"Do you even know where you're going?"
Sarah looked down at the odd traveling companion fate had chosen for you, the one who she had so recently deemed as a friend, Hoggle. She still couldn't figured out what kind of fae the Labyrinth's gatekeeper was, but he was definitely of the curmudgeon variety.
"Well no…" Sarah admitted to be answered with a snort of disgust from Hoggle. She pulled a face, but chose to ignore it. "…but we do seem to be getting closer to the castle."
"Oh, that's reassuring." Hoggle grumbled.
Gesturing to the structure as if to prove her point, Sarah bit back a sigh at how far off her destination seemed to be in the distance. She had not misspoken though. With every danger survived and hardship overcome, they did seem to be nearing the Goblin King's castle. For not having any sort of map or guide(Hoggle hardly counted seeing that he kept trying to run off), they were doing pretty well. At the very least, they appeared to be traveling in the right direction.
"I don't hear you coming up with anything." Sarah pointed out as she looked about at their surroundings. "If there was just someone around here we could ask for directions."
The young girl and the gate keeper were presently walking through a large grouping of meadows. The maze of it was formed by rolling hills covered in lush grass in shades of sunlit emeralds, gentle dips of streams that cut through the land, and clusters of trees that provided cool islands of shade. It was lovely and yet so strangely peaceful as well, giving the impression that nothing bad could ever happen here. Sarah found herself wishing that all of the Labyrinth could be like this.
"Yes, cause everyone we've run into has been so helpful." Hoggle rolled his eyes, recalling the ramblings of the Wise Man and his strange hat.
"I ran into you, and you've been very helpful so I'll keep my mind open to the possibility of making new friends." Sarah smiled down at him, making the fae scowl up at her even as he fidgeted with a blush.
"Only because you have my property." Hoggle protested weakly, casting a look at Sarah's belt where his forcefully borrowed pouch of jewels was clipped to her belt. He still wasn't used to anyone referring to him as a friend. It was a strange thing to be labeled, carrying a certain weight to it. Hoggle wasn't sure if he liked the fit of it upon his person, though it felt warm and cozy at times.
Before Sarah could respond, a figure appeared on a nearby rolling peak as if in answer to her wish. It did not stay there or alone for long, several other somethings emerging from over the particularly high hill to dash down its grassy waves of green. On swift hooves, fauns ran and tumbled about with one another, making Sarah gasp in delight. The teenager recognized what the dancers of grass and wind were, the image of fauns quite recognizable from their myths and legends. She had just never expected them to be so beautiful or graceful.
There were eight in all, prancing about and chasing after breezes that seemed to be intentionally taunting them. The herd was led by a dusky skinned pair with bright silver fur that glittered and sparkled like spun metal in the sunlight. For the most part, the fauns were slender and lithe, being made for flight and fancy with delicate features and toned limbs. They wore no clothing of any intentional design, their bodies only adorned with what amused them at the time.
The female fauns mostly wore crowns of wildflowers in their hair, kept in place by their little goat horns, and shiny bits of metal cleverly made into jewelry to accent their fragile looking wrists, necks, and waists. The male fauns wore flower crowns as well, but with clusters of grapes woven into the headpieces, the fruit twisted around their slightly larger horns. All the fauns wore a small satchel of some sort, the pouches made of woven grass and grape vines. Pipes made of reeds could be seen hanging from the satchels, well within easy reach though none of the instruments were being played at the moment.
"They're beautiful." Sarah said with a touch of awe to receive a filthy look from Hoggle.
"They're idiots." Hoggle snapped, his disgust for the fauns and Sarah's infatuation for them obvious. She had been the same way with the fairies until one had bitten some sense into her. If they were not careful, fauns could do more than that, though they were more prone to mischief than any kind of violence. "You don't want to talk to them."
"Why not? They might know the way out." Sarah pointed out. She felt like she had to at least try. Everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt, and anyway, Hoggle didn't seem to like anyone they met.
"The only way they know for sure is the way straight into the bottom of a wine bottle. They won't tell you nothing." Hoggle explained without really doing so as was the way of his kind.
