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works/493060.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Bestiality, Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 1 of Equus_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-05 Words: 6853
****** Children of Equus ******
by alycat
Summary
     Jensen has spent the last seven years knowing he is meant for Equus,
     preparing for the night when he turns sixteen and the horse god will
     come to claim his consort for all the tribes to see.
Notes
     Original warnings and notes from Livejournal:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - bestiality, underage, horse
     god!Jared, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, toys.
                                    -Then-
The ground was shaking under Jensen's feet, he could see the dew fall from the
leaves at the heavy impact of hooves against the ground but even though his
chubby legs were itching to run he knew better than to do so. Everyone in the
Caballus tribe knew better than to run away from the sound that made the ground
shake and the heavens themselves turn a deeper shade of blue.
Jensen closed his eyes, breathing in deeply to calm his nerves as he hid behind
his mother's skirt until the thundering sound came to a stop and Jensen didn't
need to look around to know that the entire tribe was on their knees, heads
bowed down in submission as Equus stood in front of his worshippers. It was
Jensen's first time being allowed to accompany his tribe when they joined the
others for a tribute feast, and he really hadn't expected it to be quite as
terrifying.
A loud whinnying sounded through the otherwise eerily silent clearing and
before Jensen could think twice he looked up from his hidden position, looked
up and straight into the face of Equus. The horse god was bigger than Jensen
could ever have imagined, nothing like the sturdy, small ponies that his and
the other tribes used. Instead the horse stood taller than any man in the
tribe, his skin glistening in the light of the setting sun. Jensen knew he
shouldn't stare, should look down, but it was impossible when dark brown eyes
held his. Equus made a low, huffing sound and Jensen noticed an almost rippling
effect traveling through the gathered tribes before they hesitantly looked up
at their god.
"Jensen," his mother's low hiss reached him and it tore him out of the
enchantment.
Mother's voice wasn't angry, it was scared, and Jensen realized he was in a lot
of trouble; he had looked at Equus without being allowed to and that was a bad
thing to do. Tears started to burn in his eyes and he stared down to where his
small fist was clenching mother's skirt in a tight grip. He had begged and
pleaded to come to the feast, even though he was only nine and he had messed
up. Done wrong. The eyes of the tribes where all on him, they all knew what a
bad boy he was and that he must have angered Equus with his staring. He just
hadn't been able to stop himself, he had longed so much to see the god they all
worshipped, that his mother had told him so many stories about.
"Mom, I'm so..." Jensen started to say but he was interrupted by a loud huff.
As one the tribes turned to look at Equus but the horse god only had eyes for
one of his worshippers and his worshippers stepped aside when Equus came
forward, until he was standing right in front of Jensen. Then the big horse
bowed his head and pressed his muzzle against the top of Jensen's head,
breathing out heavy and Jensen shivered at the warm breath caressing him.
The clearing was suddenly filled with awed murmurs and some people even looked
close to tears but Jensen couldn't understand why they reacted the way they
did, or why his mother was staring at him with an open mouth. When Equus
breathed out again Jensen lifted his hand and touched the horse's neck, feeling
soft chestnut colored skin under the tips of his fingers. It wasn't until his
fingers were tangled in Equus's mane that he remembered that no one was
supposed to touch the god. But no one was protesting, no one tore his hand
away, instead the murmurs increased until Jensen could pick out glimpses of
conversation that didn't make sense to him. Not until the high priest stood up
and spoke.
"Remember this day, Children of Equus," the man said. "For the first time in a
hundred years our god has claimed a human child. The Caballus tribe has been
honored beyond all other tribes and this child will be cared for by all the
tribes until he comes of age. What is the name of the consort?"
It wasn't until Jensen's mother spoke out, calling out his name, that Jensen
realized they were actually talking about him, that the god he had worshipped
his entire life had chosen him, chosen him just the way old stories said the
god had a long time ago.
Jensen's life changed forever at his first tribute feast and for the years
following everything in his life would be a part of making him the perfect
consort.
 
                                     -Now-
Jensen's whole body was trembling with anticipation, almost seven years of
preparation and he was hours away from taking the final step. He let the
priestesses lower him down into the tub of warm water, let the heat soothe away
the restlessness in his limbs until he was breathing calmly, head rested
against a folded towel that was draped over the edge of the tub.
"This is a glorious day," one priestess said and added a strangely fragrant oil
to the bath. "The final claiming for Equus, the first one in over a hundred
years."
