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Something Borrowed

Chapter 6: The Vows

Aksel was laying on his bed while the musk deer from the Halloween shop, Ron, bounced on his cock while Ryan’s exhausted form suckled on the buck’s cum soaked nuts. The buck ran his hands over the tight, muscular body of that deer, his thrall’s eyes haloed in a ring of red.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck yes master,” Ron was practically screaming as his hooves dug into the mattress, the sheets tearing from the fast and deep fucking on that dick. Aksel could feel the fatigue from the night slowly melting away. He even felt more awake as the two tirelessly worked for his nut.

Well…nuts. Aksel’s rut had him producing cum at inhuman rates and he needed a nice warm hole to milk it out of him. It also didn’t hurt that they were devout in every way. Their constant worship was washing over him, their adoration, their absolute subjugation to his will and power.

“Fuck,” Aksel moaned as his balls bounced, thick jets of cum squelching deep into the ass above him. It was merely more lube for the constant rutting. Sweat, drool, and cum dripped off that musk deer, his fangs glinting in the lowlight as the buck beneath him snorted and thrusted his most recent batch of bastards into that slutty hole.

“Aren’t they such good little thralls?” Stolid assessed, his hand becoming coated in that red latex. The buck’s sizable mitt becoming larger as those red tendrils rolled over his arm. “Don’t you just love to have them under your thumb?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Aksel smirked before feeling something wet smack his chin. He looked down to see Ron’s cock shooting jets of cum over his chest. “They seem to like it too.”

“Such a good offering from an obedient thrall,” Stolid rumbled, that hand coming down to swipe through that mess and shove it in the still orgasming thrall’s muzzle. The musk deer’s tongue lulled over those fingers, lapping and worshiping them, sucking them clean. Stolid’s essence shuddered, that latex creeping further along Aksel’s chest. One of his pecks massively out proportioned as that stuff rolled over his ear and face.

Aksel felt a little reservation towards the sudden covering of one of his eyes, but when that latex parted, he could see more out of his one eye than his two normal ones had seen in a lifetime.

“Holy shit,” Aksel breathed as his pure white eye was opened. He could see the heartbeat inside Ron, his actual body almost translucent as his heart fluttered with a warm red flame. His body pulsed with life, his skin a glowing red.

A sly smirk crept up Aksel’s muzzle, slanting up disproportionately into the half maw of that symbiote like a zipper of shark teeth. Aksel could feel it, the raw and deep sensations Stolid felt when he took control of the arm Stolid was wrapped around. He could feel Ron’s heartbeat like a little fluttering of wings, a constant rippling pulse of warmth that sent an itching need through his bones. Aksel gripped onto Ron’s chest, his claws sinking into the deer’s peck slightly. Ron gave a little wince, but moaned as a single drop of blood welled up against Stolid’s fingers.

Despite his onyx claws vicious appearance, they were still living cells. He could feel the flow of that blood, each individual cell was rapturous.

That’s when he felt the tingling in his palm. Pleasure itched its way into the marrow as Aksel realized that tingling was Ron’s cum still on his palm. The swimmer’s wriggling and writhing like a billion little tongues lapping and working over his cells.

“He tastes delicious,” Stolid rumbled.

That snapped Aksel out of it and he pulled his hand back, the light marks on Ron’s chest still there, the one still bleeding ever so slightly.

“What the hell,” Aksel furrowed his brow.

“What?” the half of his face speaking looking disappointed.

“I’m not into blood,” Aksel huffed.

“But can’t you just taste his virility? He’s in his prime and completely devout. A blood offering isn’t that bad.”

“I’m not into it,” Aksel insisted.

“But don’t you love the way his blood sings against us. Just imagine if it was the blood of someone you hated. What if it was Terry’s blood?”

“Stop!” Aksel shouted, both the thralls pausing. “Not you two, keep going. You’re amazing.”

Even in that brief pause, his balls ached like they were kicked, needing to be emptied. It was a slow climb back up into the pleasure, but at least Aksel’s mind was clear.

“You’re such a killjoy,” Stolid hissed in the buck’s mind.