"That's your opinion." Sarah said, striding forward. The movement caught the fauns' attentions, the quick creatures all coming to a standstill to watch the young girl approach them.
"It's common knowledge." Hoggle spat out. He didn't bother to hide his groan of growing despair as he ran after Sarah, the human having longer legs than him.
"Greetings, travelers!" the leader of the herd hailed them in a deep booming voice, the fauns snapping out of their stillness of caution to bound up to them. Hoggle tried not to flinch and failed at that while Sarah broke out into a grin.
"Um, greetings!" Sarah smiled back. The way the fauns milled about her reminded the young girl of being at a petting zoo. Like a lot of denizens who lived in the Labyrinth, the fauns were not shy. Sarah found multiple hands instantly upon her, gently touching her hair clothing, and plucking at her clothing and jewelry.
"Get off!" Hoggle yelled as he flailed about and around Sarah. He made all the fauns skitter back as he kicked up his feet and waved his stubby arms.
"Be nice." Sarah told him as she caught the short fae by his shoulders to make him stop. The fauns certainly didn't look dangerous, but as Sarah was learning, appearances weren't everything in this strange place of other. She still didn't want to insult the fauns though, or come off as unfriendly.
"Hello. I'm Sarah, and this is Hoggle. We are trying to get to the castle…" Sarah began.
"What castle?" a young female faun with auburn hair and doll like blue eyes interrupted. Sarah stared back at her in surprise.
"The Goblin King's castle. The one that's right there, behind you off in the distance." Sarah said, pointing to the obviously there structure. The fauns looked over their shoulders at it to gawk like they were seeing it for the first time.
"Ohhhhh….that thing." the same faun answered in such a manner Sarah began to get a sinking feeling in her belly. Hoggle's snickering didn't help alleviate the sensation.
"Yes, that thing. I'm trying to get to it. Do you know the way?" Sarah asked with a lingering note of hope in her voice. "I'm trying to get my brother back from the Goblin King."
"That's horrible! Didn't the king pay for him?!" a dark haired faun lamented, her countenance lovely and kind. She was closely accompanied by the younger faun with the auburn hair. Sarah wondered if they were related.
"No! What?!" Sarah said confused and a touch horrified. "No, he took him!"
Which was mostly true. Sarah didn't feel the need to go into detail that she had wished her baby half-brother Toby to be taken by the Goblin King Jareth, or that the Goblin King was madly in love with her. Or that Jareth had offered her a way to get the baby back by solving the Labyrinth, but she was working against a clock that seemed to tell time by its own rules.
"Technically you asked him to." Hoggle bluntly pointed out, who had no such qualms.
"Not helping." Sarah said, shooting him a glare. She almost gave into the urge to stomp her foot.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." the dark haired faun told her benevolently. "You can stay here with us."
"A fine idea! We shall throw a feast for our new guests!" the herd's dark skinned leader declared to a round of cheering from the fauns.
"B-but I can't stay here. I have to get my brother back." Sarah sputtered out to cast down a bewildered look to Hoggle who shrugged.
"I told you so." Hoggle snorted, who decided not to be of any help. Sarah had made her decision, and now it was up to her to figure out how to deal with it. He wasn't feeling too particularly generous at the moment either.
"Look, that is very kind of you and I would if I could, but I have to get to the castle." Sarah firmly interrupted the impromptu celebration to the sounds of disappointment from the fauns. "If any of you know the way…"
"Do you have any wine?" a bearded male faun interrupted her, fauns obviously not well acquainted with the finer points of polite conversation.
"Yeah! Any wine!?" the sentiment was echoed by an older faun, his face filled with laugh lines and held a cheer about it that made his eyes sparkle.
"Beer would be nice too." the dark haired faun added, looking hopefully at Sarah.
"No! I don't have any beer or wine or anything! Do any of you know where I should go?!" Sarah said, beginning to lose her temper. She only had so much time, and the fauns were wasting it by being silly creatures.
"You could go to the whispering streams and take a nap." the dark haired faun suggested, her tone worried but sincere. Sarah felt like screaming.
