Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/493061.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 2 of Equus_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-13 Words: 8068
****** Consort of Equus ******
by alycat
Summary
     Even though Jensen is getting stronger, coming close to immortality
     with each time he spend with his god, there are still forces that try
     to come in the way of him and Equus.
Notes
     Original warnings and notes from Livejournal:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - bestiality, underage, horse
     god!Jared, public sex, exhibitionism, angst, h/c.
-¤-
Jensen looked around the rather big cottage, taking in all the things he hadn't
really noticed when Jared had carried him there the night before, too focused
on his god to even think about what happened beyond the feel of the huge
horse's muscles flexing between his thighs on the way there. Later, all
thoughts had disappeared when big hands wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him
until he was collapsed in the middle of the bed, a sweaty mess with both their
come staining his body.
Seeing the cottage in full daylight was a completely different thing and it was
with careful steps that he walked over the worn wooden floors towards the open
fireplace and the padded bench in front of it, so covered in cushions that it
was barely visible.
"Does it suit you?"
Jensen spun around, wincing slightly as the quick motion reminded him of the
night's activities but he tried to hide his discomfort from the tall man
standing in in the doorway to the sleeping area, holding away the drapery that
separated it from the rest of the cottage.
"I didn't know of this place," he admitted. "Has it always been here?"
"Yes and no," Jared said, stepping into the room. "Give it time and you will
remember, we lived in this spot once, but there was no house then."
"What if I never remember?" Jensen asked, swallowing down the fear that
something like that might happen.
"You're already remembering," Jared said. "The more times I'm in you, the more
will come back, the more times I fill you up the stronger you will be until you
turn immortal."
"Yours forever," Jensen said, his gaze falling to the ground to try and hide
the smile on his lips.
"You've always been mine, beloved," Jared said and Jensen felt the heat of the
man's body radiate against his own back, surprised because he hadn't heard the
man move.
Strong hands landed on his hips and he found himself tugged backwards against
the horse god's chest, the smell of the man overwhelming despite the night they
had spent together and Jensen relaxed back against the man's strong chest
without really thinking about it.
"We lived here?" Jensen asked after a few long minutes.
"We did," Jared confirmed. "They set up this gorgeous tent for us, woven
blankets and soft pillows to rest on. And it was ours and ours alone."
"What was my name back then?" Jensen asked, turning around to look at the god,
feeling his power like tendrils under the man's skin.
"You didn't have one," Jared said, nuzzling against the soft skin of Jensen's
neck. "You were one of the priests of Equus, and as such you had forsaken your
given name. My name for you was always beloved."
Jensen nodded slightly at that, feeling relieved that Jared didn't think of him
with another name but he wondered if the man longed for another version of him,
all those lifetimes ago when he wasn't Jensen.
"Never," Jared breathed against his neck. "And no, I can't really read your
mind. But you're... projecting your distress quite loudly. I don't care what
body you're in, you're still my beloved, my mate."
The words of reassurance had Jensen smiling and he turned his head back to
allow the human god to capture his mouth in a deep kiss, lips sliding together
until Jensen felt heat rise in his belly and despite the aches of his body he
wanted to return to the bedroom.
"I think you need some food, beloved," Jared said, smiling against his lips.
"You are still human, I would not have you starving in my care."
"This place has food?" Jensen said in surprise, looking around the place.
"This was supposed to be your home as my consort," Jared said and looked around
the cottage. "When you weren't riding the plains with me. I think you will find
some food in the kitchen area."
When Jared pulled away Jensen missed the contact right away, but his belly was
aching with its need for food so with a low sigh he set about to explore what
had been left for him by the tribes, all the time feeling Jared's eyes on him.
-¤-
The small cottage was nestled in between the trees, a canopy of green above and
a small, barely visible path leading between the trees and out to the plains
that the tribes called their home. It had taken Jensen a few days before he
realized that they were in the parts of the forest that no one ever visited,
the part where their god was said to live.
"I don't," Jared said when they walked down the narrow path. "When I'm not with
the tribes, I'm on the plains, I don't like being here without you."
Jensen smiled when they stepped out from the cover of green and into almost
shockingly bright sunlight. It was the first day they had ventured from the
cottage but as they days had passed Jensen had noticed a nervous energy within
his god and when he finally dared to ask about it the human god told him about
missing to run the plains. So they stood at the edge of the great plains as
Jensen watched the way Jared's muscles moved under his skin when he stretched
up against the sky before rolling his hips and sliding from human form to his
powerful true form. The sight of the big horse had Jensen's mouth go dry and he
swallowed thickly when the horse knelt down in front of him, turning around to
look at Jensen.
