The Gauntlet, Part 4/5
The Gauntlet, Part 4/5
NC-17
3k
Castiel/Others
Warnings: Non-con, tentacles, bestiality, orgasm denial, some blood play, Dark, Dark, DARK
Complete
Written as a fill for this Blindfold prompt
Despite his delays, he could tell he was getting closer to reaching the end of this cursed path. He was also now certain that there was something tracking his progress. The feeling of being watched was stronger than ever, and he occasionally heard the scrape of a footstep or the rattle of a carelessly kicked stone nearby. When he turned his head, he could never see whatever was dodging his steps, but he was sure it was there.
He had recovered somewhat from his ordeals after he had found an unoccupied crevice deep enough for him to huddle into for a few precious hours the previous night. His remaining grace, though still pathetically depleted, had been enough to coax his body into healing the worst of his injuries and soreness.
It had taken almost all of those hours for his arousal to diminish, his penis remaining stubbornly erect and sensitive long after it should have subsided. Finally, to his great relief, it did fade, leaving behind only a faint lingering ache and a nameless craving that he tried to disregard. He had done his best to scrape off the worst of the slimy deposits that had begun to grow gluey on his skin, but a thin coating of it remained no matter what he did. He knew it remained trapped in tacky clumps deep inside of him as well, he could feel the warm, burning sensation of its touch with every shift of his body. This, also, he tried hard to ignore.
His third day of walking had so far been slower than the previous, but he was still making steady progress at first. Finding himself at the top of a hill, he took the opportunity to lift his eyes from their vigilant scan of his immediate surroundings for a few moments. He looked downhill, his heart sinking as he took in the sight before him. He could see the canyon walls narrowing ahead of him, condensing down to a point that looked like it could eventually be the way out, but that was still a far distance away.
Between where he stood and that far-off point, he could see dozens of roving creatures, appearing to be much more numerous and concentrated in this final area than they had been in the beginning. Castiel was sure there were even larger numbers of the fiends that he couldn’t see, waiting invisibly to ambush him as he crept past. He saw a few types of beasts that he had not encountered yet, and his restless mind began to conjure more and more depraved and hideous scenarios for what they would attempt to inflict upon him before he managed to escape from this place.
A small part of him just wanted to curl up and stop at that point, giving up now before he had to face the cruelties that awaited him below. It was hearteningly easy for him to silence that voice. Castiel had never faltered before a difficult order before or turned away from his duty, and he would not start here in this wretched place.
Nothing he had met here so far had been interested in destroying him, or even seriously injuring him. If he could only make it to the end that he now had in sight, he knew that he would reach the soul he had been seeking. That much he was still sure the demon was bound to by its blood pledge.
He closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. Right then and there he accepted and tried to make peace with the fact that there was no way he would make it through the morass below him without being caught again. It was a simple impossibility. He would evade what he could, make it through as quickly as possible, and try to let what couldn’t be avoided affect him as little as possible.
With that resolve held firmly in the forefront of his mind, he started to trot forward at a quick pace, hopping up and ducking down here and there as he caught sight of creatures moving near him soon enough to dodge them agilely. Sooner than he liked, but getting farther than he thought he would during his first push, he found his progress was interrupted by a grasping limb that he was too slow to avoid. In seconds he was tightly wrapped once again with strong, flexible tentacles restraining his entire body, supporting most of his weight, letting only the tips of his toes scramble on the ground for purchase.
The main bulk of this creature was floating behind him, suspending itself near the level of his head. It had more tentacles than he had seen yet, five or six wrapped tight around his limbs and body, holding him securely, with dozens more waving in the air and sliding towards him. Like one of the beasts he had been held by yesterday, this creature’s tentacles did not end smoothly, but bulged out at their tips, but longer than the other’s had been, about ten inches of thicker, bumpy protuberances at their final points.
