"What… are you going to do?" Minoros asked, his voice hoarse, his breath trembling—not just from the lingering sensations in his body, but from something hot and swirling deep in his gut.
Aerax didn't answer immediately. He stood there, looking down at himself as if he couldn't quite believe the transformation that had just taken place. His skin gleamed under the torchlight, his body slick with sweat and something else. Muscles rippled, sharp and defined, as if forged in a divine furnace. Every inch of him radiated a beastly aura—and in his eyes, it wasn't just desire anymore, but something… deeper. Sharper.
And between his legs—it was still hard as stone. Unrelenting, even after their recent lovemaking. If anything… it was bigger. Darker. It twitched with each pulse, clear fluid dripping from the tip like dew on a blade.
Minoros stared. Not out of fear. But curiosity. Eagerness. And a part of him wondered—if divine blood didn't just heal the body, but pushed pleasure beyond its limits… what would happen next?
Aerax tilted his head slightly, then hooked a finger under Minoros's chin, lifting it. His touch was hot, firm, commanding.
"I'm not going to do anything," Aerax said softly, his voice low, before leaning close to whisper in his ear, "unless you want it too."
Minoros said nothing. But his hand moved on its own, brushing against Aerax's abdomen. The hard, chiseled muscles rose under his fingertips, hot as freshly forged stone. Minoros reached for the massive equine shaft, swallowing hard before hesitantly taking it into his mouth. It was too large, overwhelming, and he gagged, unable to take it all. The urge to choke surged, and he pulled back, the thick, slick fluid still dripping from it.
"Damn…" Minoros muttered, "I like this big thing."
Aerax let out a low chuckle, then gently pushed Minoros down onto the cool stone floor. "Try it. Let's see if it makes you moan."
Minoros looked up at him, his gaze a mix of defiance and submission. He had once been a warrior, one who made others tremble. But the being before him now… was no longer merely human.
Aerax didn't hesitate. He knelt, lifting one of Minoros's legs to rest on his shoulder. One hand pulled Minoros's hips closer, the other held his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"You know…" Aerax said, his finger tracing along the crease of Minoros's backside, "this hole of yours seems like it can't wait any longer. It wants to be filled."
"Stop talking…" Minoros panted.
Aerax shook his head, a faint smirk on his lips. "Fine. As you wish."
And he leaned down. Not rushed, not rough. But slow, wet, as if savoring a rare delicacy. His tongue was searing, gliding over sensitive skin, making Minoros jolt as if touched by a spark. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, but his hands gripped Aerax's arms tightly.
"It's… really… damn…" Minoros gasped between soft shudders.
Aerax said nothing. He was listening—with his body. Every reaction, every clench of muscle. It was like an experiment. And Minoros, despite his pride, was willingly the subject.
When Aerax entered—slowly, deeply—Minoros arched. A choked sound escaped his throat.
"Wait… hold on…"
Aerax didn't stop. But he leaned down, kissing Minoros's neck softly. "You say stop, but down here, you're gripping me like you want to swallow me whole."
"Shut up…"
But he didn't push Aerax away. He couldn't.
The rhythm began. Slow at first, as if Aerax was learning to wield his new body. Then harder, deeper. Each thrust seemed to shake the stone floor beneath them. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the stone chamber. The torches on the walls flickered, their flames dancing with each movement.
Sweat dripped from Aerax's chest, falling onto Minoros's abdomen. Their slick, heated bodies clung together. Minoros lost control—his moans spilled out, his eyes clouded, his hands clawing at Aerax's shoulders as if clinging to life itself.
"This power…" Aerax growled softly, "it surges with every thrust. Every collision. I can feel it… coming alive."
Minoros couldn't respond. His mind was melting, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He had experienced much, but never like this. An orgasm crashed over him—deep, intense, like an earthquake within. He didn't scream, only gasped, eyes wide, his body convulsing.
Aerax couldn't hold out much longer either. His muscles tensed, his back arching like a bow, and he released, wave after wave of searing heat flooding deep inside Minoros, so much that his abdomen swelled as if pregnant. His entire body shook, sweat streaming down.
Both collapsed, gasping, hearts pounding wildly. Their breaths mingled in the damp air of the stone chamber.
After a long silence, Aerax spoke.
"Divine blood… it doesn't just heal."
Minoros exhaled, trembling. "No kidding… I feel like I've been impregnated."
Aerax rolled onto his side, looking at his hands. They were still trembling. Not from exhaustion—but from the energy still coursing through his veins.
"It turns pleasure into a weapon," he murmured. "Even pain… tastes sweet. Sharper. Harder to control."
Minoros let out a dry laugh, burying his face in his arm. "I thought my soul was going to fly out. It felt like you were screwing straight into my spine."
Aerax smirked.
"Your belly looks like it's about to burst," Aerax said smugly. "Let me help you with that."
Aerax moved behind Minoros, wrapping both hands around his swollen abdomen, then, without warning, squeezed and pushed down.
"Wait… I'm not… nghh." Minoros threw his head back, eyes wide, toes curling. Wave after wave of thick fluid gushed out from him, so much it felt like it could fill a bucket.
They lay still for a while longer. The stone floor beneath them had warmed. On the walls, the carved patterns seemed to shift faintly—as if the room itself had memorized their union.
Finally, Aerax sat up, his expression serious again.
"This is just the beginning," he said. "I will become a god."
Minoros stretched, his body still tingling. "And now?"
Aerax stood, towering under the firelight. "Now… we leave this place."