GF 101

Author's Note: So I am never ever ever, when I am trying to write a serial with a bunch of shorter, one-shot chapters, going to write a really ambitious threesome sex scene. That took absolutely fucking forever. And it's still kind of awful! There was an extensive last-minute rewrite; I'd rather not talk about it.



So two things of note in this chapter! The first is that I've noticed that this fic gets an unusally high number of hits compared to everything else in the section. Is everyone secretly into GF porn? Do I have five fans that each read this fic nightly? Have I been linked around in all corners of the internet? I have no clue, but I'd like to hear about how you found the fic! (And, as always, thank you to the people who reviewed! But sadly due to AFFN's policies about replying to reviews [for the record, it's "don't"] I can't really write an individual response to each one. If you want to say something and actually get a response, I have accounts at Furaffinity and y!gallery, username 'xax', although you'll need an account there to comment, sadly.)



Secondly, and deserving of its own header, are warnings: this chapter contains some minotaurs with decidedly inhuman cocks fucking Squall. So if nightmarish monster genitals aren't something you enjoy, you... might want to skip this chapter. Also, there's incest! Kind of.

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General Caraway certainly had some gall, Squall thought, ordering them to trek all the way out to the Tomb of the Unknown King and then back again when they were already on a tight schedule. The parade was this night and it was midmorning already. But since they were on a tight schedule, he didn't think they had the time to force through the tangle of social bureaucracy which surrounded any kind of interaction with the General.



He supposed any Galbadian general would expect SeeDs to follow his orders, even one planning a military coup. It was what they were there for, after all. He wouldn't even see them until they ran chores for him, which explained why exactly he'd spent the past half-hour walking through still-dewy grass with Rinoa and Irvine towards the crumbling ruin of the Tomb, instead of doing something useful like preparing for the night's events. Back in Deling, he'd thought— and still thought— that it would take less time to get to the Tomb and back rather than attempting to work through the morass of Galbadian military social etiquette.



Of course, the instant they set foot on the flagstones there was a commotion at the entrance. Shouting and yells echoed out from the building as a group of people who had to be the prior SeeD delegation fled in terror. He walked towards them and Irvine followed; Rinoa stared at the uniform-clad SeeDs with what was probably suspicion with a hand on her weapon as they came close.



And they ran right past them. There was a brief moment when Squall could hear their ragged breath as they dashed past them, but it wasn't enough time to yell out "So what's your SeeD ID#, anyway?". He pivoted in place, staring at their backs as they raced off towards Deling, apparently in no hurry to slow down.



He facepalmed as they became ever-smaller figures. Irvine and Rinoa grinned at each other, like they didn't realize he could still see them through his fingers.



"They weren't carrying their weapons," Squall said, flatly. He wasn't sure what Caraway's guard would say if they told him they'd missed the other SeeD team but it probably wouldn't end with them making their meeting time, and someone had to take this at least a little seriously.



"And?" Rinoa asked, not getting the connection. Squall frowned, although in retrospect she'd never actually said anything that implied she'd read over the SeeD guidelines.



"All SeeD weapons have the student ID# of the owner on them, even for SeeDs out in the field," Irvine explained helpfully, after they realized Squall was just going to glower.



"So... we go in?" Rinoa asked, readying her boomerang device.



"Yes," Squall said. "With any luck, they'll have dropped their weapons near the entrance... additionally, Caraway must have sent them here to accomplish some task. If time permits, it could be worthwhile to inspect the ruins, firstly for whatever artifacts might still be in residence and secondly to assess what Caraway thinks is a legitimate challenge for SeeD." Which was really just longwinded formal talk for "I'm curious about this place", but thankfully neither Irvine nor Rinoa seemed to pick up on that.



The inside of the Tomb was weird and crumbling, masonry so ancient he couldn't even begin to place it. The ceiling was falling apart, lighting up the corridors with dim diffuse sunlight. The floors were tiled with ancient stones and plants grew abundantly in the gaps between the tiles, mostly moss and short stiff grasses. Running along the hallway near the walls were smooth, shallow gullies, currently dry but with mineral stains showing they had once carried water.



And sure enough, they found one of the SeeD's weapons, a standard issue sword, discarded in the middle of the entrance corridor. Their ID# was embossed on the hilt; 2631. That was a lot simpler than he'd been expecting. He picked it up and gave it an experimental swing, testing its balance.



"We've already accomplished our primary goal," he said, and ignored Rinoa giggling at him from behind, "and we have a substantial period of time before we have to meet up with Caraway again— we'll change our mission goals to the secondary priorities, as enumerated previously, until either we accomplish them or enough time passes so that we'll have to return to Deling to make our meeting."



Rinoa was totally laughing at him, clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. He turned and looked at her disapprovingly, hilting the SeeD sword on his belt; opposite his gunblade. His look made her laugh so hard she almost lost her balance and had to bend down to stabilize herself.



"You don't have to be so professional, Mr. SeeD," she said, and then stuck her tongue out at him.



He rolled his eyes. "...Whatever," he said, and at that point Irvine was clearly having trouble keeping his face neutral; the edges of his mouth kept twitching up.



Squall turned, scowling, and headed deeper into the ruins. He might as well stop this conversation while someone still had any respect for him. Rinoa and Irvine followed after a moment, no doubt after sharing a look.



The hallway opened into a four-way intersection. Each path, even the one behind them, lead into an unusual gloom. It was nothing interesting to look at, and Squall paused for a second, trying to decide which direction to go. Except then there was a roar from deeper inside, followed by the scrabbling sound of claws on stone as monsters dashed out of the darkness at them.



They were something like huge armored moles, with dusty red skin and heavy shell-like plating across their backs. Squall drew his weapon in one smooth movement; Rinoa and Irvine already had their weapons at the ready.



It definitely wasn't looking to be a difficult fight, but just as he thought that he heard a watery roar from behind them. He spared a glance behind him to see two translucent streams pour upwards out of the gullies. They formed into blobby shapes with lots of stringy teeth, effectively blocking their way back.



"This is probably what the other SeeDs were running from," Squall yelled back at the others as he dove forward, cutting through one of the armored monsters with a single slice. "We can take this," he said, not entirely sure if he wanted them to pick up his implication that the other SeeDs ought to have been able to handle it as well.



And because fate loved hating him, that was when the third group of monsters appeared from another direction; this one, alarmingly, was a group of clattering skeletons. That was something of a worry; undead monsters were unusually strong, and though he had no doubts about his ability to take them down he wasn't so sure about Rinoa or Irvine.



They were occupied with the two blobby-things and one of the armored monsters, so he dashed past the other armored monster and yelled out a warning, drawing the attention of the undead as he ran a short way down one of the intersection's corridors with them chasing behind.



They hit hard, knocking him backwards with every blow he parried, and in what seemed like no time he was halfway down the corridor. He let loose a burst of healing magic that knocked off the arm of one of the skeletons, but it still advanced towards him along with its comrades.



By the time he managed to destroy all three of them through concentrated healing magic and the occasional sword slice, he'd ended up quite a distance from where he'd started— the corridor he'd been pushed back along was a long curve that had met with another four-way intersection. He turned around, looking at each direction in turn, and concluded that he had no idea of which way to go.



Irvine and Rinoa were skilled enough to handle the remaining monsters; that wasn't what he was worried about. If the place was actually a maze, they'd all be in for some trouble if they tried to go after him.



Squall looked back and forth between the passages again, before finally just touching his right hand to the wall and picking a direction randomly. This way, he'd definitely get somewhere, even if not out of the maze.



The direction he picked was another curving passage, which was good, but although it opened up into another four-way intersection it wasn't the one near the entrance. Squall sighed to himself and tried to listen for any noise, but all he could hear was the distant sound of water and the rustling of the trees on top of the building.



He was starting to be really glad they had time to spare before they had to be back in Deling.



He kept walking with his hand against the right wall and that brought him around another curve to another intersection. This time, though, the right-hand corridor ran straight. There was an archway at the end that opened into a room and Squall walked quietly up to the entrance.



At first as he got closer all he could see was stone walls, overgrown with vegetation, and dry dead grass between the blocks on the floor. There was something like a pedestal in the center, and a hole in the far wall that looked intentional, like a window.



Squall crept closer but stopped short when he saw the monster. At first he thought it was a statue, standing immobile against the left wall, until he saw it move. It had to be over twice his height. It was humanoid, kind of— its face bulged out into a short, broad muzzle, and its jaw was huge and square. Stubby tusks stuck out from its jaw, past its upper lip. Above its head, a huge pair of red horns curved up, lethally pointed. Its head and neck were humped forward by the sheer amount of muscle across its shoulders and back, and its legs ended in a pair of massive cloven hooves. It was a rough, dark purple all over, and he couldn't tell if it was fur or just thick hide, although it did have a thin tail with a reddish tuft of fur at the tip.



It had set its weapon against the wall, a huge spiked mace made of some dark metal, and as he watched it set down a similar shield as well.



