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So, for now, it'll be just this part. Also, the first draft was in German, so I had to translate everything... ~_~", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This story was intended as a start to a series / longer story, but I'm not sure where to go with it. So, for now, it'll be just this part. Also, the first draft was in German, so I had to translate everything... ~_~", "writing": "The coarse wall in his back, Zain stared at a stranger's face. How did things get this far? This question posed itself to the young man's mind for just a short moment, as he knew it had mostly been his own fault, owed to his unreasonableness. Nobody in their right mind would go outside alone in the middle of the night – especially not without any kind of protection or weapon. But the silence oozing from the sleeping city's walls kept attracting Zain over and over again. Every night he enjoyed the empty streets and the quiet, especially now in summer, when the air was hot and humid during daytime. After sunset it was nice and cool, refreshing and animating.\n\nHis back pressed against the wall, Zain houndedly scanned the alley for a way out, but he found no possibility to escape his counterpart. The latter had built himself up before the smaller one and his physical superiority alone had been enough to have Zain retreat until his back hit a house wall. Now he stood much too close to the younger. This, and the fact that he did not even try to take possession of Zain's belongings clearly gave away his intentions. The boy would hope for help in vain – at this time of night it was almost a crime, not to be at home, tucked in your bed, sleeping soundly. \n\n“What is your desire? I have nothing to offer you.” His own voice sounded thin in Zain's ears. It had a ring of faint certainty to it; the certainty that the other would not be content with tangible things anyways. The thought alone made him shudder, raising the dark hair on his forearms. \n\nAs a thin band of thick fur they ran from his forearms up to his shoulders, where they vanished below the fabric of his clothes. Only the nervously lashing tail, showing sideways of Zain's body, conveyed that the black fur was running all the way from his shoulders down his back. \n\nZain, being part of a tolerated but avoided group of population, had never tried to hide his hybrid ancestry. This fact especially had as yet barred him from similar – and especially more comfortable – situations of sexual approach. Only few men engaged with the likes of him. \n\nHowever, the stoutly built stranger seemed to be an exotic himself. Even in the dark, Zain perceived his unusual body structure. His torso was extremely muscular and seemed to be slightly hunched, and the way he stood seemed somewhat off. But the man stood too closely to see more of him and Zain was not keen on getting to know him any better. Even so, the boy was sure he had never seen a any of his kind. \n\nThe stranger was barely six inches away from Zain. Ignoring his screaming mind, the smaller one pushed the man from him with all force he could gather and tried to flee out of the same movement, further into the dark alley before him, hoping to lose the other somewhere in the winding turns and niches ahead. \n\n~ ~ ~\n\nKrates was lucky tonight. It had been a highly successful evening already and a coin-weighed pouch accompanied by an exhilarating delight quickened his step on his nightly hunt, which was definitely more urgent than he was willing to accept. \n\nEven through the veil of dulcet inebriation and arising salaciousness, this city's nightlife was far from befitting his longings. Such where his thoughts – until he crossed paths with this delicate, almost infantile and profusely careless wanderer and found in him a suitable protagonist for his craving's ignition. It had almost been too easy to follow the boy through the empty streets, who seemed to be walking with his head in the clouds, his thoughts anything but concerned with his safety.