When one of the probing things pressed insistently against his lips, he was almost relieved, and instantly shamed by the feeling. The truth remained that he would prefer to satisfy the creature with his mouth and throat than experience again what he had the previous day. He opened his mouth in reluctant compliance, and it immediately began thrusting itself enthusiastically in and out, spreading the now-familiar taste of the rancid slime across his tongue and throughout his mouth.
He knew his relief had come far too soon when he felt another of the creature’s roving tentacles begin to slide between the cheeks of his ass, forcing them apart and greedily rubbing itself in small, teasing circles against his hole when it found it. His gasp of protest was cut short by the fat, oozing shaft in his mouth sliding deeper and hitting the back of his throat. Gagging and choking, he let himself be distracted from the feeling of being penetrated once again from behind as the fat, dripping thing drove itself into him with a series of rough, powerful thrusts.
While the chance to heal himself meant that he was no longer raw and torn, the unprepared entry and the rough, uneven surface of the wide phallus plunging itself in and out of him quickly brought a similar pain to the day before right back. Within minutes his entrance was raw and red from the rough treatment it was receiving. There was a small relief to be found in the fact that the most painful part of the ordeal had already begun to fade as his body had begun to relax into the intrusion despite his horror.
The thing was moving itself to some rhythm only it could hear, pressing itself deep past his lips and into his throat at the same time the shaft behind him plunged forcefully into his ass, withdrawing simultaneously, only to repeat the process in perfect synchronization, splitting him wide open at both ends.
He had shut down his mind and was attempting to ignore the physical sensations as much as possible. He knew the beast would release him when it had spent itself, as all of the previous ones had; he just had to wait it out. That became harder to do when he felt a second tentacle pressing up against his entrance curiously from behind. Although his body had been loosened somewhat from the thorough pounding he was receiving and was dripping with slick from the fresh deposits of slime, he dreaded to think what doubling the girth of the thing fucking him right now would feel like.
As he had feared, the tentacle already wedged inside him slid itself nearly completely out at the next pass, barely holding him open with its tip, while the second one nestled itself close and drove itself in together with its twin, forcing themselves past his body’s shaking resistance. He would have wailed aloud at the new pain, if his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full with the shaft that pumped itself down his throat at the same time, still in perfect clockwork synch.
The creature’s pleasure seemed to be heightened with the addition, it was moving itself faster and faster within him, the limbs twined around him quivering and tightening, bouncing his limp body up and down with its movements. He was no longer surprised by the sensation when he felt it reach its finish, the three phalluses inside of him ramming so deeply into him that he felt the fat, bumpy portion of them taper off and the smooth, tentacle part begin. The thinner, cool portions of it felt almost soothing pressing against his raw entrance as the thing paused within him before letting go and releasing twin jets of steaming hot fluid deep in his ass, another gushing down his throat.
He felt his face blush red, the flush spreading all the way down his chest at the sensation, and for a brief, bewildering moment, was overtaken by how satisfying it felt to be so filled and consumed by the creature that held him tight.
He was thumped down suddenly onto his heels, reeling for a moment and seeking his balance when the thing disengaged itself and withdrew without further ado, floating off about its business. Not even bothering to spit this time, Castiel swallowed the small amount of the excess residue that had ended up in his mouth and spattered across his lips, and shifted from one foot to another, testing his body. While there was some pain, mostly from how wide he had been forced open on the two combined shafts, he felt ready to continue, burning up with an almost restless energy that felt as though he needed to press on, to find something that he was now missing.
That feeling only grew stronger as he continued on, his steps quickening as he felt compelled by some unknown force within him, urging him to hurry, to find it.
He was so distracted by that rising demand taking over his thoughts that he didn’t notice the lone hell hound until it was upon him. It leaped up at it, knocking him to the ground easily with its superior weight as he reared back in alarm. His head struck the stone beneath him sharply as he landed, dazing him into confusion as the beast grabbed one of his arms tightly in its jaws and jerked him over until he was lying on his stomach. He dizzily struggled to his hands and knees and tried to scramble away, to escape, but the beast sprang up and followed him. It closed its teeth around him, panting its moist, hot breath against the back of his neck. He was gripped tightly in its powerful jaws, the beast’s wide mouth encircling his throat completely, shaking his entire body once and growling threateningly at his continued movements. This was the first time he had felt genuine fear for his life here. The creature’s behavior told him that if he didn’t comply, it would end in violence, which he couldn’t afford if he wanted to see the end of this place.
