The small tavern in Zanjan, Iran was noisier than Garuganto would have liked. He shifted in his seat and protectively pulled his backpack closer to him as the din of chattering townsfolk swirled around him. A boar acquaintance had told him his guide for the area would meet him at this bar, but after sitting there for almost forty minutes, Garu was losing patience. The bull lifted a glass of ice water from the table in front of him and took a gulp as he unbuttoned the second button of his khaki shirt. The heat in Iran this time of year was stifling, he had no idea how the locals managed to live in it without going insane. Just as he was starting to consider leaving, a thin, wiry, middle-aged wolf with in a t-shirt and jeans took the seat across the table from him. Garu pointedly glanced at his watch, but mostly for show.
“You’re late,” the bull said as he took another sip of his water.
“Perhaps, sir, but you seem to be enjoying your libations nevertheless,” the wolf replied. His Persian was very formal, typical of one who was speaking with a practical stranger. Garu placed the glass back on the table and reached into the backpack near his feet, pulling out a map, which he unrolled in front of the wolf.
“Your boar friend told me you could take me into the Zagros Mountains,” Garu said. “I need to go here.” He pointed to a small circled region in the north of the mountain range, near Lake Urmia.
The wolf nodded and scratched his chin. “I can guide you there, sir. I trust you have brought the appropriate payment?”
Garu nodded and pulled a small stack of banknotes from his shirt pocket. “You get half now, and half when we reach the destination.”
“Are you aware that people have disappeared in that region?” The wolf asked. “I would like the whole payment up front in case something unfortunate happens.”
“Really? Trying to scare more money out of me with juvenile ghost stories? You won’t be able to spend it if you ‘disappear’ too, you know,” Garu replied, grinding his teeth in frustration at the wolf’s greed.
“On the off chance that I do not disappear, I would like the full payment, please. Who else would be willing to take you out into the desert mountains during the dry season?”
The wolf had a point, and Garu desperately wanted to find what he was looking for before anyone else did. “Fine,” he said, pulling a similar wad of bills from his pocket and handing them over.
The wolf took the money from the bull’s hand and greedily shoved it in his wallet. “Excellent. Shall we be off then, sir?”
Garu polished off his drink and stood, lifting his backpack onto his broad shoulders as the two left the noisy tavern. They filled their canteens with fresh water before the wolf led Garu to his waiting ride. The bull stood almost two heads higher than the wolf, and Garu had to hunch his shoulders in order to fit into the passenger seat of the canine’s brown jeep.
***
Three uncomfortable hours of riding and two more hours of walking later, Garu was staring straight ahead at the wolf’s ass as they climbed up a tiny goat path. He subconsciously licked his lips at the sight of the canine’s cheeks bunching and clenching as the wolf struggled up the steep, rocky incline. The bull felt sweat dripping down his clothes as he trudged behind the wolf, and he took a swig from his canteen in response. Barely any foliage grew in the area, leaving the pair no refuge from the sun; the bull found himself wondering how the ruins he sought had remained hidden for so long. They crested the first ridge and the path seemed to end there. Garu looked behind him at the rugged valley they had traversed to get to this mountain. Despite the arduous climb, he had to admit it was a gorgeous view. He turned back to the wolf who held a hand above his eyes and scanned the area in front of him.
“The trail stopped,” the canine said before drinking from his own water supply.
“You didn’t expect there to be a path leading directly to the site, did you?” Garu asked.
“Of course not, but it would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” The wolf chuckled to himself as he began walking along the ridge. Garu followed, tugging his shirt away from his muscular chest as he walked. God damn, this heat! If the country was less conservative, Garu would have taken his clothes off hours ago. He hated the way the fabric clung to his normally fluffy chest and neck fur, now matted by sweat; the clothes were only keeping the heat trapped against his body. They continued trudging across the ridge until the wolf found a suitable place to begin descending into the opposite valley. From the top of the ridge, Garu could see the lake, which meant the ruins were close. However, despite the lack of foliage and ground cover, there was no sign of the ancient Babylonian temple.
“See?” The wolf said. “Barren land as far as you can see. Why are you looking for a place that does not exist anyway?”
“On the off chance that it does exist,” Garu replied.
“You’re a funny man,” the wolf said, laughing as he started to climb down the other side of the ridge. “But at least you paid well.” The bull snorted and carefully followed the wiry, athletic wolf down the mountain. He noticed that a landslide had created a rather impressive slope of rocks to their left and some of them provided decent handholds. The wolf stumbled as one of the rocks he had grabbed broke free from the rest and tumbled down the mountainside. Garu quickly stepped forward and grabbed the wolf’s waist before he, too, took a fall. Instead of the canine thanking him, however, he stared at the place where the rock had been and swore in Persian.
“What is it?” Garu asked, but the wolf didn’t reply. He looked at Garu with an expression of sheer terror on his face before wrestling free of Garu’s grip and scrambling back up the incline as fast as his legs could move. “Hey! What the hell, man!?” Garu yelled after him as the wolf disappeared over the ridge. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground in frustration. The stone underneath the loose rocks looked man-made, and on it was hurriedly carved crude, Arabic text.
“Within lies the corpse of a demon,” Garu read. “That’s not very frightening. What the heck was his problem?” No matter. This had to be the ruin the bull was looking for. Garu began pulling rocks from the face of the carving, tossing them backward down the mountain as he went. It was grueling work, and the bull quickly shed the shirt that had been clinging to his matted fur after only a minute of excavating. An hour later, he had removed enough rocks to reveal a dark hole carved into the mountainside that he could just barely squeeze through. Garu picked up his backpack and removed a glowstick, cracking it to get the eerie, green light going. He carefully dropped the stick into the hole and was relieved to see that the stone-tiled floor was only a few feet down. The bull scratched his dark brown chest fur and slid inside of the entrance, pulling his backpack in after him.
A cloud of dust erupted from the floor when Garu’s hooves hit the stone below and he coughed, brushing the dirt from his shoulders and torso before he pulled an electric lantern out of his backpack and turned it on. The hallway he had dropped into was intricately carved and made up of large, stone bricks. Garu shivered in the cooler air of the ruin; he threw his shirt back on, but left the buttons undone as he took his first steps into the darkness.
He had to climb over a pile of rubble at the end of the entrance hall to get into the temple proper, and when he dropped to the floor on the other side, a strange scent filled his nose. Not the usual musty smell that hung about old, stone architecture, this smell was more tantalizing than that- masculine and most definitely alive.