\n\nForced into a corner, the small creature practically begged to be ravished with his anxious voice; those big eyes stricken with fear. Krates wanted to fan this fear until it filled the little boy's mind and held his frail, fluttering heart tightly in its cold claws. He desired to touch the fragile body before him, to violate it, soil it, own it. There was no way Krates would let him escape, but despite his burning voracity for the little guy's tender flesh he settled to play the boy's game, giving a hoarse, low chuckle as the boy eluded him and attempted a headless flight into the labyrinthine alleys. \n\nTo make the chase more enjoyable, Krates granted the smaller one a headstart, watching the frantically lashing tail, the hectically scrambling legs with slight amusement. Stretching his huge body, Krates slowly set himself into motion until he was trotting after his new-found toy. His furred legs moved almost lazily, the large hoofs they ended in making dull sounds whenever they hit the ground. \n\nThe Satyr took his time hunting the boy, who was throwing panicked looks over his shoulder every now and again. If he kept this up, Krates mused, he would sooner or later – and it happened. The small guy turned his head once more to catch a glimpse of his hunter, and slipped in one of the various puddles covering the muddy ground. With a smacking noise he hit the wet ground. \n\nJust moments later, while the boy was still trying to scamper to his feet, Krates was already above him, forcing his massive body against the smaller one, hastily and without any restraint. He locked the boy's hips between his strong legs, kneeling over him, to rub his head against his neck with an aroused growl. Impatiently his hands pulled and ripped on the boy's pants, to be rewarded by the sound of tearing cloth. Heavy-handedly he tore it off the small creature below him. \n\nWhile his hot, wet breath hit the boy's neck, the satyr moved his loincloth to the side, positioning his huge, hard dick at the boy's entrance. Forsooth, Krates was lucky tonight. \n\n~ ~ ~\n\nOver and over again, Zain turned his head to see if he was getting away at all. In his haste he soon lost orientation, but it did not matter where he was running anyways, as long as he was getting away from that man...\n\nZain had a hard time avoiding puddles and debris, most of the time only focusing on running as fast as he could, not caring a bit if he got wet or dirty in the process. However, it would probably have been better for him to care a little more, as his carelessness doomed him. He slipped and fell, instantly trying to pick himself up again but before he could even get on all fours, the stranger had caught up with him, practically throwing himself at the smaller and thus preventing Zain's escape. \n\n“No!”, the boy shouted instinctively, his hands desperately trying to find a hold to somehow be able to drag himself away from his opponent, while the latter roughly manhandled the young man's clothes. As Zain lost his pants to the elder's greedy hands, a frightened noise escaped his throat. \n\n“Please no”, he begged, while the man's burning breath sent a shiver down his spine, raising the fur on his back. \n\nZain felt something hard and hot press against him and his mind did not manage to prevent him from realizing, what exactly that object was, frantically thrusting against his back. The boy's body trembled in fear, while he was feverishly trying to find a way out – which generally had become a very unlikely possibility when the satyr had fixated Zain. His legs pressing against the boy's hips felt so strong Zain had no doubt they could easily crush him. \n\nOnce more Zain fought against the stranger's wait, stemming himself against the ground and trying to get away but it did not help him one bit. Instead, he started kicking the other, ramming his elbows at the man. He would not simply give up. He would not endure this, something like this could not happen to him, not to him... Zain caught himself praying, his body getting weak, even though it was fuelled by fear.\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nKrates was enjoying the game, as his victim's futile struggle was no more than that to him. He ignored the other's elbows and weak kicking, grinding his body against the smaller one's back in the twisted parody of an intimate, benign embrace, pressing the younger against the cold, muddy ground with his heavy body. \n\nFor the time being, Krates tried to contain his excitement, as his hips kept thrusting voraciously against the boy's back with the satyr's uncontrolled lust and avidity for fulfilment of his most instinctual need. Krates moved his body down a little, allowing his painfully swollen manhood to erratically thrust along Zain's thighs, between his tense cheeks, occasionally hitting the boy's testicles. With a deep growl, the satyr grasped his eager pole, lining it up with his victim's entrance.