thing he wasn't going to miss when he left Earth, but then again, he always thought that and then when time came to come back, he was giddy about making up a new one.

From there, the bull god became the new thing to show off. Oliver took Alode's hand and began taking him around to the many other actors and actresses so they could get to know him. The tiger's sudden outgoing nature might have been due to the second cup of punch he had by that point, of which the bull god had only one. He did have to admit how good it was, probably because Charlie must have dumped a whole bottle of Everclear into it.

The more Alode involved himself in the various conversations of Oliver's co-workers the more he felt himself begin to unwind and release himself of his mission. Not everything was about the pursuit of sex and he really did have to admit to himself that he found the general atmosphere of the evening to be exciting.

One thing that did often catch the bull god's attention, or more of catch him off guard, was how Charlie so effortlessly dipped in and out from his sight. Alode didn't know if it was because of the music that was able to mask the shark's movements or what, but on more than one occasion a gentle caress across the back or his name being said caused him to turn around to see the grinning shark.

At about the midpoint of the party when the time was getting close to midnight, Charlie finally approached the bull god with more devious intentions than before. It was one of the only times that Alode sensed him coming.

“Say, Alode, I hope you don't mind me being a poor host,” the shark began and gently took a hold of the bull god's arm. “I haven't offered to give you a tour of the house. Would you want one?”

“That would be lovely actually,” Alode said back with a warm smile. Up to that point he had been keeping up with Oliver and Sammy as they went around playing various Halloween themed games or checking in on scary movies that were going in a couple rooms. They had both also gotten progressively more drunk and unaware of their surroundings, so they probably wouldn't notice Alode leaving for a bit.

Charlie's hand drew down and wrapped around the bull god's fingers before pulling him towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor. While the various halls and balconies were occupied with more costumed guests talking among themselves, none really gave the two much mind as they slipped past.

“Up here is where I have my game room. It allows us to shoot a few scenes that have need for the more recreational parts of our videos” the shark said casually as he led the bull god into a massive room that was adorned with a pool table in the middle and many other games that were standard for that kind of a space, including a couple arcade machines.

“Do you shoot most of your videos in your house?” Alode asked as the shark continued on down a long hall. The farther they went the fewer guests were present.

“Oh yeah, it serves a double purpose. Helps with taxes and we don't have to rent out spaces or worry about bothering other people. Didn't Oliver tell you about any of this?” Charlie asked.

“Nah, he doesn't tell me much about the fine details of what he does, just mostly about the scenes that he's in,” Alode chuckled.

“Interesting. You know he's told us all a lot about you.” The shark nudged his way into the last room of the hallway and flicked on the light. Unlike the couple others that he had been shown, this one seemed like a standard bedroom, albeit considerably larger than some of the more normal ones that had been shown.

“And this is my room,” Charlie sighed and raised his arms from his sides while doing a quick spin to emphasize its size.

“Seems fitting,” Alode commented as he meandered in.

“Yeah, the throne has to go to the king, right?” Charlie chuckled and walked over to the gigantic closet near the far side of the room and went inside. The bull god followed at a slow pace, curious as to what the shark had planned for the two of them.

By the time Alode got to the closet door Charlie had already removed half of his costume. His cape and tuxedo were neatly folded on the shelf next to him and he was in the process of undoing his pants. Upon hearing the other male approach, the shark turned and flashed a knowing grin. “Trying to see something you're not supposed to?”

“Sorry,” Alode said and quickly ducked his head back from the door. A laugh followed from within and a couple seconds later the shark emerged entirely naked.

“You've got nothing to worry about, I'm sure you've guessed as to why I've brought you all the way up here,” Charlie said over his shoulder as he made a gesture for the bull god to keep following as he made his way to the attached bathroom.

“Have I now? Not for sure what kind of a person you take me for,” the bull god replied jokingly as he eyed the shark closer, taking in every curve and dip in his figure. Without the costume he had a much more feminine appearance, one that had Alode's divine energies excitedly sparking to life.