Over the last few years Jensen had heard all the stories, had heard every myth
and legend surrounding the Equus tribes but it was never something he would
grow tired of hearing, not when he knew what was waiting for him in the big
clearing. Slender fingers moved through his hair, cleaning out any grime from
it and Jensen let his eyes drift shut while the girls told the Old Stories to
each other.
"A long long time ago, the Great Equus walked among the tribes in human form,"
one of the girl’s said and scooped more water over Jensen's hair. "He even
found a mate within the tribe, the most beautiful of men and the tribes were
flourishing under their love. But other tribes got jealous, they hated the
human consort and swore to end his life before his time with Equus would make
him immortal."
"Equus was in his true form, running the wild plains, when the enemy came for
the consort, too far away to make it back before it was too late. He could do
nothing but bury the man he loved," another priestess continued, the wet cloth
in her hand moving over Jensen's skin. "Equus swore to not take human shape
again until his true mate was re-born into the tribes."
It was the same story they often told him while they cleaned him, but it was
different this time, he was not getting cleaned up to be taken to the training
room. It would not be a long evening spent with the toys and oils that he had
gotten used to, no slave's fingers inside him to get him ready for the stretch.
After the bath the only one to ever touch him again would be Equus.
"From time to time, Equus does take a consort, but only lovemaking with the
human Equus can turn a consort immortal, and so it has never happened because
Equus is still longing for the beloved mate he lost," the young priestess said
and her fingers caressed Jensen's face. "But maybe....that will change this
time."
Jensen smiled softly, it was the highest honor to be chosen as consort, the one
thing every member of the tribe dreamed about but it hadn't been done in so
long, not until Jensen came along. He was honored, but he was sure the consorts
before him had nourished the same dream, to be the one and get to stay with
Equus. To be the one that made their beloved god shift to his human form for
the first time in almost a thousand years.
"Are you nervous?" a young priestess from one of the other tribes asked when
they helped him out of the cooling water.
Jensen stretched his body, feeling how soft and fragrant the unfamiliar oil had
turned his skin and he let himself be padded down by soft towels: it had been a
long time since his own nakedness made him shy.
"Yes," Jensen said, but with a smile on his lips. "And no. This is... I want
this. I can't imagine not wanting this."
There was no doubt in his mind that they all could see the truth in the words
he spoke, even if he hadn't spent years preparing for this there was no way
Jensen could not want it. He was chosen by Equus, that was the biggest honor
anyone could receive and it had been bestowed upon him. He only hoped that he
could live up to what expectations the big stallion might have. There was no
way to explain the feelings that had come to life within him at the first
meeting with Equus, how the moment that the horse god's breath had fanned over
his skin, there was nothing else for Jensen. No human touch felt right and even
though he had felt pleasure when they made him practice, when they stretched
him wide so that he would be ready for the stallion, it was a bland pleasure,
always something missing. He knew in his heart that he was made for Equus.
The women stepped away from him then, their hands pulling back until he stood
naked, the ring of girls surrounding him and as one they bowed before him.
"Consort," they spoke in low, awed voices.
"We will be back to escort you to the clearing," the high priestess said when
the others turned towards the door of the small chamber they were in. "If
there's anything you need, let us know."
Jensen looked around the room, taking in the jar of salve waiting for him on a
small table beside the cot where he would spend the last hour before he was to
be presented to Equus at the strike of midnight, just when he turned sixteen.
"I have all I need," Jensen said. "Thank you for your help tonight, and over
the last years."
"It was our pleasure, consort," the woman said with a smile and the group left.
Silence stretched out, the only sound in the room Jensen's own calm breathing
and he didn't hesitate to walk over to the cot and stretch out on his back on
top of the velvety soft furs that were draped over it, a luxury that he had
become used to over the years and he loved the way they felt against his naked
skin. It wasn't the first time he had dipped his fingers into the strangely
warm salve, but it was the first time he had done so when all by himself, the
first time it would actually mean something.