As he froze in its grip, shaking in every limb in reaction to the pulses of adrenalin shooting through his body, the hound released him, pausing briefly to lap at the thin trickles of blood that were dripping from his neck. He didn’t dare to move as he felt it circle behind him, insistently nudging its nose into creases formed by his bent body and snuffling inquisitively at his scent. He kept his head bowed low and his elbows planted on the ground in front of him, any hint of movement drawing an intimidating growl and a warning snap of teeth against whatever body part lay nearest. When he felt it hop up onto him from behind, its front paws hooking themselves tightly around his waist, the claws digging furrows into the soft skin at his sides, he sobbed, and tried to drop down, to flatten himself away from the creature riding his back.
The enormous hound braced its own back legs firmly on the ground, its clawed grip around his waist digging in and pulling up sharply, forcing his ass back into the air. It barked once deeply, growling as its jaws snapped and slavered at the back of his neck, closing around it and gradually sinking its teeth deeper into his flesh until he stilled, submitting. It pulled its head up after a fond lick and a satisfied snuff and started rocking itself back and forth, pushing its hips forward in quick, searching thrusts. Castiel quivered at this latest indignity as he felt the leaking tip of its erect cock rubbing up between his parted thighs as the thing rutted insistently against him, its thrusts short and exploring until it finally got the angle it was seeking and found his opening.
The hound yipped in excitement, pounding its cock jaggedly and jabbing deep into the angel beneath it with short, stabbing thrusts, moving with the speed and force of a jackhammer. He bit his lip to hold back his cries at the pain of the merciless entry, the hound’s huge, furry cock agonizing against his still raw asshole. Mounted like a bitch, stuffed full with the cock of a hairy beast, Castiel could bow his head low, press his heated cheek to the cool stone beneath him, close his eyes, and pray the animal would finish with him soon and leave him alive when it was done. He thought he had already faced the worst depravities this place could force upon him, but clearly there was still room for him to fall further.
As the punishing, uneven strokes continued, Castiel flinched when he felt hot drops of burning fluid dripping onto his back and neck. He could hear the creature panting noisily above him, its tongue lolling out, viscous drool oozing down and falling on his body in stinging streams of reeking saliva.
He knew it was close to coming when the sharp jabs of its cock sped up impossibly faster, its panting whines growing louder until it was nearly howling out its pleasure. Castiel was not familiar with the breeding process of canines, so did not know what to expect when he felt something firm and wide at the base of the hound’s cock pressing up against his hole with every ramming thrust. When that impossibly swollen knot seemed to travel farther up the beast’s cock until it was slamming itself into his entrance, it became clear what was going to happen. The kneeling angel grunted and trembled and shook his head mindlessly in denial, not even realizing he was chanting a faint and hopeless, ‘no, no, no, don’t, please’. The animal did not notice his involuntary protests and simply continued attempting to jam more of itself into a hole that was desperately trying to clench itself closed around the obstruction that was already busily fucking it open.
After everything he had experienced, Castiel was no longer capable of being shocked by the size of the objects that could be forced into his vulnerable body, if enough brute strength and determination were applied. Castiel arched his back, pressed his forehead hard into the stone ground, and reached up to clench his fists tightly in his own drool-soaked hair as the hell hound finally succeeded and popped its knot past the resistance of his body. Continuing to fuck itself into him, ploughing him wide open, the beast howled in triumph as the angel hung, helplessly speared on its knotted cock, a submissive bitch existing just to be mated.