“H-hello?” Garu called sheepishly into the darkness beyond the orange light of his lantern, but there was no response. Honestly, he didn’t know why he had been expecting one. The place had been abandoned for hundreds of years after all. The smell vanished as the bull made his way over to the right side of the room, stepping carefully so as not to damage any delicate discoveries that may have been strewn about the floor. Several statues had toppled over, or maybe they had been pushed over on purpose. The statues had no legs, instead, Garu could make out a thick, serpentine tail on each. Every one he passed had been defaced. The heads had been smashed in what the bull deduced was an intentional act, judging from the way the stone had been hacked away and the remaining chunks had been shattered into even smaller pieces on the floor.
Garu grimaced at the sight. It was such a shame that the works of art had been destroyed. They would have looked wonderful in a museum. Maybe if he could find an investor to support excavating the site, he could convince them to recreate the statues for an exhibit. But now was not the time to be dreaming of such things, not when he had so much more of the temple to discover. The bull clopped to the other side of the room, where he found another set of similar statues that had met the same fate.
He shook his head and his hooves echoed on the tiles as he continued deeper into the room. On the back wall, an ornate mosaic had been badly damaged by both time and vandals. Garu could barely make out the scene of a wolf wearing a snake mask sitting on a throne. Someone, long since destroyed, was offering the wolf a platter of gold, but the rest of the mosaic was too far gone to decipher. Garu gently wiped dust from the corner of the tiles to admire a green vine or tendril that curved upward to where the wolf sat at the center of the image- no doubt it was merely an artistic embellishment. Garu imagined that the complete image had probably been breathtaking.
The sound of something sliding along the stone floor reached the bulls ears and he whirled around, heart thudding in his chest as he aimed his lantern light in the direction of the noise. The end of a piece of torn, ancient fabric was slowly moving back and forth along the floor. One end was trapped under a felled statue and the other was pushed about by the fresh air that Garu had let in through his makeshift entrance. The bull snorted at himself for being afraid and sauntered over to the cloth to examine it.
He decided that it was probably from a tapestry, or perhaps a carpet. Whatever designs had been sewn into it were completely faded by time and Garu was worried that if he even touched it, the thing would disintegrate in his hand. Hell, the breeze he had inadvertently allowed in would probably ruin it further. The bull glanced up from the fabric and noticed a doorway that he had missed before, hidden away behind one of the toppled statues. He climbed over the statue’s tail, marvelling for a moment at how lifelike the carving felt under his hands, and ducked as he went through the doorway to make his way deeper into the temple.
The virile scent returned in the smaller hallway, assaulting Garu’s nostrils as it permeated the air around him. He wrinkled his nose at the pungent, musky odor, causing his gold nose ring to bump into his upper lip. Despite the gross intensity of the smell, Garu’s dick thickened in his fundoshi. It struggled painfully against the fabric and Garu looked down at himself in bewilderment, watching the bulge in his pants grow as if it was the first time he had seen his cock do that. He tugged at it through his slacks to try to make room for his shaft and sighed with relief as the undergarment moved enough to let his dick slip out the side and slide down his leg as it reached full mast.
Then, just as mysteriously as it had appeared, the scent was gone, leaving the bull’s erection throbbing and dripping precum against his leg. Garu huffed with lust and shook his head to try and clear it. There had to be a logical explanation for this- other than the fact that the bull hadn’t been laid in almost a month. There had to be some airborne contaminant, maybe some sort of fungus that had somehow thrived down here. He took a kerchief from his backpack and wrapped it around his mouth and nose, mentally chastising himself for not thinking about it earlier. The bull continued trudging through the hall as it led in a straight line away from the large entrance room, his dick still achingly hard in his pants. The air in this part of the temple was growing steadily warmer the deeper into the hall he went, and the bull felt himself starting to sweat again as he reached the far end.
He emerged from the hallway into a smaller room with short stone benches set up in two lines down the length of the chamber. Was this a place of worship perhaps? There was no altar, nor even the remains of one, though Garu noticed several small alcoves in each wall behind the row of benches. Garu’s shirt clung to his fur, dampening once more as he panted and perspired from the heat. The bull shucked it once again and rolled it before stuffing it into his backpack. Maybe there was a thermal vent somewhere nearby, but a natural hot spot like this was exceedingly rare. The bull clopped to the back of the room full of benches to find an ornate door that had been broken off of its hinges. There was an intricate carving of serpents around it that had been similarly defaced by the vandals, leaving much of the inscription illegible.
Garu could only make out the word “purity”. Perhaps this bench room was an anointing chamber of some kind. Pity there were no basins or remains of ceremonial jars that he could study. The bull pushed aside the broken door with some effort and slid through into another hallway. He looked back at the door, studying the swirling patterns carved into the wood. It was unfamiliar imagery to him, which was saying a lot considering his studies of religion in the area. He turned around and came face to face with an enormous, ferocious, fanged serpent. Garu’s heart leapt up into his throat and he nearly dropped his lantern before he realized that the serpent was carved out of stone.
The bull clutched his chest and tried to slow his frightened breathing as he collected his wits enough to examine the sculpture. He ran a hand over the top of the serpent’s head and, like the statues in the entrance chamber, this one felt surprisingly lifelike. The snake’s mouth was open wide, fangs jutting down from the upper jaw as if it was in mid-strike. A large, scaled hood, like a cobra’s, stuck out of the back of the statue’s head. Garu dropped to his knees to examine the underside of the carving and discovered flecks of green pigment that had been shielded from the years.
This was the find of a lifetime! The bull placed his lantern on the ground near the door and pulled a sketch pad and pencil from his backpack. He tried to capture the ferocity of the statue’s expression and the level of detail with which it had been carved. Taking a photograph in the darkness of the temple would have been impossible without a flash, and that usually damaged archeological finds like this. Garu fanned himself with the sketch pad when he finished, trying to swipe the oppressive heat away from his face, but the stagnant air remained. Now that he had examined the statue in detail, he noticed that the cobra’s tongue had a depression in it where liquid could have been placed. Garu made a note of that in his sketch pad before putting it away and lifting his backpack onto his shoulders.
The bull let out a tired huff as he grabbed his lantern and followed the hallway to the right. The humid heat grew more intense as he walked and soon he was openly panting. His pants were drenched with sweat as well and he grumbled as he pulled them off. His fundoshi was bunched to one side as his erection pulsed against his leg in frustration from being neglected. The underwear was pretty useless by this point, so Garu pulled it off as well, stuffing both pants and fundoshi into his backpack before he continued. His cock excitedly bounced in front of him as he walked, flinging precum from the tip onto the stone tiles of the floor, and Garu gritted his teeth as he began to fantasize about jerking off in the pleasantly warm gloom. He gave his cock a few slow strokes with his free hand as he moved, grunting in pleasure as his length throbbed and pulsed for more. However, the end of the hallway came into view out of the darkness, and the bull reluctantly let go of his thick meat to concentrate on the task at hand.