It turned away and Squall pressed himself tightly against the wall, hopefully out of its sight, but he peeked around the doorjam at it, unable to suppress his curiosity. It looked around, almost suspiciously, and Squall ducked down into a crouch while pressing himself closer to the wall. After its cursory look around it dropped the hand scratching at its horn to its lap, where its thick fingers sidled under its loincloth, bunching and pulling under the heavy fabric.



Its other hand slid across its chest, unbuckling some clasps on its chest armor. It removed its hand from under its loincloth and after another glance around the room, used both hands to pull off the chest armor with a grunt. It set the armor down on the ground beside the pillar with a muffled clatter. Its chest was as well-defined as the rest of its body, with huge slabs of muscle covered by its purple hide, a few tufts of hair spiking out across its chest. Squall could see its nipples, each one huge and dark, and too many of them, running down across his chest in lines.



The bull dropped both hands to its lap, and dug its stubby fingers under its loincloth again, rubbing and pulling underneath. While it continued rubbing at its crotch its other hand trailed along the strap of its loincloth, tugging it loose until with a casual movement the bull pulled off the scrap of fabric and let it drop to the floor, leaving it completely naked.



Squall stared at the bull's body; its— no, definitely his cock covered with one hand, his titanic balls hanging down almost to his knees. The bull swung his hands around, one feeling at his long sheath as he tugged at his hanging balls with the other. Even as he stared, Squall could see the bull's cock emerge from his body, a long tapered shaft with a slight bulge near the pointed tip. The bull gently stroked his shaft as little drops of precome ran from the tip of his cock, coating his fingers. His cock emerged in shuddering jerks, sliding out a few inches at a time, and to got thicker and thicker the more emerged. His precome became more copious as well, the fluid quickly streaming down his dick and dripping to the ground.



The bull closed his fist around his shaft and started to stroke himself, slowly at first but picking up speed; he jerked his hips back and forth when he really got going. Squall bit the inside of his lip to prevent himself from making a sound as the bull raised his legs up so he could press a thick finger against his asshole.



The bull snorted and shuddered as he dug into his ass, his cock swinging around wildly, splattering wide arcs of precome on the floor. He continued jerking his cock, his body almost in profile, like he was showing off for Squall. His balls rolled back and forth against the side of the pillar, too heavy to swing much. His cock jutted up from his crotch, impossibly long and thick, spurting precome that gathered on his knuckles and dripped off in long slashes, splattering his legs and chest as well as adding further to his mess on the floor.



Squall felt his cock drip out precome in sympathy as the bull squeezed the base of his dick as he pushed a finger into his ass; a thick gush of precome shot from the tip and splattered to the ground in a messy line as the bull groaned and shuddered above.



The noise as the bull huffed and grunted was loud enough Squall figured he wouldn't hear the low clinks and clatters of metal as he unbuckled his belts and unbuttoned his pants. He slowly pulled down the zipper's tab, each notch clicking quietly through the zipper. His hard cock bulged against his boxer-briefs, but Squall stared at the bull grunting and groaning for several seconds before he pulled his underwear down, hooked it under his balls, and took his dick in hand.



He couldn't stop his train of thought from commenting on the whole... scenario, how in the past weeks it'd gotten to the point where he felt like just, of course he'd caught a huge monster jerking off. He wondered if this was something that happened to everyone; that all the SeeDs who went out from the Garden ended up fucking their GFs and playing peeping tom with whatever local monsters they could find. But then again, thinking of Zell or Selphie... probably not. Attempting to push aside his perpetual running commentary for the moment, he refocused his attention on the bull jerking off.



There was an actual pool of precome on the floor beneath him, running slowly along the crevices between the rocks and spreading further with each messy gush from his cock. The pillar he was sitting on was liberally splattered with it; lines of liquid slowly rolled down its sides. The bull jerked off, back and forth, and the wet burble of precome sloshed in heavy arcs as he stroked. Now his hands were completely covered in precome, and streams of it splashed high up on his over-muscled forearm and slid down along the paths of his veined muscles, drooling down across his hand to run down the base of his erect cock and finally winding over his balls or across his huge thighs, some even spilling across his other hand, pressed tight against his ass.



Squall kept looking behind him between staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of him. His guts felt all tangled up and his mind felt foggy and distant, like it was overwhelmed by everything going on, but he couldn't shake the worry that someone— or worse, something was going to sneak up on him jerking off.



Still, he couldn't stop himself from returning to stare at the huge minotaur. He stroked his own cock in rough time with the bull, who was taking his time, stroking his absurdly long cock slowly, precome still spurting and sluicing all across his body. Squall's cock was slick at the tip and he could feel every minute dewy droplet of precome ooze from the tip, absolutely nothing like the slick mess covering the bull.



He wasn't sure what it was eventually— maybe he stepped forward, like his body wanted to be closer, even thought his mind knew that was a terrible idea. Or maybe he lost his balance when he looked back and forth to make sure nothing was behind him. Whatever it was, he stumbled a little with his pants pushed down around his thighs, and he felt the weight of his belts shift a fraction of a second before it happened.



One of his belts slipped sideways, the buckle coming out from under his other belt, and his swords slipped down and crashed against the floor with a loud clatter. Squall felt himself very abruptly go into fight-or-flight mode; a cold sweat broke out all over his body and his heart started pounding.



The bull's head came up in an arc to stare at the entranceway, and Squall looked back behind him, wondering if he had time to get to the nearest cross-section. He looked back and the bull was already moving towards him.



He moved fast for something that huge, and in the barest fraction of a second he leapt up, his cock spraying a messy arc in the air as it swung, and bounded right over to him in an earth-shaking leap.



"WHO'S THERE?!" the bull bellowed out, in a deafening roar, and Squall was divided between hoping Rinoa and Irvine heard and came to help and hoping that they would never ever hear, because here he was with his cock still hard and the huge GF looming over him, his cock still readily drooling precome onto the floor right in front of him.



Squall stumbled back, tripped over the cuff of his sagging pants, and sprawled backwards with his cock still out, pressed up hard against his stomach as the bull pinned him, huge knees on either side of Squall's hips. The swords on both sides of his hips pressed uncomfortably against his legs, stuck in place, not that he had the leverage to unsheathe either of them.



"uh," Squall said, but the bull cut him off.



"INTRUDER!" he yelled, snarling down at him. This close, their size difference was all the more obvious— his squat muzzle was wider than his entire chest; his curved horns were roughly as long as one of his arms.



If anything, the minotaur being completely naked made him more threatening— it wasn't like he'd need his armor, or shield, or even his spiked mace to beat him to a bloody pulp. And he could see all his muscles, inhumanly large and dense, smoothly expanding and contracting under his skin, all of them gigantic.



He didn't have a coat, Squall noted distantly, his skin was just rough and leathery; purple, with tiny wiry dark hairs scattered across his hide, thinner in some places and thicker in others. His immense cock was still rock hard and sandwiched between them, the huge shaft slick and wet across his chest, and thicker than one of his legs at the base. The entire length of his cock actually extended past Squall's head; the shaft passed over his shoulder, not quite touching his jacket, and the wet patter of precome dripping on the tiles sounded from behind him.



So he was pinned down by a huge, muscular GF and terrified for his life (again, a snide part of his brain noted), but he was still incredibly turned on (...again)— this close he could smell the sweat damping the bull's leathery hide and the salty, bleachy smell of his precome dribbling out onto the floor.



Squall swallowed, and then slowly reached out a hand towards the bull's stomach. "I didn't know I was trespassing," he ventured, which wasn't really a lie.



"WE HAVE TO GUARD THE TOMB," the minotaur said in a roar. "WE'RE SUPPOSED TO HURT ANYONE WHO COMES HERE."



"Um," Squall said, kind of awkwardly, "Do you have to do that?" He paused and looked at the minotaur, taking in his distracted, agitated expression and his still-hard cock. "...I can think of some other things I'd rather do," he said, and rubbed his hands through the stiff, short hair that covered his thighs, hardly believing he was actually doing this.



The minotaur made a noise that was probably a yelp in his register, but still deep and bestial to Squall. "W-WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GUARD THE TOMB!" he repeated, getting more distracted as Squall continued feeling across his thighs and stomach. The wet sounds of his flowing precome picked up, behind him.



"I didn't come here for anything from the tomb," Squall clarified, resting his hands against the hard muscle just above his dick. "I didn't even know there was anything here. But, uh," he continued speaking as he curled a hand around the base of his dick, coming nowhere near encircling it, "I think this might be more enjoyable for both of us."



The bull didn't seem to object as Squall slowly began jerking him off, just stared down with wide eyes.



"What's your name?" Squall eventually ventured, looking up into his face. He started stroking his cock with both hands, still not able to close them around the base.



"I'M CALLED S-SACRED," he said, after a pause in which he just stared at Squall's hands, already slick with his pungent precome.



"'m Squall," he said, a little distracted by Sacred's immense dick.



