Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2013 16:08:39 +1000
From: Harley Richards <secretlyariver@gmail.com>
Subject: Faun - Gay Male - Science Fiction & Fantasy

A young man, Jonathan by name, crunched his way through snow and fallen
leaves with his eyes on the black and white sight of snow on soil below
him. His hands were buried within the warm pockets of his coat and covered
in home-made woolen mittens. He wore a beanie over his ears and glasses on
his face. The holidays had made his morning walks into mid-afternoon
affairs, though the woods surrounding his hometown were characteristically
deserted at all times regardless. A walk wasn't a walk unless one took it
alone, or so he'd told himself since he committed to the whole exercise
scheme.

There were very few animals around, which he attributed to the onset of
winter. He was no zoologist by any stretch of the imagination, but so far
as he knew, furred little things weren't fond of the cold. No birds sang
around him. The trees had all lost their leaves and appeared unmistakably
bare around him, thick dark stretches of wood all towering well above his
head. Although he was fond of solitude in a lot of ways, especially during
times like these when he felt he needed to clear his head, he found himself
pondering just how lonely it all felt. Aside of his footfalls, he couldn't
hear a sound. Even the branches above his head were silent as the light
breeze disturbed them.

Raising his gaze, Jonathan set his mind on the matters that brought him out
here in the first place, all in their due order. College, money, family and
the unassailable attraction to men that would see the first complicated,
the second in short supply and the third causing the preceding problems. He
was nineteen years old now and although the people who he met through
college all said with some amount of pride that they announced their
homosexuality to the world at all of fourteen or fifteen, he lagged behind
with problems staggering out the whole muddy process. The simplest solution
was, of course, to just keep that sort of thing to himself indefinitely,
but that only made things much worse in the end, didn't it?  The artificial
feeling his conversations with relatives held was unmistakable...

Of course, his mum would probably cry and yell and demand that he retract
what he told her. His father would sit silently at the kitchen table, eyes
on his dinner as he chewed the same mouthful again and again.  His two
younger siblings would likely laugh it off and exchange a few notes of
money to whichever won the bet. He didn't mind the idea of his father's
disapproving silence. Honestly, he became accustomed to that as soon as it
became apparent he wouldn't be a successful mechanic or boxer. It was the
wailing of his mother that he couldn't build the courage to confront. Even
though she taught him how to knit when it was harmless and childish to
learn.

A plume of mist rose from his mouth as he let a sigh slip by. Even though
he felt a distinct pressure well in his chest each time the subject of
women came up in his household (which was often, lately), he decided that
it may just be best to keep that aspect of his personality away from his
family for another few months. Graduation would come, then financial
independence. Once he had those, his family couldn't really do much to
influence his life.

His head adopted a cant to the side, attempting to catch a sound that
whisked by. It was brief and low, throaty. An animal? A jogger? He turned
in place, backpedaling off the improvised path he'd been making. His
mitten-clad hands welled into fists in his pockets as tension rose through
his back. Jonathan wasn't a man who enjoyed being surprised, at least not
alone in the woods. His eyes scanned the landscape, noting leafless trees
and snow-covered shrubs, innumerable potential hiding places but none that
appeared occupied. He never felt this worried when he was wandering the
streets of the town surrounding his campus, but the woods...

Seeing nobody, Jonathan went back to the road, moving back the way he
came. He still felt certain that something was lurking out in some frosty
little nook somewhere, eyes lingering on him. Home might not have been
comfortable, but it was certainly safe. That is, so long as he didn't
mention a walk through the woods had him scared. Then he'd never live down
how much of a "city boy" he'd become.

As he made his way back, he noticed one of the bushes had been toppled over
to the side. What looked almost like footprints trailed to the bush and
beyond it. A narrow, spotty streak of red could be made out through the
white of the snow. Jonathan swallowed the lump that had appeared in his
throat, pausing by the scene to look off where the round track led. They
certainly weren't human. It must have been a wounded animal that made its
way through. From what he could piece together, most likely a deer,
something like that.