Climb up, beloved. Let me show you my world.
Jensen put one leg over Jared's broad back, feeling warm skin and hard muscles
between his thighs when the god stood up, shifting his weight back and forth
between he took a few steps forward, picking up speed with each step.
Hold on.
It was all the warning Jensen got before the huge stallion was moving, the
speed enough for the world around them to blur and Jensen leaned forward,
burying his hands in Jared's thick mane.
Days of Jared filling him up, of pleasure so intense that it left Jensen a
sated mess, but it wasn't like feeling the muscles of his god move underneath
him while Jensen rode him across the plains. The strength of his god was more
apparent than it ever was when he was in his human form and Jensen was more
focused on the body beneath his than the green of the plains, the flowers
adding splashes of color.
"How... oh, Jared... Equus... How far from home are we?" he asked, not aware of
how long they had been running.
For a human, it would probably take a day to reach this far.
Jensen gasped at the obvious proof that the horse beneath him was so much more
than any other Jensen had ever straddled. Even though the Caballus tribe had
abandoned their nomad life many generations ago, the only ones of the tribes
not living out on the plains, Jensen was still raised on horse back but he
doubted he would ever appreciate the small, sturdy ponies again. Not when he
knew the feeling of Equus moving beneath him, the breathtaking speed they could
move in.
Need a rest?
It was tempting to say no, to stay where he was and just let Jared keep moving,
muscles stretching underneath him, but Jensen was still human and he did need a
break.
"Don't shift," he said when they slowed down and Jensen slid down from the
horse's back. "I want to see you like this. I still can't..."
Equus didn't answer, but the huge horse rested his muzzle against Jensen's head
and breathing out a deep gush of air that made Jensen shiver. He raised his
hands to move them over the horse's slightly sweat damp skin, tracing the line
where the brown of his flanks gave way to the snowy white of his belly. Jensen
couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was allowed to touch, that Equus
was his mate as much as he belonged to the god, it was a heady feeling that
made him bite back a moan when he felt strong muscles move beneath the skin.
Beloved...
There was a warning to the word, but Jensen didn't listen, didn't want anything
to come between him and his god, not when it was just the two of them
surrounded by miles and miles of the wide plains, no one to disturb. He moved
his fingers down, sliding over the skin of the horse's belly and he felt a
shiver run through the huge body in front of him. Jared's breathing changed,
turning heavy and a deep whinnying made Jensen suddenly aware of how his hands
had been drifting backwards without him even realizing it. His gaze flickered
up to meet Jared's, dark eyes looking at him. Neither of them spoke and Jensen
was about to pull his hands away when Jared moved forward, huge horse body
brushing against Jensen's much smaller frame and Jensen gasped when he felt
something slick and heated brush over his hand.
"Equus," he whimpered. "May I?"
I'm yours to touch my beloved. Do you want me to change?
Jensen thought about it for a moment before he let his gaze fall down to where
the impossibly big length of Jared's cock was brushing over his fingers and the
sight alone was enough for Jensen to make up his mind.
"No, I want you like this," Jensen said and turned one hand to grasp around the
huge cock.
He whimpered slightly when he realized that his hand was too small to reach all
the way around and he had to use his other hand as well, stroking carefully
while trying to see what his god would think about the touch. The horse let out
a low grunting sound, the most animalistic sound that he'd ever heard and for
some reason that had Jensen's own cock twitch in the confines of his soft
breeches, making him realize just how hard he already was, the feel of his god
under the tip of his fingers stronger than any aphrodisiac.
Jensen leaned down beside the big stallion, wanting to see as his hands moved
around the hard length where it hang heavy below Jared's belly, the darker skin
of the horse's erection a stark contrast to Jensen's own pale hands.
Mate. My beloved consort. You don't have to do anything...
"But I want to," Jensen said without a seconds hesitation. "This, getting to
touch the real you, there's nothing I want more."
A wave of comfort washed over him and Jensen remembered their first night
together, the intimacy so much more intense with just the two of them
surrounded by the true home of Equus. Taking a deep breath his senses was
filled with a strong, musky scent mingled together with the dry smell of grass
and dirt and it made Jensen feel safe at the same time as arousal coiled hot
and heavy in his belly. He leaned forward, cheek brushing against the smooth
curve of Equus' belly and Jensen sank down to his knees, moaning when the new
position placed the huge cock just in front of his face. Above him the big
stallion trembled, clearly fighting to stay still and Jensen took his time,
running fingers over the long cock, sliding them through the clear fluid
leaking from the tip. It felt different than Jared's human pre-come, less
sticky, and Jensen found himself wondering what it tasted like.