"You could go play with the fairies." the young faun with the auburn hair added. Hoggle spat on the ground in disgust, barely missing her hoof.
"You could dance." their silver furred leader intoned, all the fauns breaking out into grins at the thought, their slender fingers edging toward their pipes.
"Told you." Hoggle said with a sigh even as he started to edge away from the fauns. Pointing it out again didn't feel like a victory though, not when there was a chance that they would be made to dance. The pan flute music of the fauns was famous for making one lose themselves in the melody, the weak willed becoming nothing more than puppets with their strings attached to the notes. Fauns may not be vicious or fierce creatures, but one could die from dancing if the fauns were to forget about them in the midst of their revelries.
"I heard you the first time." Sarah gritted out before pasting a fake smile on her face. Hoggle was fumbling for her hand, finding her sleeve instead to start tugging at it.
"That sounds all very nice, but we've got to be going now." Sarah said in cheerfully false tones as she navigated her way through the herd. Hoggle followed closely behind her as he kept a tight grip on her clothing.
"You could try the woods." were words that gave Sarah and Hoggle reason enough to pause in their escape, bringing them up short mid-step. The suggestion came from a rail thin faun with striking bright red hair and fur. She had large blue eyes that made her appear delicate yet sharp, like a blade made of glass. "There are paths there that lead elsewhere."
"Thank you." Sarah said in relief. "Finally, a reasonable answer."
"You mean those woods?" Hoggle asked in dismay, thumbing Sarah's attention over to a black forest that bordered the meadow like a wall of moving dark. It was like wound that ran flush to this sun filled place, a festered mark that promised only danger to those who dared to enter it.
"That doesn't look like any stroll I want to take." Hoggle voiced what Sarah was thinking, the girl silently nodding agreement.
"Oh it's protected, I assure you." the red faun told them, titling her head to hide a sly smile.
"Protected by what?" Hoggle had the sense to ask, arching a brow at the red faun.
"Or don't." the red faun said instead of answering the gatekeeper's question. "It's the only way out of the meadows though."
"That doesn't leave us with a lot of options." Sarah sighed, already walking toward the forest. Hoggle grabbed her hand to bring the girl up short.
"We could just go back the way we came." he pointed out with a hopeful look on his craggy face.
"I can't go back. I only have time to move forward." Sarah told him. The clock was ticking, her sand running out in hourglasses Jareth manipulated. Backtracking would not only kill her momentum, but also any chance she had of getting Toby back. The woods were just a risk she would have to be willing to take.
"Into certain death?" Hoggle hated to be the voice of reason, but Jareth had given him his orders. Hoggle's instructions were to hinder, not harm. The Goblin King wanted Sarah to give up and give in to him, not die trying to complete this fool's quest.
"We've faced certain death before and have been fine." Sarah said as she put on her brave face. Pulling her hand free, Sarah started walking toward the forest again with intent and purpose.
"Fine? I beginning to think you don't know the meaning of that word." Hoggle grumbled as he trudged after her.
"You don't have to come with me if you're scared." Sarah offered gently as the woods began to loom over them. The shadows of the place seemed to be rising up to meet them and bid them entry
"I'm not scared!" Hoggle snapped, puffing his chest out. "Anyway, I have an interest in keeping my property safe. Where it goes, I go."
"Alright then." Sarah smiled, offering her hand to the fae who took it reluctantly but still took it none the less.
"C'mon feet." Sarah told them both as they made their way to the woods, the fauns bearing witness to the traveler's folly.
"Do you think they'll get eaten?" the faun known as Abigail asked her peer, Alana, her tone wistful. The older faun smiled at her, running her hand through long auburn hair to start braiding it.
"Maybe. Maybe not." Alana shrugged, her touches soothing as she pinned up Abigail's hair with tiny yellow wildflowers that sparkled like gold.
"I wish they'd had wine." Brian sighed. He picked up his pipes to play a quick tune about them. Some wind danced in answer to it.
"Yeah." Jimmy echoed the sentiment, joining in with his own pipes for a moment before losing interest in teasing breezes. "Oh well."
