The Fifth Beast (ManxMan Chinese/Celtic Fantasy Story)

Chapter 11

The spell of lust wasn't strictly coercion. It didn't work on someone who didn't want sex. It only broke internal barriers: prejudices, fears, prohibitions.

To the young chief's credit, he didn't succumb at once and fought some more, but rather with himself than with Niall. Then he moaned his surrender and spread his legs. But instead of going limp and obediently accepting the lord, he raised almost on all fours, pressed his back against Niall's chest, reached his hand between their intertwined bodies and directed Niall's cock into himself. Before doing that, he licked his fingers, and Niall thought belatedly that he needed lubricant, but it was too late already, he pushed between the bronze buttocks, and both groaned in unison.

He was cautious at first, going slow. The barbarian had considerable love experience, and even quite obviously with men, but not in this position, not as a bottom. He was tight, and Niall's cock was a match for his great height. But even without lubricant, only with saliva, he easily got inside. The spell of lust must have removed some of the physical barriers, or maybe they simply lessened the pain, and the barbarian would feel it only tomorrow, in the saddle. Now he didn't tense, didn't try to pull away, and his moans were clearly not from pain.

Niall thought that he was the first to enter that gorgeous body, the first to see the arched lower back, shiny with sweat, tense shoulder blades, knees wide apart, and almost came after a couple of thrusts. The barbarian met his thrusts with equal passion, oh Goddess, he almost f&cked Niall with his body, and exhaled something sharp, demanding through his teeth, which sounded like: "More! Harder!"

He suddenly got up on his knees, pressed his back against Niall, and threw his arm behind, around Niall's neck. It turned out that in this position they could kiss if they turned their heads at the right angle, and not even kiss, but devour the other's mouth — and f&ck with abandon, with furious, unrestrained passion. Niall reached out to the barbarian's cock and began caressing it in time with his thrusts, and the barbarian trembled, threw his head back on Niall's shoulder, opened his mouth in a soundless scream, arched and tensed like a drawn bow, and came, shooting white seed. Niall pressed his face into his black hair and came too, gritting his teeth to keep himself from yelling at the top of his voice.

The young man's eyes were dreamy, fogged, his lips swollen. His hair, no longer bound by a string, fell loosely over her shoulders. Before he could come to his senses, Niall toppled him over on his back, lifted his legs over his shoulders and took him again, unable to get enough. He didn't have to be careful now, pushing between the barbarian's buttocks, wet with semen and sweat.

The barbarian's eyes rolled back, showing whites, and he threw his head back on the pillow helplessly. He still moved his hips forward, still clutched Niall's thighs with his fingers, crossed his ankles on Niall's lower back, but his movements became weaker, as if he was about to lose touch with reality, to fall into unconsciousness. His hands slipped, his legs on Niall's shoulders tightened, squeezing his neck. The barbarian cried out and came, splashing hot seed on his lover's stomach. His buttocks clenched tight around Niall's cock, and Niall roared and thrust into him deeper, harder, squeezed his already limp cock with his palm. The barbarian would come for him, again and again; defeated at last, he was now in the absolute power of Niall Mac Nechtan, Lord of Lightning. His slave, his property. His...

Niall snarled and, with an incredible effort of will, pushed away from the barbarian, breaking their body contact. His cock stood painfully, blindingly erect, demanding to finish what he had begun, making it impossible to think straight. His fingers tingled with lightning charges. Niall grabbed his cock and with a few sharp, painful movements brought himself to an orgasm, spattering his lover's crotch with his semen.

He bent over him, lifted him up, afraid that he would be like a boneless ragdoll in his arms.

Alive, thank Danu, just completely exhausted. Few mortals were able to spend a whole night with an Elemental Lord. Why, few mortals remained conscious even after one round of sex, but this one withstood two.

But was his mind still intact?

This was how a mortal would turn into a thrall: if the Elemental Lord forgot himself taking his pleasure, and wished the mortal belong to him, body and soul. If he chose not to restrain his pride, his magic, his nature. The better the sex, the more he wanted the mortal, the greater the danger. Had Niall given himself to the barbarian, the latter wouldn't stand a chance, his mind would be gone, and maybe his life too. So Niall did everything right, he stopped just in time... didn't he?

The barbarian muttered, "Raiden. Shidda yarat." And without opening his eyes, smiled languidly, dreamily.

Niall could not resist kissing his bitten, swollen lips. He still wanted him. Maybe, let him rest a little and take him again? Gently, cautiously, with restrain... With the edge of the sheet, he wiped the traces of sex games from the barbarian's body, spread his legs wider, and examined the inner side of his thighs. There was no blood, no bruises, only love bites. Just in case, Niall summoned a magical charge into his palm and touched it in every spot where he so thoughtlessly abused the tender flesh of the mortal. He didn't have any healing spells as such, but he knew how to stop the blood. He could also cauterize a wound if necessary. Fortunately, this time it wasn't. The barbarian had only one scratch, on his chest, where Niall's sword had left it, and the blood had dried even before their night begun.

A naked bronzed body, spread out on the bed in a lewd pose, was too much of a temptation. Niall sighed and covered him with a bearskin. He didn't want to f&ck such a hot guy while he was unconscious. He could've woken him up with a light magical charge, restore his strength with magic, but the spell of lust would surely weaken. In general, it was very short-lived, its effect would have disappeared after the first time. Niall grinned. After the first time, the barbarian did not resist.

It's decided then! Niall would give the fragile mortal some time to sleep and recover his wits, then restore his strength with magic and f&ck him one more time. Or two more. Or three. Dawn was still a long way off.

Come to think of it, the barbarian could stay here for a week or so. As a guest of Da Derga Mansion. He was some kind of local chieftain, so his position was a fairly high one. Niall suddenly realized that he hadn't asked after his name and title. He would have to ask Cumal. He would need to consult with his friend in every case, Cumal had a lot of experience in secret trysts with Kirinches.