\n\nGrabbing hold of Zain's throat with the same hand, Krates propped himself up on the other, raising the boy's torso up with him, pressing him against his chest like precious property. With a powerful thrust, the hot, wet tip of his pole pushed itself against the boy's hole and both of them knew that the tender muscle would not last long against the sheer force of the elder's lust. \n\nAfter a few drawn-out moments, Krates' burning hot dick pushed its way inside the small boy's body, the other's hole stretching painfully tight around it. The satyr reared up and let out an animalistic scream of triumph and lust, his pulsating dick violating the young flesh below him. His hand let go of the boy's throat, causing him to drop to the ground, gasping for air. Before Zain could scream, Krates pressed him down with his heavy body, pushing the air out of the smaller's chest. \n\nWith low grunts Krates buried himself deep inside the boy's body, his hand now grasping Zain's hair, pushing his head down against the ground, while his other hand still supported the satyr's body. Without any restraint Krates' kept ramming himself into the violated boy, every of the slow but violent thrusts pressing Zain painfully against the alley's ground. \n\n~ ~ ~\n\nThe massive body above him choked Zain's pained and panicked screams, muffling them to little more than a piteous whimper. His struggle had ebbed away long ago and waves of pain and despair rolled through his body. It was impossible for him to get away. He sobbed every time he felt the satyr force himself inside Zain, his body trembling at the searing pain. The few screams the breathless boy managed to give were drowned by the huge creature's roars and groans of lust.\n\nAfter an eternity of slow, tearing thrusts, Krates' movements hastened. With heated grunts he pounded his pulsating pole harder and faster into Zain's tight, sore hole. Possessively, the satyr bit the younger's neck, savouring the boy's screams and sobs, relishing the ruthless way he was defiling the boy at his mercy. Sinking his teeth into the younger's tender flesh, Krates gave a lust-filled roar, ramming his pole deeply into the torn hole as his twitching dick released his hot semen inside the boy. \n\nWith a content grunt, Krates pulled out in a quick motion, a huge load of semen spilling out of the boy's soiled body. The satyr chuckled huskily as he got to his feet, dragging Zain up with him as he still held the boy by his hair. To support him, as the little guy's legs did not seem to carry Zain's weight, Krates held him by his throat, releasing his hair to use his now free hand to insert a huge middle finger into the boy's sore hole. Getting it up to Zain's face, Krates smeared the boy's lips with semen and blood, greedily kissing him to taste it. \n\nZain gave a choked sob and tried to turn his head away. He felt the satyr's juice run down his thighs, his body shaking from the burning, throbbing pain he still felt. Revulsion made his stomach cramp as the satyr's tongue rubbed against his lips, his breath mixing with Zain's. The boy could only hope Krates was satisfied enough to let him go. Zain would never think of this day again, he would push this from himself and lock the memory away in some dark corner of his mind to never be stirred again.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The coarse wall in his back, Zain stared at a stranger's face. How did things get this far? This question posed itself to the young man's mind for just a short moment, as he knew it had mostly been his own fault, owed to his unreasonableness. Nobody in their right mind would go outside alone in the middle of the night – especially not without any kind of protection or weapon. But the silence oozing from the sleeping city's walls kept attracting Zain over and over again. Every night he enjoyed the empty streets and the quiet, especially now in summer, when the air was hot and humid during daytime. After sunset it was nice and cool, refreshing and animating.