Leaning forward he heard a low whinny from Jared before his lips brushed over
the big cock, feeling the hot beating of the god's pulse beneath the skin and
it was enough to make Jensen moan and open his mouth to feel more. The slick
liquid painted across his lips and Jensen sucked at the head, letting his
tongue trace the contour of the cock while his hands worked along the stretch
of heated skin that he knew would never fit into his mouth.
I've missed your tongue on me, Jensen.
The words triggered a memory deep inside Jensen, of another time where he had
been on his knees for Equus, same intoxicating taste on his tongue but in his
vague memory he was more sure of himself because he knew his god would love his
touch. Realizing that he once had been able to please his god like that, the
urge to do more filled him and he took a firmer grip on Equus' thick cock,
tongue working around the head and the feel of the stallions hardness combined
with the emotions flowing between them had Jensen rock hard, close to orgasm
without even touching himself.
A grunting sound came from the great stallion and Jensen trembled with need as
he felt the head of Jared's cock flare out against his lips at the same time as
hot come spurted out, covering Jensen's face with a thin, clear liquid. He
could feel Jared's pleasure, thick and heavy where it washed over him and that,
together with the taste of Jared covering his face with come, had Jensen coming
hard with a sharp cry, orgasm tearing through him without him even having time
to push his soft breeches away.
Beloved, so perfect...
The loving touch of the god's mind made Jensen's pleasure soar even higher and
his vision faded away at the intensity until all that existed in the world was
him and Jared.
-¤-
Jensen stroked his fingers over the hard granite altar that sat in the middle
of the big clearing where he had first met Equus. There was something special
about being in that place, no one in sight but him since Jared was meeting with
the priests at one of the other holy locations on the further side of the great
plains. Memories flickered in Jensen's mind when he put both hands against the
sun warm stone, and he let out a low moan when he thought back to the last time
he had been there, and small sparks of memory of previous times so many years
ago.
More than five months with Jared and Jensen still had a hard time fully
understanding how truly blessed he was, that he was not only the consort he had
longed to be, but so much more. He looked down at the bucket with lukewarm
water at his feet and it was with a smile on his lips that he dipped a soft
cloth into the water and started cleaning the altar.
He thought about the upcoming ritual, the one that would mark six months since
the day he had stepped up to the same altar and offered himself to Jared. That
time it had been the priestesses cleaning the altar, but his position as Equus'
consort, as his mate, put him above all the others and he knew he should be the
one to prepare everything. The ceremony would change everything, he knew that,
could already feel the changes within himself from the time he had spent with
his god inside him. One last ritual, exactly six months and the change would be
complete, Jensen would turn immortal and nothing would be able to come between
him and Jared ever again.
Too focused on his work, on making sure everything was set for the ritual at
the end of the week, he never heard the people sneaking up on him, only saw
something move in the corner of his eye before strong arms grabbed him and
someone tied a blindfold over his eyes. Jensen opened his mouth to scream, even
though he knew there would be no one in hearing range, but something was pushed
into his mouth to keep him silent and his hands were tied hard behind his back,
making it impossible for him to fight back.
"We got him, let's get out of here," he heard a voice say, accent strange and
foreign to his ears.
"Shouldn't we kill him here and now?" another voice answered and the words sent
a cold shiver down Jensen's spine.
"No!" a third voice rang out, full of authority. "You know the deal, if he
simply dies he will be re-born, we need to perform the ritual to ban him from
this world completely. That will toss his god into madness and the Equus tribes
will fall along with their stallion."
Screaming into the gag Jensen thrashed against his restraints without actually
accomplishing anything more than hard rope cutting into his wrists hard enough
for him to feel the coppery smell of blood in the air.
"Feisty one," a man said. "Too bad we couldn't get to him earlier, the stories
say that the one our ancestors killed all those years again was too weak to
ever fight back."
With that Jensen felt himself being hoisted up and getting dragged after the
strangers, mind reeling when he realized that these were men from the same
tribe that had once killed the consort. Had once killed him. And just like that
time the men had managed to get to him when Equus was a far way off, but unlike
that time he wouldn't be killed right away. It was not much for comfort but it
was all he had.
A strong, familiar smell filled his nostrils when he was lifted up and thrown
over the back of a horse, all air being pushed out of his lungs at the rough
treatment but he bit down around the gag in his mouth, refusing to give them
the pleasure of hearing his discomfort, instead he focused on the only person
that could help him. He didn't even know if it was a possibility, but he really
did have nothing to lose so he tried to open his mind wide and tossed screamed
thoughts out, hoping that Equus would be able to hear him.