The hell hound began to release the first streams of its ejaculate soon after that, the process seeming to go on forever as it loosed fountains of its burning, pungent semen. The thick, wide knot pressed inside and plugging up his entrance meant that the bulk of it remained trapped within his body as the animal eventually stilled. Castiel struggled to hold himself up on his knees as the creature eased itself down and plastered its weight across his back. Its tongue lolled out affectionately, lapping roughly at the back of his neck as it tugged back slightly on its hindquarters, testing, satisfied when it found its knot holding it snugly in place, tying them together with its cock still buried deep in his ass.
Castiel whimpered at the sensation of that mass tugging on the rim of his abused hole, and struggled to remain upright and still, holding them both in place for fear of both the tearing pain that separating now would bring as well as the threatening teeth held inches away from his vulnerable throat. When the beast relaxed its front legs, releasing the unyielding grip around his waist, Castiel could feel more thin trickles of blood winding down his body where its digging claws had left small, deep puncture wounds on his sides as they clamped down around him. He felt it begin to scrabble its paws across his back, and cringed as it indifferently left shallow, reddened streaks of fire behind where its sharp claws sliced into his skin. He realized it was attempting to turn itself, hopping up to get one of its hindlegs passed up and over his back as well, the sharp, jostling movements pulling them slightly apart where they were still tied together, making him bite his lip at the painful, unnatural stretching against the rim of his anus. All he could do was try to support the animal’s weight while it lurched clumsily against him, and work his own hips to keep himself pressed as close to where they were joined as he could. Eventually, the hound succeeded in its maneuver, landing on all four paws on the ground facing the opposite direction from where Castiel still knelt on hands and knees, their asses pushed close together, its cock now stretched out, pulled backwards between its hindlegs, still firmly trapped in the angel’s body. Not wanting to face the prospect of that enormous swollen thing being forced back out through the circle of muscle that had barely accepted it in the first place, Castiel was content enough to kneel there unmoving for the time being, striving to keep his ass pressed snugly back against that of a beast, speared on its knotted cock and pumped full of its come, any remaining pride he had had been clinging to before this encounter now completely dashed into oblivion.
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NC-17
3k
Castiel/Others
Warnings: Non-con, tentacles, bestiality, orgasm denial, some blood play, Dark, Dark, DARK
Complete
Written as a fill for this Blindfold prompt
Despite his delays, he could tell he was getting closer to reaching the end of this cursed path. He was also now certain that there was something tracking his progress. The feeling of being watched was stronger than ever, and he occasionally heard the scrape of a footstep or the rattle of a carelessly kicked stone nearby. When he turned his head, he could never see whatever was dodging his steps, but he was sure it was there.
He had recovered somewhat from his ordeals after he had found an unoccupied crevice deep enough for him to huddle into for a few precious hours the previous night. His remaining grace, though still pathetically depleted, had been enough to coax his body into healing the worst of his injuries and soreness.
It had taken almost all of those hours for his arousal to diminish, his penis remaining stubbornly erect and sensitive long after it should have subsided. Finally, to his great relief, it did fade, leaving behind only a faint lingering ache and a nameless craving that he tried to disregard. He had done his best to scrape off the worst of the slimy deposits that had begun to grow gluey on his skin, but a thin coating of it remained no matter what he did. He knew it remained trapped in tacky clumps deep inside of him as well, he could feel the warm, burning sensation of its touch with every shift of his body. This, also, he tried hard to ignore.
His third day of walking had so far been slower than the previous, but he was still making steady progress at first. Finding himself at the top of a hill, he took the opportunity to lift his eyes from their vigilant scan of his immediate surroundings for a few moments. He looked downhill, his heart sinking as he took in the sight before him. He could see the canyon walls narrowing ahead of him, condensing down to a point that looked like it could eventually be the way out, but that was still a far distance away.
Between where he stood and that far-off point, he could see dozens of roving creatures, appearing to be much more numerous and concentrated in this final area than they had been in the beginning. Castiel was sure there were even larger numbers of the fiends that he couldn’t see, waiting invisibly to ambush him as he crept past. He saw a few types of beasts that he had not encountered yet, and his restless mind began to conjure more and more depraved and hideous scenarios for what they would attempt to inflict upon him before he managed to escape from this place.