Charlie laughed again as he made his way over to a large tub that dominated the far corner of the bathroom and sat on its edge. He leaned over to the faucet and turned it on, the flow of water immediately sending up a cloud of steam. “You're a lot easier to read than you probably realize. I clocked what you wanted to do at this party as soon as I caught eye of you looking at every one of my guests like they were pieces of meat. It's really no wonder that Oliver talks so much about you, you must be quite the beast in bed.”

“What makes you so sure about me?” Alode asked as he came to stand right in front of the other male in such a way that put his crotch directly at the other's eye-level. The motion didn't go on unnoticed, and so the shark casually reached out without caring to ask and began undoing the front of the other's pants.

“You don't get to be in this kind of industry without picking up what it looks like when someone is looking for a fuck, and you were practically telecasting it to the whole party. If I didn't step in who knows what could have happened,” Charlie said as he finished with the button and zipper and then tugged the bull god's bottoms all the way down to the point that they fell in a heap around his ankles. His thick cock hung low between his thighs and gave a slight twitch when fresh air hit it. “Oh yeah, this would certainly do a lot of damage.”

“So noble of you to be taking everyone's safety into consideration,” Alode commented with a smirk.

“Yup, that's me. Forever sacrificing. I should deserve a reward.” The shark took a gentle hold of the limp length and stroked up towards the base. It was so warm to the touch and it pulsed against his fingers with every beat of the other's heart. He lifted it and leaned in to nuzzle against its length while taking in a deep breath of its masculine scent. “Oh, you smell perfect.”

“For what?” Alode asked, genuinely curious.

“For everything. I can tell you'll make for a great addition to my set.” Charlie opened his mouth and set the tip between his lips. His soft tongue caressed the underside while he drew more in.

“Is this an audition?” the bull god asked while stifling a moan that threatened to bubble free.

The shark didn't reply right away, instead choosing to slowly bob his head while feeling the impressive shaft grow harder into his mouth. He slathered his tongue from side to side against the tip before popping it out and admiring its size. “You could say that. And to also see if what Oliver says is true.”

Alode snickered and shook his head, though the shark didn't see it. “That tiger is gunna get me in so much trouble. Though I wouldn't mind if this became the norm.”

“Oh? So, you like fucking my porn stars?” Charlie teased as he began trailing his tongue up the shaft's side like it were one massive lollipop. “What a great coincidence.”

“I should warn you before you get too carried away, but I'm not so easily enticed into this kind of industry. If I was interested then this wouldn't be the first time we'd be meeting,” Alode mumbled, the pleasure soon working its way into his words.

“Please don't say that, you'll break my fragile heart,” Charlie murmured as he ground his lips against the tip as he came to it. “But regardless, if I can't convince you then no worries. We can still have lots of fun.”

“Good to know,” Alode said and reached down to firmly grasp the fin at the back of Charlie's head. He looked up to meet the bull god's gaze mere seconds before he relaxed his mouth in preparation of what was to come next.

With one firm yank, the shark's mouth impaled on Alode's length and sank all the way in. Charlie's neck bulged as it went down his throat to leave nothing outside but the pair of balls. The look in the femboy's eyes was one of excitement and fear at being forced to take something so huge but he didn't try struggling away. In fact, his esophagus began to actively milk the girth once it had settled.

The shark's hands planted on the other's thighs as he wrestled for stability when Alode began to rock his hips back and forth. Appreciative grunts thrummed from the bull god's chest as he took his time to really feel how tight of a mouth the femboy had.

Tears sprang free in the corners of Charlie's eyes as he let himself be used in such a way. The thrusting grew faster and each time Alode would push in he would yank the shark's head onto his lap. A loud slurp and gag often called back from the femboy from each of these motions with saliva sputtering free and slathering the shaft.

Without warning Alode pulled his dick from the shark's gaped mouth, from which he sucked in a deep breath of air. He coughed a couple times as he regained his stature and then grinned up at his lover. “Oh yeah, you'd fit in perfectly on my set.”