Jared! I need you, they came for me. They will kill me. Equus, save me!
He pushed the thoughts out time and time again while his kidnappers got their
horses in motion, taking him away from the clearing, towards the place where
they planned to take him from Equus forever.
Minutes blended together and Jensen lost all track of time as it passed, all he
felt was the movements of the strong horse beneath him and the wind hitting his
skin. All he could think of was the bond deep fear and the desperate longing
for Jared to come for him. His eyes burned with un-shed tears but even with the
blindfold over his eyes he didn't want to give his captors the pleasure of
seeing him break down.
"This one seems stubborn, "one of the men commented dryly. "I had expected more
tears and sobbing."
"Not after six months," the man that Jensen thought was the leader said. "He
had been given strength from copulating with that pony of his. He's barely
human anymore, it's not natural!"
Several voices spoke out their agreement and Jensen realized that there were
more people around him than he had first thought and once he forced himself to
listen more carefully to the sounds of heavy hoofs against grass and dirt he
thought he could count at least ten horses surrounding him. He tried to block
out the sound of voices around him, focusing on his inner cries for help but he
knew that even with Jared's inhuman speed it would take him time to cross the
vast plains of the Equus tribe. Time that Jensen wasn't sure he would actually
have to spare.
-¤-
The smell of fire stung his nose, thick and heavy and he was sure that had he
not still been blindfolded the smoke would sting his eyes. People moved around
him but no one was speaking, sometimes he heard a low murmur in the distance
but never anything loud enough for him to really be able to figure out what was
happening more than the fact that they were preparing for something.
Suddenly a sharp, scratching sound rang out and Jensen's blood turned to ice
when he realized it was the sound of a blade being sharpened, hard grind of
metal against stone and he had to bite back around a low whimper.
"Get him tied up," he heard a voice call out and it was the only warning he got
before someone grabbed his bound arms and tugged him to his feet.
Pain shot through his body from the sudden strain on his shoulders but he
refused to make a sound in protest, instead he screamed on the inside, pleading
for Jared. He felt the restraints being loosened but before he could feel even
a glimmer of a hope his arms were pulled up and apart and he found himself
bound once more. The new position put his hands high and wide enough for his
toes to barely brush the ground and his muscles burned within moments.
"Let us start the ritual," a man called out. "Remove the blindfold."
Jensen blinked at the light when the blindfold fell away and he realized that
more time must have passed than he had thought because the night was dark
around him apart from the fires casting their flickering light around a small
clearing. He found himself bound in the very middle, people surrounding him on
all sides but if he had hoped for someone to be on his side that hope fell away
when he could read hatred in every eye he met.
"More than a thousand years ago, our ancestors tried to free the world of the
damned Equus by taking his mate away from him," a tall, blond man said as he
stepped up in front of Jensen. "They failed then but our tribes have waited and
now we finally have the opportunity to do it right."
He turned and locked hard, grey gaze on Jensen, mouth twisting with disgust and
a part of Jensen wanted to shy away but he forced himself to stay still despite
the hard ropes making it hard for him to keep his balance. The man took a step
closer and Jensen's looked down to see a long, wicked looking knife in his
hand, he could feel the blood drain from his face.
"Done right, this ritual will ban the consort from this world for good," the
man continued. "It will make the horse god fall, and his people with him."
Around the clearing people cheered and Jensen bit down hard around the gag
keeping him silent, wanting to protest them, or even plead for his life, for
Jared's life. He had always known that there were tribes out there that hated
the strong Equus tribes, but he knew that he had lived a protected, almost
secluded, life in his preparation to be Equus' consort, he had never expected
their hatred to be that strong.
"The day the tribes of Equus falls, that day our time comes and we can leave
these barren lands, claim the great plains for us. And the first step is to
kill the consort, for good."
With that he turned around and put the edge of the knife at the hollow of
Jensen's throat, pressing enough for the sharp edge to prick the skin and
Jensen hissed in a sharp breath at the pain, regretting it when he saw a hard
smile on the man's lips.
"I'm gonna bleed you," he said in a low tone. "Spill your blood drop by drop,
all these symbols I need to carve into your skin, I have to be careful after
all. Don't want to make any mistakes."
The smile was a cruel twist of his mouth and Jensen had to bite back another
whimper when the man dragged the knife down to slice through the soft fabric of
Jensen's tunic, cutting it into pieces until the last remnants fell to the
ground. Jensen shivered when the night air hit his already cold skin but the
second shiver that ran through him was one of fear when the man once more
pressed the knife against Jensen's skin.