Sacred made a grunting, roaring sound Squall could not place at all, but didn't sound threatening, especially when it was combined with the bull grinding his cock against Squall's hands. For once, he was the one flushing, a red blush barely visible across his muzzle and neck. Squall's hands were dripping with Sacred's precome, and the flash comparison between before, Sacred jerking off, precome sluicing across his knuckles, and now made a curl of heat run through his stomach.



There was no way he could jerk off his entire length; his cock bent up and over his shoulders, the tip of it trembled in the air behind him. He was still pinned under Sacred's weight, his own cock trapped under Sacred's immense, heavy balls. Neither of them were moving much, and Sacred's small movements as he rocked into his hands were just enough sliding friction to keep him rock hard without ever getting him off.



Squall settled with jerking off the part he could easily reach. His strokes made a wet slicking sound, like sweeping his hand through a scant measure of water— which was pretty much what was happening; precome was flowing from his cock like it was a hose, and the stuff was thin and watery but super slick. It splashed off his hands, the stuff building up under his palm as he stroked until it slung out against his body. He couldn't get a good look at the tip, but the knob looked even more swollen and red, and the pointed tip was flared out, wide open as he pumped out loads of precome. Most of it splattered behind him, but the small percentage that slid down his shaft was more than enough to slick it to dripping.



Sacred seemed content to stare, wild-eyed, at Squall as he jerked him off. His hands hung limply on his sides, fingers twitching when he slipped his fingers across his cock, splayed wide and pushing at the spongy flesh. He opened his mouth to pant, tongue lolling out as he stared at Squall jerking him off. The muscles of his stomach rippled and trembled as Squall jerked him off, and all six of his nipples were erect, each one like a huge fleshy cork. He could just barely reach the lowest set, and Sacred's entire body jerked back as he wrapped his slick fingers around the dark, erect flesh.



His undershirt was soaked through with Sacred's precome, his chest was mashed up against his cock. Squall's dick was rock hard, trapped under Sacred. He tried ineffectually to slide out from between Sacred's legs, but apparently he'd forgotten he'd pinned Squall down, and it seemed distemperate to stop jerking him off just to get him to move.



Sacred's precome was hot against his chest, and more constantly splattered down across him, until his undershirt had gone from damp to actually saturated with it, more pooling in messy clusters and sliding down across his sides.



"H-hold on," Squall said, surprising himself with how unsteady his voice was, and sat up enough to pull off his jacket, frowning at the thick splatters of precome already all across the inside and frowning more as he left further trails all along the inside as he pulled his dripping hands out. He tossed it to the side, hopefully far enough away that it would escape their mess.



That just reminded him that he was lying here, jerking off a gigantic bull Guardian Force, in full view of anyone who happened to come along any of the mazy passages in this section of the tomb.



He'd been aware, kind of, in the back of his head, that standing there and jerking off watching Sacred jerk off was improper behavior for a SeeD commander, and not just because he was (apparently) degenerate and perverted— SeeDs were supposed to subsume their own desires for the good of the mission, and he felt a guilty similarity to Seifer running off to satisfy his bloodlust during the SeeD exam. But here he was, satisfying his actual lusts, while as a SeeD commander he ought to book it out of there and get back to Deling so they could get back to planning their assassination mission.



Instead, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue across Sacred's cock, his precome copious enough that his mouth was full with the metallic, salty fluid after licking across just a short span of his cock. After a second he swallowed with his mouth still wide open, gulping down his thick, slippery precome as more spilled out across his face. He could feel it slide down his throat, thick and unusually warm, all the way until it hit his stomach.



He was being a terrible SeeD, but he didn't care. Or at least he didn't care right now. He could care later. Whatever.



It was impossible for him to lick further down or further up; altogether he wouldn't be surprised if Sacred's cock was his entire height in length. He pulled back eventually, his bare arms wrapped around the cock to get the highest possible amount of contact between them, his face feeling wet and greasy from the heavy splatter of precome left after pressing his head against the shaft.



Sacred looked completely bewildered, like he'd never ever done anything like this before and all he could do was stare with wild eyes as Squall jerked him off. It was a pretty satisfying look to be getting.



For his part, Squall bucked his hips up, grinding his cock against the thick, sweaty folds of Sacred's balls as he slid Sacred's cock through his arms, pressing the immense shaft tight against his chest as it slid back and forth, splattering even more precome, if it was possible, all across his neck and face. His hair was plastered to his skull, soaking wet.



Squall rubbed his hands back and forth along the base of Sacred's cock, his arms coated and dripping with long strings of precome, his cock slick and hot, pulsing and twitching as Sacred rumbled and groaned above him. The shaft jutted out, pressing against his chest and meshing against his hair, dripping and drooling across his head as it spurted out long trails of precome.



Sacred wasn't even moving his arms, planted solidly on the ground, his thick fingers spread wide. His ground his hips back and forth, sliding his sweaty balls against Squall's trapped cock, huffing and drooling as Squall kept stroking him.



His bellows and roars reached a crescendo and his cock seized upward, actually wrenching itself from Squall's loose grasp to slap up against his torso as he started to come. It twisted somehow, curving around as the first shot lanced out with the force of a hose. It slapped against the ceiling and rained down behind them in fat droplets, more come already pumping out of Sacred's cock, now curved in a loose corkscrew. His urethra bulged out around the rim of the curve and a thick river of come ran down along the slight hollow it provided, dripping and splashing down onto Squall.



Squall grabbed at his cock, pulling it back forwards as Sacred continued grunting and spasming, his cock still jerking up strongly with each blast of come. Each one spurted out in a thick, long line, splattering across the hallway behind them or hitting high up on the walls and slowly drooling down.



Squall actually came in his pants, grinding up with one sharp thrust as he came in spurts, smearing it across his underwear and Sacred's hanging balls. Sacred didn't even notice, still coming just as hard. His cock lurched up and down with each powerful burst, splattering his come, thankfully, mostly behind them.



Squall shuddered and jerked his hips, grinding his aching cock against Sacred's rock hard thighs, his hips squelching wetly as the flood of Sacred's precome and come seeped under his balls and across his pants.



Sacred's orgasm slowly worked itself out, and he almost collapsed on top of Squall, sagging down and going limp, his cock still squirting out wet gouts of come as it unfurled slowly. Most of it just flowed down his shaft, coating Squall even more thoroughly with his load.



They both panted in silence for a long moment, Squall's afterglow slowly fading to leave him with sticky, tacky underwear and unable to smell anything over the rank, pungent reek of bull come.



"T-THAT WAS GREAT," Sacred said, his voice still deafening even when it was a relatively quiet groan. "I-I NEVER THOUGHT I'D DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT, BUT..." he trailed off, looking down at Squall, covered entirely in his precome, his undershirt soaking wet and translucent, with long streaks of opaque white drooling in layers across his body. "S-SORRY ABOUT THAT... THE MESS, I MEAN," Sacred said, and flushed again.



Squall swallowed, aware of how thickly he was coated. But, still. "No problem," he said, and leaned up, tracing his tongue along Sacred's dick down to the base, and then across the matted hair on his flank. Honestly, at this point he couldn't even taste it in his mouth, just a different texture of what was already saturating his taste buds. It was thick in his mouth and somehow clotted, but he swallowed it down. Sacred stared and jerked back, his blush visible across his face.



"UH." he said, and his fingers spasmodically twitched against the floor. "G-GOOD." His voice had actually slid upwards, into something that was probably a high register for him. But then he swung his head up, looking at the mess of the hallway. "I GOTTA GO— CLEAN UP," he said, and sat back on his haunches, finally letting Squall scramble out from beneath him and stand up.



The hallway was a total mess, of course. Sacred had shot most of his load all across the floor and walls. Only the smallest percentage had dripped back to coat Squall, and just that was enough to cover him head to toe. It had been a little hard to tell from his position on his back, but the floor (and walls, and ceiling) was seriously covered in fluid, enough to slide into the gullies on the side of the hall and flow, slowly, toward the center of the complex.



"BIG BRO WILL BE MAD," Sacred said, almost sadly. "SO I GOTTA GO CLEAN THIS UP BEFORE HE SEES," he said, and after a weirdly awkward second he knelt down next to Squall. His head was still above him; even on his knees Squall only came up to his shoulders.



"BUT FIRST," Sacred said in what was probably an attempt at a whisper, then trailed off as he stooped down even lower, until he was almost on all fours but his head was finally level with Squall's.



What he was trying to do finally clicked when Sacred nervously licked his lips, the tip of his tongue about the size of Squall's entire face. But, obligingly, and with a hot thrill in his gut, Squall stepped forward and kissed him.



It didn't actually work out very well. Sacred's mouth was gigantic; his jaw as thick and broad and there was just too much of a size difference to do much of anything. Sacred basically slapped him in the face with his tongue, and Squall curled his hands around his huge jaw and pressed his mouth against his upper lip. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the soft surface of his lip, not really sure if Sacred could feel anything aside from a tickling sensation.