"Did they really deserve to be told about the woods?" Bella asked the herd, giving Freddie a sharp look. Sometimes the red faun overstepped her bounds and the herd's hierarchy with her mischief.
"Does it really matter? Anyway, I'm curious to see if they run into Will along the way." Freddie smiled, the expression so innocent it was wicked.
"I've been wondering about that myself." Jack sighed, his face line with worry. The strangest member of their herd had been seen entering and exiting the woods recently, something that no creature should have been able to do and live to sneak about it again. That and Will felt the need to hide his activities. It wasn't normal.
"I didn't like the little one." Abigail said as she returned the favor. She twisted Alana's dark tresses with blue blossoms that chimed whenever the faun moved. "He was mean, calling us idiots." All the fauns had heard that, the wind carrying in everything to them, even words. There were no secrets kept from friends of the wind.
"And turning down our feast." Brian grumped. They were still going to throw one, of course…for reasons. It was just more fun with new company because fauns loved to make long toasts. It was their form of poetry.
Linking arms with his mate Bella, Jack shrugged, losing all interest in the travelers. "I don't think we'll have to worry about either of them for much longer. The Ripper will see to that."
OoOoO
The woods were dark and deep, but far from lovely. Sarah and Hoggle huddled together as closely as they could and still be able to walk, very carefully not touching any of the trees.
What could have passed for redwoods in enormous size and width were spared from any human standards of normalcy by being covered with dark bark in shades of violet and plum. That and the trees were covered in eyes from root to branch, the orbs fluttering open every once in while to sleepily gaze at the travelers before nodding off again. It wouldn't have been so bad if the eyes hadn't looked so human, a latent intelligence slumbering there behind closed lids.
No light managed to passed through the high evergreen canopy overhead, the flora's leaves holding the look and feel of heavy velvet and were a strange shade of green. The color was so saturated it could have been mistaken for black, absorbing everything the sun had to offer to let none of it in.
The only sources of light that could be found came from moss that grew in clumps on the trees, casting just enough icy blue light to make the shadows seemed razor sharp and more opaque than they had any right to be. Wandering mists of lost foxfire shed emotes of gold and green inconsistently in its meandering, revealing things moving in the dark all around them. They could see shifts in shade and scurry of shadow from the corner of their eyes, lurking there right at the edges of perception, yet could find no evidence of any birds or small woodland creatures that might dwell there.
The most disconcerted thing about the forest though was its stillness. That no breeze ran through it. The movement of air through the woods came only from the trees' breathing, and that bothered Sarah on a level she never knew she had. She knew as assuredly as she knew her own name that they did not want to wake this wood up for any reason.
The red faun had been right about one thing. There were paths here, clear trails that wound their way through the woods. When they occurred, the crossroads were marked with dilapidated signage, though Sarah couldn't read it. The writing so faded and worn even Hoggle had trouble making out what the markers said.
"You and your ideas." Hoggle muttered as he considered another signpost with squinted eyes. They stood at another crossroads of sorts, three separate paths blossomed from the one they stood on.
"It doesn't seem so bad…" Sarah started to say, her words sounding flat even to her.
"It was the only way." Sarah amended instead, whispering back. Her own brow furrowed as she tried to make heads or tails out of the crooked posts. "I think we should go left."
"Why do you think that?" Hoggle asked, finally looking away from written misdirection to give her a strange look.
"Because the adventure begins when you go left." Sarah told him in all certainty.
"All the more reason to go to the right or straight. I've had enough adventure for a lifetime." Hoggle grunted, considering the other two paths. They all looked the same to him.
"It hasn't been all bad." Sarah said. "We escaped the Cleaners and the Oubliette together."
"It's hasn't been all good either. We had to escape the Cleaners and the Oubliette together. Have you looked around at where we are?" Hoggle sighed, waving his hands about at the woods.
"We just have to careful not to wake the trees." Sarah said thoughtfully, trying to remember any fairy tale or legend that might help them here. Nothing useful came to mind, and what did only scared her, big bad wolves creeping in upon thought and monsters lurking in memory.
"It's not the trees I'm worried about. Have you already forgotten what the faun said about this wood being protected?" Hoggle growled. Humans seemed to be terribly short sighted.