“It’s just not my thing,” Aksel rolled his eyes, but then closed his left to look out of his white eye. “So this is how you see the world? It’s like x-ray infrared on steroids.”

“Yes, this is how I see your world,” Stolid answered. “I can see into the hearts of man and read their desires. The thing they want most in life.”

“It’s hella cool,” Aksel looked over Ron as he bounced on his cock, the sexy personal trainer a sight to behold. “You gunna work those legs out so you can ride me better?”

“Yes master! Whatever you want!”

“Good doe,” Aksel murred before turning his attention to Stolid, his new eye watching as tendrils of red mist and aura spiraled off the two of his thralls and into the ring hidden beneath the silicone wrapping his hand. “Is that the worship?”

“You know it,” Stolid murred. “It’s slow right now. Only two contributing to it makes it pretty impotent, but you can feel it can’t you? Running up into your bones, slithering through your veins and making you more.”

Aksel only needed to focus inward and he could feel it. It was like cool water trickling into his burning muscles. It coated each cell, messaging them, relaxing and healing them from the rut they put Ken through earlier.

Then Aksel saw something in that ring. It was hidden and far off in the distance, but he could see a woman with a scarf around her head.

“Is that her?” Aksel raised a brow.

“Yes,” Stolid seethed, his claws flexing like a lion ready to strike.

“So that’s why you’re into blood, huh. That mad at her?”

“Wouldn’t you be mad?” Stolid snarled, the stray tendrils of that silicone wriggling angrily. “She intended to get rid of me forever. I only hope she’s still alive so I can sink my claws into her.”

“I mean, if that’s your revenge, I’m not sure I’m down for that.”

“You can’t go back on our deal now, we’re in too deep.” Stolid reasoned. “Not like you’d really notice. I can just take over and keep you in the dark. You won’t know about it until it’s over.”

“Dark man,” Aksel furrowed his brow. “So, what was she like?”

Silence.

“Come on,” Aksel pressed. “You can’t be so cagy about this whole thing. Who was she?”

Stolid was still quiet, the only sound coming from the two thralls working his cock over. Both of them were very quiet until finally Stolid spoke.

“She was a nobody when she found me,” Stolid started, his mind opening up to Aksel. “I was even more so. Lost and without a cause, abandoned so long ago that I couldn’t even remember who put me in this damned ring.”

“So you don’t even know who put you in the ring?”

“I remember that it was a prison of my own making, but that’s all I remember. Do you want to know about her or not?”

“Sorry, go on,” Aksel sighed.

“Her name was Regina,” Stolid spoke her name with a sickening sweetness that soured as soon as it hit the buck’s ears. “She just found me by accident. It was the first time I had tasted the outside world in so long that it felt like I was being reborn from a world of crushing darkness. She cut herself polishing me. I was a simple ring in a wizard’s collection when she cut her finger on my setting.

“She didn’t want much at first, merely to not be afraid of her master. She was the daughter of one of his long dead servant girls so she was more than helpless. We made a pact. It was simple. I give her power and she wouldn’t get rid of me.

_ “Of course she was beaten for taking the ring, but one well-placed flame was all it took to get the wizard to stop. Fire consumed his casting arm, the one with all the binding tattoos, the ones that created invisible chains on his servants and subjugated pets. I think all the rancor his servants had suffused that arm. He certainly used it enough to make it seem like it, but all that rage and anger didn’t burn away, it returned to the hungry eyes of his pets that had been starved of any kindness. He was eaten alive in the matter of minutes. Regina said she had never seen anything so brutal or so beautiful in her life. That’s where her taste for cruelty came from. She didn’t crave violence, but she found it enjoyable. A useful tool._

“The thing is when a tool fits so well in your hand, it’s hard not to use it, and you eventually lean on it. She was the illegitimate daughter of the wizard, so she inherited his estates, meager as they were. Nevertheless, it was a boon to her; she had never slept on a real mattress. You know that feeling when you return home and you lay on your mattress after having been gone for so long. Now imagine you had gone your whole life without one and then laid on it. She had fitted that sheet many a time on her master’s bed, but never had she thought it possible she would claim it as her own.