But this close he could see Sacred's eyes, focused on him, and he was pretty sure this was the best they could hope for. Sacred pulled back with a bullish grin on his face, or something that could have passed for a grin, and Squall smiled back at him. Then Sacred shuffled to his feet and headed out into the maze with a lingering look back at Squall.



The floor shook under his feet and the clomp of his hooves echoed against the walls, but almost immediately after he turned a corner the sound faded away into a dull thump, and after another few seconds it was gone entirely.



But that left him alone and lost in the maze again, with the added difficulty of being completely coated in Sacred's load. It would be... very bad to run into Rinoa or Irvine like this. And with the surreal lighting and acoustics of the place, he wouldn't be able to hear them until he'd run right into them.



He looked back into the room he'd seen Sacred first in— he'd left all his clothes and armor behind, too. And that was another worry, that Sacred would run into Rinoa or Irvine.



Except, well, there wasn't much he could do if that happened, so there wasn't actually any reason to focus on any of the dozen possible contingencies. It was better to focus on what he could accomplish right now: get cleaned up, meet up with the others, and get out of the maze. He was starting to be really glad that they'd gotten the SeeD ID# so quickly.



But the room Sacred had been inside was stark and boring— it was clearly at the edge of the Tomb, because he could see trees and growing things through the short, wide windows near the ceiling. He could hear rushing water, too, which was heartening. But there was no way he could climb up the sheer wall. If Sacred had stuck around, he could have lifted him up easily... oh well.



Somewhat interestingly, the block pillar that Sacred had been sitting on had risen up, like it was part of some mechanism. Come to think of it, had there been the sound of water in the background when he first saw Sacred jerking off? He hadn't been paying a lot of attention to anything other than Sacred, then.



The other thing was that it looked like the grooves in the hallway were designed to channel water, which implied there was some way to get water inside the tomb. And, since he was sure he was at the edge of the place, he could follow the outside wall around in the hopes that the channel went all the way around the place.



Squall picked up both swords from where they'd come loose under Sacred and buckled his belts and gingerly grasped his jacket with one hand. At first his fingertips left greasy smears on the wall from the come coating them as he headed out of the room, following the right wall.



At least he wasn't leaving footprints. Most of what was going to drip off had already dripped off when he stood up in the first place, but that still left him with a filmy coating across his entire body. He was kind of afraid to brush a hand across his chest, because his shirt was soaking and would definitely leave a puddle if he tried to brush it off. It had even worked its way into his pants, just adding to the mess he'd made in his underwear.



Thankfully, after only a few bends around corners, the mazy passageways turned into another short hallway, ending in another room. And, so thankfully, the far wall opened up at waist height, revealing a rushing channel of water that was, apparently, circling around the tomb.



Even more conveniently, there was a gate along the side of the channel. It was latched, but not very well; little streamers of water leaked out along the seams and the water occasionally slopped over the top of the channel and splattered down into the room. It gathered in little pools, some small amount winding across the floor and falling down through a grating just under the gate.



Squall didn't really care how the setup worked, he just opened the gate and knelt down on the grate, under the resultant waterfall. He sloshed water all across his hair and down his back, slowly replacing the thick cummy slush coating his undershirt with a substantially cleaner wetness. His hair was really a mess, though, and even after scrubbing his hands through it repeatedly it still felt thick and gummed together.



Still, it was definitely an improvement. Now he just looked like he'd fallen into a lake, instead of, well, being covered in bull come. His pants were probably a lost cause, though. The leather would never be the same after all of this. His jacket, thankfully, had been spared the worst of the mess, and it only took a few careful splashes to clean it off, although there was no way he was putting it back on until his arms dried off.



Squall stumbled to his feet, making a face as his feet squelched inside his boots. He kicked them off and upended them, letting the water drip out and flow down into the grate. He pulled his gunblade from its sheath and grimaced at the messy slurry of water and come that dripped from the blade; the sheath itself was full to the brim with it. He washed that out as well as he could and dumped it into the grate as well, then buckled his gunblade bare against his waist. He felt a little ridiculous with two blades and an empty sheath all hanging at his waist.



There was... something down there, past the grating, some large space apparently designed to hold water. It was awfully curious, but now that he was clean (clean-ish, he amended) he didn't really have an excuse to poke around any more instead of looking for Rinoa and Irvine.



So with boots that still squished and squelched a little and his jacked tossed over one arm, Squall headed back into the labyrinth, again following the right-hand wall. It curved around in the same way it had before, which meant that if the tomb was uniform in design he was on the other side of the place from where he'd met Sacred, and hopefully the corner after this would be the entrance hallway.



The third room, after another short hallway, was an anticlimax. It was empty, and instead of a pillar or a waterway it contained a water wheel, sunk partway into the floor and apparently connected to the underground system in the previous room. There was a current running underneath the wheel, maybe his doing, but the wheel was locked in place with a shim.



Might as well, Squall figured, and pulled it out. The waterwheel turned ponderously with no other effect, but just as he turned to leave he felt something activate beneath him. It was like a counterweight had fallen, or something had been pushed into place. There was a heavy thump that rattled the floor and then the sound of rushing water, from directly under him.



Even as he watched, the gullies in the hallway filled with water, just barely threatening to spill out over the floor. It flowed outward, into the maze. Squall walked to the first intersection, idly wondering if this would make Sacred's cleanup easier or harder, assuming he hadn't already finished it. Here, the water flowed away in both directions, but evidentially at some point went under the floor and reached the far gullies, further into the maze.



Squall looked both ways and then behind him, pondering. He was pretty sure he had a decent mental map of the place, and it might be worthwhile to see if he could meet Sacred again and see if he'd come with— or that was his excuse, at least, for walking forward, away from the outer walls.



He was very careful to remember what direction he'd come from, because it was already impossible to see the waterwheel room behind him in the general gloom. But he walked further along, passing another two dark intersections before abruptly coming out outside.



There was an open hollow in the center of the tomb, like someone had quarried out a cube of rock. But rising from the center of the empty space was a strange kind of building,

like the empty space ringing it was a moat. And it looked like the labyrinth opened out into this center area from all the other directions too; he could see open archways in the surrounding walls of the same form as the one he was standing in.



The place was unexpectedly bright and verdant; heavy vines crept along the walls and their broad leaves concealed any view of the masonry. Small trees shot out from the crumbling lip of the pit and their gnarled roots trailed down into the moat. It was almost as if he'd stepped out into the middle of a forest.



The moat was still mostly dry; all the water along the gullies looked to be flowing here, but it was a deep moat and there was only just enough water to slosh around at the bottom. Although, he noticed, looking closer at the building in the center, it had a drawbridge on one side, facing the opening to the right.



He looked behind himself again, then jogged over in a circuit, to the next opening out into the center of the maze. It was definitely a drawbridge, he thought, and pretty much exactly as he did some mechanism in the moat clicked and clacked and the drawbridge swung down with a loud, extended clatter of chains.



Squall leapt backwards with a start as it opened up, revealing... something. The preternatural dark of the tomb continued in the central building, so that all he could see were the vague shapes of the walls, but... everyone called this place a tomb, but what he'd seen so far had been nothing like it. So if there was actually anything buried here, it would probably be here.



Squall stepped out across the drawbridge, feeling a little nervous in his squishing boots and ruined pants, his hair still dripping water. His steps clonked hollowly as he walked across the drawbridge, and the sharper sound of his footsteps on the rock was a welcome relief up until he realized he was definitely making too much noise to sneak into the room.



Once he was actually inside the room properly, though, it was easy to see. And, surprisingly, Sacred was there. He looked about as shocked to see Squall as Squall was to see him; he had been standing by the rear wall, standing on an immense coffin, looking up at something near the roof. He was still naked, so apparently he hadn't picked up his clothes yet.



He turned around as Squall entered the room and practically leapt back in shock, his eyes wide.



"Y-YO, YOU AGAIN?!" he yelped.



"Um," Squall said. "Hi?"



Sacred looked around too, a little nervously, Squall thought. "DID YOU GET LOST?" he asked in an attempt at a whisper.



"I guess... I got separated from my sq— friends. Uh. A while back."



"OH. WELL, THE EXIT'S THAT WAY." Sacred stomped over next to him and pointed back the way he came; now that he was closer Squall could see come splatters drying across his stomach. He still reeked like sex.



Sacred looked down and caught him staring at his sheath and flushed red, so much so that he could tell even under all his fur. Squall flushed as Sacred looked at him with a weird expression on his face.



"Um, sorry." Squall stepped back, away from Sacred.



"I-I JUST," Sacred said before stopping abruptly and covering his crotch with a hand, but not before Squall could see the tip of his cock peaking out from his sheath. "I NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE."



"Do you, uh, think it was a mistake?" Squall asked, wondering if he was projecting his guilty lack of feeling guilty about it.



Sacred looked down at him and blinked slowly, thinking. "I DON'T KNOW. I MEAN, NO. I LIKED IT," Sacred said, and it was a little comforting that someone else had conflicted feelings about the whole thing.



