Chapter 55: Assembling The Guard Dogs (Pretty Much Just Entry Level Smut*)
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Please Note: The following chapter has light to mild smut in it. It's definitely not the most explicit but it is man on man action and heavily smutty-themed. You have been warned.
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P.S: All comments and review are welcome.
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Max attempts to finish his last errands he needs to get done before his journey, but his men seem to be scheming against him at every turn…
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PART 1: Lucien
"What did you do to me? Why am I here? Why do I have such thoughts?"
Lucien seemed both manic and pissed. It was honestly such a turn on for Max, and the choking was not helping his case. "Answer me."
'LepeR!' Max thought, as an invisible force forcefully separated the two of them. It didn't send Lucien into a wall; mostly because Max didn't want it to.
No, instead, it forced him backward, into the center of the motel room, keeping him there, much to his annoyance and Max's slight disappointment.
Internally, Max had enjoyed being choked to near unconsciousness by the vampire. He was slightly bummed to have to be the one to stop the process.
Unfortunately, this particular situation required a more... nuanced influence. One devoid of estrangement and unfamiliarity.
It required empathy.
And Max, trying to be a better person—or, at least, leave the world better around him—needed to do the one thing that terrified him. He needed to connect as a person.
Not a puppeteer.
Not a controller.
A person.
And, despite how terrifying such a thing was for a person like Max, he believed he could do it. At the very least, he would try, that he was sure of.
Lucien, on the other hand, was panicking.
Looking around constantly, unable to move thanks to Max's telekinetic binding. He didn't seem scared. No, he was definitely angry. Annoyed. His pride was stung. He also seemed jumpy—not scared, exactly; just jumpy.
Max psychically used empathic powers to calm him as best he could. He was new to the whole empathetic approach. He was just hoping even that wasn't overreaching.
Waves of calmness spread over Lucien, like a silent wind in a warm, calm forest. It wasn't enough to remove the paranoia, but Max did notice the elder vampire seemed to visibly relax, becoming slightly less rigged to run. He was still narrowing his gaze at Max, but he wasn't high on his emotions anymore.
When he looked calm enough, Max spoke.
"I... apologize for the way I brought you here. It was not very... upstanding of me. I'm trying to be better. It wasn't my intent to enslave you like that," Max said, holding eye contact. "I am... sorry."
This gave the vampire pause, as he absorbed the words. He seemed to stare at Max in something close to... astonishment? Realization? Understanding. Max couldn't tell. Emotions were still a semi-foreign experience for him.
A silence passed between the two of them. Neither said a word for what felt like eons, but was probably just a few moments.
Finally, Lucien spoke.
"Do you mind telling me what is going on? Who are you and why do I feel so drawn to you?" Lucien asked. "I am pretty certain I swung the other way when I woke up this morning."
Max laughed slightly at the comment.
"The first two questions are easier to answer than the 3rd," Max said simply, taking a seat on the bed, rubbing his neck. "I move that Lucien, being an apex predator, quickly took note of, 'I am Maximus Matthias Westphall-Bennett. A witch, more or less. I... was attempting to test out the limits of my... charm ability. Unfortunately I got a little carried away."
'Carried away my ass!' Lucien thought, amused. 'I am clearly feeling an attraction to you that wasn't there before. It less intense now. Less compulsive, but it's there... It's not exactly an unwelcome feeling, though….'.
"What do you want with me?" Lucien asked, coming to sit on the bed beside Max. "Why am I here?"
Max attempted to answer, only to get pause, getting lost to the green of his hazel eyes.
'Man,' Maximus thought to himself. 'Such green eyes... They're beautiful.'
Lucien, noticing Max's distraction, slowly grinned, clearly amused.
"You know, I ain't told getting a picture would last longer," he snarked.
Max blinked, shaking himself from his reverie.
"Right... um, what was the question again?"
"Why am I here, Max?" Lucien said, surprisingly gently. "What is it exactly that you want with me?"
"Oh, right, yeah," Max nodded. "I want to make a deal. A very important deal."
"What kind of important deal, exactly?" Lucien asked, more curious than anything.
"I am going away for a while and I need something protected," Max began. "Protected and hidden until I return."
"Oh?" Lucien began a devious grin—a grin that had Max wanting to hide himself on his side until unconsciousness claimed him. "And what's in it for me?"
"Plenty," Max said. "Duty. Power...Me."
This gave Lucien pause, an indication for Max to continue.
"I can grant you the power to complete whatever goal it is you want to complete," Max said. "In return, I want you as mine—Mine and me as yours. You'll join my harem. Also, you'll guard something while I am away."