Jensen spread his legs as far as he could on the cot, bending his knees until
he was wide open and he took a deep breath to calm his fluttering heart before
he reached down and rubbed slick fingers over tightly furled muscle, feeling it
send sparks shooting through his body. He closed his eyes and thought back to
the last tribute feast, a long night that he had spent in constant touch with
Equus, the stallion's breath on his skin. And in the early morning, when the
sun had painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, he had fallen asleep nestled
against Equus's side when the horse god lay down to watch over his people. Just
the memory of the warm flank pressed against him was enough for Jensen's cock
to harden and he pushed one finger inside, moaning at the sensation when the
salve warmed against his insides, enhancing the pleasure. Gasping for air he
dragged the finger back out, letting it circle around the rim for a few moments
before he pushed back in once more. The slight burn gave way quickly when the
salve worked it's magic and he could feel himself relax like he always did once
it seeped through his skin and when he pushed a second finger inside he felt
nothing but crackling pleasure.
"Want... by god... want so much..."
He was barely aware of the words falling from his lips while he worked himself
open with two slick fingers, pushing salve deep inside until he had no
hesitation to push a third finger in, his whole body arching up off the cot at
the onslaught of sensation when he brushed that wonderful spot deep inside.
With a low whine he pulled his fingers out, whole body shivering with need and
his hand was trembling when he dipped fingers into the salve, coating them
richly before he rolled around on the cot, pushing himself on his knees and
balancing with one hand against the wall while the other reached behind him to
push the salve inside once more. The position wasn't the best, but he didn't
care, not when his head fell forward against the wall and he breathed out a
shivering moan before reluctantly pulling back out once more.
Each breath he managed to gasp down was a struggle and he tried to calm himself
down but the chemical compound of the salve together with his own high soaring
emotions made it hard. When he reached out for the item waiting for him on the
bedside table he almost knocked it to the ground before he could get his slick
fingers to close around solid glass.
The glass phallus was cold under his fingers but Jensen knew it would soon be
warmed by his body heat and he pushed away from the wall, trying to gain his
balance on wobbly legs while he coated the glass length with even more salve,
fingers moving over the length with practiced ease. The hard length was the
closest he had ever been to the real thing and even though he knew it was a far
cry from what Equus would feel like he did cherish the item, both for the way
it helped him prepare for the stallion but also because he knew how hard it had
been for the tribes to get it for him.
His eyes fluttered close when he leaned forward once more, shifting until he
was on all fours on the bed and then balancing himself up with one hand so that
he would be able to put the rounded tip of the phallus to his slick entrance
and slowly push inside. The muscle relaxant had done its job and there was no
pain when Jensen slid it in, solid glass pushing at his insides, spreading him
wide and Jensen whimpered at the feel of it, his hard cock leaking pre-come
down on the soft furs.
Moving the hard length in and out, feeling it tug at his stretched rim, he
tried to imagine what Equus would feel like, but he had no way of picturing
what it could be like, not when the only thing that had ever been inside of him
beside the glass phallus was his own fingers or those of the slaves usually
assigned to prepare him. But oh he wanted to know, wanted to know everything.
He circled the toy inside his stretched hole, tried to open up himself even
more and all he could hear was his own moans and the wet sound of the toy
moving in and out of him until he had to slow down to not push himself over the
edge. Jensen didn't want to come that night, not until Equus claimed him for
all the tribes to see.
Jensen kept working the glass into himself, alternating between fast and slow
until he collapsed on the cot, legs unable to keep himself up anymore and he
slid down to lay on his side, glass phallus still firmly locked inside of him.
He left it there, hips rocking back and forth to make it send tingles of
sensation through his body while he waited for the priestesses to return, for
the moment he had been longing for to arrive.
                                      -¤-
The path to the clearing was lit by torches hammered down into the ground and
despite all the tribes being gathered there was a hush over the forest that
night, a feeling of excitement hanging in the air.
All Jensen really saw was the back of the high priestess where she was walking
in front of him, her feet silent against the ground when she lead him to the
waiting tribes but Jensen wasn't aware of any of that, not when each step took
him closer to Equus. He thought he could feel it, a powerful presence somewhere
ahead of him but he thought that might just be his own hopes and dreams of what
the night would be like that he imagined it all. But he really thought he
didn't.
Stepping into the clearing he let his gaze drift past the high priestess to the
middle where a circle was lit up by torches, everything to make sure that what
would take place would be visible for all the tribes. But what caught Jensen's
attention was the high altar set in the middle of the circle. His mouth fell
slightly open when he took it in and he was moving without thinking, not even
noticing the way the tribes looked over his naked body where it was on display
for the first time, not aware of how beautiful he was when the flickering light
from the torches turned his pale skin golden. Stepping into the ring of light
he saw the black velvet covering the altar and he reached out trembling fingers
to touch it, knowing full well how unusual a fabric like that was for the
tribes when most of them were nomadic. It was all part of the gift for Equus,
just like he was.