He told himself that the best thing to do now was to make his way home all
the faster, but something compelled him to follow the tracks. He cursed
himself, called himself an idiot and made sure to recall every single
horror movie that ended in death precisely this way. And yet it was as
though his legs were under somebody else's control, his body moving along
after the trail and his consciousnesses seated behind his eyes to watch the
event unfold. Even through the woolen mittens, he felt his fingernails
biting into his palms, firm enough to break the skin.

Winding his way around the naked trees, he noticed the streak of red was
becoming thinner, until only the footprints were left in the snow. They
couldn't really be called footprints, he observed, as they weren't made by
feet. Hoofprints, animal tracks. As he mulled over what he ought to call
the markers he followed, he was persistently aware that he was getting
further and further from the road. Whatever had injured this animal would
surely be near it. That's how predators worked after all. They wouldn't
just maul a deer and let it run off without chasing...

Jonathan cast a worried look over his shoulder, chewing his lower lip
nervously. He saw nothing but the way he came and his own tracks. As he
watched the way behind him, he kept on moving forward. Then a sound -
another low, guttural grunting - brought his attention back to his front.
That's when he saw a man, or a creature like enough to a man, with antlers
sprouting from the sides of his forehead.

All of the wind slipped from Jonathan's lungs as though he had been
struck. He became aware, in spite of his stunned state, that his body was
shivering. Ahead of him was indeed an antlered man, propped up against one
of the trees. He sat on what Jonathan first thought might have been a
blanket, but as he stared he saw that the woolly thing was in fact attached
firmly to the man's waist. While the man held the torso of a very
attractive, rather muscular male, Jonathan was almost ashamed for
observing, below the waist all human visage disappeared into the likeness
of an enormous goat's flank and hind legs.

Paying absolute attention to the sight, Jonathan noticed very quickly that
the altered goat-man appeared to be hurt. There was a wound, open but no
longer bleeding, around his ankle. Rather, around what would be an ankle on
a normal, healthy human. Only hesitating for a moment more, the young man
made his way forward, murmuring half-coherently under his breath, "let me
help."

Jonathan lowered his way down onto his knees beside the man-creature.
Without putting much thought at all into his actions, he slipped his coat
off and reached down to lift his shirt over his head, leaving his own chest
bare and exposed to the incredible cold. His shivering intensified.
Clumsily, in part due to the odd foggy state that had come over his mind,
in part due the trembling of his hands, he reached down to fasten his shirt
around the creature's wound in a makeshift bandage. He kept his eyes low
and on the wound the whole time, something about looking up at the creature
just too difficult to do in that moment.

As he made to retract his hands, he found them caught in place. The
creature had snared them in his own, holding them in place. Suddenly, all
of the cold was washed out of Jonathan's body, replaced by an impossible
warmth. The young man raised his eyes from the wound, inadvertently
scanning over the creature's furry crotch, which was most definitely male.
He swallowed hard and kept his eyes darting up, over the hair-covered
belly, chest and neck, finally rising to meet the creature's eyes. The
antlered man wore a vague smirk on his face. Their eyes remained on one
another's for just a moment before Jonathan cleared his throat and looked
down again, definitely not at the creature's crotch. He felt his hand being
tugged up, then a pair of lips against the back of it. An appreciative
kiss.

"You should put your coat on." Somehow, there was a second of delay between
hearing the words and connecting them to the half-animal man's mouth. His
hands were released and Jonathan scrambled to do just that. His cheeks
flushed with colour as he realized how he'd exposed himself to the very
much nude wounded man, then they became a deeper red as the kiss settled
firmly into his cloudy, confused mind. Once he was covered with his coat,
Jonathan looked up at the other man again, opening his mouth to voice the
plethora of questions that had leapt to mind. The result was a prolonged
'uhh,' as all of them struggled to fit their way through the confined space
of his lump-filled throat.

"A faun," breathed the antlered man, chasing the word with a musical
chuckle. He certainly didn't seem to be in pain at all, despite the bound
wound. "And you shouldn't worry about what hurt me. It's bound to where I
came from and shouldn't be able to follow me to where I am."

"What?" Jonathan felt his head tipping to the side again, one of his eyes
narrowing down in further confusion. He started to suspect he was dreaming.