"Your blood will fall to the ground," the man said. "And this will mark the
beginning of a new era."
The knife cut deeper that time and Jensen couldn't stop himself; he screamed
out loud, making the gag fall from his mouth and the sound of his despair
seemed to trigger something in the people around him because a new wave of
cheers rang out int he clearing. Each time the knife cut into his skin it was
with a well thought out plan, drawing patterns into Jensen's skin.
He screamed time and time again when the knife cut extra deep, thrashing
against his restraints even though he knew it was futile. Trying to block the
pain away he focused inside himself but that was almost worse because he was
sure he could feel the strength drain away with each cut of the knife.
Then suddenly everything else faded away when a wave of emotions crashed over
him, such a powerful mix of anger, love, need and hatred that it made him
almost pass out before he realized what it meant. His head snapped up and he
looked around the clearing but the emotions had reached him before any sound
could carry and for a few long moments all he heard was the ragged sound of his
own breathing before a thunderous sound echoed through the night. In front of
him the man with the knife paled visibly and the knife fell to the ground with
a clatter a split second before someone screamed.
"You will regret this," Jensen managed to wheeze out before the big stallion
crashed through the trees and into the gathered people in the clearing.
All the months spent with Jared, both in human and in horse form, had done
nothing to prepare Jensen for seeing the god like this. Hoofs met human bodies
with the crunching sound of breaking bones and Jensen's mouth fell open at the
pure power radiating from the horse god, a shimmer surrounding his body and
Jensen realized just how much Equus must have held back around him. There was
no restraints in that moment though, the emotions that tangled with Jensen's
own was all focused on revenge, on hurting those who dared to hurt his mate.
"Equus," Jensen called out, voice ringing surprisingly loud even over the
screams from the enemy tribe.
The stallion spun around to face him and when he made to move towards Jensen
the other tribe scrambled to get out of the way, people running for the trees
to get away. Each step closer seemed to give Jensen new strength and he felt
himself smile despite the throbbing pain from the cuts on his body. When
Jared's gaze fell on the wounds Jensen heard the horse huff out a deep breath
before he shimmered and turned into his human form.
"Beloved," Jared said and he wrapped one strong arm around Jensen's waist to
lift him up, releasing the strain on his shoulders and Jensen sobbed out in
relief. "Let me..."
He reached out and grabbed the strong rope with his free hand and with a hard
tug he made the rope break and had it not been for Jared's arm around him
Jensen was sure he would have crashed to the ground, instead the human god
lowered him carefully to the ground but only after pressing a quick kiss to
Jensen's dry lips.
"I will get you home soon," he promised. "But first I have something to..."
The words were interrupted by a flash of metal where the leader had once more
managed to get his hand on the knife and he raised it high in the air before
thrusting it against Jared. Jensen saw the powerful aura shimmer, turning the
white tips of Jared's hair almost luminous, and the knife stopped before it
could even reach his body.
"You are the one behind this idea," Jared said and it was a statement, not a
question. "The one that planned to kill my chosen one."
"More than kill," Jensen said, wrapping his arms around his legs, curling in on
himself even when the wounds on his body made pain shot through him. "They
meant to part us, forever. The ritual was..."
He didn't get further before a low growl left Jared's throat and his whole
being seemed to swell, growing taller and more intimidating by the second and
Jensen felt his eyes go wide with shock. Seeing Jared like that, power at full
display, he was for the first time met with the real Equus, a being that was in
every inch a god.
"You planned to banish him? Banish his soul?" Jared asked in a voice that was
deadly calm. "Tell me your name."
The blond man stared up at the god towering above him and the hand still
holding the knife was trembling, Jensen couldn't tell if it was because the man
wanted to drop it or was still struggling against the power that prevented him
from stabbing Jared.
"Anthony," the man gasped out, the name coming out like it was forced.
"Anthony," Jared repeated calmly, speaking above the pained groan from the
injured tribes people. "You're not gonna see the light of the morning. Jensen,
close your eyes."
"No," Jensen answered quickly. "I want to see."
Jared looked up then, brown eyes meeting his and he saw hesitation flicker in
the god's eyes and when Jensen pushed himself up to his feet Jared took a step
closer, one hand landing on the bloodied skin of Jensen's hip to steady him.
"Beloved, are you sure?"
Jensen looked up at the god in front of him, and standing so close he could
feel the power radiating from Jared, pushing away the pain that Jensen was in.
He looked down at the man on the ground and for a moment he thought about
asking Jared to forgive the man but he knew that the god wouldn't even consider
it. If he was honest with himself he wouldn't feel safe knowing that the man
was alive either.