The hallway stopped at a large doorway, and for once, Garu didn’t have to stoop to pass through. On the other side was a chamber so large that his lantern light barely reached the far wall. Stone columns with a spiraling serpent motif lined either side of the room and an undamaged pedestal sat in the center. Behind that sat a throne, and the bull immediately recognized its shape from the mosaic earlier. Garu’s hooves echoed as he walked across the room to examine the throne, and he was a bit disappointed at how plain it was. The stone was ordinary and lacked any carvings of any kind. There was a circular seam in the center of the seat that reminded Garu of a hole that one would place a stabilizing rod into for a top-heavy statue. Perhaps something similar sat there when one of the devout wasn’t parking their own butt in the throne. Hell, maybe the throne wasn’t meant to be sat in at all. It may have only been decorative, but if that was the case, it was far too mundane-
A wave of warm, humid air moved past the bull from behind and he shivered as it reminded him of someone’s hot breath passing over his body. A loud clang nearly made Garu leap out of his own skin. The noise echoed around the room and the bull covered his ears against the reverberating cacophony. Once the sound had died down, he turned around to see an ornate bronze snake mask gently wobbling back and forth on its side next to the stone pedestal in the center of the room. Had the mask fallen off of the pedestal? Garu didn’t remember seeing it there when he walked across the room, but maybe the throne had distracted him? Honestly, he didn’t think he would have normally missed such an exquisite piece of history.
He carefully approached the bronze work of art and gently lifted it from the floor. It was in impeccable condition despite falling onto the floor, and Garu noticed jagged, unfamiliar symbols etched into the surface. It was a beautiful mask and the bull turned it over in his hands, marvelling at the craftsmanship and detail. He had never seen a mask like this one in all of his time studying ancient Mesopotamian civilizations. He panted softly as he felt the room growing warmer around him the more he stroked and touched the mask. He held it up in front of his face and the lantern light sent eerie reflections of light bouncing off of the polished, metal surface. The mask wore a calm expression, unlike the ferocious statue from earlier and, as if in a trance, Garu pulled off his bandana before he gently placed the bronze artifact onto his head.
Almost immediately the powerful scent of masculine musk assaulted his nostrils once again, making his head swim with desire. His erection quivered, pulsing faster than his increasing heartbeat that thudded in his chest as the scent enveloped his sinuses. Garu’s eyes rolled up in his head as he panted and whimpered with unbridled need. Every breath brought more of the intoxicating smell into his lungs and he subconsciously gripped his length, pumping it furiously as the powerful, lusty sensations overpowered his rational mind. He barely felt his knees hit the stone tiles and couldn’t stop the ground from rushing up to meet him as his overwhelmed body crashed to the floor.
***
Garuganto sat on the throne he had just examined. Flames licked the tops of large braziers on either side of the room and sent flickering light cascading about the chamber. The metal snake mask rested against the bull’s face, but the scent had vanished. His thick hard-on stuck out from between his legs and his heavy balls rested calmly against the stone. Before him, on hands and knees, sat a multitude of incredibly handsome males of all species. They bowed to him, the chorus of their voices begging to serve him, begging for the privilege to touch, stroke, taste, and ride his cock. A surge of pride made him puff out his chest as his penis drooled onto the stone under his feet.
He beckoned to a muscular dragon in the fifth row of worshippers and the startled scaley quickly got to his feet and hurried to the throne. Garu pulled the dragon into his lap and rubbed his taut muscles as the worshippers began chanting Garu’s name. The bull pushed the dragon downward, letting the scaley wrap his long tongue around his throbbing flesh. His prick was sucked deep into the dragon’s throat and Garu grabbed the scaley’s head, forcing him to deepthroat his impressive length. The dragon gagged, but Garu didn’t care and neither did the dragon, as evidenced by his tongue wrapping around the bull’s erection and milking it as Garu held his lips to the bull’s crotch. Garu’s mind swam with desire at the lewd sensation of the dragon’s throat gulping and gagging around his shaft, and he thrust his hips back and forth into the hungry maw.
A voice filled the bull’s ears from all around him, sensual and beguiling. “See their eagerness to please you, Master? Hear how they worship your name? Feel their desire to be used as playthings for your pleasure?” The voice said, “Master, all of this could be yours. All of them could be yours.” The dragon’s mouth and throat went into overdrive, desperately trying to bring the bull over the edge of climax. Garu clenched his teeth and beckoned to several more males, uncaring what they looked like. He had six, no, eight men around him, hands gently rubbing and tongues lapping eagerly over his tired flesh. They fought for his dick, pushing each other away to get even a small taste of the virile bull’s massive shaft. Eight partners became ten and ten became fifteen. Garu was surrounded by breathtakingly attractive males who all desperately wanted to worship him. The dragon he had initially selected somehow shoved his way back to Garu’s crotch and sat on the bull’s long, thick erection before any of the others could stop him. Garu moaned like a whore as he felt the dragon’s asshole clenching and milking his length. His hips thrust forward, burying all of himself between the dragon’s quivering, muscular asscheeks. The bull’s eyes crossed as he finally reach the peak of pleasure and the chorus of worshipful voices echoed in his ears as the men around him touched, licked, and thrust their own erections against his tensed, quivering body. He was so God-damned close! That one voice rose above all of the rest, “All you must do, Master, is take your rightful place on your throne.”
***
Garu gasped as his eyes opened and he sat up on the cold, stone floor. His heart raced in his chest and his erection pulsed angrily from being denied release. His stomach rolled over as he uneasily stood on shaky legs and shivered in the cavernous, dark chamber. His lantern sat nearby, illuminating the throne as if to taunt him. The memory of the dream made his cock drip with greedy desire. It had been so vivid. A second longer and he was sure he would have cum all over himself in his sleep. The bull leaned against the pedestal as he stroked himself, massaging his eager length as he clenched his teeth and rocked his hips. He huffed and grunted, panting as his hefty balls slapped his fist with each thrust.