"There and here are very distinct, different things," said the faun in a
particularly scholarly way. He wore a bright smile. Despite his inhuman,
inexplicable appearance, there was something Jonathan found strangely
trustworthy about that smile. It reminded him of that quality shared by
almost all of the faces seen on commercials. The young man shook the
thought from his head with closed eyes, drawing in a slow breath as if
clarity might arrive through his lungs.

"There is a faun in the forest near my parents' house," he started evenly,
swallowing hard after he spoke. The faun seated across from him, watching
him, nodded his antlered head. Jonathan's eyes were drawn to the thick,
dark nest of curls atop his head. "And he was injured, but he's safe
now. And whatever injured him can't reach him. He isn't bleeding any more."

"That does seem to be the short of it, doesn't it?" Another lyrical chuckle
followed the faun's words. Jonathan nodded, raising a hand to scratch his
chin. The faun watched the movements of the dyed, knitted wool
curiously. Jonathan wondered if it was a goat thing, but thought better of
asking. He wouldn't want to offend the first mythical creature he ever
met. He hid the woolen mitten away in his pocket again.

"So, um... Do you need any help or anything?" Jonathan cleared his throat
softly, looking about the forest again. The faun allowed a brief pause to
stretch on, before nodding once more. The creature started making his way
to a stand, using the tree behind his back to support his weight throughout
the effort. When Jonathan noticed that he was only putting weight on the
one leg, he rose to stand as well, looping his arms underneath the faun's
and doing as he could to lift him. He was surprised by how heavy the
creature was. After a few moments and a grunt from the antlered man, both
were standing, though the faun much less evenly than either of them would
have liked.

Again, the faun nodded. He stood a clear half-foot above Jonathan's
head. That wasn't very impressive, Jonathan was a particularly short, small
sort of man. The faun had a broader build too, more readily visible now
that both were on their feet. Or hooves, such as it was. "I need a place to
rest, if only for a few hours. I should be well enough come evening."

Suddenly, the lumps in Jonathan's throat sank down to well up around his
chest. He couldn't invite a naked mythical creature back to his parents'
house. Could he? His eyes trail down to the wrapped wound on the faun's
leg, which was held up and off the ground. Reluctantly, Jonathan felt and
heard his own murmuring before he really thought about the words. "You can
stay in my room for a few hours. Nobody's home right now anyway. I don't
know how we're going to get there, though. Won't somebody see us?"

The faun shook his head, reaching an arm out and around Jonathan's
shoulders. He used the smaller man as a support. Jonathan started walking,
doing his best to keep the faun upright. The pace was slow and cautious.
"Nobody can see us," the faun replied. In answer to Jonathan's inquisitive
look, he continued, "I'd hardly be much of a myth if I didn't have mystical
powers, hm? We may appear and disappear as we wish."

"Right." Jonathan led the faun along. They fell quiet for a moment, the
young man spending the time sorting through all of the information he had
accumulated. There was a new distraction, though. A heavy, warm weight on
his shoulders. He noted that the faun smelled very much like the forest
surrounding them, or perhaps he didn't have a distinct scent at all. The
arm around him was strong and full of muscle, though with a layer of
comfortable fat over the top keeping it from being too firm. His eyes
unconsciously flitted down to the faun's belly, just padded enough to sway
from side to side. The hair covering it trailed up to the faun's chest,
where it formed another nest. His eyes moved up another inch and met with
the faun's, who'd been watching Jonathan perform an inspection.  Jonathan
felt his cheeks flush red again and looked to the path ahead instead.

After a while, the faun broke the silence. "My name is Llewellyn, by the
way." He offered another smile down at Jonathan. Although Jonathan didn't
look up, afraid that he might blush and embarrass himself again, he could
feel Llewellyn's smile and hazel eyes on him.

"Shouldn't you have a Greek name?"

"Why would I? I've never been to Greece." At that, Jonathan did look up to
Llewellyn, puzzled.

"Are you from Wales, then?"

"No, no." Llewellyn shook his head. If he weren't so much taller, his
antler might have smacked into Jonathan. "Like you, I'm from this quiet
little town here. Although you'd never see me, or the others like me."
Seeing the confused expression on his companion's face, Llewellyn went
on. "Think of the world as being like an envelope. You live on the outside,
whereas I, my friend, live on the inside."