When the bull god took his cock by the base and presented it once more for the femboy to take, he was stopped with a quick wave of the shark's hand. He silently waited for a reason and watched as the shark pulled out from under his grasp and leaned over to turn the water off. In the midst of their fun Alode had completely forgotten about the tub and now saw that it was at a decent level.

Charlie eagerly swung his legs over the ledge and sank into the warm depths. A deep content sigh escaped him as he took a moment to swim a very short lap around the tub's outer edge and then settled on his hands and knees with his back barely peaking above the surface. He looked up at the bull god and nodded for him to join.

Alode couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight as it was so fitting. He quickly withdrew the rest of his costume and stepped into the murky water, quite pleased that it was so warm and soothing to the touch. It had been so long since he had actually enjoyed a bath that he made a mental note to himself to do it more often in the remaining months that he had and the next time that he came down to Earth.

The shark watched expectantly as the larger male settled in from behind. He gave his backside a tantalizing shift from side to side before abruptly swinging his finned tail from the water in a spray of droplets.

Alode raised his arm to block the splash but was soaked regardless. They both laughed and when he looked down at the femboy once more he was greeted with the tantalizing sight of the hiked tail hanging over his arched back. Both of Charlie's hands were out at his sides and holding on to the tub edge and nearby railing for stability.

The bull god's divine energy seeped into the water like a concentrated dye. It diffused quickly and began to immediately soak into the shark's form the more of himself that he submerged.

Charlie grew eager for more of Alode's touch. He pushed his butt back until it braced against the throbbing cock and rubbed it between his cheeks. At that same time, Alode's hands took a firm grasp of his hips and pulled him close to effectively grind that straining pyre under his tail.

It somehow seemed like the water got just a bit hotter in those moments of teasing. Gentle ruts back met firm nudges forward and precum started spilling from the bull god's tip. In much the same way, all the excitement had caused Charlie's own member to slip free of its sheath and sink into the water. Though it was obscured by his body, its size betrayed his feminine disposition.

The playfulness of the moment eventually reached an end when Alode pushed the femboy forward and set his cock against the pink pucker just beneath his tail. He took relatively little effort to ease inside, something that amused the bull god greatly as he pushed every centimeter forward.

Charlie bit his lip but it failed to stifle his first pleased mutterings. He groaned loudly and pushed back onto the invading cock until he could feel it bulging his stomach. Their balls pressed firm together and the shark's insides gave a tentative squeeze. The bull god responded by flexing his cock and drawing back.

Divine electricity tickled Charlie's insides as the slow rolling motion of Alode's hips picked up pace and strength. He actively pushed back to meet the replying buck and the wet sound of their bodies striking was amplified by the water and their tight confines. Each low moan and grunt echoed against the tiled walls and floor as the two worked themselves into a more intense rhythm.

At first Charlie looked over his shoulder to enjoy the sight of the bull god's face contorted with pleasure. It wasn't long until the growing bliss soon took hold of his own mind and he couldn't concentrate on much more than what was happening to him. Reluctantly, he turned to face the bathtub faucet and tightened his hold on the edge while he released the hand that held the railing.

Each powerful thrust from behind had Alode's long cock grinding hard against the shark's prostate. The back-and-forth sawing over that sensitive spot had his cock throbbing so hard that it was almost painful. He gripped his member and began to vigorously pump it in tandem with how he was being fucked.

Alode watched the femboy's form with growing excitement as he let more of his energy seep out with every aggressive motion. The way that Charlie's insides constricted around his cock each time he bottomed out had powerful waves of pleasure cascading through the bull god's groin. A rough groan spilled free as he leaned his torso farther over the shark's back.

The pleasure that Charlie exuded that the bull god then tasted was unique. His fortitude was strong, likely due to his undoubtedly long history involving porn and porn actors. It was this well experienced past of partners that had Alode sharing more and more of his divinity so that he could taste more of the shark's pleasure as it would surface.