It was endearing, too, that Sacred was so... virginal about sex. Kind of how he felt, but more open about it. But since Sacred was tentative and unsure about it all, that made him feel like he needed to be sure of himself and confidant... like Ifrit or Diablos had been to him, he figured.



"We could do it again," he said before he could stop himself, staring straight up at Sacred's face.



Sacred didn't respond at first, but he could smell the bullish musk in the air abruptly increase, and that was followed a half-second later by the audible gush of precome from his covered dick, so much so that it ran down his fingers and dripped to the stone floor. Squall stepped forward and Sacred took a step back, but he dropped his hand to reveal his cock, jutting out half-hard.



"A-ARE YOU SURE?" Sacred asked, standing like Squall had him pinned against the wall even though he barely came up to his crotch.



"I'd do anything you want me to do," Squall said as he stepped forward again, close enough to run his hand against Sacred's hairy thigh. A practical shower of precome spurted out of Sacred's cock, half-hard and listing to the left, and splattered down on the stones next to him.



"...But if we're gonna do anything, I should get out of these clothes before they get ruined," Squall said, eying the dribbling tip of Sacred's dick. He stepped back and Sacred made absolutely no indication that he'd like to move, leaning against the wall with his cock rapidly sliding out him, his hands trembling against his thighs.



Squall tossed his jacket in the far corner of the room, hopefully far enough away to be untouched by whatever mess they were about to make. This was followed by his undershirt, his belts, both his gunblade and the SeeD blade, which he carried over hung on his belt instead of just tossing the entire contraption aside.



Squall glanced over at Sacred, staring evenly at him, and wondered what he was thinking, watching him strip. His cock was fully hard, arching up across his stomach all the way to between his huge pectorals, and it was drooling out precome, untouched. He wondered if Sacred was wondering why humans wore so many clothes, which was definitely what he was thinking as he unlaced his boots and kicked them off, followed by his socks and finally his pants and underwear in one soggy bundle.



So here he was, naked in the center of an ancient ruin, with a huge Guardian Force waiting around so they could fuck. This had almost become routine by this point. Squall looked over at Sacred and had to fight down the blush that he felt creeping across his cheeks as he walked back to Sacred.



The floor was cool and dry, hard stone with ticklish bits of dry grass sticking out between the cracks. The tiles near Sacred were wet with his precome and dark, with narrow lines of fluid running through the tiny gaps in a slowly-expanding splotch. Up close, between Sacred's huge thighs, he almost slipped at the unexpected slickness of it.



Looking up, it was hard to tell really how huge Sacred's cock was. His sheath was just below eye level, and the whole thing towered up way above arm's reach. He grabbed around the base of it with both hands and interlocked his fingers on the other side, and in response Sacred let out a low, long bellow and pelted Squall's messy, matted hair with several thick strands of precome.



"So how do you want to do it?" Squall asked, looking up into Sacred's half-lidded, blissed out face.



"I DON'T— WHATEVER. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO DO—" Sacred said, and cut off with a blush.



Squall bit his lip, still inwardly nervous even if he wasn't showing it. "Um. Could you..." he said, and then started over in a more 'I-know-what-I'm-talking-about' tone. "Get down on your knees."



Sacred knelt down, and Squall could practically hear his muscles contracting. He stepped back as Sacred lowered down, his hands sliding smoothly up his shaft, until Sacred's knees hit the ground with a rumble like an earthquake.



"Good," Squall said. Sacred's cock came up all the way to the bottom of his huge, jutting pectorals, practically level with Squall's eyes. All of his nipples were sticking out like corks, a purple so dark it was almost black.



"PLEASE," Sacred said, almost mumbling, his chest resonating with every sound he made.



"Please what?" Squall asked, honestly not too sure how to proceed aside from jerking him off again. The tip of his cock was weirdly shaped, like a bulb that came to an actual point at the tip, and he probably couldn't fit that into his mouth without a lot of work.



"PLEASE, SIR," Sacred groaned out, and thankfully he was looking aside, his eyes closed, so he didn't notice Squall's jaw drop. On top of everything else, that was what finally made him blush.



Thankfully, Sacred kept looking down and away until he recovered from the shock of it and stepped close enough so that his cock slapped across his chest. Sacred made another lowing sound, like a drawn-out groan, and he spurted precome in a huge burst across his chest, the thick strands hooking across his shoulder and slapping down across his back.



Squall looked at Sacred's cock, still stroking the few inches near the tip. Sacred shot out another thick burst that splattered droplets into his hair and across the shell of his ear, then slowly dripped down across his cheek. He was really glad he'd gotten a chance to strip this time.



"Sit down," Squall said, an idea coming to him. Sacred ponderously moved to obey him and he stepped back, releasing his cock. It slapped up against his chest and left a messy splatter behind. Sacred settled down on his ass with his back against the wall, his cock bobbing back and forth as he moved. His hooves slid a little against the rock as he finally sat down solidly, his face for once almost level with Squall's.



Squall tugged at Sacred's hips, just a guiding tug— there was no way he could pull any part of Sacred around unless he wanted to be moved. But he did slump down a little more, until he was resting on the back of his hips, with the base of his tail visible above his asscheeks, covered by his dangling balls.



He knelt down and placed a hand against his muscled gut, still looking up into his eyes. He traced along his muscles, his hair mussed and slippery with precome, down around the base of his cock and under his huge, dangling ballsack, to the huge muscled swell of his ass.



His balls alone trapped his hand with their sheer weight, and his sack was hanging loose, spread out between his thighs. He slid his hand back across the hairy skin of his ass, with the sweat-slick skin of his balls pressing against the back of his hand.



Squall followed the curve of his ass until he was digging between his two immense cheeks, and he had stuck his hand up to the wrist between his huge ass cheeks before his fingers touched against the pucker of his ass. It was almost disappointing; he'd wanted to maybe fuck Sacred, but there was no way he could even spread his cheeks wide enough for him to fit his cock all the way to his asshole.



Still, he pushed two slick fingers into Sacred's ass, all his arm below his elbow practically trapped behind his ballsack or between his cheeks. Sacred bellowed again as he wiggled back and forth, feeling inside his depths, and his cock let loose another huge pulse that splashed across his chest and slowly dripped down his body.



Sacred noticed before him; his asshole clamped down around his fingers and his whole body tensed up. Squall was so focused he wouldn't have noticed at all if it wasn't for that. He looked up at Sacred's face to find him staring at the entrance to the room, at the open archway.



"BRO!" he yelled out after a moment, and Squall figured that was his cue to pull his hand out of his asshole.



After a half-second another bull stepped out from around the doorway. This one was Squall's size, and dimly he figured he probably had matching clothes and weapons as Sacred, somewhere, but it wasn't that important because the bull was just as naked as them, and fully erect, and stroking his cock slowly as he stared at them.



"finally noticed me, bro?" the other bull said, cocking his head to one side. "don't stop on my account, i was hoping for a full show."



Sacred was flushed way redder than Squall had seen so far. "BRO!" he repeated, an embarrassed whine, and the other bull just laughed.



"i don't complain when you watch me fuck the tourists who come by," the bull said, and nodded his head in Squall's direction. "nice catch. i'm minotaur, by the way. that guy's older brother."



"Um." Squall said. "Hi."



"don't mind me," he said with an expression that could only be a leer, even on his bullish face. "i just want to see the show."



Sacred gaped and worked his mouth, but nothing came out. "B-BRO—" he started, but Minotaur interrupted him.



"is this really the time for this? you've got him on his knees, panting for your cock," he said, and if to punctuate it his cock drooled out a wet gush of precome that spun out in a long line and snapped, splattering to the floor.



Squall flushed and looked back at Sacred, who was still fully erect and drooling precome copiously, even as he blushed and stammered.



"Have you ever fucked anyone?" he asked, looking up at Sacred, and he looked away from Minotaur to look down at him. He already knew the answer, or at least he was pretty sure, but it was was satisfying to see Sacred stare down at him, eyes wide and mouth open.



"N-NO," was what he said finally, and he looked back and forth helplessly between him and Minotaur watching, openly. "A-ARE YOU SURE?" he asked almost immediately after, looking down at his cock, sluggishly dripping come across his pectorals, and Squall, who must have looked tiny kneeling between his thighs. "YOU REALLY WANT TO...? I COULD HURT YOU!"



"Not the whole thing, but I've been fucked by thicker cocks," Squall said, and then wondered if that was a mistake when Sacred's jaw dropped. Behind him, Minotaur let out a low whistle.



"IF YOU'RE SURE..." Sacred said, obviously kind of worried.



"Just... stay still," Squall said as he pulled his arm back and stood up. Sacred's cock was longer than the distance from his ass to his head; there was absolutely no way he could take the whole thing without killing himself. It was thicker than his leg at the base, but it tapered as it went up, and the tip was hardly thicker than his own cock, excepting the almost fist-sized knob. It wouldn't be easy, but it was definitely workable, for some of it at least.