Lucien thought about it for a moment.
'It's not exactly a bad trade,' he pondered. 'He's pretty straightforward in what he wants. I get such a powerful witch as him on my side while, in return, he gets a guard dog and the opportunity to get blessed by my sacred solvent whenever he wants.'
'I know I was straight before, but, looking at him, I wouldn't mind destroying him in bed. Something tells me he'll actually enjoy the process, too.'
Lucien nodded after thinking his answer. "That's a pretty decent arrangement. I can get behind it," he said. "Now tell me... Who all are in this harem?"
'Maybe, by getting close to this witch, I could get my revenge on Klaus,' Lucien thought, before frowning. 'Do I actually want that, though? I've never been attracted to males before, but the longer I'm near this young witch, the more I feel the urge to just let such vices go. It is strange. I don't think he's actively trying to charm me. If he were, he wouldn't have given me back my memories and apologized.'
'That said, the thought that other men have a claim to him—' Lucien growled briefly—so brief, a normal person wouldn't have caught it, but Max did. 'This is frustrating. How can one feel like killing someone and boning them down like animals at the same time? It's... annoyingly arousing.'
'Fuck it.' Lucien couldn't help it anymore. One second he was seated beside Max, the next he had Max again pinned to the wall by the neck, his gaze dark.
"I can't stand this any longer. I'mbe your blimey guarddog and I will join your bloody harem," Lucien leaned forward, tightening his grip around Max's throat even more, watching as the boy began turning purple, his eyes clearly in pure ecstasy. He leaned in close, his own eye veins turning black as his fangs descended. He sniffed the pulse point of Max's neck, transfixed by the unique scent of blood beneath the skin. "You smell so... delicious. Can I— Let me..."
As if in response to Lucien's troubles, Max leaned his head to the side, giving Lucien better access and permission simultaneously. Then, Lucien, lost in a strange state of needy hunger, dove right in, with Max releasing a pleasured moan as his fangs pierced skin.
The taste was everything. It was the best tasting blood Lucien had ever consumed—A drug that he knew immediately that he was hooked on instantly.
Out of pure reflex, he grabbed Max's wrists and, without removing his fangs from his neck, he pinned them to the wall above Max's head. Then thrust his clothed, hardened member into Max's, forcing Max to dry hump into the thrust on instinct, moaning out a choked groan of pure ecstasy.
Max knew he had a deadline and that he really should head out to his next destination. He knew the urgency, but as he was getting absolutely drained of his blood at an alarming rate, his vision blurring as he experienced an ecstasy high of the highest portion, he couldn't help but give in to desire.
"Uhn... Lucien, please—I—fuck," Max moaned out, the weak defense that was abruptly cut off by a particularly angled thrust that nearly had Max seeing stars. "Please, Lucien, I really— Oh My Gods!"
A sharp thrust of Lucien's hips broke Max's thought process.
Lucien just smirked against his bleeding neck, licking the wound clean, before claiming Max's lips in a demanding kiss that Max couldn't even defend against because the vampire's thrusts just kept coming.
"You don't get to have other men have you," Lucien growled possessively, guiding Max backwards to the bed. "This is what's going to happen: I'm going to fuck you right and properly. You'll scream my name as you enter Nirvana and I'm going to wreck you beyond repair. And you're going to take it because you're mine."
It was at this moment that Max realized that he probably won't make it to the second location as he planned for today…
Three hours later, after riding a 9½-inch boner while entering a subspace of sorts and screaming out in pleasure that only a vampire could get him to do, Max found himself laying sweatily against an equally sweaty Lucien.
Castle, the vampire pits and its divine aroma making Max want to go an 8th round.
Thankfully, he controlled himself.
Within a matter of minutes, both men were washed, dressed and rushing down the road in a 2009 black Camaro.
His destination?
Fort Valley, Georgia.
It was time to visit a certain mudman, maybe make a new friend or seduce an enemy with his boundless charm, Max has yet to decide.
Either way, he had a feeling he would be enjoying himself the next few hours.
He just had no idea to what extent that feeling would ring true…
PART 2: Ryan Clarke
It took only 30 minutes to get to Fort Valley, Georgia—To a small town inn that Max had Lucien wait in the car for while he met with someone he had been texting for a few months now.
Max has already learned the best way to get men to be obsessed with him without compromising their agency was let the passive effect of his 9/10 Charm work its magic.
He is trying to be a better person—Or, at least, a less shitty one, anyway. And this was the only solution that would let him complete his mission while getting the chance to make connections with someone he wanted in his harem, without resorting to compulsive overwhelming.