"It's time," the high priest said from his place just outside the circle and
the priestess nodded to him before stepping up to join her male counterpart.
Taking a deep breath Jensen closed his eyes for a second, gathering himself to
speak the most important words in his life and then he looked out over the
tribes, seeing awe in most faces, pride from those of his own tribe.
"I, Jensen of the Caballus tribe," he started, raising his voice to make sure
he was heard. "Was chosen by Equus. On this the night of my sixteenth birthday
I stand here, to ask if I am still wanted. If Equus so wants, I will be his
consort. I will swear my life to him."
The silent was heavy and Jensen truly felt scared when he for the first time
touched the thought that maybe the great stallion would not come forth.
"Equus, at this moment when I come of age, do you want me?"
The words were punctuated by the loud sound of a gong, ringing through the
clearing for just a second before it was drowned by the thunderous sound of
hoofs against ground. Jensen and all the tribes looked down the path where
Equus was moving towards them, play of muscles under shining brown skin and the
white of his legs and belly shockingly bright in the dark night.
Equus had come. Jensen was wanted.
The horse god came to halt just outside of the circle, gaze travelling over
Jensen's naked body and then towards the high altar and he huffed out breath
before tossing his head to the side, making his black mane dance and Jensen
knew a sign when he saw it. On trembling legs he walked over to the altar and
leaned forward, bracing himself against it and he breathed a sigh of relief
when he felt the soft padding hidden under the velvet surface. Looking back
over his shoulder he saw Equus stepping inside the circle, moving closer until
Jensen could feel hot breaths against his naked skin and he shivered at the
sensation before he spread his legs, offering himself to the god that had laid
his first claim so many years ago.
Equus moved his muzzle from the top of Jensen's head, brushing hot breath over
the sensitive side of his neck before moving further down, caressing Jensen's
body until the horse reached the rounded swell of his ass and Jensen canted his
hips up in invitation, and invitation that Equus didn't seem to hesitate to
take because the big horse moved behind Jensen and with a deep grunt he pushed
himself up on his hind legs, resting his bent front legs on either side of
Jensen's arms on the padded bench and Jensen breathed a silent sigh of relief;
Equus was huge and his weight was not something Jensen thought he could carry.
Jensen felt the pressure of Equus's belly against his back, soft white skin
rubbing against him and it was enough to have Jensen trembling and if he wasn't
so effectively pinned by the horse god he would have arched back into the touch
but all he could do was whimper when Equus shifted above him. All rational
thought disappeared from Jensen's mind when he suddenly felt something warm and
slightly wet nudge against his leg before Equus shifted and something big was
brushing again his upper thigh before finding it's way into the slicked cleft
of his ass, nudges that was enough for Jensen to not be able to breathe.
Years Jensen had spent preparing for this very moment, but nothing could have
really prepared him for the first brush against his salve slicked opening, his
worshipped god demanding entrance to his body. Equus was huge, much bigger than
Jensen had expected and a tremor of fear rushed through him, followed by a set
of emotions that didn't come from him and Jensen had no way to explain the
sudden comfort he felt nudging at his mind at the same time as Equus managed to
align his hard length to Jensen's hole and pushed ever so slightly. The muscle
relaxant salve had done its job and Jensen felt himself open, stretching wider
than he had ever been before and he couldn't hold back a sharp cry when a sharp
burst of pain shot through him.
Equus stilled in an instant, staying inside of Jensen and there was no doubt he
was offering time to adjust, time that Jensen appreciated when the pain
subsided and was replaced with a kind of pleasure that Jensen had never felt
before. The realization slammed into him hard enough to punch the air from his
lungs; he was being claimed, the heat inside him came from his god pushing into
him with a slowness that made it very clear that there was a mind behind the
huge body covering his. That was enough to make Jensen relax fully and a moan
fell from his lips.
Above him Equus shifted, his huge cock sliding in even deeper and Jensen's
whole body shook with the sensation of being so wonderfully full, owned,
claimed. The movement had the snow white feathering of Equus's front legs brush
against him and for some reason that small touch made it even more real, the
fact that it was a horse filling him up until he thought he would burst.
Jensen's hands clenched into the velvet when Equus shifted once more, heavy
length dragging against Jensen's inside when the horse pulled out slightly
before pushing back in with one incredibly slow motion, like he was testing
Jensen.