"By what?" Sarah asked, swallowing down fear that was beginning to dry out her mouth.
"Never mind that. The question you should be asking yourself is- are the trees being protected, or are the trees protecting other beings? Nothing is as it appears to be here in the Labyrinth. I have the bad feeling that we have just entered a cage." Hoggle intoned, kicking the useless sign post to watch it fall over with a protesting groan.
"But it's a forest. You can just walk in and out of a forest." Sarah said, stating that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh can you? Your world must be a simple thing to be able to do that." Hoggle said, giving the girl a sideways look.
"Shhhhh…." Sarah hushed, her head jerking up to face a patch of dark she could have sworn just moved. "Be quiet…I think something is following us."
"I know. It's been with us for a while now." Hoggle sighed. He had thought it was obvious.
"Jareth! Is that you?! Show yourself! I'm not frightened." Sarah called out to the fake night.
"What are you doing?!" Hoggle forgetting about the slumbering woods long enough to yell at her. Things shifted in the gloom. Hoggle hoped it was only the trees stirring.
"I'm tired of his games. Jareth's a bully and the easiest way to win against a bully is to face them." Sarah said with a confidence Hoggle did not feel.
"Or run away. I prefer to do that." Hoggle was quick to offer up.
"Be brave, Hoggle." Sarah said, her bravado enough to make Hoggle cringe even as he admired her for it.
"I would rather to be alive." Hoggle sighed, his eyes dancing from shadow to shadow wondering what was planning to attack them.
"Jareth!" Sarah called again to the dark to have a tall figure emerge from it. Sarah smiled in victory at Hoggle. The expression was short lived though as the figure moved forward into their limited light. Revealed, it was obviously not the Goblin King. For a moment, Sarah mistook it for a tall faun, her mind unable to place what it was.
The being who stood before them was regal, its head baring a dark crown of antlers much like a stag's, though the bone was pitch black instead of white. Instead of the goat legs of a faun, the creature had the bottom half of a deer, its pelt an odd mixture of fur and feather in shades of ink, and the rainbow of oil slicks and oil. The creature's baring was majestic, and its countenance looking carved from stone with deep set sanguine eyes, a complicated thin lipped mouth, and cheekbones that looked sharp enough to cut anyone careless enough to dare and touch them.
"H-hello?" Sarah stammered out as Hoggle valiantly hid behind her.
"Hello." said the creature in a deep, grumbling voice with an accent Sarah couldn't even begin to place. "What are you doing in my woods? Did Jareth send you here?"
"Not exactly. We weren't sent anywhere. We just kind of wandered in. Could you tell us the way out?" Sarah asked, finding that she was stepping back without remembering to do so. Hoggle moved with her in tandem step for step.
"Why would I do that?" the dark figure said, titling its head to the side as it curiously regarded her. The creature's strange calm robbed Sarah of her words, but moved her feet quickly backward. To her horror, as they retreated, the creature advanced.
"You didn't even say please. That was very rude of you, you know. To demand something that like from a complete stranger without any regard to proper introductions. What's to be done about that?" the dark being murmured though Sarah and Hoggle could hear each and every word clearly, terror alleviating the sound of the threats and clicking claws to deafening levels. The creature lowered its head with a grin like a knife wound across its face, the intent to run them through with its horns obvious.
The moment was shattered though as a small figure hurtled itself into the crossroad's space between the travelers and the dark being. A small horned head connected with the creature's greater own, the tense air filled with a 'CRACK' as two skulls harmlessly bounced off each other.
Sarah and Hoggle stumbled back to find a faun in their midst now. Like the other members of its herd, the faun was lithe and slender, his limbs all toned, graceful things made for speed. Unlike the rest of his kind, this faun was dark in coloration, his fur and hair all black curls that made his skin appear paler than it actually was. Blue grey eyes regarded Sarah and Hoggle with open worry and fear. Except for a small bright red mark on his forehead from the collision, the faun appeared to be fine.