"Right," Jonathan said again, pretending to understand. He nodded his head
and continued on down the pathway. "How were you hurt, anyway?"

"Hunters." Another perplexed look, this one with a twinge of
worry. Llewellyn moved to assuage it. "They can't reach the outside of the
envelope. But just as the outside has ivory hunters and their like, the
inside has those who kill for these." The faun reached up to tap a finger
against one of his antlers. "Unicorns have it worse, though.  Their horns
can bestow immortality. You can imagine how in-demand they are."

"Right," said Jonathan, for a third time. He was finding things made less
and less sense to him the more Llewellyn divulged. The two continued on,
the faun making a few more attempts at describing the strange cosmology of
a world that Jonathan couldn't see, Jonathan nodding along in an attempt to
be polite. The young man's eyes stole over the faun's form again and again,
despite his best efforts at restraint. From the waist up, Jonathan found
him remarkably attractive. As they made their way nearer to town, he even
confessed to himself, the bestial legs had their own distinct charm too.

When they finally reached the border of the forest, Jonathan felt Llewellyn
pause. The faun lowered his wounded leg to the ground, testing his weight
atop it. A wince told them both that he wasn't ready to walk
unassisted. Visibly reluctant, Llewellyn gestured Jonathan on and the young
man started walking. Jonathan's family home was placed conveniently enough.
It had been built directly opposite the woods. This far from the city, it
seemed no houses had fences. The two could walk directly into the house.
Nevertheless, Jonathan led Llewellyn to a tree instead, easing the faun
against it. "Wait here," he murmured, before hurrying to cross the distance
to the house alone.

Jonathan made his way inside, swiftly hurrying through. It was a decently
sized, single story home, with four bedrooms. Jonathan checked each and
every one, along with every other room. Finding the house empty and knowing
it almost definitely would be for another five, possibly even six hours, he
decided it was safe enough to bring Llewellyn indoors. Before leaving to
meet the faun again, he fetched an umbrella from beside the door, deciding
it would do as a makeshift cane.

He found Llewellyn testing weight against his leg again, something
despondent about the faun's expression. "It's difficult, not being able to
run," the faun explained, though he wore a smile as he looked across to
Jonathan. Jonathan nodded in an attempt to appear as though he understood
yet again, handing across the cane and moving to support the faun as he had
before, tucked beneath that warm, powerful arm. Together, the two crossed
the distance to the back porch, where Llewellyn's hooves echoed loudly
against the hardwood. "You have a lovely home," the faun said, sincerity in
his tone, as they made their way inside. Jonathan thought the house was
old, small and too cluttered with a family's mess, but who was he to
correct a naked faun?

They made their way directly to Jonathan's bedroom, where the young man
closed and locked the door behind them. Then he helped Llewellyn lie down
on the bed. Noting how exhausted he felt after supporting the faun's weight
the whole way home, Jonathan fell onto the other side of the bed, closing
his eyes and doing his best to relax despite the circumstances. He heard
that rhythmic chuckle again and found himself smiling. "Usually, it's a
little more difficult to get a man into bed with me."

Jonathan sat bolt upright, looking down at the faun in wide-eyed horror.
At first he felt the blood fade from his face, then it came flooding back
as a deep blush set in. Llewellyn took a turn at appearing confused, his
antlered head canting slowly to a side, questioningly. Jonathan's voice was
quiet as he assembled his explanation. "It's just, uh, nobody's
really... um, figured out that I'd be in bed with men before, I guess."
This only brought out that musical laugh again. Jonathan lowered his eyes,
finding them roaming across Llewellyn's hair-covered chest again.

"I find that hard to believe. You've barely been able to keep your eyes off
of me since we met."

"In my defense," Jonathan protested, "you are something I didn't believe
existed."