A small part of him just wanted to curl up and stop at that point, giving up now before he had to face the cruelties that awaited him below. It was hearteningly easy for him to silence that voice. Castiel had never faltered before a difficult order before or turned away from his duty, and he would not start here in this wretched place.
Nothing he had met here so far had been interested in destroying him, or even seriously injuring him. If he could only make it to the end that he now had in sight, he knew that he would reach the soul he had been seeking. That much he was still sure the demon was bound to by its blood pledge.
He closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. Right then and there he accepted and tried to make peace with the fact that there was no way he would make it through the morass below him without being caught again. It was a simple impossibility. He would evade what he could, make it through as quickly as possible, and try to let what couldn’t be avoided affect him as little as possible.
With that resolve held firmly in the forefront of his mind, he started to trot forward at a quick pace, hopping up and ducking down here and there as he caught sight of creatures moving near him soon enough to dodge them agilely. Sooner than he liked, but getting farther than he thought he would during his first push, he found his progress was interrupted by a grasping limb that he was too slow to avoid. In seconds he was tightly wrapped once again with strong, flexible tentacles restraining his entire body, supporting most of his weight, letting only the tips of his toes scramble on the ground for purchase.
The main bulk of this creature was floating behind him, suspending itself near the level of his head. It had more tentacles than he had seen yet, five or six wrapped tight around his limbs and body, holding him securely, with dozens more waving in the air and sliding towards him. Like one of the beasts he had been held by yesterday, this creature’s tentacles did not end smoothly, but bulged out at their tips, but longer than the other’s had been, about ten inches of thicker, bumpy protuberances at their final points.
When one of the probing things pressed insistently against his lips, he was almost relieved, and instantly shamed by the feeling. The truth remained that he would prefer to satisfy the creature with his mouth and throat than experience again what he had the previous day. He opened his mouth in reluctant compliance, and it immediately began thrusting itself enthusiastically in and out, spreading the now-familiar taste of the rancid slime across his tongue and throughout his mouth.
He knew his relief had come far too soon when he felt another of the creature’s roving tentacles begin to slide between the cheeks of his ass, forcing them apart and greedily rubbing itself in small, teasing circles against his hole when it found it. His gasp of protest was cut short by the fat, oozing shaft in his mouth sliding deeper and hitting the back of his throat. Gagging and choking, he let himself be distracted from the feeling of being penetrated once again from behind as the fat, dripping thing drove itself into him with a series of rough, powerful thrusts.
While the chance to heal himself meant that he was no longer raw and torn, the unprepared entry and the rough, uneven surface of the wide phallus plunging itself in and out of him quickly brought a similar pain to the day before right back. Within minutes his entrance was raw and red from the rough treatment it was receiving. There was a small relief to be found in the fact that the most painful part of the ordeal had already begun to fade as his body had begun to relax into the intrusion despite his horror.
The thing was moving itself to some rhythm only it could hear, pressing itself deep past his lips and into his throat at the same time the shaft behind him plunged forcefully into his ass, withdrawing simultaneously, only to repeat the process in perfect synchronization, splitting him wide open at both ends.
He had shut down his mind and was attempting to ignore the physical sensations as much as possible. He knew the beast would release him when it had spent itself, as all of the previous ones had; he just had to wait it out. That became harder to do when he felt a second tentacle pressing up against his entrance curiously from behind. Although his body had been loosened somewhat from the thorough pounding he was receiving and was dripping with slick from the fresh deposits of slime, he dreaded to think what doubling the girth of the thing fucking him right now would feel like.
As he had feared, the tentacle already wedged inside him slid itself nearly completely out at the next pass, barely holding him open with its tip, while the second one nestled itself close and drove itself in together with its twin, forcing themselves past his body’s shaking resistance. He would have wailed aloud at the new pain, if his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full with the shaft that pumped itself down his throat at the same time, still in perfect clockwork synch.