His back pressed against the wall, Zain houndedly scanned the alley for a way out, but he found no possibility to escape his counterpart. The latter had built himself up before the smaller one and his physical superiority alone had been enough to have Zain retreat until his back hit a house wall. Now he stood much too close to the younger. This, and the fact that he did not even try to take possession of Zain's belongings clearly gave away his intentions. The boy would hope for help in vain – at this time of night it was almost a crime, not to be at home, tucked in your bed, sleeping soundly.

“What is your desire? I have nothing to offer you.” His own voice sounded thin in Zain's ears. It had a ring of faint certainty to it; the certainty that the other would not be content with tangible things anyways. The thought alone made him shudder, raising the dark hair on his forearms.

As a thin band of thick fur they ran from his forearms up to his shoulders, where they vanished below the fabric of his clothes. Only the nervously lashing tail, showing sideways of Zain's body, conveyed that the black fur was running all the way from his shoulders down his back.

Zain, being part of a tolerated but avoided group of population, had never tried to hide his hybrid ancestry. This fact especially had as yet barred him from similar – and especially more comfortable – situations of sexual approach. Only few men engaged with the likes of him.

However, the stoutly built stranger seemed to be an exotic himself. Even in the dark, Zain perceived his unusual body structure. His torso was extremely muscular and seemed to be slightly hunched, and the way he stood seemed somewhat off. But the man stood too closely to see more of him and Zain was not keen on getting to know him any better. Even so, the boy was sure he had never seen a any of his kind.

The stranger was barely six inches away from Zain. Ignoring his screaming mind, the smaller one pushed the man from him with all force he could gather and tried to flee out of the same movement, further into the dark alley before him, hoping to lose the other somewhere in the winding turns and niches ahead.

~ ~ ~

Krates was lucky tonight. It had been a highly successful evening already and a coin-weighed pouch accompanied by an exhilarating delight quickened his step on his nightly hunt, which was definitely more urgent than he was willing to accept.

Even through the veil of dulcet inebriation and arising salaciousness, this city's nightlife was far from befitting his longings. Such where his thoughts – until he crossed paths with this delicate, almost infantile and profusely careless wanderer and found in him a suitable protagonist for his craving's ignition. It had almost been too easy to follow the boy through the empty streets, who seemed to be walking with his head in the clouds, his thoughts anything but concerned with his safety.

Forced into a corner, the small creature practically begged to be ravished with his anxious voice; those big eyes stricken with fear. Krates wanted to fan this fear until it filled the little boy's mind and held his frail, fluttering heart tightly in its cold claws. He desired to touch the fragile body before him, to violate it, soil it, own it. There was no way Krates would let him escape, but despite his burning voracity for the little guy's tender flesh he settled to play the boy's game, giving a hoarse, low chuckle as the boy eluded him and attempted a headless flight into the labyrinthine alleys.

To make the chase more enjoyable, Krates granted the smaller one a headstart, watching the frantically lashing tail, the hectically scrambling legs with slight amusement. Stretching his huge body, Krates slowly set himself into motion until he was trotting after his new-found toy. His furred legs moved almost lazily, the large hoofs they ended in making dull sounds whenever they hit the ground.

The Satyr took his time hunting the boy, who was throwing panicked looks over his shoulder every now and again. If he kept this up, Krates mused, he would sooner or later – and it happened. The small guy turned his head once more to catch a glimpse of his hunter, and slipped in one of the various puddles covering the muddy ground. With a smacking noise he hit the wet ground.

Just moments later, while the boy was still trying to scamper to his feet, Krates was already above him, forcing his massive body against the smaller one, hastily and without any restraint. He locked the boy's hips between his strong legs, kneeling over him, to rub his head against his neck with an aroused growl. Impatiently his hands pulled and ripped on the boy's pants, to be rewarded by the sound of tearing cloth. Heavy-handedly he tore it off the small creature below him.

While his hot, wet breath hit the boy's neck, the satyr moved his loincloth to the side, positioning his huge, hard dick at the boy's entrance. Forsooth, Krates was lucky tonight.

~ ~ ~

Over and over again, Zain turned his head to see if he was getting away at all. In his haste he soon lost orientation, but it did not matter where he was running anyways, as long as he was getting away from that man...

Zain had a hard time avoiding puddles and debris, most of the time only focusing on running as fast as he could, not caring a bit if he got wet or dirty in the process. However, it would probably have been better for him to care a little more, as his carelessness doomed him. He slipped and fell, instantly trying to pick himself up again but before he could even get on all fours, the stranger had caught up with him, practically throwing himself at the smaller and thus preventing Zain's escape.

“No!”, the boy shouted instinctively, his hands desperately trying to find a hold to somehow be able to drag himself away from his opponent, while the latter roughly manhandled the young man's clothes. As Zain lost his pants to the elder's greedy hands, a frightened noise escaped his throat.

“Please no”, he begged, while the man's burning breath sent a shiver down his spine, raising the fur on his back.

Zain felt something hard and hot press against him and his mind did not manage to prevent him from realizing, what exactly that object was, frantically thrusting against his back. The boy's body trembled in fear, while he was feverishly trying to find a way out – which generally had become a very unlikely possibility when the satyr had fixated Zain. His legs pressing against the boy's hips felt so strong Zain had no doubt they could easily crush him.

