"Heh..." He at least has a little more control of himself now, unlike when he ravaged Emet-Selch in broad daylight, but he still feels his desire strongly. It makes it hard to think of much else besides his growing erection and how he wants to make Hermes scream.
"Have you ever done this outside, Hermes?" He palms at Hermes' cock through his trousers, kneading with his palm. "To feel the cool air upon one's skin... it can be exhilarating."
He shakes his head, moaning pitifully beneath Hythlodaeus' ministrations, lashes low as he stares back at him. Doing this sort of thing outside in the wilderness has never exactly crossed his mind but that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying it either. Granted he always enjoys himself when spending time with Hythlodaeus, especially if it's indulging in this sort of thing.
"I have not, no..." He pushes himself up against the other man as he palms him, his own fingers gingerly settling on his arms. "You are exhilarating Hythlodaeus..."
"I can be moreso." Grinning, he starts to unzip Hermes' trousers. Slowly pushing them down, he waits for Hermes to kick one leg out of them before picking him up solidly by the thighs and pressing him back against the tree, legs spread. He seems to have little trouble with Hermes' weight, all of his attention on Hermes laid bare before him.
"Oh, but I could eat you alive..." He grinds against him, the fabric of the cloth over his groin the only thing between them.
He's growing more aroused himself, and Hermes may note that his cock is somewhat larger in this form. Especially when he finally pulls the fabric away, their lengths pressed together.
"You'll make such wonderful sounds for me, won't you?"
The thought of being eaten alive should, in practice, actually be rather terrifying. He knows what that looks like - he's seen concepts devour one another with abandon. Yet, hearing Hythlodaeus say as much does something to him. It doesn't help that he's stripped him free of his bottoms, their cocks now pressed together as he lets the other man support him against the tree. Hythlodaeus' size hasn't gone unnoticed by Hermes but it only serves to excite him further.
His friend could ask anything of him right now and he'd eagerly agree.
Having seen the same thing, not to mention the horrors of the Final Days, perhaps Hythlodaeus should have mentioned that he didn't, in fact, intend to slowly and painfully devour Hermes. But that barely registers to him, his mind clouded with lust.
A slow preparation is not on the cards for his friend, though he may note that Hythlodaeus oozes an almost excessive amount of precum simply by being this aroused. Perhaps it's simply a product of where his transformation originated, in a city devoted to sex. Of course he's going to be made for pleasure.
He has enough presence of mind to lubricate two fingers with his own fluids and start to roughly prepare Hermes. But soon he's guiding his cock inside him, pressing in about as gently as he can manage while this turned on. He keeps Hermes securely propped against the tree, and watches his friend's face the whole time.
"I won't be happy if you hold back." He murmurs it in an almost threatening way, the smile on his face a direct contrast to his words. He knows, of course, that Hermes is shy... that even doing this outside in the first place is a big step. But he wants more, for reasons he can't fully comprehend.
It doesn't escape Hermes' notice that Hythlodaeus is practically dripping as he holds him up against the tree. The preparation is, admittedly rough, but the overseer is so turned on himself the discomfort doesn't matter. There's a gasp as his eyes widen at the intrusion of his cock - far bigger than anything he's taken before - and it's obvious he struggles to relax around his length. Holding back right now isn't exactly something he can even fathom doing, not when he's panting and groaning, hands gripping onto whatever part of Hythlodaeus he can hold onto.
"Good." He whispers it before beginning to pull out, then push back in again. Slowly at first, but soon it speeds up, though he never pushes his full length inside Hermes. As much as he would like to, he feels that it would be uncomfortable at best.
"Touch yourself. Put on a good show." He's busy holding Hermes up, and honestly he just likes having the power to tell Hermes what to do right now, too. Of course, he also wants Hermes to feel as much pleasure as possible. To want to cry out with no regard for who might be passing by. He deserves that, doesn't he? To feel naught but bliss for a short while.
Immediately his hand moves to find his own cock, stroking himself haphazardly as he does his best to relax around the intrusion of Hythlodaeus inside of him. He's never felt so stretched before, so full, but it's a pleasant sort of discomfort. Enjoyable.