The creature’s pleasure seemed to be heightened with the addition, it was moving itself faster and faster within him, the limbs twined around him quivering and tightening, bouncing his limp body up and down with its movements. He was no longer surprised by the sensation when he felt it reach its finish, the three phalluses inside of him ramming so deeply into him that he felt the fat, bumpy portion of them taper off and the smooth, tentacle part begin. The thinner, cool portions of it felt almost soothing pressing against his raw entrance as the thing paused within him before letting go and releasing twin jets of steaming hot fluid deep in his ass, another gushing down his throat.
He felt his face blush red, the flush spreading all the way down his chest at the sensation, and for a brief, bewildering moment, was overtaken by how satisfying it felt to be so filled and consumed by the creature that held him tight.
He was thumped down suddenly onto his heels, reeling for a moment and seeking his balance when the thing disengaged itself and withdrew without further ado, floating off about its business. Not even bothering to spit this time, Castiel swallowed the small amount of the excess residue that had ended up in his mouth and spattered across his lips, and shifted from one foot to another, testing his body. While there was some pain, mostly from how wide he had been forced open on the two combined shafts, he felt ready to continue, burning up with an almost restless energy that felt as though he needed to press on, to find something that he was now missing.
That feeling only grew stronger as he continued on, his steps quickening as he felt compelled by some unknown force within him, urging him to hurry, to find it.
He was so distracted by that rising demand taking over his thoughts that he didn’t notice the lone hell hound until it was upon him. It leaped up at it, knocking him to the ground easily with its superior weight as he reared back in alarm. His head struck the stone beneath him sharply as he landed, dazing him into confusion as the beast grabbed one of his arms tightly in its jaws and jerked him over until he was lying on his stomach. He dizzily struggled to his hands and knees and tried to scramble away, to escape, but the beast sprang up and followed him. It closed its teeth around him, panting its moist, hot breath against the back of his neck. He was gripped tightly in its powerful jaws, the beast’s wide mouth encircling his throat completely, shaking his entire body once and growling threateningly at his continued movements. This was the first time he had felt genuine fear for his life here. The creature’s behavior told him that if he didn’t comply, it would end in violence, which he couldn’t afford if he wanted to see the end of this place.
As he froze in its grip, shaking in every limb in reaction to the pulses of adrenalin shooting through his body, the hound released him, pausing briefly to lap at the thin trickles of blood that were dripping from his neck. He didn’t dare to move as he felt it circle behind him, insistently nudging its nose into creases formed by his bent body and snuffling inquisitively at his scent. He kept his head bowed low and his elbows planted on the ground in front of him, any hint of movement drawing an intimidating growl and a warning snap of teeth against whatever body part lay nearest. When he felt it hop up onto him from behind, its front paws hooking themselves tightly around his waist, the claws digging furrows into the soft skin at his sides, he sobbed, and tried to drop down, to flatten himself away from the creature riding his back.
The enormous hound braced its own back legs firmly on the ground, its clawed grip around his waist digging in and pulling up sharply, forcing his ass back into the air. It barked once deeply, growling as its jaws snapped and slavered at the back of his neck, closing around it and gradually sinking its teeth deeper into his flesh until he stilled, submitting. It pulled its head up after a fond lick and a satisfied snuff and started rocking itself back and forth, pushing its hips forward in quick, searching thrusts. Castiel quivered at this latest indignity as he felt the leaking tip of its erect cock rubbing up between his parted thighs as the thing rutted insistently against him, its thrusts short and exploring until it finally got the angle it was seeking and found his opening.