Besides, Ryan Clarke has been on his bingo card for a long while. He was no Kol Mikaelson and he wasn't buff like Mason, but that smirk of his paired with those adorable curly dark hair and handsome face was enough to make him a candidate for Max's harem.
Anyway, Max made his way to the room, surprised to see Lucien waiting for him at the door.
"I told you to stay in the car," Max glared.
"And miss the steamy situation I smell is coming up? Not a chance in the 9 Hells, mate," Lucien smirked that god awfully attractive smile of his that made Max want to punch it off his face and kiss it at the same time. He suddenly appeared behind Max, breathing down Max's neck, causing Max to shiver unconsciously. "Besides," he breathed, causing Max moan softly as he nipped his ear. "I need to see if this Ryan guy is worthy of you."
Max had to physically force himself not to strip right then and there for any passerby to see.
Instead, he opened the door to see…
Ryan Clarke's fell in love the instant he saw Max.
As a mudman, one would think Ryan Clarke had no emotions or empathy of any kind. They'd be wrong, of course.
Ryan was molded to be a ruthless, physical copy of his father—Of the Original Golem. Unfortunately, he was imperfect in his father's eyes—Largely because he didn't inherit the consuming abilities of his father—Of Malivore. But also because he had something even the great mud devourer hadn't considered him developing when creating him: Empathy. To an extent.
Sure, Ryan was clever. He was his father's loyal soldier when he needed something—And the human's reinforcer when required—Or he was.
But then he met Max. Albeit, Ryan clearly remembers Max reaching out to him first. Originally by mail until that evolved to by phone.
Now, it was in person and he was absolutely stunning.
Ryan's never made an issue out of sexuality. He liked who he liked. Men. Women. It made no difference. He was a mere man, after all—Not like reproduction was in the cards for him—Which is yet another reason he was his father's failed experiment of a son.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he stepped forward, hand outstretched. "So you're Maximus?"
Max looked at the hand and, instead of taking the hand, he looked Ryan over in the blink of an eye.
He was dressed in a button down white shirt, the top 2 buttons undone; it was tucked in navy blue neatly ironed slacks above a pair of expensive looking brown business shoes. He wasn't buff—he was more lean with light to little muscular build but he was still fairly attractive.
Max bypassed the handshake, choosing instead to place his palm on Clarke's chest, startling the mudman given his uptick in heartbeat.
Max felt Ryan's eyes on him but he ignored it, choosing instead to focus on his task. 'I can work with this,' Max thought to himself. 'I'd like the mud stick as is, but it is in desperate need of an upgrade.'
Max calmly thought up a spell—something original and more relevant to the situation at hand—then he chose to chant it. His eyes glowed heavenly white and his voice echoed as if a choir as he chanted:
"duM semoceb hself. htraE semoceb doolb. sihT ydob sevil, siht doolb swolf, siht efil serudne. teL ytilativ dnuoba, tel ytilitref hsiruolf, tel noitcartta mossolb, tel erised nekawa. tahW I kaeps si hturt. hturT semoceb ytilaer."
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Translation: "Mud becomes flesh. Earth becomes blood. This body lives, this blood flows, this life endures. Let vitality abound, let fertility flourish, let attraction blossom, let desire awaken. What I speak is truth. Truth becomes reality."
Ryan became denser, more muscled—not overly so, but noticeably so. He became athletic, his chest more pronounced. His eyes more full of life. He radiated a greater aura than before. His arms barely fit in the sleeves of his shirt.
"Wha- How?" Ryan tried, but was too stunned to speak. He could feel vitality coursing through his veins. Actual vitality alongside his mud blood. "You—?"
"I made you more whole," Max said, smiling softly. "You're still part golem, but you're actually alive now. You—"
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"I'm so horny," Ryan stated, blankly.
At that point, Max and Ryan locked eyes and Max knew he was about to be late yet again for his plans for the day.
He crossed the space somehow almost instantly, grasping Max by the chin and colliding their lips in a passionate kiss that had no business being so hot.
Max wasn't sure when he was removed of his clothes or when his back hit the bed, but he remembered looking up from the bed, his legs beings spread for better access of his dripping, wet, somehow virgin tight pussy as Ryan, shirtless, pants drawn down to above his knees, looked down on his and his heat like he wanted to devour it whole — And, considering what he was, it was quite literally possible.
The imagery only made Max get wetter even as Ryan's 12 foot schlong began to breech his sacred gates.
The thing about being a mudman, though — something that no one had ever told Max — is that they could control the girth and length of their magic missile.