It's a fact Hermes has been coming to terms with, but he's always seemed to enjoy a bit of pain.
He continues to thrust into him, picking up the pace, letting out a soft groan of his own.
"That's it. Relax and look pretty for me." He sure does look good straining to take his cock, stroking himself the whole while.
"Hermes..." He says his name gently, fondly- even as his cock slides in and out of him, and his fingers dig bruises into his skin, his wings fan out as if to shield them both from the world. He feels aggressively protective of Hermes. He would kill for him.
Hearing his name said so sweetly has the overseer whimpering, not from pain or discomfort but from desire and desperation. He'd do anything for the man currently cradling him, currently pushing their bodies together and making him writhe. Hermes does as he's told, relaxing as best he can, giving over entirely as he does his best to continue stroking himself. It's hard to do so though. He feels so sensitive - all of him does like this.
He groans before pushing in a few more times and coming hard, mess dripping down between them and filling Hermes. But he keeps going, determined to help Hermes finish, and not really feeling too overly sensitive himself anyway. It's strange, he feels as if he could keep going and going...
The force of Hythlodaeus' orgasm has him crying out as he feels himself being filled. It's a lot and leaves quite the mess, his backside and insides coated as he continues to be thrust into. A few shaky strokes of his own hand on his cock has him finishing, cum splashing against his own chest as his thighs quiver and his body goes limp. Whatever Hythlodaeus wishes to do with him now he's more than welcome to - his body is his for the taking, mind blank as he lets his head fall back against the tree with a groan.
He could stop, he knows this, but he doesn't. He instead shifts Hermes in his grasp, hips snapping up to drive himself to another orgasm, and when he comes again there's no less mess than before. It's only then that he pulls out, finally sated.
He's incapable of hurting Hermes for his own pleasure, even like this. He kneels to set Hermes on the ground, away from the majority of the mess that his orgasms had left behind, and then he settles beside him.
As Hythlodaeus pulls out he feels a sudden emptiness, missing the sensation of being full, of being connected with the other man on such a primal, instinctual level. He groans when he does, leaning back against the tree when he's finally set down, mind scrambling to find the fraying ends of his sanity as he tries to pull himself together.
It takes a moment for him to swallow and find his voice, eventually tilting his head toward Hythlodaeus to answer.
"I am, yes...just a bit overwhelmed." Not in a bad way though. Definitely not.
"Ah... well, allow me to whisk you away from here in that case."
Before he has to transform back to his usual body. He cradles Hermes in his arms and teleports them back to his apartment, setting Hermes on his bed before he transforms in another cloud of inky blackness. He's left on his knees on Hermes' floor, naked and panting.
"...Apologies. It still takes something out of me. I can only do it once a day, and only for a short while."
He knows it isn't a true transformation. Still, he can't help but to wish it was more like Hermes' and Hades' transformations. Instead he has a form that mostly is there just to look enticing- its purpose no doubt tainted by the environment in which he gained the power. Smiling anyway, he gets to his feet and slips himself onto Hermes' bed.
"You've no need to apologize." He breathes out the words, grateful that Hythlodaeus managed to teleport them back here in the first place. "You were absolutely mesmerizing and wonderful." Honestly? It was a treat. An understandably tiring one but a treat nonetheless.
As soon as Hythlodaeus joins him on the bed he's scooting himself close, throwing an arm over him to hold him. He's exhausted as well but he can imagine the strain his friend is feeling. It isn't easy to hold another form if you are wholly unused to it.
It won't take him long to fall asleep, not when he's been fucked so well. He can't keep his eyes open for long and lets them close once Hythlodaeus' does.
"It was a challenge...but a welcome one. I enjoyed feeling you in your entirety."
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"Have you ever done this outside, Hermes?" He palms at Hermes' cock through his trousers, kneading with his palm. "To feel the cool air upon one's skin... it can be exhilarating."
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"I have not, no..." He pushes himself up against the other man as he palms him, his own fingers gingerly settling on his arms. "You are exhilarating Hythlodaeus..."