But try as he might, he couldn’t cum. Garu groaned in frustration, using both hands as he pumped his length, desperate to get off. He didn’t notice that he had been staggering toward the throne until he almost fell onto it, face first. The bull reluctantly let go of his dick and shakily turned around to sit, lifting his tail against the back of the throne. The bushy tuft at the end of it brushed his shoulders as he sat and he spread his legs apart just like he had in his dream. He gripped his cock, panting through clenched teeth because he still couldn’t get himself over that last hump no matter what kind of erotic fantasies his mind conjured. He opened his mouth and whined, dejectedly throwing his arms onto the armrests.
What the fuck was he even doing? His rational mind momentarily broke through the haze of delirious lust. Hadn’t he come here to explore? As Garu asked himself these questions, he relaxed in the throne, frustrated at his body for not letting him cum and frustrated at his mind for getting lost in a stupid fantasy. He was about to get up from the seat, but his arms wouldn’t move. Puzzled, he looked down and, to his horror, saw green, slimy hand prints on his wrists.
The voice from his dream sent a chill down his spine as it spoke near his right ear. “At last you see, but too late. A pity you are unclean, but it has been so long and I am so very, very hungry.” Garu gasped as cool air kissed his asshole from below. A hole must have opened in the throne, but how? He struggled against the goop on his wrists, but it was as if he was strapped down. The bull thrashed with all of his might, but nothing he did could dislodge his arms from the throne. His back arched as the wet tip of something (a dildo maybe?) prodded his anus and forced its way inside of him. He felt two thick inches sink in followed quickly by a third, and his sphincter stretched wide around whatever it was, drawing a hoarse moan from the bull’s lips. Garu’s cock spasmed in pleasure, sending shockwaves up the bull’s spine-
But then it stopped.
Garu shuddered, twitching on the throne as he was denied yet again. He whimpered, chest heaving with need as his erection bobbed up and down in front of him. The voice was not speaking, but it growled in anger next to his ear, snarling in frustration as the bull’s anus clenched around what little of the fake dick was inside of him. The throne shook under him and Garu writhed in the seat, lifting his ass up and down as he tried anything to please the frightening voice. However, that act only seemed to frustrate the voice further and the snarling became a furious, hissing growl as the stone seat practically vibrated under the bull. Garu could relate. With so little of the dick in him, he was only being teased and he imagined who or whatever the voice was felt the same.
“So long have I waited!” The voice roared as the throne violently seized under the quivering, panting bull. “I will not be-” The throne cracked and Garu felt the ridges on the realistic dildo as three more inches rammed up into him, crashing through his second sphincter and setting his nerves on fire with pleasure. “-denied!” the voice bellowed into his ear. Garu wailed as the throne shattered and he fell forward onto his knees. “Yessss. Sing for me, pet!” The voice hissed. Whatever force that was pushing the cock into him didn’t let up and the bull gasped and whined as inch after thick, throbbing inch stretched his entrance wide open and claimed his inner most depths for their own.
The bull’s mouth hung open in the mask and he only let out a yelp of mild surprise as something firm but gooey shoved passed his lips and surged down his throat. His battered asshole stretched wide around the incredibly thick base of the two foot long dildo and his rational mind exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. The bull’s body lurched forward as an unseen force pulled the dildo from him and rammed it back in. The air was knocked from his lungs and, had he still been able to think clearly, he might have wondered how he could still breathe with the pulsing, goo cock lodged in his throat. The handprints on his wrists soon spread to his forearms as the entire two-foot length of demonic dick pounded his spasming tailhole again and again. A thin, green tendril of the goop wrapped around Garu’s balls, pulling his sack roughly backward as another snaked its way up his shaft. The gasping, groaning bull looked down in time to see the green goop slide inside of his erection, sending electrifying bursts of pleasure into his prostate as it perversely oozed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut from the intense sensation of the slime sliding into places he never thought would be penetrated.
The rest of the green mess was steadily covering his body from head to toe, and he briefly struggled as the slick stuff forced his legs together while the thick cock embedded itself fully within him. Both phantom dicks throbbed in his throat and his ass as that deliciously musky scent returned and Garu’s eyes rolled up into his head in bliss. He gasped as he managed to look down at himself and saw a muscular, green torso that ended in a long, thick serpentine tail. His legs were lost somewhere in that green goop, but his arms reached down of their own accord and gripped the massive, green cock that throbbed in front of him. He felt firm hands grip his shoulders as the cock in his ass pulled out to the tip and slowly, but firmly pressed back in, steadily bringing him to the brink of exquisite climax. Garu huffed and whined, groaning as his new naga body tensed for the impending explosion.
“Yessss,” the voice hissed in his head. “Now you are mine!” Garu’s world erupted into a kaleidoscope of colors as his cock and asshole spasmed in orgasmic bliss. But no cum fired over him. Instead, the dicks in his throat and ass throbbed thickly and an intense warmth spread through his gut. He convulsed on the floor in the throes of orgasm as the monstrous serpent filled him with his own cum and demonic essence. On the heels of his first orgasm came another, brought on by the girthy thrusting of the dildo as it repeatedly rammed against his prostate. Garu twitched and felt his belly filling up with semen and goo, the hot essence permeating every cell in his body.
He lay in a tired heap on the floor of the temple as the goop covering him slowly receded into his flesh, as if it had never been there to begin with. The bull was unable to move from the intensity of his climax, his exhausted cock shrinking swiftly against his belly. The mask fell from his face as he sat up and he let it clatter to the floor. He experimentally ran a hand through his chest floof. At least that seemed normal.
“W-what-?” He started to say, but the voice from before rang loud and clear in his head.
You will be perfect as my new pet.
“N-no! I didn’t- Nngg! Guuhh!” The bull had been meaning to protest, but the feeling of the demon’s thick, phantom erections once again roughly fucking his throat and ass quickly brought him to his knees. Along with that came a burning, stinging sensation on his ass near his tail. Garu craned his neck and could make out a strange, curved brand with pointed ends etched into the flesh of his right butt cheek. It looked kind of like the hood of a cobra.
You will do as I command, slave. Soon, you will learn to greatly enjoy this arrangement.
The bull weakly nodded as he stood again and made his way over to his backpack. What choice did he have?
You may take the mask with you. Consider it a reward for enduring my earlier anger.
Garu scooped the bronze artwork from the floor and gently tucked it back into his backpack. He pulled his pants and shirt out, but the demon’s will forced him to put them back.
Clothing is forbidden in this chamber. You may dress when we leave this sacred space.
The bull lifted his backpack onto his back and made his way back out to the room of benches, where the demon waited patiently as he put his clothes back on.
We must leave this place. There is much work to do.
“What kind of work?” Garu asked aloud. He had the impression that the monster in his head was grinning.