"Take the left road! Run!" the faun yelled at them as he threw down what Sarah had mistook for a bulky vest of some kind. It turned out to be great lengths of rope made from braided grass. Without another word, the faun took flight again, his speed making him look as if he were weightless as he ran up tree trunks.
As far as Sarah could tell, the dark being appeared not to be hurt in the slightest by the faun's head butt, the larger creature seeming more miffed than anything by it as the faun darted about him overhead. Flipping off the tree's trunk and twisting to turn midair, the faun's plan became apparent as the end of rope was looped around the creature's antlers. The faun took off again as soon as his hooves touched down on the opposite side to rebound off another tree trunk, repeating the action over and over again until a strange webbing of grass rope kept the creature in place by his own crown of antlers.
The creature resisted the best he could, tearing at the rope and twisting its head, but the faun wasn't pitching its strength against the being. It was using its superior speed to trap the monster by snaring it repeatedly, binding it to the branches overhead with the ends far out of its reach.
Taking the chance they were given, Sarah's and Hoggle's feet beat down the path most left, their escape witnessed only by the waking wood, the trees disturbed into limited consciousness by the creature's roars of discontent.
OoOoO
When he was sure that the girl and her companion had gotten far enough away, Will stopped, coming to rest in front of a very bound Hannibal who growled down at him.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you kill them. The girl is the one journeying through the Labyrinth. The Goblin King would have been very upset if you had killed her." Will told the displeased wendigo. The travelers had been very lucky that Will had learned of them entering the wood from the wind spirits he was still friendly with. It was those same spirits who had helped Will braid the lengths of rope so quickly while the faun misdirected them through the wood by turning sign posts around or making them illegible.
"So you did this to what? Protect me from myself, little faun?" Hannibal said, brooding down at the smaller creature. He tested the limits of his movements, his head kept held high and his arms aloft in Will's clever weaving.
"Yes…" Will admitted quietly as he studied his quarry. He hadn't wanted to do this, but now that he had, Will found that he kind of liked the wendigo all tied up. It made Hannibal look less scary to him, enough so that Will edged closer to wendigo until he could feel the heat of his fur against his own. Feeling powerful, Will leaned into his prey to rest his hands upon Hannibal.
"Now that you have saved me from myself, are you going to let me go?" Hannibal asked, willing to forget about the trespassers now that Will was doing something interesting. The faun was scenting him, that slightly off center nose twitching as it glided over his skin, Will tasting patches of skin that caught his attention with quick little laps.
"Eventually." Will said with a mischievous glint in his stormy eyes, his fingers sinking into the wendigo's feathered pelt to feel its strange softness once again.
"Will…" Hannibal began to say in warning, but trailed off when those small hands came to rest on his belly to start petting the surprisingly soft skin there. That clever tongue soon followed the faun's fingertips, exploring the plains of Hannibal's toned stomach and mapping out the boundaries of his silvering chest hair and dusky nipples. The faun came up as far as the wendigo's collarbones to nibble upon their graceful curvature, but Will dared to go no further. He didn't trust Hannibal not to bite him, especially the way the wendio was staring down at him, his maroon eyes intensely dark.
That didn't stop Will from biting down on the wendigo's chest to leave teeth marks over his right nipple, the ring of blunt impresson marks sluggishly weeping black blood. Enticed by the scent of iron, Will lapped at the wound, the wendigo not flinching once from the rough treatment. Will's hands drifted lower though to carress at where skin melding into fur, knowing how good it felt when the two very different textures of skin were stroked. Curious fingers wandered deeper into the thick of the fur that lay between Hannibal's legs, the faun finding what he really wanted easily enough as the wendigo's cock rose to present itself readily enough to him.
Sinking gracefully to his knees, Will sighed as he wrapped his lips around Hannibal's meat, the feel of it thick and heavy in Will's small hands as he gripped its base. Relaxing his throat, Will took in as much as he could, humming in pleasure at the taste of musk and salt that readily coated his tongue. He looked up to find Hannibal staring down at him with wide eyes and mouth held agape as the wendigo tried to remember how to breathe.
Amused by the reaction, Will hand's were hardly idle, busy exploring the velvet sack that lay behind the length. The light touches upon the sensitive skin of his perineum made Hannibal jerk, but was held in place by his bindings.