The hound yipped in excitement, pounding its cock jaggedly and jabbing deep into the angel beneath it with short, stabbing thrusts, moving with the speed and force of a jackhammer. He bit his lip to hold back his cries at the pain of the merciless entry, the hound’s huge, furry cock agonizing against his still raw asshole. Mounted like a bitch, stuffed full with the cock of a hairy beast, Castiel could bow his head low, press his heated cheek to the cool stone beneath him, close his eyes, and pray the animal would finish with him soon and leave him alive when it was done. He thought he had already faced the worst depravities this place could force upon him, but clearly there was still room for him to fall further.
As the punishing, uneven strokes continued, Castiel flinched when he felt hot drops of burning fluid dripping onto his back and neck. He could hear the creature panting noisily above him, its tongue lolling out, viscous drool oozing down and falling on his body in stinging streams of reeking saliva.
He knew it was close to coming when the sharp jabs of its cock sped up impossibly faster, its panting whines growing louder until it was nearly howling out its pleasure. Castiel was not familiar with the breeding process of canines, so did not know what to expect when he felt something firm and wide at the base of the hound’s cock pressing up against his hole with every ramming thrust. When that impossibly swollen knot seemed to travel farther up the beast’s cock until it was slamming itself into his entrance, it became clear what was going to happen. The kneeling angel grunted and trembled and shook his head mindlessly in denial, not even realizing he was chanting a faint and hopeless, ‘no, no, no, don’t, please’. The animal did not notice his involuntary protests and simply continued attempting to jam more of itself into a hole that was desperately trying to clench itself closed around the obstruction that was already busily fucking it open.
After everything he had experienced, Castiel was no longer capable of being shocked by the size of the objects that could be forced into his vulnerable body, if enough brute strength and determination were applied. Castiel arched his back, pressed his forehead hard into the stone ground, and reached up to clench his fists tightly in his own drool-soaked hair as the hell hound finally succeeded and popped its knot past the resistance of his body. Continuing to fuck itself into him, ploughing him wide open, the beast howled in triumph as the angel hung, helplessly speared on its knotted cock, a submissive bitch existing just to be mated.
The hell hound began to release the first streams of its ejaculate soon after that, the process seeming to go on forever as it loosed fountains of its burning, pungent semen. The thick, wide knot pressed inside and plugging up his entrance meant that the bulk of it remained trapped within his body as the animal eventually stilled. Castiel struggled to hold himself up on his knees as the creature eased itself down and plastered its weight across his back. Its tongue lolled out affectionately, lapping roughly at the back of his neck as it tugged back slightly on its hindquarters, testing, satisfied when it found its knot holding it snugly in place, tying them together with its cock still buried deep in his ass.
Castiel whimpered at the sensation of that mass tugging on the rim of his abused hole, and struggled to remain upright and still, holding them both in place for fear of both the tearing pain that separating now would bring as well as the threatening teeth held inches away from his vulnerable throat. When the beast relaxed its front legs, releasing the unyielding grip around his waist, Castiel could feel more thin trickles of blood winding down his body where its digging claws had left small, deep puncture wounds on his sides as they clamped down around him. He felt it begin to scrabble its paws across his back, and cringed as it indifferently left shallow, reddened streaks of fire behind where its sharp claws sliced into his skin. He realized it was attempting to turn itself, hopping up to get one of its hindlegs passed up and over his back as well, the sharp, jostling movements pulling them slightly apart where they were still tied together, making him bite his lip at the painful, unnatural stretching against the rim of his anus. All he could do was try to support the animal’s weight while it lurched clumsily against him, and work his own hips to keep himself pressed as close to where they were joined as he could. Eventually, the hound succeeded in its maneuver, landing on all four paws on the ground facing the opposite direction from where Castiel still knelt on hands and knees, their asses pushed close together, its cock now stretched out, pulled backwards between its hindlegs, still firmly trapped in the angel’s body. Not wanting to face the prospect of that enormous swollen thing being forced back out through the circle of muscle that had barely accepted it in the first place, Castiel was content enough to kneel there unmoving for the time being, striving to keep his ass pressed snugly back against that of a beast, speared on its knotted cock and pumped full of its come, any remaining pride he had had been clinging to before this encounter now completely dashed into oblivion.
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