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The small tavern in Zanjan, Iran was noisier than Garuganto would have liked. He shifted in his seat and protectively pulled his backpack closer to him as the din of chattering townsfolk swirled around him. A boar acquaintance had told him his guide for the area would meet him at this bar, but after sitting there for almost forty minutes, Garu was losing patience. The bull lifted a glass of ice water from the table in front of him and took a gulp as he unbuttoned the second button of his khaki shirt. The heat in Iran this time of year was stifling, he had no idea how the locals managed to live in it without going insane. Just as he was starting to consider leaving, a thin, wiry, middle-aged wolf with in a t-shirt and jeans took the seat across the table from him. Garu pointedly glanced at his watch, but mostly for show.
“You’re late,” the bull said as he took another sip of his water.
“Perhaps, sir, but you seem to be enjoying your libations nevertheless,” the wolf replied. His Persian was very formal, typical of one who was speaking with a practical stranger. Garu placed the glass back on the table and reached into the backpack near his feet, pulling out a map, which he unrolled in front of the wolf.
“Your boar friend told me you could take me into the Zagros Mountains,” Garu said. “I need to go here.” He pointed to a small circled region in the north of the mountain range, near Lake Urmia.
The wolf nodded and scratched his chin. “I can guide you there, sir. I trust you have brought the appropriate payment?”
Garu nodded and pulled a small stack of banknotes from his shirt pocket. “You get half now, and half when we reach the destination.”
“Are you aware that people have disappeared in that region?” The wolf asked. “I would like the whole payment up front in case something unfortunate happens.”
“Really? Trying to scare more money out of me with juvenile ghost stories? You won’t be able to spend it if you ‘disappear’ too, you know,” Garu replied, grinding his teeth in frustration at the wolf’s greed.
“On the off chance that I do not disappear, I would like the full payment, please. Who else would be willing to take you out into the desert mountains during the dry season?”
The wolf had a point, and Garu desperately wanted to find what he was looking for before anyone else did. “Fine,” he said, pulling a similar wad of bills from his pocket and handing them over.
The wolf took the money from the bull’s hand and greedily shoved it in his wallet. “Excellent. Shall we be off then, sir?”
Garu polished off his drink and stood, lifting his backpack onto his broad shoulders as the two left the noisy tavern. They filled their canteens with fresh water before the wolf led Garu to his waiting ride. The bull stood almost two heads higher than the wolf, and Garu had to hunch his shoulders in order to fit into the passenger seat of the canine’s brown jeep.
***
Three uncomfortable hours of riding and two more hours of walking later, Garu was staring straight ahead at the wolf’s ass as they climbed up a tiny goat path. He subconsciously licked his lips at the sight of the canine’s cheeks bunching and clenching as the wolf struggled up the steep, rocky incline. The bull felt sweat dripping down his clothes as he trudged behind the wolf, and he took a swig from his canteen in response. Barely any foliage grew in the area, leaving the pair no refuge from the sun; the bull found himself wondering how the ruins he sought had remained hidden for so long. They crested the first ridge and the path seemed to end there. Garu looked behind him at the rugged valley they had traversed to get to this mountain. Despite the arduous climb, he had to admit it was a gorgeous view. He turned back to the wolf who held a hand above his eyes and scanned the area in front of him.
“The trail stopped,” the canine said before drinking from his own water supply.
“You didn’t expect there to be a path leading directly to the site, did you?” Garu asked.
“Of course not, but it would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” The wolf chuckled to himself as he began walking along the ridge. Garu followed, tugging his shirt away from his muscular chest as he walked. God damn, this heat! If the country was less conservative, Garu would have taken his clothes off hours ago. He hated the way the fabric clung to his normally fluffy chest and neck fur, now matted by sweat; the clothes were only keeping the heat trapped against his body. They continued trudging across the ridge until the wolf found a suitable place to begin descending into the opposite valley. From the top of the ridge, Garu could see the lake, which meant the ruins were close. However, despite the lack of foliage and ground cover, there was no sign of the ancient Babylonian temple.
“See?” The wolf said. “Barren land as far as you can see. Why are you looking for a place that does not exist anyway?”
“On the off chance that it does exist,” Garu replied.
“You’re a funny man,” the wolf said, laughing as he started to climb down the other side of the ridge. “But at least you paid well.” The bull snorted and carefully followed the wiry, athletic wolf down the mountain. He noticed that a landslide had created a rather impressive slope of rocks to their left and some of them provided decent handholds. The wolf stumbled as one of the rocks he had grabbed broke free from the rest and tumbled down the mountainside. Garu quickly stepped forward and grabbed the wolf’s waist before he, too, took a fall. Instead of the canine thanking him, however, he stared at the place where the rock had been and swore in Persian.
“What is it?” Garu asked, but the wolf didn’t reply. He looked at Garu with an expression of sheer terror on his face before wrestling free of Garu’s grip and scrambling back up the incline as fast as his legs could move. “Hey! What the hell, man!?” Garu yelled after him as the wolf disappeared over the ridge. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground in frustration. The stone underneath the loose rocks looked man-made, and on it was hurriedly carved crude, Arabic text.
“Within lies the corpse of a demon,” Garu read. “That’s not very frightening. What the heck was his problem?” No matter. This had to be the ruin the bull was looking for. Garu began pulling rocks from the face of the carving, tossing them backward down the mountain as he went. It was grueling work, and the bull quickly shed the shirt that had been clinging to his matted fur after only a minute of excavating. An hour later, he had removed enough rocks to reveal a dark hole carved into the mountainside that he could just barely squeeze through. Garu picked up his backpack and removed a glowstick, cracking it to get the eerie, green light going. He carefully dropped the stick into the hole and was relieved to see that the stone-tiled floor was only a few feet down. The bull scratched his dark brown chest fur and slid inside of the entrance, pulling his backpack in after him.
A cloud of dust erupted from the floor when Garu’s hooves hit the stone below and he coughed, brushing the dirt from his shoulders and torso before he pulled an electric lantern out of his backpack and turned it on. The hallway he had dropped into was intricately carved and made up of large, stone bricks. Garu shivered in the cooler air of the ruin; he threw his shirt back on, but left the buttons undone as he took his first steps into the darkness.
He had to climb over a pile of rubble at the end of the entrance hall to get into the temple proper, and when he dropped to the floor on the other side, a strange scent filled his nose. Not the usual musty smell that hung about old, stone architecture, this smell was more tantalizing than that- masculine and most definitely alive.