So, at the moment Max was certain that the 12 inches were inside him, he found himself shocked still to feel the shaft, not just expanding in girth to the size of a beer can — and growing — but also becoming an even larger andconada in length, breeching his walls in ways they've never been breached before and reaching places that no other cock has ever managed to reach.
14 inches.
16 inches.
18 inches.
20.
22.
24.
26.
Max had to have him cap there as the flared head of Ryan's shaft was well deep inside his stomach at the moment — It was a oh so divine, incredibly painful and the most euphoric experience Max has ever experience. And, when Ryan pulled out, he pulled all the way out — Only to shove it right back in to the hilt without mercy and repeated this in ruthless abandon.
It was perfect.
So perfect was it that it sent Max into the deepest layer of subspace he had ever managed to enter before.
Max was gone. Completely and absolutely just gone.
Too far gone was he to process the actual railing properly. Too far gone was he to notice Lucien shoving his cock deep inside a moaning, eyerolling Ryan Clarke.
And too gone was he to realize that, when it ended, he somehow got both men' s seed creamed deep inside his pussy — Multiple times. And down his throat — Multiple times.
The two men just decided to have their way with Max and, honestly, if Max were even briefly conscious or capable of critical thinking at the moment, he'd probably just let them. He wasn't complaining.
He was on Cloud9.
In the end, it would take 6 hours for Max to return to himself—Who knew mudman cock was so mind-breaking?
Max definitely intended to have fun with all the men of the House of Malivore—Yes, even Landon, though probably not his universe's Landon—No, that one belonged solely to Hope.
That said, after chilling and soaking in the manly scent of the two men, and the pits—Gods, did Max fucking love armpits—they provided, Max felt he was ready to visit Malivore.
They washed up, re-clothed and, since Max was still struggling to stand, let alone walk or drive, they rode with Ryan to Triad Industries.
It was time to see the true Original Mud Man. Max had a feeling he would not be disappointed by however things would end tonight—He had no idea that Malivore was more a monster than his son—In more ways than one.
PART 3: Malivore
Ryan tried to sneak them both past security, but they were caught—Turns out, Triad had supernaturals on their force, which, honestly, checks out.
In the end, Max had to psychically stop mental activity and physical movement with his psionic abilities to get them in.
Of course, when they were in, Ryan led them to where the pit resided—And then Max saw it: A pool of mud that was its own separate dimension.
He wasted no time. Walking to its edge, he placed a hand on its surface, psychically connecting to its psyche—A ripple effect expressed itself from where his palm touched the pool.
"I am here to give you form. To give you direction. To give you purpose. Heed my words well, Malivore," Max spoke, his eyes glowing a brilliant white once more. "I give you form. I give purpose. I give you flesh and blood from Earth and Mud. I give you vitality and passion, dominance and subservience according to my will and your nature. I gift you abundant fertility and potent seed in excess.
"I gift you the Concept of the Mud and the Earth. Of the Dark and the Devourer. Yours shall be linked directly to me, and from this connection, I gift you life.
"By my word, you are made. Rise and become."
The entire mudpit began to shake as it glowed a blinding white before a brilliant white light condensed into...
A man with dark hair, bronze skin veined with dark veins of darkened mud. He wore black slacks, black button-down and a black trench coat above black business shoes. He was somehow both handsome and dirty, clean and corruptive—Dark and receptive. His eyes were yellow, specifically a transfixing mix yellow-green somehow and entirely mesmerizing. He was fit too and made Max get wet just watching him eye Max with a titled, curious head, which triggered his Omega Pheromone Routine and—Well, suffice to say, shit hit the fan.
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Max wasn't even sure how it happened.
One minute, he was staring transfixed at the god before him—The next, he was completely bare with a thick cock the girth of a showerhead at 28 inches long deep in his pussy and, from behind, he had a 26 inches long, beer can thick shaft obliterating his prostate.
He was so lost and completely in nirvanna that, by the time he came back to himself, he was back at the motel, and his men were wanting yet another round.
'Is this what they call suffering from success?' Max groaned, even as round 20th started up. 'I'm not gonna be able to walk for weeks!'
Unfortunately, Malivore had only just styled it in when the door opened and 12 more men walked in.
Kol.
Kai.
Sebastian.
Mason,
Jeremy,
Tyler,
Jackson.
Oliver.
Aiden.
Barshamsha.
Markos.
Marcus.
"I hope we're not late to the party," Kol grinned mischievously.
'Oh, my gods,' Max thought, horrified. 'It'll never recover from this.'