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Nan tugs on his hair, tilting Mao's head back, forcing him to look upwards and allow his throat to be one long and straight line. Nan can have much more room to shove his dick down into his claimed captive in this position.

The thrusting member bulges Mao's neck with each thrust, showing just how deep inside it is that Nan's assault goes. It is the way of such things, and that supreme feeling of fullness in his head starts to make Mao's mind swim.

It was that, and of course, the lack of air, as the member shoves its way so far down into him, it blocks off the airway. Mao shakes, his eyes tearing up as thoughts of the honor bestowed upon him at this moment.

Many disputes like this one end in a less savory way--when the two warriors do not respect each other and only wish to destroy and conquer. This happens more often than the people would like to admit, but Mao knew that the moment he first met Nan, one of them would bestow this honor upon the other.

And in this moment, where he finds his body fighting for air, he stares up with glassy eyes at his lover and is happy that Nan has agreed to honor the agreement of their lives.

Mao's own cock twitches and oozes in anticipation. At the same time, the pre slinks down his insides, lubing up his esophagus in such a delightful way. He pushes his hips and tries to make himself the perfect hole for his conquerer, but his actions can only go so long. His heart beats faster, and his mind panics, and all the while, he stares up at the face of the one sentencing him and finds his peace as his eyesight begins to fade.

As the connection wanes, Nan groans. He keeps his own gaze open so that he and Mao will connect, even in this last moment. He shoves his hips right up against his defeated opponent, letting out a long and yowling groan as he shoots his load into Mao's stomach.

At the same time, Mao erupts, splurting all over Nan's leg, filling him with warmth in the last throes of life before his body falls limp in his lover's grasp.

Nan pulls the face away, and he gets down upon his knees, kissing the still-warm, yet lifeless, body.

With this, the pact is sealed, and the prosperity of his people is assured. "Wait for me, my love," he whispers, laying Mao's body gently upon the soft grass before he returns to his people with the news.

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The various beautiful men of the tribes cavort and play in the ethereal fields, their scarcity over, their worries gone. There comes another beautiful boy in the bright flash of light, shuddering with excitement.

A clowder approaches him, bright-eyed and asking him everything.

"How is Nan? Is he well?"

The young man sighs and places his hands upon his cheeks. "He's a rugged and handsome man, indeed. I had no hope of beating him, but yet... he's so perfect. I can't wait to see him again!"

A chuckle comes from the back of the group, and there stands Mao, arms folded over his chest. "Well, newbie, they'll show you around, but I think that you'll not have to wait long."

The rest of the defeated look over towards the first, their eyes wide. Mao places a hand upon his chest, sighing. "He's lived a long life, but all heroes must pass into legend one day. I've waited decades for that day."

"And you don't have to wait any longer."

The newcomer, all the middle conquered, and Mao all whirl around. Nan is standing before them, not a day older than when he first defeated Mao all those years ago. "Congratulations, kid," Nan jokes, patting the newcomer on the shoulder. "All that excitement was finally too much for my heart."

"Y... you're beautiful," the newest in his harem says, purring, but he passes him and all the rest.

He remembers his matches with them, adding them to his collection as more ritual combats were given. Each one was merely a formality of things. He stops in front of Mao, placing his hands upon the first's shoulders, and leans in, kissing him deeply.

"I've missed you..." he whispers, pulling his lips from Mao, his arms trembling. "There were times where I couldn't bear to be in a world without you. I almost..."

Mao places his finger upon Nan's lip, then nuzzles against him. "But I'm glad you didn't. You've built yourself quite a reward here, and I'm happy that you've come at last. Let the living have that world--together, we have our own, where we can have each other, forever and ever...."