“It was then that I told her I could do more, that we could be more. She didn’t understand at first, but when she was introduced to high society, I was able to pick out the people she could ally herself with. They were usually people who wanted something from her, but it was easy enough to twist their words and keep them under her heel. She began to realize she could use real power, real magic, that her father’s gift had been passed down to her. She was special, wanted, revered. All it took was a few well-placed words and a little makeup to make them kneel. A rumor here, a secret leveraged there, it was too easy.

_ “It was a common question if she was fit to handle her father’s estates, but it was easy enough with my guidance. Bureaucracies are easy enough to navigate so long as you know who to talk to. I guided her through it all. I tutored her in magic, I taught her high society, I made it clear who she could and couldn’t trust. I made her into her father’s daughter._

“Politics are easy when you can read someone’s mind. Given, her lineage prevented her from going too high, but she made it to the top of where her station would allow. With my guidance and discerning eye, she became more than her life before ever could have been.

“Then I…” Stolid paused, his words hanging in the air as the tendrils gently swayed as though suspended in water. “She found a different ring. A man she could rely on. One that gave her more than I could ever give. A man she could trust. I made sure of that.

“Then she didn’t want anything anymore, she was sated. So she got rid of me.”

“So she left you for another dude,” Aksel sighed. “That’s rough man.”

“I know you can sympathize, Terry and all that, but instead of just passing me off, she put me back in the darkness she saved me from. It was the ultimate betrayal. She could have handled it many different ways, but she chose the cruelest. I guess I taught her that.”

“Way harsh,” Aksel nodded in agreement. “But hey, once we get done with Terry, I can help you with Regina.”

“I know you will, that’s what our deal is,” Stolid said matter of fact.

“No dude, I mean, like, I’ll help you because we got each other’s back. I’d never toss you under the buss like that.”

“Never say never,” Stolid said it humorously, but there was some cynicism tied to that remark.

“What, did Regina teach you that?”

“Yes,” he answered flatly.

“Well, I ain’t Regina,” Aksel smirked. “So you made her a wizard? What kind?”

“She specialized in fire magic,” Stolid replied. “Why? Do you want to be a wizard?”

“It never really crossed my mind,” Aksel shrugged. “I’ve been tested for magical abilities and I was told I didn’t have the stuff.”

Stolid went quiet, thinking while feasting on the worship of his thralls.

“You’ve got to have some sort of magical aptitude if you could make a deal with me. So there must be something in there. Have you given any thought to what you want to do after our deal is done?”

It was Aksel’s time to pause. “I’m not sure. I didn’t really have any plans to begin with.”

“You know I can assist you with almost any career path,” Stolid answered. “Though, you’ll be stuck with me.”

Just as Stolid said that Ron moaned, his clapping cheeks filling the air as he fucked himself harder on Aksel’s dick.

“Oh Shit, I think I can live with that,” Aksel chuckled.

Stolid didn’t say much after that. Aksel might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew when something was on someone’s mind.

“I ain’t going to get rid of you Stolid,” Aksel chuckled and smirked. “You think I’m going to give all this up? Hell nah!”

Stolid’s essence shuddered, but there was a coolness to it. Like he dipped his hand in cool water after being in the sun all day.

“Not that you could control the thralls without me,” Stolid shrugged, the latex creeping ever so slightly further over him.

The rest of the night was spent treating Aksel’s rut, though the buck sensed an ease in how Stolid moved. It was like…he was calmer.

***

“So, I get why we don’t want to reach out to Terry, but why can’t we hit up Ken for round two?” Aksel asked as the climbed the stairs of his apartment building.

“Because it’s nice to let them stew a few days. You know that sour feeling when you’re blowing someone’s phone up and they don’t answer. Now imagine that on top of the fact you sold out your friend? Don’t worry, their rift won’t mend in a couple days and if we rip the scab off before it heals, it’ll leave a permanent scar.”

“Fuck, you’re absolutely devious,” Aksel smirked. He realized he was getting close to the roof, the door within sight. “So why did you want to take me to the roof again?”