Just as Hannibal became torn about how he should feel about those kind of intrusions upon his person, Will let go of him to sit back on his hooves. As the faun rooted through its satchel for something, Hannibal grumbled at the cold sensation of Will's salivia on his cock coming in contact with the open air. Having finally experienced it, he wanted that plush heat all around him again.
A small cry of triumph made Hannibal look down at the faun in time to watch Will take his cock back into his mouth, soft lips being drawn tautly around its girth. The sight was jumbled as Hannibal baulked upon feeling oil slick fingers trace the ringed muscle of his opening. Covered in slick, slender fingers breached him easily enough, slipping past as more of his length was swallowed down at the same time.
Panting, Hannibal threw back his head as Will moved his thoart in ways that made Hannibal want to howl as the faun pushed up with his fingers to stroke him from the inside. Ignoring how Hannibal's cockhead scraped the back of his throat, Will swallowed to ripple contractions around the trapped length, making the wendigo struggle in place. Hannibal seemed to be unused to taking pleasure, his passage feeling tight around Will's fingers as the faun thrust the digits in further in time to the movements of his mouth.
The noises Hannibal was making were soft, breathy little intakes of air like the wendigo was hoarding sounds in his lungs. Will wasn't sure if he liked that, fauns very verbose as they took or were taken, though Will hadn't done either in a while. It was yet another thing that set him apart from his herd, the hedonistic need for pleasure fauns were blessed or cursed with transforming into the hunger that plagued Will now. Being with Hannibal seemed to awaken both in full force, Will wanted to both gratify the wendigo and feed upon him. Resisting the urge to chomp down, Will focused on how Hannibal smelled in this moment, the wendigo's scent wafting off the fur and feather Will pressed his nose up to as he swallowed Hannibal down from tip to root.
On his part, Hannibal struggled with himself, wanting to drive his hips forward. He wanted to throw Will to the ground and just thrust into his mouth with wild abandon. He bit back moans as places deep inside of him were stroked and teased, key nerves easily found to be played with like a tune. Like all of his kind, Will was talented in that area, fauns having a natural aptitude for gracing their lovers with physical bliss.
Bit by bit, his orgasm was coaxed out of Hannibal as Will tightened his mouth around Hannibal's length, hollowing out his cheeks as he added a third finger to fan the digits out. Feeling broken in some ways while whole in others, the wendigo howled in pleasure, waking the forest momentarily with his pleasure. In answer, the trees grumpily shed their velvety leaves in complaint as Will swallowed down a bitter mouthful of salt.
The wendigo was still shaking as the faun licked Hannibal's oversensitive sex clean, Will removed his fingers from him to stroke himself off. His own spent covered his hand soon enough, the faun letting it drip off of his fingers onto the grass. This hadn't been about him, Will taking his pleasure from the tired sag in Hannibal's body and the taste of wendigo's essence in his mouth.
"What now, Will? Now that you have conquered me? Will you give me back my freedom?" Hannibal murmured, staring down at the faun through half lidded eyes.
"Perhaps." the faun answered cheekily before bounding off without a backward glance. When he didn't not return, Hannibal gave up the farce he had been maintaining the whole time. The ropes slipped away, the trees letting go of their ends as Hannibal easily cut the remainder with the razor edges of his antlers.
Sinking to his knees much like Will had done earlier, Hannibal collected up the pearly drops off the forest floor on tip of claw to deposit them on his tongue. Savoring the faun's flavor, the wendigo laid back to revel in the unique tiredness that he was experiencing. No creature had ever touched him like that before, and Hannibal wanted to relived the sensations over again, even it were only in his mind for now.
When his cock twitched in renewed interest, Hannibal wondered if madness could be shared by two. The faun may have gained a hunger for blood and death much like his own, but the wendigo realized that he too may have acquired a different taste for flesh. Want, need, and desire coiled through Hannibal, mollified from his release, but still so there, Hannibal could feel it in his gut.
"Remarkable faun. I do admire your courage. I think I want your heart."
OoOoO
TBC