"I need to see it," he said, trying to sound stronger than he felt.
Or I wont feel safe again.
At those unspoken words Jared's eyes went soft for the flicker of a moment but
then he turned to the man on the ground and with a lightning quick motion he
had grabbed the long knife from the man's hand and Jensen saw it flash with the
light of the fires and the torches surrounding them.
"No!" Anthony cried out.
Jared didn't even flinch when he buried the knife deep in the man's chest,
forcing a wet gurgling sound from the man's lips before he collapsed on the
ground. For a moment Jensen wondered if he should be terrified or disgusted but
all he felt was safe when Jared stood tall in front of the few remaining
enemies.
"If I ever catch a single one of you raising a hand towards my mate, I will
hunt you down until your tribe is extinct," Jared said in a steely voice that
rang out loud in the clearing. "That isn't a threat, it's a promise. Take your
dead and injured and leave. Now!"
The last word was a whiplash, hard sound that had the remaining people
scrambling to obey the command but Jensen didn't have eyes for them, all he
could think of was Jared wrapping strong arms around him and holding him
tightly pressed against his strong body until it only was the two of them left
in the clearing.
Only then did Jensen allow himself to break down into hard sobs.
-¤-
The marks were vivid red against his pale skin and Jensen pulled his shirt back
down to cover the cuts and bruises once more, not wanting to see what the men
had done to his body.
"Beloved."
He felt Jared's hand against his back and he leaned back against it but when
the man moved to push one hand under the shirt Jensen stopped it.
"No," he said quietly. "I don't want you to see me like this."
"Jensen, the ritual is tonight," Jared said and pressed a kiss into Jensen's
hair. "You will have to show yourself, not only to me but to the tribes."
That was something that Jensen didn't want to think about, even though he knew
it was something that couldn't be avoided.
"I'm not sure I can," Jensen said and tangled his fingers together with
Jared's. "They will see the marks. Will see how...weak I am."
Suddenly he found himself spun around to face Jared and the man's eyes was full
of pain and sadness when he looked down at Jensen, the white tips of his hair
almost shimmering in a way that Jensen knew meant that Jared was struggling to
keep his powers at bay.
"You're not weak," Jared said with a fervor. "You kept it together and you did
the only thing you could do."
"Cry for help," Jensen muttered and hid his face against Jared's chest.
"Yes," Jared said. "You don't understand how amazing that was of you, the
strength it took for you to reach me over all that distance."
The words soothed away some of the pain but when Jensen shifted and when the
movement tugged at the healing wounds he winced and clung close to Jared.
"I want to do the ritual," Jensen whispered. "I just wish they wouldn't have to
see me like this."
"These marks will fade away," Jared said with conviction. "And trust me, with
you spread out naked on that altar, no one will be looking at the marks."
The words had heat pooling deep in Jensen's belly and when Jared cupped one big
hand under his chin, tilting his head back he went willingly and let Jared
claim his mouth until he was gasping for air, head spinning with lax of oxygen
as well as arousal.
"After this night, no one will ever hurt you again," Jared breathed against his
lips.
-¤-
The flickering light of the torches made Jensen want to back away, but that
wasn't really an option when he was straddled across Equus' broad back as the
god walked the two of them into the clearing, all eyes of the tribes locked to
them.
Do not worry, beloved. Things will turn out right.
Jensen struggled to not let emotions show on his face but his insides was in
turmoil, fear and worry as well as love and longing tangled together so tightly
that he couldn't tell them apart. He held his gaze locked ahead, looking at the
altar that was once more padded and covered with soft velvet, all of it to make
it more comfortable for him and that made some of his fear fade away.
You and me, forever?
Just like it was always meant to be. I've waited a thousand years for you, I'm
not letting you go now I finally have you back.
The possessive words made a small smile play at Jensen's lips, pushing his
spirits high enough for him to be able to slide down from Equus' back once they
were inside the circle of torches that surrounded the altar just like it had
six months earlier. He forced himself to stand tall and face the tribes as
Equus pushed his muzzle against Jensen's shoulder and huffed out a deep breath
before he took a step back and let the transformation ripple through him.
As always, Jared was naked when he appeared in his human form and Jensen forgot
all about being scared when Jared stepped up beside him, tall frame pushing
against Jensen's side when they faced the tribes and then Jared let their
fingers tangle together.
"I greet you, children of Equus," Jared said with a voice that seemed to echo
around the clearing. "Me and my consort stand in front of you on this night
that mark six months since our first true meeting."