“You need a distraction beyond feeding your rut. We celebrated last night, but we got to keep you under control most of the time.”

“I actually feel pretty good. I mean, I got a rager that won’t quit, but I don’t feel like my brain is melting.” Aksel reached the door and pushed it open. It was actually a pretty nice day. Aksel felt the cool November air wash over him, the icy briskness of winter creeping into the wind. Normally he would think it was cold as balls, but with his rut fueled body, it felt like he just walked out of a sauna.

Both Aksel and Stolid took a deep breath through their nose before giving a snort. Jets of steam shot out of his nostrils and formed a temporary fog that was pulled away by the gentle breeze. Each breath created icicles in their lungs, the burning heat in his core soothed by the icy air. A light frost covered everything on the roof, the place a proverbial winter wonderland.

“So,” Aksel smirked, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket, the coat unzipped and exposing his skin tight tank. “What’s my distraction?”

“You know how I asked you what you wanted to do when this was all over?”

“Vaguely, my dick was in some primo bussy, so IDK exactly what you said.”

“Don’t you find it odd that I would ask such a question?”

“I mean…no. You’re just curious.”

“Yeah, but you know what I can do. I see into the hearts of mortals and glean their deepest desires.”

“Oh yeah!” Aksel smirked and bounced on his hooves, much like a human would bounce on their heels. “Why did you ask me? You losing your edge?”

“Hardly,” Stolid rolled their thumb in his pocket as though he were rolling his eyes. “You, Aksel, are a very straight forward man. When you know what you want, you go get it. When you don’t know what you want, you spiral. So having a goal in mind after all this would be a great way to keep you on track, as well as distract you from your growing harem of worshipers.”

“Again, why would I want a distraction from that?” Aksel smirked and chuckled, his breath creating little wisps of mist.

“So you don’t melt your brain into nothing but a rutting mess. My point,” Stolid pulled his hand out of their pocket, the red latex rolling over his hand and up to his shoulder. “Is that if you have a direction, you can follow it. Terry put you in a spiral where you lost everything, so how about we focus more than just one step ahead so you have something you’re working for after you get your revenge.”

“I don’t know,” Aksel pursed his lips.

“Exactly, you don’t know what you want beyond your revenge. Don’t get me wrong, a one-tracked-mind is very easy to please, and I love your lust for vengeance, but you only wanted revenge when you got a taste of it. When you saw what I could do. What WE could do. So how about I show you what you can do, and that might spark more than just your desire for revenge?”

“How so?” Aksel cocked a brow, his curiosity piqued.

“You’re limited in what you can do, but I went poking around in your body, testing a thing or two to find exactly what your attunement would be for magic.”

“You went snooping around my body?” Aksel had an edge to his voice. Stolid simply waived off his concerns.

“Nothing I didn’t have access to before,” Stolid answered. “Besides, you’ll thank me. Lift your left arm.”

“Okay,” Aksel brought his other hand to Stolid, the size difference was almost laughable. It was like he was half the size of what Stolid was. Despite his large form, his right arm didn’t feel heavy. It actually felt lighter than his other one as though it were floating in water.

“This will sting a bit, but I’m going to make a rune.”

“Stolid, I’ve already been tested for magic. They said I don’t got the stuff.”

“And I’m telling you that you have to have some sort of magic attunement in order for us to make a deal with each other. So I know you have it in you.”

“Seriously, this is a waste of time.”

“Hey, if it doesn’t work, then no harm no foul. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”

“I…” Aksel’s shoulders slumped. “Are you fucking with me? I know you’ve been digging around in my skull. It took me a long time to get over the fact I couldn’t cast magic, and I really don’t want to put faith in that when…well…”

“You don’t want to be let down again?”

“Yeah…” Aksel sighed. There was a pause as they stood there in silence before Stolid started to move. He gently took Aksel’s hand in his, his razor thumb gently brushing over the buck’s wrist.

“Listen,” Stolid was very gentle with how he spoke. “Last night you told me to trust you, so I am. I need you to trust me now. I can do so much more with you than just get petty revenge. With my help, I could make you into one of the most powerful and influential people in the world. We’re in this together, right?”

