The union

Gal pulled Shukal-Du away from the group. No one intended to stop it. In his view, they were now part of a sacred union in which each had his role. It was evident that that creature whom no one knew how to classify or understand was now the property of that male whose spirit was tempered by his own sagacity, which balanced the strength of his passion. He was the one who would mark the Dam’s path, who would provide and protect. The Dam-Arad’s part was to heal, care, adore, and be available to the appetites of the Dam-Nir.

Both had accepted that new reality, a commitment without words that became more valuable in the silence of acceptance.

The hunter dragged his toy to some trees that gave them privacy. He then began passing his fingertips over the soft skin that offered itself selflessly. He seemed to admire coldly what was already his. There was no flattery in his caresses. He did not ask permission, nor did he believe he needed it. A being like him did not need to ask permission. The world was his.

Suddenly, that almost hermaphroditic being felt shame, modesty. Something he had not felt for a long time. The men who had systematically abused his body had taken it from him along with his innocence. Something in that presence, in that intimacy, made him remember that there was still virgin territory inside him. He understood, in his primitive instinct, that what that man sought went far beyond mere physical surrender. He sought to possess more than his flesh, to penetrate him in a new, different way. He understood that that man had in his strong hands the possibility of destroying him, but that he would not do it.

Understanding this made him feel truly exposed, unprotected, vulnerable. Without thinking, unable to help it, he covered his breasts and his small clitoris with his hands, crouching as if begging that invasion that consumed him to stop.

In a violent gesture, Gal gripped the sexless one’s arms hard and pulled them apart, exposing him again, without words, but with a guttural sound that expressed in sound his frustration at the challenge.

Unable to help it, almost despite himself, Shukal-Du covered himself again and turned, trying to move away from his captor, leaving a sharp, almost soundless moan in the air.

This noise seemed to ignite the alpha’s wrath, for whom that attitude was unacceptable. He had chosen him. He belonged to him. He knew it was a shared desire. There was no other option.

He grabbed him by the hair and made him step back until his head was almost against his right pectoral, making eye contact between the icy warmth of the dominant one’s amber eyes and Shukal-Du’s submissive gaze. Without abandoning that posture, Gal began groping the breasts that no longer resisted the crude touching. He did it roughly, with the intention of making clear that the decision of when, where, and how would always be his. He enjoyed touching, pinching, pressing the soft b...