"Excuses." Llewellyn sat up slowly, scooting his way nearer to
Jonathan. The young man opened his mouth to ask what the faun was doing,
but instead he felt Llewellyn's lips press in against his own. For a moment
he thought of shoving the faun away, but the thought melted as soon as he
felt Llewellyn's tongue brush against his lips. It wasn't Jonathan's first
kiss altogether, but it was his first kiss with another male and he sank
into it easily. He felt Llewellyn's hand against the back of his head,
slowly brushing through his hair, down to the back of his neck. Jonathan
had no idea of how sensitive that particular part of him was and before he
could restrain the sound, he whimpered into the kiss.

Llewellyn drew back, chuckling again. He watched the young man's features
as he stroked a slow, gentle circle around the back of Jonathan's
neck. Jonathan's face remained full of colour, his eyes fluttering shut as
his mouth hung slightly open, drawing in shrill breaths. With a trembling
voice, Jonathan struggled to murmur, "what are you doing?"

"Something you enjoy, from the look of it," answered the faun.  His free
hand came up to rest against Jonathan's chest, pressing in firm for a
moment. Then it drew away, finding the coat's zipper. Llewellyn drew it
down slowly, exposing Jonathan's chest. The young man offered no protest,
even shrugging the coat off once the zipper was low enough. As soon as it
was unfastened, Llewellyn's hand released it, lowering down to cup against
Jonathan's crotch. Llewellyn watched as the young man tensed, felt the
swelling length beneath the sweatpants the young man had worn for his
morning walk. He released it, drawing his hand up over the smooth skin of
Jonathan's stomach, up to his hairless chest. Jonathan cast his coat aside.

"I think you could do worse for a first time. A creature of myth and
legend." Llewellyn's voice seemed a decibel lower and infinitely more
sultry, more masculine, to Jonathan. The faun's course, powerful hand
sought out one of Jonathan's nipples, a finger circling around the pink
areola. Between the new sensation and the fingers still stroking over the
back of his neck, Jonathan could do nothing to keep his soft whimper from
reaching Llewellyn's ears a second time. The antlered man only chuckled.

"You'll have to show me what to do," Jonathan murmured, embarrassed by his
inexperience. As though to reassure him, Llewellyn leaned in to kiss him
again, this time sliding his tongue in by Jonathan's soft lips. The two ran
their tongues over one another's, Llewellyn a practiced expert, Jonathan a
clumsy amateur desperate to keep up. He felt the faun's hands slide down
his body, one along his back, one over his chest and stomach. Their came
down to rest in the hem of his sweatpants, before tugging away the last
pieces of Jonathan's clothing.

Llewellyn drew away from the kiss to look down over Jonathan's form. He
noted the young man's slender legs, drawing up to broad, almost girlish
hips. And he noticed that, although Jonathan was certainly a virgin, he
kept his crotch neatly shaven. Llewellyn pressed a finger against the
center of the young man's chest, trailing it downs slowly over his belly,
through the short-cropped hair over his crotch and to the hard-standing
length. From the root to the tip, he dragged his finger up along the shaft,
then tapped the very tip. "You're beautiful, my dear friend," Llewellyn
murmured, giving Jonathan another gentle kiss. Jonathan shivered, a drop of
pre already emerging from his shaft as the faun's finger continued to tap
against it.

Soon enough, the faun decided he'd teased the young man enough. He drew his
hands away from Jonathan's body, turning away to the side. He lowered his
hooves off of the bed, resting them against the hardwood floor. For a
moment, Jonathan thought he'd done something wrong. He was ready to
apologize and beg the faun not to stop, but Llewellyn didn't give him the
chance. "Come over here and kneel between my legs. There's plenty you're
going to have a chance to learn, I believe."

"Right," Jonathan whispered, unable to hide his excitement. He crawled over
the bed, climbed off of it and settled down on his knees. It was strange,
kneeling between the two goat-like legs. He raised his hands, then realized
they were both still covered with his woolen mittens.  Llewellyn chuckled
as Jonathan hurried to remove them, tossing them off to the side in a
hurry. With his hands bare, the young man placed one on either of the
faun's legs, feeling down through the fleece. To his surprise, it was
astonishingly soft and warm, where he expected it to be coarse. Jonathan
petted his hands through it again and again as he smiled up to Llewellyn.