Aksel felt Stolid’s thumb waiver on that last word. The calmness in him was fading, there was a tension building there. Aksel let out a soft sigh.

“Okay, yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well, if I get the rune wrong, I could blow up your hand.”

“The fuck dude!”

“I’m just joking!” Stolid’s tension melted away, it almost became humorous. He was excited. “Sort of. I can regenerate your arm if it blew up though.”

“Wait,” Aksel was going to call it off, but that caught his attention, his brow softening. “You can regenerate my arm?”

“Aksel, I turned you into a buck. You think I can’t regenerate a limb or two?”

“I…I never really gave it much thought.”

“Well, I can, at the expense of some of my own size. So let’s try not to do that if we can avoid it.”

“I mean, YEAH!” Aksel nodded, emphasizing the point he didn’t want to blow up his own limbs.

“So can I draw the rune now?”

“Yeah, just make it quick,” Aksel lifted his hand to Stolid and looked away. It was like he was getting a shot. He didn’t want to see it.

“I’ll be quick,” Stolid reassured him, some of his essence crawling over his shoulder and back like a comforting hand.

Aksel stood there, eyes wedged shut. The big buck looked ridiculous. Like a toddler at a clinic getting his shots.

Then a stinging pain ripped over his palm. It caused a memory to flash back when he had dropped a knife and caught it midair by the blade.

“Fuck!” Aksel took his hand back and he looked at his palm, the thing was a bloody mess. Deep gouges had been sliced all over it. Paper cut stings and gouging cuts covered his palm. He couldn’t even move his fingers, they twitched as though they wanted to move, but then were shocked into paralysis by the pain. “What the FUCK Stolid!”

“I said it was going to sting,” Stolid’s essence recoiled back into its ring as Aksel took control of his hand again.

The buck gripped his wrist, the bloody palm dripping onto the ground as he huffed and seethed. But as he gripped his wrist, he noticed brighter red blood oozing to the surface.

“Fuck, did you hit an artery?” Aksel’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, quit winning you little baby,” Stolid’s voice chided him. Then the brighter red liquid formed tendrils. It was Stolid’s red latex. It lashed out and sewed the wounds together. The stinging pain immediately vanished as his palm scared over with the rune on his hand. The latex sank back into his flesh leaving his fully healed hand.

“Shit Stolid, that fucking hurt,” Aksel turned his hand over a few times to inspect it, but he wasn’t bleeding anymore. The only blood that was left was what came out initially. Now a very prominent scar was etched into his palm. A rune encircled with other lines and slashes.

“You done?” Stolid asked as he welled up over his other hand again.

“Wait, I thought you couldn’t hurt me?” Aksel’s brow furrowed as he clenched his other hand into a fist, the new bumps of the scars brushing against his fingers.

“You gave me permission to place the rune on you. Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious about your abilities?”

Aksel’s focus was brought back to the reason why that rune was etched into his palm. He opened his fist and looked over the mix of runes. It was slashing marks with elegant lines woven in. How Stolid managed to etch it so quick was a marvel.

“I work fast,” Stolid brought his claws to the rune. “Just give me a minute to inspect it to be sure it was done right.”

“Wait, do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course, but when you do a fast job like that sometimes some lines get crossed.”

“Can’t I just test it out?”

“You know the conversation we had about losing an arm?”

“Oh yeah…I mean, check your work,” Aksel looked away, not wanting to see if he sliced any further.

“Quit your squeamishness. It’s all good. I left out more complicated additives we can put in later, but for now, I think we’re exactly where we want to be.”

“Okay, what do I do now?”

“Well, there is one thing about you that is true. Your body can’t channel mana properly.”

“What does that mean?”

“You have mana in your body, but it’s limited to basic functions. Mana is the basis of life in this world and flows through all things, but it’s so abundant that it can be stored or channeled. In your case, you have the right machinery, but they left out the fuel tank when constructing you.”

“So I can’t cast stuff and you just wanted to cut me?” Aksel raised a brow, but even he didn’t believe it when he said it.