"I can... take it..."Jensen groaned when the cock pushed impossibly deep. "I
want to... I'm... oh god... I'm yours. Always yours."
That seemed to trigger something in Equus's mind and all Jensen could do was
cling to the altar when the big animal started fucking him so hard and deep
that Jensen thought he could taste it in the back of his throat. Each push and
pull against his inner walls enough to make Jensen cry out in pleasure time and
time again and he knew he was hard, had been since Equus had first shown,
proving that he still wanted Jensen for his consort, giving Jensen everything
he had dreamt about. Jensen didn't know what made him dare to do so, but his
trembling hands moved from their grip on the velvet to clutch at Equus's front
legs where they were bracketing him and Jensen dug his fingers into white skin,
and for the first time he managed to find enough leverage to push back ever so
slightly, feeling the brush of Equus against his back and the way the huge cock
shifted inside him, stretched him and touched places that had never been
touched before.
Jensen couldn't really understand how things changed so quickly, how the first
bright pain had morphed into something that was just mind numbing pleasure.
Equus was impossibly deep inside of him, wide enough to be a constant pressure
against that spot inside of Jensen and Jensen was beyond the point where he
could even beg, all he could do was twist his head to the side to sob his
pleasure into Equus's soft skin until a deep thrust made him throw how head
back and scream when an orgasm was ripped from him unexpectedly and Jensen's
body trembled around the hard length inside of him, his release pulsing out of
him and spattering the velvet covered altar.
Above him Equus made no motion to slow down, the hard cock kept pushing into
him, and despite feeling weak, still trembling in aftershocks, Jensen needed to
know. Bracing himself against the altar he slid one hand down and Equus seemed
to understand what he wanted, shifted so that Jensen could reach down and touch
the spot where he was spread wide around a hard cock for the first time in his
life. Jensen gasped at the feel of the horse god's cock against his fingers,
scorching heat that was even wider than Jensen had thought when he felt it
stretch him open. He didn't know how his body could accept something that big,
how it could feel so intensely good to be taken by the great stallion in front
of all the tribes.
Jensen arched back against the horse at the thought of all the tribes seeing
him like that, naked and full of the magnificent Equus, claimed as a consort
for all to see and Jensen was proud over it, wanted them all to see how well he
could please Equus. Looking around he couldn't see the faces clearly through
the ring of light surrounding him and the horse god, but he could hear low
mumbles, gasps and even moans and he knew he was good, he was pleasing the
tribes as well as the great stallion pumping him full. He just wished he could
take even more, he could feel that Equus was holding back, despite the salve
there was no way for Jensen to take the full length of the god but he wanted
to, longed for it. He traced over the hard cock where it was still outside of
his body before he trailed fingers back up over his own body only to freeze in
awed shock when he touched his own belly because he could feel Equus inside
him. Could feel the huge cock moving inside of him when he pushed one hand
against the flat of his stomach and it was enough to make his head spin, his
cock harden once more.
Can't be...can he? So young...so perfect... Mine.
The words rang strangely in his mind and Jensen blinked, tried to clear his
mind enough to make sense of what was happening but Equus had pulled out of him
enough for the head of his cock to brush against that wonderful place inside of
him with every slow rock of the horse's body and thinking just wasn't an
option.
It was so unlike anything Jensen had expected, he had seen horses mate and had
watched them, wondering what it would feel like but he had never taken into
account the great mind of their god, how Equus would know to play his body with
just the thrust of hard cock into Jensen. Their mating was thousand times more
than he could ever have hoped for, a sweet perfection that made his blood boil
and breathless moans fall from his lips. He didn't think he would ever get
enough of his divine lover, the stretch and the earth shattering pleasure
combined with a tenderness that was made even more amazing by the cheer size of
the animal behind him.
Haven't felt...not in...so many years...
"Who...who said...that?" Jensen groaned, trying to get his mind to work with
him but the words were spoken too softly to even reach the priest and
priestess, but they could clearly reach someone because an unfamiliar voice
rang in his head.
You can hear me?
The voice sounded shocked and when it was accompanied by Equus going still
inside off him something pushed at the furthest edges of Jensen's mind,
something he should be able to put a finger to.
"Who are you? What..." he gasped out, following by an almost desperate sound
when Equus suddenly pulled out.
The hard length left Jensen's body, leaving him trembling against the altar and
he could hear the collected gasps from the tribes at the interrupted mating.
Jensen. Can you hear this? Don't answer aloud, just think it. Consort, can you
hear me?