"You're going to learn to pleasure a man with your mouth, my friend," said
the antlered man, reaching a coarse hand down to rest against the back of
Jonathan's head. Gently, the faun tugged Jonathan in nearer and the young
man offered no resistance. Before he knew it, his face was in against the
thick, blanket-like fleece covering the faun's crotch.  He turned his head
from side to side slightly, rubbing it against his cheeks. Despite himself,
Jonathan let an excited, bubbly giggle slip by him, though he fell silent
as soon as he felt the soft, heavy warmth of Llewellyn's sac against his
nose. He knew without any doubt now that the faun definitely had a scent
and that, down here at his crotch, it was much like the forest with an
undeniable tinge of sex.

Jonathan drew his head back just a few inches, raising his hands between
the faun's thighs. He parted the thick fleece enough to find the faun's
length, half-hard and already startling in side. Five inches, perhaps six,
without being full in size. It was thick enough that when Jonathan closed
his hand around it, his fingers only just met his thumb. He didn't hesitate
to start stroking, drawing the faun's foreskin down to expose the head of
his length, watching it swallow up the glans again as he tugged his hand
up. He heard the faun gasp, felt those legs part a fraction further around
him.

"Very good. Now, explore it, become acquainted. Mind your teeth," Llewellyn
murmured. Jonathan hesitated, tugging his face away altogether. He looked
back over his shoulder, the door to his bedroom immediately behind
him. Although he remembered locking the door, he couldn't see to be certain
from his position on the floor. Jonathan felt the Llewellyn's fingers curl
gently in his hair, felt a tug coaxing him back to his work. "Don't worry,
my friend. As you said, we have hours yet, hm?" Jonathan looked up over
that hairy, muscled body, smiling and nodding to Llewellyn. He leaned in
and stretched his tongue out of his mouth, his eyes on Llewellyn's as he
ran his tongue along the underside, from the base to the tip, the first
manhood he tasted belonging to a fantastical creature he only just met.

He found Llewellyn tasted very much how he smelled. A mixture of woodland
scents and sex. Jonathan parted his lips and swallowed the faun's length
into his mouth eagerly, testing just how far he could draw down on it
without gagging. He felt Llewellyn hardening within his mouth, those five
or six inches fast becoming eight, causing him to draw back along it.  The
faun sighed out in pleasure, starting to pet his fingers through Jonathan's
hair. "You can't just hold it there, my dear. Start sucking and use your
tongue. Bob your head as well. Yes, that's it," he hummed as he felt
Jonathan moving eagerly to comply, the young man lovingly bobbing along the
faun's thick length. The two watched each other's eyes all the while.

Acting on instinct, Jonathan stroked one of his hands in through the fleece
of Llewellyn's thigh, reaching out to cup his sac. He petted against it
carefully, gently juggling those two sensitive orbs. Llewellyn let out a
soft, approving, "good boy." His length let out a few drops of its own,
treating Jonathan to the taste. Jonathan drew in a deep breath through his
nose, his eyes fluttering. There was something intoxicating about the
taste, something that made him feel he needed more. He bounced his head a
little faster, curled his tongue along the underside in a desperate attempt
to coax more of the stuff out. He even suckled a little harder, attempting
to nurse the stuff into his mouth.

With his eyes on Llewellyn's, he saw the faun's brow arch.  "Careful, my
dear," he heard the faun say, his voice strained under the feeling of
Jonathan's mouth. "You wouldn't want to be addicted." There was that
chuckle again. It only made Jonathan more eager, if such were possible. The
young man wasn't certain he ever wanted to stop. Those drops and tastes
became more frequent as he nursed on the faun's shaft. The scent became
thicker and he found he loved it. His own length twitched, neglected and
needy, all of his attention on the faun's shaft.

Willing it on, the faun bent forward, curling his body over the young
man's. His arms wrapped around Jonathan's head, holding him in place, but
not pulling him in too far on the shaft. A few moments and tongue motions
more and Llewellyn flooded Jonathan's mouth with cum. Jonathan was shocked
at first, before eagerly swallowing down gush after gush. The taste was
stronger, more wonderful, then the previous samples had been. Llewellyn's
length didn't shrink down following his orgasm and it was just as well,
because Jonathan didn't feel done yet. The taste of Llewellyn's cum had
only made him more desperate. He kept on sucking and swallowing.