“You can cast, you just got no fuel source. But I can act as one for you.”

“How so?” Aksel’s heart started to beat faster.

“Feel where my ring is?” Stolid started and Aksel flexed his fist in Stolid’s essence, the latex hand obeying him. “Focus on that and imagine energy flowing from there, up your arm, to your shoulder, through your heart, and down your other arm.”

“I…um…just imagine it?”

“You’re not very imaginative, are you?”

“I’m plenty imaginative!”

“Here, how about this,” Stolid’s latex rolled over more of his body, curling over his face and covering his one eye again. “Now, close your other eye and look at the ring on your finger.”

Aksel did as he was told and he could actually see his body beneath the latex. He could see the muscle and sinew, bones and veins in his arm like some living x-ray. He could also see the inner workings of Stolid’s latex. It was like looking at white static, but made of worms writhing around his arm. He had no idea Stolid moved so much under the surface. But there on his hand, the ring was a glowing red sphere of coiling energy.

“Now,” Stolid started. “Imagine that energy rolling up your arm.”

It started happening before Aksel knew it. It was a subtle feeling, but visually, that red maelstrom on his hand leaked tendrils of red power up his arm. It coiled up his veins and ran up into his arm.

“Good, now up your shoulder and into your heart. You’ll have to focus because there is a lot of energy that flows through your heart. You can’t lose focus or you’ll lose the energy.”

Aksel did as he was told, the energy flowing up his elbow, but then he saw his heart. It was…beautiful and gross at the same time. He could see every muscle and sinew in action. Every valve pumping blood. The striations of his heart looked like they were holding back a green flame. The tendons and ventricles were black, like some sludge like goo that solidified into its function.

“Is that my heart?”

“I’ll teach you how to read the flames on the inside at some point, but just focus. You’re already losing the energy.”

Aksel did the equivalent of fumbling with energy, the coil of red mana fizzling out before he refocused the threads and pushed it into his heart.

“Don’t force it. Relax,” Stolid instructed.

Aksel felt the tension in his chest ease as Stolid guided him. The power then shot up his heart and spiraled into several directions. Like watching a cotton candy maker go haywire.

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, the heart is a great amplifier. Yours doesn’t work so well in that regard, but it still can push energy along. You just got to focus.”

It took a second for Aksel to regain his composure and have his heart propel the energy forward into his other shoulder and down into his other hand. That’s when the subtleness of the energy ended. This time, he felt like his palm was made of conflicting magnets. The energy coiled in those runes and took shape.

Then a little pop happened, like a little fire cracker going off. Aksel jumped, his eyes going wide.

“Did…Did I do that?”

“You did,” Stolid’s essence writhed with pride. “Now, try and remember that feeling and focus on this.”

Stolid’s essence curled off him like a tentacle, gripping a discarded beer bottle that someone left on the roof. He lined it up on the edge of the roof.

“Now,” Stolid instructed. “Try and project that power forward onto that bottle.”

“Okay,” Aksel focused, looking at that coiled red energy and moved it from one palm to the other. “Do I point or.”

“Focus! You’re holding a loaded gun.”

Just as stolid said that a series of pops lashed off his palm like a string of fire crackers going off. The spell fizzled out before it could do anything else.

“Sorry, that was my fault. I should have told you how to aim first.” Stolid braced himself. “Hold your palm out in the direction of the bottle and keep your eyes on it. Then flex your fingers like you’re trying to claw something.”

Aksel nodded before raising his hand, not looking at his energy this time as he felt the power coil in his palm. He focused on the bottle and when he felt he was ready, he flexed his fingers.

The bottle exploded. A burst of flame and a corresponding cloud popped as static rolled inside it, the glass splintering and bursting out. The glass shards bounced on the roof harmlessly and salted the ground below.

“Holy shit,” Aksel blinked. “Did I just do that?”

“Yeah,” Stolid’s essence did that pat on the back thing again. “I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, but Aksel.” Stolid’s next words had a venomous pride to it, as if spoken through the fangs of a snake. “You’re a combustion mage.”

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