The silence lay heavy over the clearing, no one speaking of fear to block out
anything Equus was saying and Jensen wasn't even sure all of them were
breathing.
"I have my beloved back at my side, even though they attempted to take him away
from me."
At that a low murmur filled the clearing, angry voices speaking up to beg to be
allowed to kill everyone of the tribe that had kidnapped Jensen.
"No," Jared said and that was enough to make them all fall silent once more.
"The man that lead them is dead, fallen on the knife he had planned for Jensen.
We will not start a blood war over this. What we will do, is make sure no one
can ever do what they attempted."
A cheer rang out and Jensen squeezed down on Jared's hand, a small smile
tugging at his lips despite the fear he still felt coiling inside of him.
"Tonight, I plan to bind my consort to me forever, the way it was always meant
to be," Jared said. "Will you all accept him? Do you consider him worthy to
stand by my side?"
Jensen had known that question would be asked and he had dreaded it, scared of
someone objecting but those worries were soon put to rest because the cheers
that rang out in the clearing was deafening and it was obvious that the
Caballus tribe were those that cheered the loudest. Behind him he heard the
high priest and priestess step up, each of them reaching out for the robe that
still covered his body and it was only Jared's soothing presence in his mind
that prevented him from shying away from them. He looked down at the ground
when the robe was pulled off and he was left standing naked in front of all the
tribes, the night air chilly enough to make his skin pebble.
A silence fell over the clearing again but when he dared to look up he saw that
it was not a silence of pity or revulsion that he had feared, instead all the
tribes watched him with awe in their eyes, a naked longing that made the
remaining fear fade away and Jensen dared to smile at the tribes before his
gaze lifted to meet Jared's.
I told you, beloved. They love you, they want this for the both of us.
Jensen nodded and when Jared's big hand pushed at the small of his back, Jensen
went willingly until he was standing just beside the softly padded altar, hands
stroking over the velvety cover.
It is time.
Equus' voice rang out loud in his mind and it took a moment before Jensen
realized that the god has spoken out loud as well as with his thoughts, wanting
the tribes to know what was happening. Jensen nodded slightly before he pushed
himself up on the altar, forcing down a deep breath before he stretched out on
his back on the altar, legs falling on either side of it.
He watched in fascination as Jared reached for a small jar that stood beside
the altar and dipped one long finger into the red tinted paste that filled it.
Without saying a word he let his fingers trace patterns over Jensen's skin,
leaving red marks from the paste behind until they were much more visible than
the cuts had been and that made Jensen relax even more, practically melting
into the soft altar beneath him. Strong fingers stroked down over his thighs,
making Jensen's muscles tense at the tickling sensation and he felt his cock
slowly fill with blood as Jared's fingers play over his body until Jensen was
trembling, craving more than Jared was giving him.
Jared let the fingers of the hand he hadn't painted the patterns tangle with
Jensen's before he drew symbols that went from one hand to the next, tying the
two of them together until Jensen wasn't sure he would have been able to pull
away even if he had wanted to. Dipping his fingers into the last of the salve
Jared lifted his hand to brush over Jensen's lips before he pressed his fingers
to his own lips for the briefest of seconds.
Ready?
Jensen nodded, it was the only thing he could do. Until that very moment he
hadn't realized just how ready he was, how much he was craving what would
happen. Jared held Jensen's gaze while his hand fell down to the hard length of
his cock, stroking what remained of the salve over his heated skin and Jensen
couldn't hold back a low moan at the sight.
More than ready. Make me yours.
The white tips of Jared's hair shimmered like snow at those words and Jensen
watched as Jared got up on the altar as well, kneeling between Jensen's spread
legs. Big hands came down on Jensen's thighs, spreading his legs further and
Jensen forgot all about the tribes watching or the marks marring his skin, all
he focused on was the feel of Jared's skin against his and he pushed his hips
up when he felt the first brush of Jared's hard cock against his ass.
Just you and me, forever.
The words felt like a velvet soft touch against Jensen's mind and he let out a
low keening sound when Jared aligned himself and slowly started pushing inside.
Jensen was grateful for the prep Jared had given him earlier because even in a
human form his god was huge, stretching him wide apart and Jensen lifted his
legs to wrap them around Jared's waist to pull the god closer.
"Equus," Jensen moaned, his hands sliding up to grab at Jared's strong
shoulders, feeling the flex of muscles under the tips of his fingers.