Llewellyn released Jonathan's head, placing his hands on each of the young
man's shoulders. He gently removed Jonathan from his length, showing his
approval in a smile. "Very, very well done, my dear. But you've another
hole, you know."

"I've heard that hurts," Jonathan murmured, though they both knew that
wouldn't prevent anything. Llewellyn lowered his arms down, slipping one
hand beneath each of Jonathan's arms. With surprising strength, he lifted
Jonathan to his feet, then climbed to his own. His wounded leg was still a
little bit ginger on the hardwood floor, but the faun had very little
difficulty standing now. Jonathan looked down to the leg wrapped in his
shirt, concerned, but Llewellyn silenced the protest before it began with
yet another kiss. The faun could taste his own cum on Jonathan's tongue.

When their kiss broke, Llewellyn made his way around Jonathan, gently
pushing the young man forward. Jonathan's hands fell onto the mattress, his
waist bent forward and rear in the air for the faun. "Don't we need, um,
lubricant and condoms?" He felt one coarse hand settle on either of his
soft cheeks, squeezing and kneading them.

"You forget. I would hardly be much of a myth if I couldn't do a bit of
magic." Jonathan felt a finger slide right inside of him, as though he had
been lubricated and ready. His back arched upward. There didn't seem to be
any of the discomfort he'd been warned about before, only a sudden feeling
of warmth and an undeniable sense of pleasure. His length throbbed
desperately. He felt Llewellyn's finger curl upward inside his backside,
seeking out his prostate. It dragged over that sensitive nub as it pulled
its way back out. Jonathan looked back at the faun over his shoulder, his
eyes wide, pleading for more. He mouthed 'please.'

The first finger entered again, along with a second. There was a slight
discomfort. Jonathan felt again as though his rump had been filled with a
lubricant already. The fingers dragged out only to slide back in again,
Llewellyn repeating the motion over and over. All it took was a few moments
and Jonathan was rocking his hips back into each shove forward. Then came
another finger, each lying alongside the others, starting to stretch
Jonathan's rear open in preparation. Jonathan's breath was already coming
short.. He heard Llewellyn's voice by his ear. "Do you want to face me, or
be mounted as you are, my dear?"

The question was too much for Jonathan to contemplate in his current
state. He opened his mouth to reply, but all he could muster up was a
desperate, begging moan. Somehow, Llewellyn seemed to understand it. He
slipped those fingers out of Jonathan's body, ignored the whine in protest
his lover made. With that same unexpected strength, the faun turned
Jonathan around, stooped to place a hand against the back of either of his
thighs and lifted him clean off the floor. Jonathan clung on as though he
was afraid he might fall, wrapping his legs around the faun's fur-covered
waist, looping his arms around Llewellyn's neck. Llewellyn turned and
carried him to the door, holding his exposed back against it.

Llewellyn's lips found Jonathan's. They teased one another's tongues as
Llewellyn rubbed his tip along Jonathan's rear, seeking out his lover's
opening. Once he found it he rolled his hips inward, parting the young
man's opening around the thick head of his shaft. Jonathan cried out, his
body tensing for an instant, his fingernails digging into Llewellyn's
shoulders. The faun was unperturbed. He seized Jonathan's neck with his
mouth, nipping, sucking. As soon as he felt Jonathan's rear relax, he sunk
in another few inches. The two repeated the thrust, tense, relax until
Jonathan could feel all eight - no, nine, he was sure now - inches buried
in his rump. His own length was pressed tight against the faun's padded
belly, leaving a slick line in the thick hair.

The faun's voice was by his ear again, Jonathan holding on tight, his
breath light as he did his best to keep his rump from squeezing too tight
around Llewellyn. He could feel every bump, every vein, every pulsing inch.
"Are you ready, my dear love?" All Jonathan could do was nod his head.