Squall stepped up against Sacred's thigh, spreading his legs so that he could easily reach his own asshole. His fingers were slick with Sacred's precome, but nowhere near slick enough. Thankfully, Sacred was still pouring out streams of precome, and it was simple to swipe a hand across his chest, ruffling his hair all up backwards and coming back with his hand dripping strings of precome.



He arched back to more easily work his fingers into his ass. He always forgot until it happened how weird something pushing up inside him felt. He let out a little hiss of breath as he worked his fingers around, feeling the inner walls of his ass and trying to relax his asshole. His wrist ached a little from the position he was in, arched backwards with two fingers on his left hand worked up inside him.



Sacred was still staring at him like he didn't know what to do, but he eventually brought one of his huge hands up and loosely curled it around his leg, apparently content to just look at him while he opened himself up.



Squall couldn't resist letting out a groan as he curled his fingers forward, dragging them across the front wall of his ass. Sacred's eyes went wide all over again as he twitched, muscles convulsing across his chest and abdomen.



He bent down across Sacred's chest, steadying himself with one hand, and spread his legs even wider. His face was practically pressed up against Sacred's shaft, and Sacred apparently found this a good time to slide his hand upwards, brushing his thick fingertips across his tight balls. Squall groaned and abruptly staggered, just barely managing to whip his other hand back to catch himself against Sacred's body before he toppled over.



Sacred tentatively quested upwards, feeling across his ass with his huge hand. Squall shuddered as he delved down between his spread cheeks, cautiously pressing one of his huge fingers against his asshole.



"Careful," Squall said, and was surprised by how hoarse his voice came out. "If you wanna give it a try, get your finger slick first... and only use one."



Sacred looked down at him, again with the wild "I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing" look in his eyes that was getting familiar by now, his gaze still flicking back and forth between him and where Minotaur presumably stood, watching.



"Look," Squall said, and leaned forward on one arm. He reached back and grabbed Sacred's hand and guided him forward, to his own dripping cock. At his guidance, he gave it a few strokes and then a slow stroke upwards, leaving both their hands coated in thick, slippery precome. Squall pulled him back, until his hand was poised at his ass again, and then let him go.



Sacred looked over him again, practically gaping, and then when Squall was starting to despair him ever taking a move he slowly reached forward, pushing his slick index finger against the ring of his asshole.



Squall grunted lowly and squeezed his eyes shut as Sacred pushed his finger into him, past the tight, gripping ring of his ass. His fingers were thick, and he tried to relax his ass and push out, opening up his asshole as Sacred slowly pushed in deeper. His fingers were long, too— they looked stumpy and bullish, but only because his hands were so broad. Just one was about the size of a normal cock.



Sacred pushed up against the front of his ass and Squall felt his whole body shudder, his mouth opening to let out a squeaky moan like it was an automatic reaction. Sacred tensed underneath him for a fraction of a second before he realized it had been a good sound, not a pained cry.



Then he tried it again, tentatively dragging his finger back and forth across his ass until he hit it again and Squall yelped and sagged forward, sandwiching Sacred's cock between their bodies, most of it still spanning way up above his head as he pressed against his stomach.



"Okay," Squall said, trying to form words out of the sounds he was involuntarily making. "Okay, aah," he said as he sat forward, pulling himself off of Sacred's finger to lie limply on top of his stomach, his cock spurting and dripping between them.



His legs felt wobbly as he climbed up Sacred's thighs and even up across his chest, his hide feeling weird against his feet. He was practically straddling his head by the time the tip of his cock was actually behind him. Sacred opened his mouth and licked across the length of his cock, his huge tongue pressing his cock straight up against his stomach as he lapped at it.



Squall groaned and held on to his horns, but slowly managed to grasp hold of Sacred's cock and slowly lower himself down until the pointed bulb tip pressed against his ass, still dripping precome out that ran down across his ass and thighs.



Sacred tensed up like he didn't know what to expect as Squall spread himself open. The bulbed head practically popped into him with a wet slurp, only a brief moment of pressure and a little pang before he got used to the thick shaft spreading him open and the larger heft of the bulbed tip inside him.



Sacred gaped for a long moment, and Squall could feel his cock rhythmically pulse inside him, spurting wet lines of precome. Squall breathed loudly as he slowly sunk down his cock, taking more with almost surprising ease. It was relatively thin at first, but got thicker and thicker the more he took inside, huffing and panting as the bloated tip knocked against his insides.



Squall was so focused on the sensation of his cock driving up into him that when Sacred lapped at his cock he almost toppled backwards in surprise and only Sacred bringing up his hands to catch him kept him from a painful impalement. His breathing sounded even more ragged in his ears with Sacred's cock filling his ass and his huge tongue lapping across his dick.



Squall slowly squatted down further, and Sacred craned his shoulders forward to match so that he could keep lapping and sucking on his dick, his mouth far too large for him to really take it in. But finally he could feel Sacred's dick hit some inner wall inside him, pulling a surprised moan out of him.



He panted for a few moments, astraddle Sacred with his legs bent and his hands wrapped around his huge horns, Sacred's hands supporting his weight across his back and legs. His breath hitched as he shifted slightly and Sacred's cocked dragged back and forth across his ass, already feeling like it was stuffing him to capacity.



But then finally he arched up and his cock abruptly slid into place; the bloated tip lined up neatly with the end of his ass, pushing up into his guts. Even aside from his spread-open asshole, red and flexed wide around his huge cock, it felt like the tip was pressing through another tight passage deeper inside him, the bulb of his cockhead plugging him up as his cock slowly slid into his guts.



Sacred's whole body jerked and his cock twisted inside him, another hot gush of precome spurting up inside him and slightly easing the way, slicking him up inside as he sunk lower. Sacred's cock was almost painfully hard inside him, pushing deeper and deeper until he could hardly believe there was room inside him to take that much and still he hadn't taken anything close to even half his cock; his heels were still resting across his chest, nowhere even close.



His shaft was almost painfully wide, and his asshole felt stretched out, dilated as wide as he could go, even as the tip pushed through his guts, spurting more and more precome, making him flush with the heat of it inside him. His cock kept twisting and spasming, pumping his slick precome, and he could diffusely feel it slosh through his guts; it felt heavy inside him, and moreso with each wet burst.



He wanted to take more inside him, to stretch his ass wider and somehow fit all of the immense length inside his guts, but there was just no way. He froze in place for a long moment, resting against Sacred's hands until his legs stopped wobbling and he could slowly push himself up. Sacred's cock slid out of him slowly, the head dragging through his guts in reverse. It felt like it was going to pull him inside-out, he was so tightly clasped around the shaft.



His cockhead pulled out of his guts with a rubbery pang, and he felt empty without it so deeply inside him. The mass of precome pumped up into his guts sloshed out like he'd pulled the cork from a barrel, and it poured out through his ass and around Sacred's thick cock as he pulled off, slurping out of him in messy lines.



Sacred's cockhead pulled out of him with a wet pop as he stood up completely, followed by a wet gush of precome from his spread-wide ass. He could still feel more precome held up inside him, so far up in his guts it couldn't just pour out of him.



Sacred was still lapping across his dick; he'd hardly even noticed it as he'd fucked himself. His cock was only half-hard, thick and long but almost rubbery, his cockhead flared red and dripping precome. He twitched and stiffened as he watched, but before he could get fully hard again he pushed Sacred's cockhead into his ass, wanting all of it inside him again.



This time it was easier to slide down; his cock smoothly pushed its absurd length inside him, hosing down his ass with thick bursts of precome that slowly dripped out around his cock, running down Sacred's shaft and drooling down onto his muscled abdomen. He pushed up into his guts without any hesitation, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan the next time Sacred let loose a burst of precome, his knobby cockhead once again plugging it all up in his guts. The pulses of pressure as Sacred's cock twitched and pumped precome into him were almost painful, but with each one his own cock let out a dribble of precome, that Sacred lapped up quickly.



It was hard to tell if he was going deeper; his guts were saturated with his slippery precome and it was still drooling from his ass, but eventually he bottomed out. His guts turned and twisted in another direction, and with his cockhead pressed up against the fold of his guts it felt like he was going to unwind them, but no matter how much he bobbed back and forth, flushed in the face and panting, slamming Sacred's cockhead against his pliant insides, he couldn't fit any more inside him.



With each pulse of Sacred's cock inside him, his own dick shot out a long string of precome, like the pressure itself was forcing it out of his body. Sacred lapped at his cock more readily, his huge tongue swiping across his thighs and stomach with each lick.



His guts felt bloated and full and Sacred kept pumping more and more precome into him, until he felt like he might burst. Sacred's body jerked spasmodically as his cock shuddered inside him, and his breath was hot and wet across his stomach as he panted. He tried to thrust up inside him, futilely rocking Squall up with him as he rose with his feet balanced on his hips.