Once more Zain fought against the stranger's wait, stemming himself against the ground and trying to get away but it did not help him one bit. Instead, he started kicking the other, ramming his elbows at the man. He would not simply give up. He would not endure this, something like this could not happen to him, not to him... Zain caught himself praying, his body getting weak, even though it was fuelled by fear.

~ ~ ~

Krates was enjoying the game, as his victim's futile struggle was no more than that to him. He ignored the other's elbows and weak kicking, grinding his body against the smaller one's back in the twisted parody of an intimate, benign embrace, pressing the younger against the cold, muddy ground with his heavy body.

For the time being, Krates tried to contain his excitement, as his hips kept thrusting voraciously against the boy's back with the satyr's uncontrolled lust and avidity for fulfilment of his most instinctual need. Krates moved his body down a little, allowing his painfully swollen manhood to erratically thrust along Zain's thighs, between his tense cheeks, occasionally hitting the boy's testicles. With a deep growl, the satyr grasped his eager pole, lining it up with his victim's entrance.

Grabbing hold of Zain's throat with the same hand, Krates propped himself up on the other, raising the boy's torso up with him, pressing him against his chest like precious property. With a powerful thrust, the hot, wet tip of his pole pushed itself against the boy's hole and both of them knew that the tender muscle would not last long against the sheer force of the elder's lust.

After a few drawn-out moments, Krates' burning hot dick pushed its way inside the small boy's body, the other's hole stretching painfully tight around it. The satyr reared up and let out an animalistic scream of triumph and lust, his pulsating dick violating the young flesh below him. His hand let go of the boy's throat, causing him to drop to the ground, gasping for air. Before Zain could scream, Krates pressed him down with his heavy body, pushing the air out of the smaller's chest.

With low grunts Krates buried himself deep inside the boy's body, his hand now grasping Zain's hair, pushing his head down against the ground, while his other hand still supported the satyr's body. Without any restraint Krates' kept ramming himself into the violated boy, every of the slow but violent thrusts pressing Zain painfully against the alley's ground.

~ ~ ~

The massive body above him choked Zain's pained and panicked screams, muffling them to little more than a piteous whimper. His struggle had ebbed away long ago and waves of pain and despair rolled through his body. It was impossible for him to get away. He sobbed every time he felt the satyr force himself inside Zain, his body trembling at the searing pain. The few screams the breathless boy managed to give were drowned by the huge creature's roars and groans of lust.

After an eternity of slow, tearing thrusts, Krates' movements hastened. With heated grunts he pounded his pulsating pole harder and faster into Zain's tight, sore hole. Possessively, the satyr bit the younger's neck, savouring the boy's screams and sobs, relishing the ruthless way he was defiling the boy at his mercy. Sinking his teeth into the younger's tender flesh, Krates gave a lust-filled roar, ramming his pole deeply into the torn hole as his twitching dick released his hot semen inside the boy.

With a content grunt, Krates pulled out in a quick motion, a huge load of semen spilling out of the boy's soiled body. The satyr chuckled huskily as he got to his feet, dragging Zain up with him as he still held the boy by his hair. To support him, as the little guy's legs did not seem to carry Zain's weight, Krates held him by his throat, releasing his hair to use his now free hand to insert a huge middle finger into the boy's sore hole. Getting it up to Zain's face, Krates smeared the boy's lips with semen and blood, greedily kissing him to taste it.

Zain gave a choked sob and tried to turn his head away. He felt the satyr's juice run down his thighs, his body shaking from the burning, throbbing pain he still felt. Revulsion made his stomach cramp as the satyr's tongue rubbed against his lips, his breath mixing with Zain's. The boy could only hope Krates was satisfied enough to let him go. Zain would never think of this day again, he would push this from himself and lock the memory away in some dark corner of his mind to never be stirred again.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Seventh Scent", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "6", "views": "814" }