“H-hello?” Garu called sheepishly into the darkness beyond the orange light of his lantern, but there was no response. Honestly, he didn’t know why he had been expecting one. The place had been abandoned for hundreds of years after all. The smell vanished as the bull made his way over to the right side of the room, stepping carefully so as not to damage any delicate discoveries that may have been strewn about the floor. Several statues had toppled over, or maybe they had been pushed over on purpose. The statues had no legs, instead, Garu could make out a thick, serpentine tail on each. Every one he passed had been defaced. The heads had been smashed in what the bull deduced was an intentional act, judging from the way the stone had been hacked away and the remaining chunks had been shattered into even smaller pieces on the floor.
Garu grimaced at the sight. It was such a shame that the works of art had been destroyed. They would have looked wonderful in a museum. Maybe if he could find an investor to support excavating the site, he could convince them to recreate the statues for an exhibit. But now was not the time to be dreaming of such things, not when he had so much more of the temple to discover. The bull clopped to the other side of the room, where he found another set of similar statues that had met the same fate.
He shook his head and his hooves echoed on the tiles as he continued deeper into the room. On the back wall, an ornate mosaic had been badly damaged by both time and vandals. Garu could barely make out the scene of a wolf wearing a snake mask sitting on a throne. Someone, long since destroyed, was offering the wolf a platter of gold, but the rest of the mosaic was too far gone to decipher. Garu gently wiped dust from the corner of the tiles to admire a green vine or tendril that curved upward to where the wolf sat at the center of the image- no doubt it was merely an artistic embellishment. Garu imagined that the complete image had probably been breathtaking.
The sound of something sliding along the stone floor reached the bulls ears and he whirled around, heart thudding in his chest as he aimed his lantern light in the direction of the noise. The end of a piece of torn, ancient fabric was slowly moving back and forth along the floor. One end was trapped under a felled statue and the other was pushed about by the fresh air that Garu had let in through his makeshift entrance. The bull snorted at himself for being afraid and sauntered over to the cloth to examine it.
He decided that it was probably from a tapestry, or perhaps a carpet. Whatever designs had been sewn into it were completely faded by time and Garu was worried that if he even touched it, the thing would disintegrate in his hand. Hell, the breeze he had inadvertently allowed in would probably ruin it further. The bull glanced up from the fabric and noticed a doorway that he had missed before, hidden away behind one of the toppled statues. He climbed over the statue’s tail, marvelling for a moment at how lifelike the carving felt under his hands, and ducked as he went through the doorway to make his way deeper into the temple.
The virile scent returned in the smaller hallway, assaulting Garu’s nostrils as it permeated the air around him. He wrinkled his nose at the pungent, musky odor, causing his gold nose ring to bump into his upper lip. Despite the gross intensity of the smell, Garu’s dick thickened in his fundoshi. It struggled painfully against the fabric and Garu looked down at himself in bewilderment, watching the bulge in his pants grow as if it was the first time he had seen his cock do that. He tugged at it through his slacks to try to make room for his shaft and sighed with relief as the undergarment moved enough to let his dick slip out the side and slide down his leg as it reached full mast.
Then, just as mysteriously as it had appeared, the scent was gone, leaving the bull’s erection throbbing and dripping precum against his leg. Garu huffed with lust and shook his head to try and clear it. There had to be a logical explanation for this- other than the fact that the bull hadn’t been laid in almost a month. There had to be some airborne contaminant, maybe some sort of fungus that had somehow thrived down here. He took a kerchief from his backpack and wrapped it around his mouth and nose, mentally chastising himself for not thinking about it earlier. The bull continued trudging through the hall as it led in a straight line away from the large entrance room, his dick still achingly hard in his pants. The air in this part of the temple was growing steadily warmer the deeper into the hall he went, and the bull felt himself starting to sweat again as he reached the far end.
He emerged from the hallway into a smaller room with short stone benches set up in two lines down the length of the chamber. Was this a place of worship perhaps? There was no altar, nor even the remains of one, though Garu noticed several small alcoves in each wall behind the row of benches. Garu’s shirt clung to his fur, dampening once more as he panted and perspired from the heat. The bull shucked it once again and rolled it before stuffing it into his backpack. Maybe there was a thermal vent somewhere nearby, but a natural hot spot like this was exceedingly rare. The bull clopped to the back of the room full of benches to find an ornate door that had been broken off of its hinges. There was an intricate carving of serpents around it that had been similarly defaced by the vandals, leaving much of the inscription illegible.
Garu could only make out the word “purity”. Perhaps this bench room was an anointing chamber of some kind. Pity there were no basins or remains of ceremonial jars that he could study. The bull pushed aside the broken door with some effort and slid through into another hallway. He looked back at the door, studying the swirling patterns carved into the wood. It was unfamiliar imagery to him, which was saying a lot considering his studies of religion in the area. He turned around and came face to face with an enormous, ferocious, fanged serpent. Garu’s heart leapt up into his throat and he nearly dropped his lantern before he realized that the serpent was carved out of stone.
The bull clutched his chest and tried to slow his frightened breathing as he collected his wits enough to examine the sculpture. He ran a hand over the top of the serpent’s head and, like the statues in the entrance chamber, this one felt surprisingly lifelike. The snake’s mouth was open wide, fangs jutting down from the upper jaw as if it was in mid-strike. A large, scaled hood, like a cobra’s, stuck out of the back of the statue’s head. Garu dropped to his knees to examine the underside of the carving and discovered flecks of green pigment that had been shielded from the years.
This was the find of a lifetime! The bull placed his lantern on the ground near the door and pulled a sketch pad and pencil from his backpack. He tried to capture the ferocity of the statue’s expression and the level of detail with which it had been carved. Taking a photograph in the darkness of the temple would have been impossible without a flash, and that usually damaged archeological finds like this. Garu fanned himself with the sketch pad when he finished, trying to swipe the oppressive heat away from his face, but the stagnant air remained. Now that he had examined the statue in detail, he noticed that the cobra’s tongue had a depression in it where liquid could have been placed. Garu made a note of that in his sketch pad before putting it away and lifting his backpack onto his shoulders.
The bull let out a tired huff as he grabbed his lantern and followed the hallway to the right. The humid heat grew more intense as he walked and soon he was openly panting. His pants were drenched with sweat as well and he grumbled as he pulled them off. His fundoshi was bunched to one side as his erection pulsed against his leg in frustration from being neglected. The underwear was pretty useless by this point, so Garu pulled it off as well, stuffing both pants and fundoshi into his backpack before he continued. His cock excitedly bounced in front of him as he walked, flinging precum from the tip onto the stone tiles of the floor, and Garu gritted his teeth as he began to fantasize about jerking off in the pleasantly warm gloom. He gave his cock a few slow strokes with his free hand as he moved, grunting in pleasure as his length throbbed and pulsed for more. However, the end of the hallway came into view out of the darkness, and the bull reluctantly let go of his thick meat to concentrate on the task at hand.