Squall opened his mouth to say something, warn him not to do that, but before he could speak he heard a clatter from behind them. Minotaur's bullish hands pressed against his ass, across his spread asscheeks, and tracing around his immensely dilated asshole. One of his hands felt down, across Sacred's shaft, and his whole cock jerked solidly, wrenching at his guts and knocking the breath out of him.



"'m amazed you managed to fit that all in." Minotaur's breath was warm and humid against the back of his thigh. Squall couldn't tell which of them he was talking to. "finally getting some tail," he said, and did something that made Sacred pulse out another burst of precome, all of it stuck up in his guts.



Both of the bulls were panting, Sacred with huge low breaths like a bellows, and Minotaur in shorter, sharper breaths that made the hair on his thighs spike up in goosebumps.



"pull off for a second," Minotaur said, and it was almost a moan. He vainly pushed against his asshole, open to absolute capacity, his fingers digging against his stressed flesh, red and raw.



"B-BRO," Sacred said, his eyes closed and his head thrown back as Minotaur started stroking him, his fist smacking soundly against Squall's ass on each upstroke.



Slowly, between all three of them, they lifted Squall off of Sacred's cock. He felt so tightly stretched it seemed like a miracle that he could even pull off, pull out, but eventually he did. Sacred's cocktip popped out of his guts with another swift pang, and floods of precome poured out around it, flooding out of his ass in loud slurps. His asshole didn't even stretch as his cockhead emerged, and even afterwards he could feel it gape open, wide open as precome slurped out across his red, bruised skin.



Minotaur let out a sound like a moan as Squall finally pulled off and practically toppled backwards. Sacred lowered him down slowly, but he let him go once his feet touched the floor and his legs just collapsed, completely unable to carry his own weight. He ended up on his knees again, only managing to stay partially upright with his hands splayed wide against the dark, slippery flagstones, his trembling arms just barely managing to hold him.



"turn around," Minotaur said, and Squall could feel him step forward, a low heated wave of air in the brief moment before his cock pressed against him, precome raining down on his matted hair and sliding down the side of his neck.



It took a long moment for him to even coordinate his limbs, much less get them to hold his weight, but Minotaur seemed willing to wait, sliding his cock minutely back and forth against Squall's skin as he turned.



Squall finally turned himself around, Minotaur's cock sliding across his face until it butted against his nose, the tip still dribbling precome into his hair. He hadn't really noticed on Sacred before of the proportions involved, but their cocks were thin. Minotaur had to be over a foot long, but his cock started out just a little thicker than Squall's own and tapered down to the width of his finger, with a little knobby bulge at the tip that was the size of a small walnut, or a large marble.



Minotaur just grabbed hold of his head and pushed him back, pulling his own hips back so he could angle the tip of his cock right at his mouth. Squall already had his mouth open, tongue lolling out, and when Minotaur thrust inside he just sealed his lips around his shaft and twisted his tongue around his cocktip. He tasted almost exactly the same as Sacred, rank and bullish, and Minotaur wasted no time starting to thrust back and forth, repeatedly almost plugging his throat with the bulge at the tip of his cock. He was constantly leaking precome too, just the same as Sacred, and what he couldn't manage to swallow dripped out the sides of his mouth in streams.



He must have been worked up from watching them, because he came almost immediately, flooding his mouth unexpectedly with his load, coming in huge bursts that left Squall coughing for breath as he drew back. His cock twisted up too, in a tight helix, and he entwined his fingers with it as he came, streaking Squall's face with streamers of come, splattering into his mouth and shooting up his nose and glazing across his tightly-closed eyes.



Minotaur finally stepped back, breathing hard as the rest of his load spurted out first across Squall's chest and dripped down to his cock, then drooled out the dregs across the floor, already dark and slick and pungent with Sacred's unceasing flow of precome.



Squall wiped across his face several times with the back of his hands before he cracked open an eye.



"good job," Minotaur said with another leer, his fingers still twined around his corkscrewed cock. "i can see why my brother likes you."



Squall would have turned to look at Sacred, except he felt like he was made from lead, heavy and completely beyond his ability to move. Plus, the soft wet patter of Sacred's precome dripping and spurting from his cock hadn't let up at all, if anything coming louder and heavier.



"i'll show you a trick," Minotaur said, and reached out a hand to trace across Squall's check, his fingers leaving furrows in the thick layers of his come. "not much use to me."



Squall could feel the magic pulse through them, but he was in no condition to figure out what, if anything, it had done.



"get back on his cock," Minotaur said, his low voice even harsher. "you won't stretch further, but you won't rip apart trying to take it all."



Squall could hardly even follow it, but Scred was the one who effortlessly picked him up and turned him around, setting him on his chest like he was a doll. Sacred really was pissing precome now, in huge gushes that didn't let up at all. He managed to spray precome up and down across his back in the brief moment before he pushed in, and the swollen, red bulge of his cockhead pushed into his broken-in ass without any resistance.



"you don't have to go easy," Minotaur said, and in his low voice it sounded almost like a threat. "he won't break, now."



Sacred gaped again, his flush darkening even as his cock kicked at Squall's insides. He let out another huge gush of precome just as he pushed back into his guts, and half of it sprayed out from his slack asshole as the rest just forced back inside him, the heat and pressure of it by now familiar. Sprawled out bonelessly across Sacred's stomach, Squall could swear he could see his stomach ripple and expand with each pulse. He was already sore and swollen; he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what would happen if Sacred actually came inside him.



Minotaur slid his hand across Squall's calves, near the ankle, and he looked down in time to catch him grinning up at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was harsh rasping pants. Sacred whimpered as he gasped for breath, and he could feel another series of huge bursts shoot up inside him.



Sacred was in as deep as he'd been before, and he felt as impossibly full and sore as before, but Sacred tried to pull him lower, deeper, and his asshole just refused to go any further. It felt like a band of iron ringing his insides, pliant until he was stretched to his limits. Sacred curled a huge hand around his body and pulled him up before slamming him back down, and a roar of something that ought to have been pain surged through his body, but instead he let out a great sobbing cry and came, his cock jerking spasmodically as he shot out his load across Sacred's hide.



There was an unyielding pressure at his asshole, and it took a little jerk of effort before Sacred could pull him up off his cock. He'd taken more of his impossibly-thick cock, but by squeezing his shaft tighter, not by ripping himself open. Squall just tiredly let his legs hang loose and draped his arms around Sacred's huge fist as he pulled him up and down. With each pulse and jerk of Sacred's cock inside him the feeling of pressure peaked, his asshole squeezing impossibly firmly around his shaft as it flared and tensed.



Sacred's hands fixed around his legs and he turned him back and forth with a wrench. Squall's cock twitched, stiffening again already as Sacred twisted him around his cock, driving it a fraction of an inch deeper. Squall grunted and moaned, inarticulate, and Sacred bowed his head forward to kiss him sloppily, his tongue curling around his chin as his cock gave a final hard pulse inside him.



It twisted, the whole immense length of it rocking like it had been pulled to one side. It knocked the breath of out him from the inside, and he was open-mouthed, gasping for breath when the first spurt of come hosed up inside him.



Sacred's cock twisted again, like the whole thing was contracting, and his cock curled around with a gut-stretching spasm that he could hear, a low wet slurp coming from inside him as Sacred came. His whole cock was curling around, corkscrewing inside him. The absolute mess of precome made it slide easy through his guts, warping them around his cock as he pumped more and more come up inside him, trapped in his guts by his bloated shaft.



He could feel his guts jerk out of place, caught sheathing Sacred's huge cock as it helixed around inside him. The leg-thick shaft beneath him spiraled as well and pulled some small part of it out of him as it curled up, pulling a distorted wet slap out of his guts as his head dragged backwards with a rough, rubbery motion.



He felt ready to explode, his guts saturated far beyond capacity with Sacred's load, and as Sacred pulled him a fraction of an inch up he could feel his guts stretch around his cock with a messy wet slurp a fraction of a second before his come started pouring out of him.



His asshole felt red and raw but he could feel Sacred's thick, stringy come slide out through the mess of precome already coating him and run down his legs in thick clumping lines. He just struggled to breathe as Sacred kept coming, more and more come rushing out of him as Sacred kept pumping more in. The wet heat of his come still crept higher and higher inside him, each blast forcing what was inside him deeper, until he could feel it under his ribs.



Squall gaped and panted for breath as Sacred tried to thrust back and forth, his cock sliding in and out at weird angles. He was still spurting come into him with the force of a hose, all of it shooting up deep inside his guts only to pour out of his distended asshole as Sacred pulled him back and forth on his immense cock.



Squall's dragging feet finally found traction on Sacred's dripping, slick hide around when his orgasm started to die down, and the last few pulses shot into his ass as he slumped forward, until his cockhead pulled out with a wet slurp, even more come coming out in a messy gush. Squall just gasped for breath as he sprawled out boneless across Sacred's chest, both of them smeared with his come.



Sacred seemed content to just breathe, his cock still slowly spurting messy strings of come that drooled along the inner spiral of his cock, most of it dripping out across his belly or onto Squall's back.