After several long minutes of this intense surge of ecstasy, Charlie's mind began to falter. He could barely focus on anything except for his own body. He could feel his insides being stretched around that impressive girth and the smooth feel of his palm on his own dick. He could hardly compare this sensation with anything else he had experienced besides various drugs he had taken in the past. Strangely, despite the euphoric edge that his member teetered on he wasn't able to cum no matter how hard or fast he stroked.

Though Alode's barrier was up, it wasn't meant to last. Clearly practiced with pleasing larger men, the shark's body was drawing the bull god towards his own climax at a rushed pace. As much as he wanted the pleasure to persist for just a bit longer, he also wanted to be satisfied.

Charlie's sides constricted from the bull god's powerful grasp as he was drawn back the hardest yet. At the same time, he felt his lover's member swell, the tip noticeably flaring within. Then the first intense surge of cum painted his belly and he was struck with a powerful climactic wave that let him follow in the other's lead.

Alode roared through grit teeth as he continued to pound away, each thrust sending another gooey salvo. The shark cried out as well in an attempt to match the volume at a higher pitch. His tongue lolled from the front of his mouth as his cock flexed and repeatedly sent gushes of shark cum into the bath water beneath him. Each repeating buck across his prostate caused him to spill again until nothing more than droplets slipped into the bath.

Their fevered motions gradually died away as the intensity ebbed. The water was still charged with the bull god's divinity but the nerves through Charlie's form were tempered to their probing fingers. A slight shake of the head and he was able to return his thoughts to the present and looked over his shoulder once again to see his lover's expression.

Just as he did, Alode pulled his hips back and fully extracted his still throbbing cock. When it came free with a loud pop, a final spurt of his cum sprayed across the shark's lower back and tail. Charlie snickered at the sight as he felt his tailhole gape wide and begin spilling the excess jizz into the tub. If they stayed in the water for much longer, they would get far more dirty than clean.

Perhaps picking up on this fact as well, Alode shifted back and gradually rose to his feet. Charlie did the same, though with less steady movements. He needed to brace against the bull god so that he didn't topple over. As soon as he was standing all the way up, the remaining cum evacuated from his hole and truly began to turn the bath water a murky white.

“Think anyone has wondered where we went off to?” Alode asked as he helped the shark step out and unplug the drain.

“I'm certain they know exactly where we wondered off to. And what we were doing,” Charlie laughed, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“Guess we should re-join them,” the bull god casually commented.

“Soon. But first, I'd like to spend more time with you,” Charlie said and took the bull god by the hand and lead him from the bathroom, both still dripping.

Alode followed, curious as to what more the shark had planned. Once they were back in the main portion of his room, he let go and flopped on his bed. He rolled onto his back and splayed his legs nice and wide, giving the other an uninterrupted view of everything he had to offer, including his well-used hole that refused to completely close.

“What's this?” the bull god asked as he came to stand at the foot of the shark's bed, mere centimeters away from crawling between those knees.

“Oliver tells me that you can fuck for hours on end and cum ten times before you're finished. That means we have nine more times to go,” he replied and crossed his arms beneath the back of his head.

Alode chuckled and folded his arms over his chest as he stared at the sight in front of him. “You know, Oliver tends to exaggerate about such things.”

“Maybe, but your cock hasn't gone down yet so there must be some truth to it,” Charlie said and looked down at the noticeably throbbing member that flexed as if it knew it was being talked about.

Alode considered the shark's words for a moment more before a grin split his mouth. “Fine then, I'll make you cum nine more times. But those are the only times I'll ever make you cum, understood?” He punctuated his words by setting both knees on the bed and suddenly advancing on top of the shark.

Charlie's eyes went wide as he came face to face with the bull god and thought about the offer. “Such a strange stipulation. If we can have sex more than nine times, why wouldn't we?”

“Because I am very special, and no single person can have me for too long,” Alode said almost in a whisper. His voice reverberated and took on a powerful edge that made the shark's mind reel and a surge of adrenaline start rushing through his veins.

“All right then, deal,” Charlie whispered back while maintaining eye contact. The bull god chuckled and for a split second he was certain that Alode's eyes flashed a pure white without pupil or iris.

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