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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Character(s), Hybrids, Male_Homosexuality, Shota, Clothed_Sex,
      Orgasm_Control, Creampie
  Series:
      Part 3 of Zodiac_Characters
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-13 Chapters: 1/21 Words: 2281
****** Greek Zodiac ******
by IE_(Innocent_eyeS)
Summary
     Step 3. Sexually explicit scenes based on original characters.
     Chapters are separate scenes, and appear in the order listed under
     Part 2: Zodiac Scene Outlines.
                                 Battering_Ram
     Sunlight shines bright in the eastern sky, its warmth bearable in the open
field where grass and brush still hide the cool ground in their dense shade. A
boulder rises from the sea of vert, sculpted flat by the elements, and upon it
a creature appearing as a man reclines to bask in the morning sun. His torso,
back and arms are almost copper in skin, rough and worn with the virility of
his years. A mop of brown hair hangs loose and unkempt from his upheld head,
his shoulders and neck propped upon strong arms by which he leans back to grant
his chest a perfect angle with the rising sun.
     His chest, a shag carpet of lighter hair, though its strands course with
gentle waves to obscure nearly wholly the chiseled features of his manly front.
A full beard almost seamlessly connects the hair of his scalp with that beneath
his chin, if only visually melding the two shades of their thatch. His
cheekbones high and sharp, his eyelids shut as he relaxes in the silent breeze
that sends tickling streams through his hairs as though they were imitating the
surrounding grasses.
     His human form is exemplified in clothing, a pair of pants decently
covering his lower half, leading to bare feet curiously free of hair. Above,
his thick mat is tucked away with wiry strays displaying their unrest, while
beneath the base of his spine buds a feline tail, golden in color leading to
the earthy tuft upon its end, loosely draping over the rock.
     Movement in the distance catches his eye, draws his focus to the pale
green blades swaying erratically against the gentle wind. Occasional flashes of
brown gain his curiosity, and he heaves a sigh before claiming a smile. A
stretch of his shoulders and a twist of his neck prepares him for the hunt,
slipping himself off his seat and into the seclusion of the grass beneath. He
crawls along the ground, back muscles flexing as he begins to stalk his prey,
taking great care in the placement of each hand as he parts the foliage about
his body. There, up ahead, the witless kid, rolling about in the dirt; what a
perfect position to be met in.
     Just the moment Aries was certain he'd heard something, it was too late
for him to avoid being pounced by the larger male, pinning first an arm and
then his neck as a knee came pressing down against his lap. The gruff lion eyed
that sleek form with the same smile that found him earlier. From the hair upon
the ram's head and scraggly whiskers dangling from his chin, to his bare-chest
and pants combination, the boy appeared just as his predator. Even the dirt
which his fair skin had collected in tumbling granted him a darker shade than
he truly was.
     The weak struggle he gave was a slight disappointment, however, as though
it were all too easy. Less fun for the playful lion, it seemed. At least he
would begin to beg in word.
     "Please," his crushed voice escaped, fearing the worst from this attack,
"let me go."
     "Let you go?" Leo laughed. "And why should I do that?" He loosened his
grip on the other's throat, but kept his shoulder pinned.
     "I'm not looking for trouble," his healing windpipe uttered, unsure what
else he could offer as a reason.
     "And do I look like trouble to you? Hah, my dear boy, you flatter me. Is
that what you're playing at?" His head tilted and eyes narrowed, peering closer
as the other showed fear to meet his glare.
     "I-I'm sure I d-don't know what you mean," came the uneasy response, the
ram's heart racing through his pulse.
     Leo chuckled again, now adoring the fear he sensed. "Naive, are we? Well,
there are ways around that as well. A little force, a little fun. That's my
motto, anyway," he grinned. The lion pushed down upon the boy's shoulders,
gaining a grunt as he did so, then fell back to sit beside, with one leg raised
and the other bowed out.
     The ram rolled side to side, groaning to be freed, though he knew it could
not be over yet. Still, he weighed his chance of escape, and when he was
certain the lion had given a lapse of attention, he turned himself about and
climbed to his knees, preparing at last to dart away. But a wide hand gripped
his ankle and held him back, even pulled him down to land flat with his face in
the dirt.
     "Really, now, where was the sense in that?" Leo teased while picking at
his fingernails.
     Aries didn't answer, only continued to tug his leg in an attempt to slip
free, but to no avail. The feline barely fought to keep his grip, though his
peripherals had noticed the short tail at his backside, and beneath it, the
delicate crack revealed by hip-hugging jeans. As he shifted his spine and
twisted about, even turned over once more in an effort to pry at the clutching
grasp, the boy was not helping his position, for the lines leading beneath his
waist were rousing a greater beast.
     His captor responded to that effect. "You must realize, you're only making
this worse for yourself."
     The boy only grunted in reply, still wriggling small fingers around the
digits that gripped his ankle tight. Finally, he gave up the effort and decided
to kick his free leg upon the other's wrist.
     Leo sighed and moved to wrap his other hand about that ankle, now with
arms crossed and both legs bound. "I've warned you, boy," he'd reply, and
twisted his arms in an alternate tug and push to force the kid around once
again. Then, he motioned to pin both ankles within one grasp as he pulled
himself up and simultaneously pressed his hand downward against the small
buttocks. Groans were all that answered his actions, and as that proud hand
tugged that rough material downward, neither were yet surprised where this was
going.
     A pull of the boy's body along the ground straightened his legs some as
Leo's longest digit explored between his tight hold and searched out the nook
he sought. Without a moment's delay, he pierced the barrier, explaining himself
as he pried at it. "You've forced my hand, dear boy. Now my hand shall force
you," he ended with a pleasant sort of huff, bringing out his finger before
parting the muscle again.