Equus. It had to be, Jensen could hear Equus speaking in his head. Talking
straight to him. The realization had him spinning around too quickly, almost
falling when a low ache rushed through him and he could feel his body slowly
close from the stretch when he leaned back against the altar, eyes on the huge
stallion in front of him, their gazes locking like they had that first time
they met and Jensen thought the word yes at the same time he did a barely
visible nod.
He could see Equus take a step back and Jensen's belly dropped, he would be the
first consort ever to be rejected mid-mating and tears stung his eyes. Just
when he was about to let his gaze fall from the god that he loved and
worshipped something happened, a rippling went through Equus's body, from his
muzzle all the way back to his tail and then a shift happened, a change that
was everything Jensen could have dreamt about and then some, a shift that was
what every member of the tribe had prayed for.
Equus shimmered, changed, and Jensen could never say how it happened but
suddenly there was no horse standing in front of him, instead there was a man
with hair the color of Equus's skin, down to flecks of snowy white at the tips
and there was no doubt what had just happened.
Their god had taken human form for the first time in a thousand years.
A stunned, eerie silence had fallen over the clearing, the tribes seemed as
stunned as Jensen himself was, unable to gather themselves together to react
and Jensen knew he was staring wide eyed at the man in front of him.
"Consort," the man said in a deep voice that sent trembles down Jensen's spine.
"You've been brought back to me after all these years."
That seemed to push the tribes from their stunned silence and a low murmur
rippled through the night but Jensen didn't listen to it, he just stared at the
glorious human version of the god in front of him. The man was just as naked as
Jensen himself was, strong muscles under tanned skin and Jensen felt his mouth
go dry at the sight the same way it had done the first time he had felt Equus's
belly press against his back.
"I'm..." he said but couldn't find words for the emotions that swirled in his
mind.
"You don't remember me," Equus said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. "But
you will, and nothing will keep me away from you now, beloved."
The last word spoken triggered something in the dark recesses of Jensen's mind,
the shadow of a memory and suddenly it made sense, the deep connection that he
had felt with Equus from their very first meeting, the longing he had felt for
the big stallion whenever they weren't close.
"I've claimed you in my true form," the huge man said and stepped closer until
he was towering over Jensen. "Now, I think it's time for me to claim my mate in
the human form, tie you to me forever. You asked if I wanted you now that
you've come of age and I think my answer was obvious. Now I ask you, Jensen, do
you want to be mine?"
Jensen looked at the huge man in front of him, and then out into the darkness
where he knew the gathered tribes were watching his every movement. It wasn't a
decision to make, not for Jensen, not when he had been raised to love Equus and
then spent years to prepare himself for this very night. Jensen was meant for
the man in front of him, no matter what form that man was.
"I already am yours, Equus," Jensen said with a sure voice. "Always has been."
Cheers rang out in the darkness, the tribes celebrating, but all Jensen felt
was the man wrapping a big arm around him, lifting him off the ground with
ease, spreading him out on his back on top of the padded altar, big hands
tracing over sweat slicked skin in a caress so soft it had Jensen trembling.
"Equus," he moaned softly, hips rising off the altar.
"That's my name in my true form," the man said. "Once you called me by a human
name. I wish you would do that once more."
The god looked down at him, eyes dark under the shadow of his soft hair and
Jensen could feel something push at his mind, a presence unlike anything he had
felt before and he caught flickers of memories, of touches and mating sessions
and then, from the very depths of memories that had once been his came a name
that felt more right than any other had before.
"Jared," he breathed out and the god smiled.
Equus, Jared, got up on the altar, spreading Jensen's legs and kneeling in the
vee between them, big hands stroking over his thighs to push them even further
apart and Jensen realized just how hard he was once more when Jared wrapped a
big hand around his cock.
"I've missed touching you, beloved," his god spoke out, low enough for only
Jensen to hear. "I will be inside you for so long, fill you up time and time
again."
There was no need to be careful, not with how stretched Jensen had already been
by Equus pushing deep inside and it seemed they both knew it for Jared lifted
Jensen's hips up and aligned his hard length to Jensen's hole and slowly he
pushed inside. It wasn't like having Equus inside of him, nothing like burn of
too-much but at the same time it was better because he had Jared's eyes locked
with his and the man's big hands gripping his hips to hold him still. Jared had
been huge as Equus, but he was still big in his human for and pleasure exploded
through his body when Jared pushed fully inside with one powerful thrust.