The hallway stopped at a large doorway, and for once, Garu didn’t have to stoop to pass through. On the other side was a chamber so large that his lantern light barely reached the far wall. Stone columns with a spiraling serpent motif lined either side of the room and an undamaged pedestal sat in the center. Behind that sat a throne, and the bull immediately recognized its shape from the mosaic earlier. Garu’s hooves echoed as he walked across the room to examine the throne, and he was a bit disappointed at how plain it was. The stone was ordinary and lacked any carvings of any kind. There was a circular seam in the center of the seat that reminded Garu of a hole that one would place a stabilizing rod into for a top-heavy statue. Perhaps something similar sat there when one of the devout wasn’t parking their own butt in the throne. Hell, maybe the throne wasn’t meant to be sat in at all. It may have only been decorative, but if that was the case, it was far too mundane-
A wave of warm, humid air moved past the bull from behind and he shivered as it reminded him of someone’s hot breath passing over his body. A loud clang nearly made Garu leap out of his own skin. The noise echoed around the room and the bull covered his ears against the reverberating cacophony. Once the sound had died down, he turned around to see an ornate bronze snake mask gently wobbling back and forth on its side next to the stone pedestal in the center of the room. Had the mask fallen off of the pedestal? Garu didn’t remember seeing it there when he walked across the room, but maybe the throne had distracted him? Honestly, he didn’t think he would have normally missed such an exquisite piece of history.
He carefully approached the bronze work of art and gently lifted it from the floor. It was in impeccable condition despite falling onto the floor, and Garu noticed jagged, unfamiliar symbols etched into the surface. It was a beautiful mask and the bull turned it over in his hands, marvelling at the craftsmanship and detail. He had never seen a mask like this one in all of his time studying ancient Mesopotamian civilizations. He panted softly as he felt the room growing warmer around him the more he stroked and touched the mask. He held it up in front of his face and the lantern light sent eerie reflections of light bouncing off of the polished, metal surface. The mask wore a calm expression, unlike the ferocious statue from earlier and, as if in a trance, Garu pulled off his bandana before he gently placed the bronze artifact onto his head.
Almost immediately the powerful scent of masculine musk assaulted his nostrils once again, making his head swim with desire. His erection quivered, pulsing faster than his increasing heartbeat that thudded in his chest as the scent enveloped his sinuses. Garu’s eyes rolled up in his head as he panted and whimpered with unbridled need. Every breath brought more of the intoxicating smell into his lungs and he subconsciously gripped his length, pumping it furiously as the powerful, lusty sensations overpowered his rational mind. He barely felt his knees hit the stone tiles and couldn’t stop the ground from rushing up to meet him as his overwhelmed body crashed to the floor.
***
Garuganto sat on the throne he had just examined. Flames licked the tops of large braziers on either side of the room and sent flickering light cascading about the chamber. The metal snake mask rested against the bull’s face, but the scent had vanished. His thick hard-on stuck out from between his legs and his heavy balls rested calmly against the stone. Before him, on hands and knees, sat a multitude of incredibly handsome males of all species. They bowed to him, the chorus of their voices begging to serve him, begging for the privilege to touch, stroke, taste, and ride his cock. A surge of pride made him puff out his chest as his penis drooled onto the stone under his feet.
He beckoned to a muscular dragon in the fifth row of worshippers and the startled scaley quickly got to his feet and hurried to the throne. Garu pulled the dragon into his lap and rubbed his taut muscles as the worshippers began chanting Garu’s name. The bull pushed the dragon downward, letting the scaley wrap his long tongue around his throbbing flesh. His prick was sucked deep into the dragon’s throat and Garu grabbed the scaley’s head, forcing him to deepthroat his impressive length. The dragon gagged, but Garu didn’t care and neither did the dragon, as evidenced by his tongue wrapping around the bull’s erection and milking it as Garu held his lips to the bull’s crotch. Garu’s mind swam with desire at the lewd sensation of the dragon’s throat gulping and gagging around his shaft, and he thrust his hips back and forth into the hungry maw.
A voice filled the bull’s ears from all around him, sensual and beguiling. “See their eagerness to please you, Master? Hear how they worship your name? Feel their desire to be used as playthings for your pleasure?” The voice said, “Master, all of this could be yours. All of them could be yours.” The dragon’s mouth and throat went into overdrive, desperately trying to bring the bull over the edge of climax. Garu clenched his teeth and beckoned to several more males, uncaring what they looked like. He had six, no, eight men around him, hands gently rubbing and tongues lapping eagerly over his tired flesh. They fought for his dick, pushing each other away to get even a small taste of the virile bull’s massive shaft. Eight partners became ten and ten became fifteen. Garu was surrounded by breathtakingly attractive males who all desperately wanted to worship him. The dragon he had initially selected somehow shoved his way back to Garu’s crotch and sat on the bull’s long, thick erection before any of the others could stop him. Garu moaned like a whore as he felt the dragon’s asshole clenching and milking his length. His hips thrust forward, burying all of himself between the dragon’s quivering, muscular asscheeks. The bull’s eyes crossed as he finally reach the peak of pleasure and the chorus of worshipful voices echoed in his ears as the men around him touched, licked, and thrust their own erections against his tensed, quivering body. He was so God-damned close! That one voice rose above all of the rest, “All you must do, Master, is take your rightful place on your throne.”
***
Garu gasped as his eyes opened and he sat up on the cold, stone floor. His heart raced in his chest and his erection pulsed angrily from being denied release. His stomach rolled over as he uneasily stood on shaky legs and shivered in the cavernous, dark chamber. His lantern sat nearby, illuminating the throne as if to taunt him. The memory of the dream made his cock drip with greedy desire. It had been so vivid. A second longer and he was sure he would have cum all over himself in his sleep. The bull leaned against the pedestal as he stroked himself, massaging his eager length as he clenched his teeth and rocked his hips. He huffed and grunted, panting as his hefty balls slapped his fist with each thrust.