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"Oh, but I could eat you alive..." He grinds against him, the fabric of the cloth over his groin the only thing between them.
He's growing more aroused himself, and Hermes may note that his cock is somewhat larger in this form. Especially when he finally pulls the fabric away, their lengths pressed together.
"You'll make such wonderful sounds for me, won't you?"
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His friend could ask anything of him right now and he'd eagerly agree.
"Ah yes...yes I would...oh Hythlodaeus..."
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A slow preparation is not on the cards for his friend, though he may note that Hythlodaeus oozes an almost excessive amount of precum simply by being this aroused. Perhaps it's simply a product of where his transformation originated, in a city devoted to sex. Of course he's going to be made for pleasure.
He has enough presence of mind to lubricate two fingers with his own fluids and start to roughly prepare Hermes. But soon he's guiding his cock inside him, pressing in about as gently as he can manage while this turned on. He keeps Hermes securely propped against the tree, and watches his friend's face the whole time.
"I won't be happy if you hold back." He murmurs it in an almost threatening way, the smile on his face a direct contrast to his words. He knows, of course, that Hermes is shy... that even doing this outside in the first place is a big step. But he wants more, for reasons he can't fully comprehend.
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"I-I won't...how could I ever...ah..."
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"Touch yourself. Put on a good show." He's busy holding Hermes up, and honestly he just likes having the power to tell Hermes what to do right now, too. Of course, he also wants Hermes to feel as much pleasure as possible. To want to cry out with no regard for who might be passing by. He deserves that, doesn't he? To feel naught but bliss for a short while.
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Immediately his hand moves to find his own cock, stroking himself haphazardly as he does his best to relax around the intrusion of Hythlodaeus inside of him. He's never felt so stretched before, so full, but it's a pleasant sort of discomfort. Enjoyable.
It's a fact Hermes has been coming to terms with, but he's always seemed to enjoy a bit of pain.
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"That's it. Relax and look pretty for me." He sure does look good straining to take his cock, stroking himself the whole while.
"Hermes..." He says his name gently, fondly- even as his cock slides in and out of him, and his fingers dig bruises into his skin, his wings fan out as if to shield them both from the world. He feels aggressively protective of Hermes. He would kill for him.
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"Oh Hythlodaeus I..."
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He groans before pushing in a few more times and coming hard, mess dripping down between them and filling Hermes. But he keeps going, determined to help Hermes finish, and not really feeling too overly sensitive himself anyway. It's strange, he feels as if he could keep going and going...
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He's incapable of hurting Hermes for his own pleasure, even like this. He kneels to set Hermes on the ground, away from the majority of the mess that his orgasms had left behind, and then he settles beside him.
"Are you well?" He hopes he didn't overdo it...
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It takes a moment for him to swallow and find his voice, eventually tilting his head toward Hythlodaeus to answer.
"I am, yes...just a bit overwhelmed." Not in a bad way though. Definitely not.
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Before he has to transform back to his usual body. He cradles Hermes in his arms and teleports them back to his apartment, setting Hermes on his bed before he transforms in another cloud of inky blackness. He's left on his knees on Hermes' floor, naked and panting.
"...Apologies. It still takes something out of me. I can only do it once a day, and only for a short while."
He knows it isn't a true transformation. Still, he can't help but to wish it was more like Hermes' and Hades' transformations. Instead he has a form that mostly is there just to look enticing- its purpose no doubt tainted by the environment in which he gained the power. Smiling anyway, he gets to his feet and slips himself onto Hermes' bed.
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As soon as Hythlodaeus joins him on the bed he's scooting himself close, throwing an arm over him to hold him. He's exhausted as well but he can imagine the strain his friend is feeling. It isn't easy to hold another form if you are wholly unused to it.
"That was most enjoyable."
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"I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I had a feeling you would."
Stretching a little, he curls in against Hermes and closes his eyes.
"I had worried that my size in such a form would be too much, but you took it admirably."
He opens one eye to smirk a little at Hermes.
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"It was a challenge...but a welcome one. I enjoyed feeling you in your entirety."
Nothing wrong with being a size queen right?