"My god..." Jensen groaned and wrapped his legs around Jared's waist.
Jared pushed big hands in under Jensen's body, fitting them to the curve of his
ass and lifting Jensen's hips up to push in even deeper and Jensen hesitated
for just a second before he let his hands travel up Jared's arms, feeling
strong muscles flexing under the tips of his fingers until he reached strong
shoulders that he clung to desperately as he arched up against Jared. The god
was moving inside him, cock moving easily and Jensen was trembling, crying out
in pleasure each time Jared pushed himself all the way inside.
"Mine," Jared groaned. "Gonna mate with you,make love to you until you truly
become mine forever."
Another memory pushed at Jensen's mind then, the priestesses stories about how
the consort had been killed before he could change, before he had been turned
immortal and realization hit him then.
"Forever," he moaned and his fingers slid up to tangle in the man's hair.
For a second he thought he might have overstepped his boundaries but then Jared
shifted his grip on Jensen, one hand splaying out over his back and the other
cradled the back of his head, lifting it up to slot their lips together. The
intimacy of the kiss stunned Jensen, it was nothing he would have imagined even
if he would ever have truly allowed himself to think of the possibility of
meeting Equus in his human form.
A low yelp escaped Jensen when Jared suddenly lifted him up, shifting the two
of them until Jensen was seated in his lap, hard length pushing deep inside and
Jensen wrapped both arms and legs around the god, clinging to him while the
both of continued to trade heated kisses. The new position had their bodies
pressed flush together and Jensen's cock was trapped between them, glorious
friction that had a second orgasm building up fast enough to put every nerve
ending on fire.
With a sharp cry of pleasure Jensen threw his head back as his release spilled
out between their bodies and he could feel his inner walls flutter around the
cock inside of him, causing Jared to push him down hard and keep still deep
inside, Jensen could feel warm come filling him, coating his insides and it
felt like each burst of come inside of him pushed his own orgasm higher and
higher until he collapsed boneless against Jared, only strong arms wrapped
around him holding him up.
Slowly their breathing calmed down again, none of them spoke but they traded
soft kisses until Jared carefully pulled out and lay Jensen back down on the
velvet covered altar. The god hovered over Jensen for a moment before he pushed
off and stood up beside the altar, facing the gathered tribes.
"Children of Equus," he called out in a voice that boomed across the clearing.
"Thank you for bringing my beloved consort back to me, I regret the time we
have spent parted. I will now walk among you once more, with my beloved by my
side for ever."
The answering roar of cheering was breathtaking, all the tribes coming together
as one to celebrate what had just taken place and Jensen could hear the words
our god and consort cheered time and time like a mantra but nothing of that
meant as much as Jared's presence beside him. With a smile to the tribes Jared
turned to face Jensen again, dark gaze traveling over Jensen's naked body.
"Only I get to see you like this from now on," the man said in a low voice,
lifting the velvet up to cover Jensen's body. "Do you want to leave, beloved?"
"Leave?" Jensen asked and slid down from the altar to land on slightly
trembling legs.
He couldn't hold back the slight wince when tender muscles stretched in the
movement, but it was a dull, satisfying sort of ache that made him already long
for more.,
"I have waited a long time for you, Jensen," Jared said softly and brushed
fingers over Jensen's cheek. "Now it's time for me to catch up on lost time.
Will you come with me?"
Jensen looked out over the tribes where the real feast seemed to have begun,
fires being lit to warm food and music started playing. He had no doubt where
he was meant to be though so he nodded and smiled towards the god that had
chosen him. Jared smiled back, and then the strangle ripple ran through him
once more, his entire form seemed to grow and change in mere moments and Equus
stood before Jensen again. The great stallion knelt in front of Jensen, head
tilting to the side.
Climb up beloved one.
"I can't...you're a god...I can't ride you like a common horse," Jensen gasped.
You can. You're my consort now, Jensen. You belong with me, under me, on me.
Climb up and I'll take you away, beloved. We have so many years to make up for,
and I plan to fill you several times more tonight alone. Make you belong to me,
make you immortal to stand by my side.
Jensen closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath before he shifted the velvet
around him enough to be able to straddle Equus's broad back, fighting back the
wince at pressure against his ass. His hands burried into the horse god's mane,
gripping tight and then Equus stood up and whinnied loud, making all the tribes
turn to watch as he carried Jensen away from the clearing.
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