     But Aries was not so alarmed by this. In fact, where whines would be
expected, even pleas or tears, he instead yielded sighs and gasps. His knees
bent as one, not as though he were trying to separate his bonds. His hands,
though fully free, remained at either side of his head, uselessly gripping
tufts of grass; his tail was upright, stiff as his clenching cheeks, the only
part of him which delighted to resist the onslaught. And around in front,
pointing into the ground beneath a layer of denim, his childish hard-on
responded to arousal.
     "What's this? No more begging?" Leo was perplexed by this seeming shift in
character. "Or do words escape you, my pet?" His finger delved a little deeper,
hooking into the warming folds and peeling the hole upward toward his tail. The
slick finger curled out and pressed against a cheek as he gave the boy a moment
of rest.
     "Please," came the whispered thought, with little breath behind it.
     "Ah, so you do wish release. But you no longer struggle for it. Is that
how it is? You ask my permission?" The man loosed his hold on Aries, slowly,
testing his motives as he started to retract his hands.
     "No," the half-whisper stopped him. "Please..."
     "Please what, my dear? Let's hear it."
     Aries pulled a hand in, hiding a blush as he looked over his shoulder and
caught eye-contact with the older male. "Please...don't stop," he uttered.
     Leo's brow raised at this, wholly unexpecting the request. He did not need
to be told twice, but neither did he return that finger to its crevice; he
simply clutched the boy's waistline at the rear and thus heaved the lighter
creature upon his knees. Himself rising up as he'd shoved the waistline
lower—content to keep those jeans snug around the young body—Leo unfastened his
own trousers to free his rapidly growing shaft and press its bulbous head
against the boy's ass, a hand upon his backside and thumb beneath his tail to
grant him the leverage needed to slip into that tight opening.
     Breath caught and eyes winced shut, fists tightening and tail erect as the
young thing made a show of the stress which was gladly forced upon him now.
Unlike the digit which had driven inward like a nail, this thicker tool chafed
his boyish cheeks, pressed close by his stretching waistline. "It seems the
body is not as willing as the mind," the lion laughed. His thumb at the boy's
back began to part one buttock as his other hand came to grip the other and
peel it aside; then he spat into the cleavage and danced his prick through the
spot of lubricant before forcing it downward once more to gain at last a
suitable depth.
     "There, my pet. I've got you now. Is this what you've wanted all along?"
The warmth of the one upon the other's entrance finally increased tenfold with
the sudden slip of that weakening ring accepting the plum within heated
interior, still too rough and tight to grant much headway.
     The kid's jaw dropped and with it a loud sigh, eyes soft in their focus as
the tip squeezed its way forward, leading on the more rigid shaft which now
continued to press steadily onward. A mere inch inside, the lion took his
chances and thrust himself into the boy, and the boy into the ground, hands
migrating along Aries's sweat- and dirt-stained skin, clutching either hip to
meet his blows. Never a backward motion, Leo was determined to give this ram
just what he'd wanted.
     No complaints came to his ears, though tightness ever offered an equal
sentiment. "You do not...get this treatment often, I see," Leo spoke amidst his
own forceful grunts. "No matter. I rather enjoy a challenge now and then."
Finally, the older male would begin to drag his hips away, the clutch upon his
skin rolling it over himself before allowing it the slight friction of escape.
"Don't worry. I'll not...ruin this hole for others." He now pressed more
rapidly inward, slamming his body into the other's buttocks in a thrust that
bumped the boy's prick roughly against the ground. "I'll be...sure to
make...this quick."
     Heaving grunts falling from above as a hand lands behind Aries's head,
were answered from below as full weight of the larger shoved himself to and
fro, more in control of the smaller's body as a seeming extension of his own.
Aries struggled to at least soften each blow, grant them more give, hold his
legs steady. As it was, Leo's shaft was ever wrapped in a warm gut, barely
rubbing against it more than an inch in either direction. It was a slow grind
for them both, yet for each the sensuality of the bottom's position allowed
their libido to surge.
     The ram was the first to lose composure, his lusts having burned since
before that finger prodded him. His tailhole loosened in the fractional moment
before his climax, loins melting in the flush of heat before they cinched
around the penetrating offender in their tightest hold yet. Leo felt this
alternating twitch but continued to pound his way through it, seeking instead
the rhythm he had discovered thus far. Aries was made all the weaker by it, his
mind passing in and out of a faint as his hardened stick jabbed repeatedly into
that spot beneath him. An ejaculation begged released from his taint, and each
pump broke his consciousness, yet a drop could not escape.
     The continuing motions of the older dragged through the younger's orgasm
'til throbbing pulse migrated up to his head. His moment passed, and though the
urge remained its workload was now reset. Leo drove his thrusts lower to the
ground, flicking the denim waistband against his base and humping the boy more
rapidly now as his climax arose to take them both by surprise. One's back
arched upward while the other curved over him, huffing his quick breath before
driving a final slam inward, the explosion backfiring out of the tight space in
several sticky bursts, each accompanied by the satisfied groan of the elder
creature.
     Leo tugged himself free as the half-conscious kid shuddered beneath him;
he squeezed out a final leaking squirt of his load and drizzled it pleasantly
around the boy's buttocks. "There," he cooed as he fixed Aries's jeans back up
his narrow body, "you're free to go now, my delightful plaything." He tucked
his messy shaft into the crotch of his pants once more as the boy slowly began
to pull his own weight upon his elbows, turning half over as he lifted a knee.
Allowed to leave, yet his body still ached with the need for another kind of
release. As he pushed himself up to sit—the drippings in his groin making him
blush—he looked his master over once more, but was never again granted
acknowledgment. Instead, the man rose to his feet and sighed with a stretch. He
looked to the sky and uttered, "It's almost midday," and without another
thought, he paced off into the field.
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