The faun started moving in earnest, thrusting up into Jonathan's tight
confines. The slender human, held pinned against the door, could only lean
his head back and hold on. Llewellyn set to suckling at his neck again,
teasing Jonathan with the occasional brush of teeth. Jonathan slid his
fingernails along the faun's shoulders again. He could feel the fur coating
the faun's thighs and waist brushing up against his legs with each thrust.
Every time Llewellyn buried his shaft, Jonathan could just barely
distinguish the sensation of the faun's sac tapping up against his
underside.

"Don't stop," Jonathan pleaded. With each thrust, Llewellyn's soft belly
rubbed and massaged Jonathan's shaft. All it took was a few moments for pre
to cover the faun's stomach. Jonathan could feel his body being pressed
more firmly against the door. Llewellyn's pace was building slowly,
deliberately, each thrust gaining just a fraction more force.  Jonathan
closed his legs tighter around Llewellyn's waist, holding on all the
tighter.

It didn't take very long for Jonathan to mumble some incoherent attempt at
"I'm going to cum." He made an attempt to writhe in the faun's arms, but
pinned as he was, it was difficult for him to make much movement at all. He
scraped his nails along again, leaned in to kiss the faun desperately and
covered both of their stomachs with gush after gush of cum.  His insides
clamped down tight and the faun slowed his pace to avoid hurting him, but
Llewellyn didn't reach his second release just yet.  Instead, while
Jonathan's head was swimming in bliss, the faun pulled him off the door.

Llewellyn remained buried inside of Jonathan as he carried the smaller man
through the room again. He slipped out once they reached the bed, lowering
Jonathan onto it. "On your hands and knees, dear love," he
murmured. Jonathan didn't hesitate to comply, rolling and propping his rear
up into the air just as he was instructed. Llewellyn patted his ass
appreciatively. "Good boy." Then he lined up his length again, teasing
Jonathan by stroking it between his well-loved, yet wanting cheeks.

"Please," Jonathan mumbled again. He felt that thick shaft thrust into his
rear again, right to the root. Llewellyn rolled his hips firm against
Jonathan's rump for a few moments, reacquainting the smaller man with the
sensation. Jonathan's head hung between his arms as he struggled to keep
his breath even, looking down between his thighs. He could see the faun's
fur-covered sac hanging behind his own, just as he could feel the fur
tickling his thighs. His eyes slipped shut again as he felt Llewellyn start
to draw out, the faun tugging his hips back until just the head of his
length remained inside of the young man. Jonathan rolled his hips back to
chase it.

The faun pounded his length back into the moaning Jonathan, the smaller
man's back arching and his body shivering. Llewellyn rolled his hips tight
against Jonathan's ass again for a few moments, before drawing out and
repeating the motion. The faun leaned forward, laying his hair-covered
chest over Jonathan's back, holding him firm in place as he bred the
writhing boy's rear. His hips slapped against Jonathan's rump.

A few thrusts more and Jonathan felt Llewellyn's hands sliding up along his
body, gripping his chest tight. The faun stood straight, tugging Jonathan
onto his knees, closing his tight, squeezing flesh around the faun's
cock. Llewellyn buried his shaft completely inside of his kneeling lover,
before Jonathan felt a wet warmth filling his depths. Llewellyn withdrew
and allowed Jonathan to topple forward onto the bed, puffing and panting,
eyes closed and body exhausted. Llewellyn crawled onto the bed after him,
sitting with his goat-like legs folded one atop the other. He ran a coarse
hand over Jonathan's lithe back, appreciating each curve.

"Now then, my dear friend, I believe you have a decision to make."

The young man, thoroughly content besides the vague ache he now felt in his
backside, turned his head and opened his eyes. He looked up to the faun as
best he could, mustering a "hm?" and nothing more. His head was hazy again.

"After being seeded," Llewellyn patted his hand against Jonathan's rear,
"you may either remain here in this world, with all of its tiresome
toils. Or you may learn to move between them as I do. You must admit, it
would make visiting one another much easier."

"Can I have a nap first? Today's had a lot of thinking and..."  Jonathan
trailed off with a heavy yawn, almost forgetting that he still had his
relatives coming home to a house with a faun in it. "And I think I'd very
much like to learn to see the inside of the envelope, too."

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