Without letting a moment pass, Minotaur pushed up against his, his cock sliding across Squall's slick back until the tip caught on the flushed, distended rim of his asshole. He pushed it in with a wet squelch and his entire cock sunk inside him with absolutely no resistance, even the final new inches of his fury, matted sheath pushing inside his asshole.



Sacred was still panting for breath, his cock fully hard and locked in its spiral. It reached halfway up his chest even curled up, and come still poured from the tip in a messy drizzle, down the inside of the helix. As Minotaur started thrusting into him, Squall braced himself, barely, against Sacred's heaving flanks, his arms spread on either side of his cock.



"that was fucking hot," Minotaur growled in his ear as he hilted his cock savagely inside him. His cock was long, and thick at the base, but it was nothing compared to Sacred. Come was still pouring out of him, and each thrust brought forth a messy spurt of come, splattering all across his back and coating Minotaur's chest in stringy lines.



Minotaur pulled him up and away from Sacred, his back bending back in an arch as all his weight came to rest on Minotaur's broad hips. He thrust forward, and Squall almost collapsed again, his arms just barely managing to hold himself.



Minotaur released him and let him fall down against Sacred's hips. Squall was too tired to even look up; he was sure Sacred was looking down at him. Sacred's cock was softening slowly, his come running down his rippled stomach in thick lines. Minotaur hammered his ass, rocking him against Sacred's body, all his weight on his chest and shoulders as he slowly slid forward, kneeling between Sacred's legs practically lying on top of his cock.



Minotaur reached down with both hands and easily fit several fingers into him alongside his dick. His asshole felt thick and rubbery, and Minotaur hooked his fingers around inside him and pulled, opening his asshole wide. He kept fucking, his cock not even touching the sides of his fingers as he drove it directly into his red insides.



Squall felt like he was in a daze, unaware of anything aside from Minotaur's pounding thrusts and the bloated stretch off his guts as Sacred's come leaked out of him, but it seemed like it didn't take long before Minotaur bellowed and slammed his cock all the way inside him, his shaft spiraling up again as he came inside him. He came in huge wet bursts Squall was surprised he could still feel, and it all sloppily poured out of him, their loads indistinguishable.



Minotaur pulled out with a long wet slurp, his spiraled cock rippling along his ass until the very tip emerged with a pop and he shot the rest of his load across Squall's back, his come just mixing with the layers of fluid already sliding across his skin.



He distantly felt Minotaur pull away after he was spent, and after a half-second Sacred moved too, gingerly placing him down on the ground. He mostly concentrated on breathing, his breath coming hard and fast as he tried to ignore his bulging, roiling guts. He wasn't broken anywhere, but he still ached all over.



The two bulls were talking, but he couldn't make out their words, even though Sacred's voice still made the rocks shake. But eventually whatever conversation they were having wound down, and Minotaur knelt beside him.



"hey. squall. you mind if we come with you?" he said, and even though it was a question it didn't really sound like one. Squall didn't even try to say anything, he just shook his head, once. "okay. good." Minotaur pressed a finger against his forehead, both of them still slick with fluid, and after a half-second there was a bone-rattling thud as Sacred went down on his knees beside him and pressed one much larger finger besides Minotaur's.



This time the junction didn't feel like much of anything, or maybe he was just too tired and aching to catch the feeling of their pattern seeping into him. It didn't take much time for them both to dissolve away as they pushed their way into his head, but once they slotted neatly into place it was like someone had lit the world on fire.



He could feel it building for a second, and with both of them in his head it was suddenly second nature to identify Minotaur's spell on him and the well of energy beneath him. The first pulse shot into him with the familiar feeling that it ought to have hurt, but instead it felt like that same iron-banded pressure all across his skin and insides in one shattering blow.



His guts lurched back into place with a sound almost like his stomach growling. He took an abrupt breath, like someone had thrown a glass of cold water in his face, as he felt his guts tense, the sluggish flow of come seeping out of him suddenly spurting out forcefully as his guts buckled back into shape, forcing their combined loads through him, some pushing up even deeper inside him as most of it poured out of him. His stomach still bulged outwards slightly, like he'd just eaten a huge meal, but it was nothing compared to the swollen potbelly he'd had before.



He hadn't even noticed coming, but his cock was rock-hard and dripping abruptly, and when the second wave of energy hit him he felt the wet splatter as he shot again all across his chest. He staggered to his feet, more thick come oozing out of his ass and down his legs. The next surge lanced up through his bare feet and he staggered drunkenly, almost falling down.



He was only hazily aware as he staggered out of the central room and onto the drawbridge; the energy surging up through him cut off abruptly as he pushed himself off the drawbridge and fell in the water with a loud splash.



He still felt hazy and a little sore, but it was nothing like the almost-unconscious stupor he'd been in. Sacred had really done a number on him, and he'd junctioned to them... weirdly. He treaded water slowly and stayed under the drawbridge, for all the good it would do him if Rinoa or Irvine came by.



It felt like come washed off him in sheets, he was covered with so much of it. His hair was matted to his skull, and even after dunking his head several times and scrubbing it with his hands it still felt heavy and weirdly thick. Hopefully he didn't smell too bad.



He hesitantly reached down to his ass, his hole clenched tightly shut. It felt raw, throbbing with every heartbeat, and he could tell just how thickly swollen it was when he ran his fingers across it. He pushed a finger inside tentatively, gasping as that brought a rush of water with it. More come poured out of him, like there was absolutely no end to it. He tried it a few times, opening up his ass to the cool water, only to clench tight and force it out afterwards, mixed with a cloud of come.



He hauled himself out of the moat eventually, once he figured he was as clean as he was going to get. The load pumped far inside him still weighed in his guts, heavy and almost sloshing as he moved, but if he tensed his abs he could conceal his bulging stomach. He stood dripping wet on the warm stones for a long moment, trying to get used to the rush of energy pulsing upwards from the ground. His cock twitched with each pulse, slowly thickening to full hardness as he waited. He leaned heavily against the wall as he re-entered the tomb to get his clothes, thankfully on the other side of the room from the absolute mess they had made.



His clothes felt weird after everything; his underwear clung tight to his wet skin. He was fully hard again by that time, and he had to tuck his cock into his boxer-briefs, its length bulging out obscenely as he put the rest of his clothes on. His undershirt was still damp from last time he'd washed off and it stuck to his body like a second skin. The energy diminished to a small trickle when he put his boots on, and he shrugged his heavy jacket on, disregarding his damp undershirt and wet shoulders.



Walking was easier than he'd expected; the powerful rushes of energy from the earth had healed him up. His asshole felt swollen, and come was still leaking out of him in small spurts every few steps, but it was nothing like the unsettling ache it had been before. His wet skin and damp clothes chafed a little as he walked.



He'd almost forgotten his mental map as he walked out of the tomb, but by the time he got to the first intersection it was coming back to him. It felt almost like his legs were being guided by some unknown force, but at any rate the path was simple: straight ahead.



He passed through several dark, quiet intersections, and it wasn't until he passed through the final one he realized there was a growing light ahead. He stepped out into the open air, at the entrance of the tomb again finally. His stomach fell when he saw no sign of Irvine or Rinoa anywhere, and he had just enough time to start worrying about the dozens of ways things could have gone horribly wrong before the air... twisted, somehow, around to, to reveal both of them sitting on the crumbling wall beside the entrance, Irvine watching the entrance he'd just walked through while Rinoa stared at the walls of the tomb, probably planning to climb all over it.



He could see Irvine's mouth move for a fraction of a second before his voice cut in abruptly. He had been saying something; he had no clue what, because immediately he yelled and jumped to his feet.



"Squall!" he said, and he was echoed after a half-second by Rinoa, who whirled around to face him.



"Where'd you come from?" Irvine said, before Rinoa could say anything else. He sounded relieved.



Squall opened his mouth to say something, anything, because he had no clue what that had been, but in the fraction of a second between that and actually speaking he had a flash of insight that felt suspiciously GF-induced. "Diablos has an ability to hide me from monsters," he said like it was the most obvious thing. "I suppose it hid me from you two as well for a moment."



Irvine made a face. "GFs are weird."



Squall shrugged. "...I got lost, also. But I found another GF in the center of the ruins— that was probably what General Caraway sent the other SeeDs out here for."



"Um, on that note," Rinoa said, tentatively. "You kind of took a while in there, so..."



"Right," Squall said decisively. "We need to get back to Deling as soon as we can and report back." He swung the other sword on his hips. "This blade, as well as the GF, should be sufficient evidence for the General."



He stopped talking and there was an awkward pause as Rinoa and Irvine kept looking at him.



"So, um, let's go," he said, flushing abruptly, and he heard both of them laugh at him as he stepped forward, already aiming for the black line of Deling City on the horizon. It seemed just his luck, of course he'd be dripping wet and have his guts sloshing with come from getting fucked by a gigantic bull GF when he still had a busy night ahead. He was pretty sure he could feel all of his GFs laughing at him.