Unfortunately, it was already quickly approaching darkness. Perhaps the bull man had some food?
Exiled to the Unknown (Carolinia)
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"Hmph. Nope. Scratch that." Frederic promptly yawned, pivoting 180 degrees on the balls of his feet before marching right back into the cozy confines of the cave. "Hey Byron, I really hate to be a bother, but is there any way I could borrow food from you tonight and reimburse you somehow later?"
He taps his chin, before walk back into the cave. He comes out a while later with what appears to be some csliced, caramelized apples, and hands a few to him.
Frederic's eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of the snack. It wasn't what he expected, to be sure, but he gratefully took the slices as they were offered to him with a childlike giddiness nonetheless. "Thank you so much. I'm starved." He said, popping the first into his mouth without a second thought and crunching away.
The slice practically melts in his mouth, filling it with that sweet sugary goodness of caramel, and the soft crunch of the apple.
"Good? I make it myself." The bull says, grinning.
"Good? I make it myself." The bull says, grinning.
"Mmph. Sho goold." Frederic slurred. Being wholly oblivious to the grin, he eagerly swallowed down the mouthwatering apple in his haste to eat another, before stopping in between bites to take the time to speak. "Delicious, like I said. How do you make this kind of stuff yourself, buddy? It's amazing!"
He shrugs. "Small fire. Flat rocks. One pan. Easy to do." He says, grinning. "Sugar is little hard. Need to milk succubus and extract sugar from milk." He says, scratching his chin.
"Succubus? What is... I think I've actually heard of those. Demon ladies that use charm and allure to get your soul, is that right? And what is it with everyone around here and the idea of milking? Let me guess, something about the factory I've heard so much about, am I right?" Frederic popped another slice in his mouth, taking the time to savor its sticky sweet flavor
"Yes. Succubus is demon lady. They like to give milk. It corrupts you. Turn you into... Them." He says, unable to find a better way to put it. "Factory... They need cum. To... Corrupt land." He mutters, frowning a little. It seemed he wasn't sure he should be saying all this.
"That's... interesting." Frederic murmured, unsure how to respond to the surprising information. "If I'm being honest, I came here to the mountains to find the factory, but if that's what they do, then I'm not sure I should really go knocking on their front door when I search for it tomorrow. What do they even get out of corrupting people?"
He shrugs. "Power. I do not know how. But... The more corrupted the land gets... The more powerful they get." He says, scratching his head again.
Without even a single waver in his poker face, Frederic tilted his head as well. "It's good to know how powerful they are in case I actually run into this place. Sounds pretty dangerous to me, and if they're winning, I'd better be prepared before knocking on their front door."
"Ah. Yes, they are quite powerful. And very hard to fight. And don't ever have sex with them. You will not stop. You will fuck or get fucked till you fall unconscious. Then... They take you. Make you one of them." He murmurs.
"Sounds scary." Frederic nodded in respectful agreement, before hastening to change the subject. "Speaking of falling unconscious, I'd say it's starting to get pretty late. Do I just pick a corner of the cave and call it mine, or are there somehow beds in here that aren't made of rock?"
"Well... Erm... There's only one bed, so if you want to share...?" He says, grinning sheepishly and scratching the back of his neck.
Frederic stared at him with his arms crossed, a fake scowl burning on his usually-chipper face. A few seconds later and he couldn't take it, breaking out into a big grin as he stood and bopped Byron on the nose. "Should've gotten all of that shyness out of your system before you knocked me up. No chance for reservations now, mister. We're sharing a bed til you can manage to get rid of me." He teased.
He chuckles and stands, before looking at Zack. "What about him? Leave him there?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmmm... He's an imp. Do you really want to be nice? They always rape." He says, frowning at Zack.
"He doesn't look like such an imp anymore, now does he? Maybe a little bit of kindness might be a start in turning him over onto our side. I don't usually sleep with a pillow anyways, so you could give him mine, but hey, it's your house, your rules."
"Hmm.... I don't like imps hanging around in my house, but... They do not mess with us, so... I think..." He sighs. "Fine. He can sleep on floor." He mutters, turning around and walking to the back of the cave. His animal scent wafts past as he goes, setting Frederick's nostrils ablaze. To think... He'd have to sleep right on the bed next to him... Would he even be able to control himself?
Frederic suppressed a smile when considering the ridiculous situation, almost reeling from the potent whiff, yet still ending up amused despite himself. A quick masturbation session before falling asleep might be nice, and it would certainly be exciting to try and pull it off without getting caught. Obediently, he followed along, already damp with arousal as Byron took the lead.
The bull man leads them to the back of the cave, where she sees a crude straw bed, probably made by his own hands. He sits down on it, tossing one pillow to the floor for Zack's use. Then, he lies down, pulling the covers open for Frederick to join him.
Frederic happily took the invitation, promptly inserting himself into the cozy, albeit quaint bed in anticipation for the largest big spoon he'd ever had the chance to sleep with. The pungent musk tickled his nose and stoked his lust, but he'd bide his time until Byron was asleep.
Byron tosses the covers over him, before snuggling closer, and pressing that furry, muscular body against his back. The smell was even stronger now, with his dick brushing against his ass every time he moved.
Frederic couldn't help himself from snuggling tighter into Byron's hold, staving off the mountain chill, and only pressing himself closer in towards that delightful musk. Slowly, insistently, his fingers brushed down his legs, settling carefully between them as he brushed a finger over his clit.
Byron seems not to notice what he's doing, but Frederick does feel the bull man's cock twitch slightly from the mere close contact of their bodies.
After feeling the twitch of the cock sandwiched against his ass, Frederic knew that the opportunity to masturbate was too good to pass up. Ever so gently, so as to not wake his host, he tensed the cheeks of his butt around the girthy rod, before untensing to the same, slow rhythm with which he began fingering his eager snatch. From their earlier session, his cum slick hole was absolutely gaping, and he massaged the puffy walls tenderly while swiping his index finger across his clit.