But try as he might, he couldn’t cum. Garu groaned in frustration, using both hands as he pumped his length, desperate to get off. He didn’t notice that he had been staggering toward the throne until he almost fell onto it, face first. The bull reluctantly let go of his dick and shakily turned around to sit, lifting his tail against the back of the throne. The bushy tuft at the end of it brushed his shoulders as he sat and he spread his legs apart just like he had in his dream. He gripped his cock, panting through clenched teeth because he still couldn’t get himself over that last hump no matter what kind of erotic fantasies his mind conjured. He opened his mouth and whined, dejectedly throwing his arms onto the armrests.
What the fuck was he even doing? His rational mind momentarily broke through the haze of delirious lust. Hadn’t he come here to explore? As Garu asked himself these questions, he relaxed in the throne, frustrated at his body for not letting him cum and frustrated at his mind for getting lost in a stupid fantasy. He was about to get up from the seat, but his arms wouldn’t move. Puzzled, he looked down and, to his horror, saw green, slimy hand prints on his wrists.
The voice from his dream sent a chill down his spine as it spoke near his right ear. “At last you see, but too late. A pity you are unclean, but it has been so long and I am so very, very hungry.” Garu gasped as cool air kissed his asshole from below. A hole must have opened in the throne, but how? He struggled against the goop on his wrists, but it was as if he was strapped down. The bull thrashed with all of his might, but nothing he did could dislodge his arms from the throne. His back arched as the wet tip of something (a dildo maybe?) prodded his anus and forced its way inside of him. He felt two thick inches sink in followed quickly by a third, and his sphincter stretched wide around whatever it was, drawing a hoarse moan from the bull’s lips. Garu’s cock spasmed in pleasure, sending shockwaves up the bull’s spine-
But then it stopped.
Garu shuddered, twitching on the throne as he was denied yet again. He whimpered, chest heaving with need as his erection bobbed up and down in front of him. The voice was not speaking, but it growled in anger next to his ear, snarling in frustration as the bull’s anus clenched around what little of the fake dick was inside of him. The throne shook under him and Garu writhed in the seat, lifting his ass up and down as he tried anything to please the frightening voice. However, that act only seemed to frustrate the voice further and the snarling became a furious, hissing growl as the stone seat practically vibrated under the bull. Garu could relate. With so little of the dick in him, he was only being teased and he imagined who or whatever the voice was felt the same.
“So long have I waited!” The voice roared as the throne violently seized under the quivering, panting bull. “I will not be-” The throne cracked and Garu felt the ridges on the realistic dildo as three more inches rammed up into him, crashing through his second sphincter and setting his nerves on fire with pleasure. “-denied!” the voice bellowed into his ear. Garu wailed as the throne shattered and he fell forward onto his knees. “Yessss. Sing for me, pet!” The voice hissed. Whatever force that was pushing the cock into him didn’t let up and the bull gasped and whined as inch after thick, throbbing inch stretched his entrance wide open and claimed his inner most depths for their own.
The bull’s mouth hung open in the mask and he only let out a yelp of mild surprise as something firm but gooey shoved passed his lips and surged down his throat. His battered asshole stretched wide around the incredibly thick base of the two foot long dildo and his rational mind exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. The bull’s body lurched forward as an unseen force pulled the dildo from him and rammed it back in. The air was knocked from his lungs and, had he still been able to think clearly, he might have wondered how he could still breathe with the pulsing, goo cock lodged in his throat. The handprints on his wrists soon spread to his forearms as the entire two-foot length of demonic dick pounded his spasming tailhole again and again. A thin, green tendril of the goop wrapped around Garu’s balls, pulling his sack roughly backward as another snaked its way up his shaft. The gasping, groaning bull looked down in time to see the green goop slide inside of his erection, sending electrifying bursts of pleasure into his prostate as it perversely oozed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut from the intense sensation of the slime sliding into places he never thought would be penetrated.
The rest of the green mess was steadily covering his body from head to toe, and he briefly struggled as the slick stuff forced his legs together while the thick cock embedded itself fully within him. Both phantom dicks throbbed in his throat and his ass as that deliciously musky scent returned and Garu’s eyes rolled up into his head in bliss. He gasped as he managed to look down at himself and saw a muscular, green torso that ended in a long, thick serpentine tail. His legs were lost somewhere in that green goop, but his arms reached down of their own accord and gripped the massive, green cock that throbbed in front of him. He felt firm hands grip his shoulders as the cock in his ass pulled out to the tip and slowly, but firmly pressed back in, steadily bringing him to the brink of exquisite climax. Garu huffed and whined, groaning as his new naga body tensed for the impending explosion.
“Yessss,” the voice hissed in his head. “Now you are mine!” Garu’s world erupted into a kaleidoscope of colors as his cock and asshole spasmed in orgasmic bliss. But no cum fired over him. Instead, the dicks in his throat and ass throbbed thickly and an intense warmth spread through his gut. He convulsed on the floor in the throes of orgasm as the monstrous serpent filled him with his own cum and demonic essence. On the heels of his first orgasm came another, brought on by the girthy thrusting of the dildo as it repeatedly rammed against his prostate. Garu twitched and felt his belly filling up with semen and goo, the hot essence permeating every cell in his body.
He lay in a tired heap on the floor of the temple as the goop covering him slowly receded into his flesh, as if it had never been there to begin with. The bull was unable to move from the intensity of his climax, his exhausted cock shrinking swiftly against his belly. The mask fell from his face as he sat up and he let it clatter to the floor. He experimentally ran a hand through his chest floof. At least that seemed normal.
“W-what-?” He started to say, but the voice from before rang loud and clear in his head.
You will be perfect as my new pet.
“N-no! I didn’t- Nngg! Guuhh!” The bull had been meaning to protest, but the feeling of the demon’s thick, phantom erections once again roughly fucking his throat and ass quickly brought him to his knees. Along with that came a burning, stinging sensation on his ass near his tail. Garu craned his neck and could make out a strange, curved brand with pointed ends etched into the flesh of his right butt cheek. It looked kind of like the hood of a cobra.
You will do as I command, slave. Soon, you will learn to greatly enjoy this arrangement.
The bull weakly nodded as he stood again and made his way over to his backpack. What choice did he have?
You may take the mask with you. Consider it a reward for enduring my earlier anger.
Garu scooped the bronze artwork from the floor and gently tucked it back into his backpack. He pulled his pants and shirt out, but the demon’s will forced him to put them back.
Clothing is forbidden in this chamber. You may dress when we leave this sacred space.
The bull lifted his backpack onto his back and made his way back out to the room of benches, where the demon waited patiently as he put his clothes back on.
We must leave this place. There is much work to do.
“What kind of work?” Garu asked aloud. He had the impression that the monster in his head was grinning.
The most pleasurable kind.