When Jared was buried fully inside Jensen felt the slick slide of the salve
inside of him, intense tendrils of pleasure pulsing through his body from where
Jared was buried deep inside as well as where the salve was painted across his
skin. Big hands wrapped around his hips, pulling him up until Jensen's ass was
resting against the hard muscles of Jared's thighs, shoulders pushed down into
the softness of the altar. When Jensen looked up at the god knelt between his
legs, his mouth fell open when he saw that the white tips of his hair had gone
from shimmering to shining and his eyes were a whirlwind of colors and
emotions. What really got to Jensen was the aura of pure power emanating from
the god, pulsing with each thrust of Jared's cock deep inside Jensen.
"Mine," Jared said and pulled Jensen up fully, until he was seated on Jared's
lap the way he had been the first time they had been on the altar. "Always
mine."
His hands tangled with Jensen's again and Jensen could see the marks moving
over his skin, streaks of red that intertwined into new shapes, coiling between
them unlike anything Jensen had ever seen before. He tilted his head back to
meet Jared's gaze once more but before he could he felt a mouth cover his and a
strong arm around his waist that lifted him up before slamming him back down
hard enough for a cry to leave his lips.
Let go. I want to hear you, they want to hear you. I want each and every one to
know how good this is for you, how gorgeous you look like this. Beloved, only
mine. Everyone needs to know that you are mine, and that I am yours. I want to
see you lose it.
The command in his mind was so strong and powerful, more so than anything he
had felt before and Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared as well, clinging to
his body and he could feel the marks on his body shift and move to wrap around
the both of them. Sitting on Jared's lap like that, their bodies pressed close
together Jensen moaned when he felt the friction rubbing against his hard cock.
To his surprise he realized he wouldn't be able to last long, not with the
perfect pleasure of Jared inside him, hands roaming over his sweat slicked skin
and the weird sensation of the marks on his body moving, shaping around the
both of them.
Jared was kissing him deeply, tongue pushing in between Jensen's lips, tangling
with his in a way that only enhanced all other feelings until he felt like
every nerve ending in his body was on fire. Moans and whimpers were swallowed
up by the other man, licked straight from his lips and Jensen felt himself
shiver when Jared rolled his hips up, making the head of his cock drag against
that sensitive spot deep inside Jensen.
I love you.
The words pushed him over the edge and he threw his head back, crying out when
blinding hot pleasure seemed to explode through him. In the next second he felt
Jared shift below him, thick cock throbbing before he could feel Jared's come
filling him up, pulse after pulse making the slide smoother and slicker at the
same time as Jensen orgasm ripped through him so powerful it made everything
else fade away.
"Equus, love you," he gasped out and somewhere in the back of his mind it
registered that it was the first time he had said it out loud and not only in
his thoughts.
He didn't know if it was the orgasm, or the words he spoke out loud or simply
just the right moment but suddenly his whole body felt like it was on fire,
bright white light exploded through him and he couldn't tell if it was pleasure
or pain. When Jared pulled away, his cock sliding out of him with a wet sound,
it left Jensen trembling on top of the altar while the fire coursed through
him.
"Beloved," he heard Jared speak out next to him and when the god touched him
the hands felt almost cold against his heated skin. "It will soon be done, try
and relax."
When the fire started to fade away he slowly became aware of a soft wet cloth
being dragged over his skin, cleaning away the mess of salve, sweat and come on
his skin. With a last shiver Jensen went still, blinking up at the night sky
above before he turned his head to the side and saw Jared standing beside the
altar, no trace of the salve left on his body.
"Can you stand up?" he asked and there was a note of awe in his voice that
Jensen had never heard before.
With a small nod Jensen sat up and he let out a low gasp when he looked down at
his own body, pale skin a stark contrast to the dark velvet of the altar but
what got to him was how his skin looked; smoother than it ever had been before
and an almost luminous sheen to it. Slowly he slid down from the altar to stand
beside Jared and the god wrapped one arm around Jensen's waist before he pulled
Jensen to stand in front of him, facing the tribes.
"My consort has been made immortal," he said and Jensen could heard the pure
joy in his voice. "No one will ever be able to part us again. We stand before
you now as a unit, with him at my side the lands will prosper together with our
love. I thank you all for bringing him to me once more."
It was only when Jared's hands landed on his hips, stroking up over his belly
and chest that Jensen realized that all the marks his kidnappers had cut into
his body were gone, replaced by smooth skin and the last weight of his ordeal
faded away. In front of them the tribes were cheering and Jensen could feel his
cheeks turn pink when he saw that some people were crying openly.
I love you.
He chose to speak the words directly to Equus, surprised at how easy it was to
project his words and when the god answered his words were crystal clear in
Jensen's mind.
Always mine, beloved. You and me, forever.
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