Author: Little Storm PM
An angered God, a foolish boy, a well-endowed bull. My adaptation of a Greek myth, Pasiphae and the bull. BESTIALITY, be warned.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Ciel P. & Sebastian M. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 9,026 - Reviews: 167 - Favs: 139 - Follows: 185 - Updated: 08-21-11 - Published: 08-01-11 - id: 7243893
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I love you guys so much. You guys, you fucking rule. Each and everyone of you. I get so excited when I see I have another review- seriously. Anyway, unfortunatley there won't be much smut in this chapter, beside's Ciel's dirty imagination. Next chapter is the last one though! Which will be like a fucking smut explosion, I promise. Also, I touch on it lightly in this chapter, but how do you guys feel about a Ciel x Bard story? I have a few nice ideas, some of which involve Sebastian setting Ciel up to be gang raped. Let me know what your ultimate fantasy is, I'll try to make it come true.
P.S. I think cunt is such a dirty, disgusting word, and I HATE when people use it. But I've come to find it's so fucking sexy when used in reference to a boy's ass. Don't you agree?
Two tiny feet sprinted across the grass, light as the wind itself, carrying the visage of desire across the meadows that surrounded the magnificent palace. Ciel hiked up the edges of his dress, which flowed like water, and shone the same colour as his desperate eyes, as they searched out his prize.
The bull had left the little prince bothered and hot, and Ciel had never been this bothered in his life. His own bride failed to conjure up these feelings inside of the boy, although she had tried for many years. Elizabeth's single goal was to please her husband, and while she knew she was not particualry smart or interesting, she knew she was at least beautiful, and should be able to please her husband in the most simple of ways.
And yet, when she would give over her body to him, in a most alluring display, Ciel would always make it into what he did best- work. His orgasms were pathetic, and his cried were faked. Although he did not feel passion for his lovely bride, he did not wish to hurt her delicate heart. Arranged marriages always seemed to work out this way. Elizabeth and he had just never clicked.
Actually, the only time before now that Ciel had ever felt a surge of passion run through his insenstive body was when he and the rugged Greek chef had shared a heated kiss behind closed doors, the small prince up against the wall while the taste of a real man filled his mouth. Unfortunatley, the large Greek man had left the prince's dinner on the fire, and the whole kitchen had gone up in a blaze. Ciel had no choice but to fire Bard, and since then he'd always hoped he'd find another man whom could give him that intense pleasure.
It seemed young Ciel's wish had just come true, although in the form of a bull, and not a man. Ciel was too clouded with lust to even register the bizzarity of the situation anymore, and let his body do the thinking.
As he approached an open field, Ciel caught sight of the beast in the distance, a black blob against slopping green hills. His little feet couldn't run fast enough, and he feared that he would fall. His delicate ankles became scratched with burs, and his feet burned from the rough dirt he passed over, but his mind was set on getting to that beast and nothing else.
By the time he had reached the bull, his chest was heaving and his face was flushed. He looked determined at the bull and laid down in front of the massive creature. The bull was at least Ciel's height when he was standing, but now on the ground the beast was even more powerful and large. Ciel had never felt so incredibley aroused, and he assumed it had something to do with his helplessness in the situation.
The bull ignored him. It simply did not seem interested. It continued snuffling at the grass beneath it's nose and paid no mind to the submissive prince. Ciel was confused, and desperate. He wriggled closer to the bull's head and shamefully spread his legs apart. He even went so far as to pull up his robes, revealing his still hard cock, bobbing softly in the breeze. As he spread his legs further, his tight blossom was revealed, the little bud pink and perfect in the sunlight.
Poseidon was conflicted, and oh so tortured. The young boy was putting on the most alluring display, but it wasn't enough. Regretfully, he turned his head and picked at a flower, trying to ignore the eager grunts of the wanton boy before him. Usually, this kind of display woud be something Poseidon would shun. He prefered his partners to be strong-willed and proud, which is what had first attracted Poseidon to Ciel. He was so stubborn, so strong, and now he was here in a weak display of lust. He didn't have a choice really, the boy would never had submitted to him in normal circumastances (or so he thought).
Oh my, snapped Poseidon, although it came out in a sharp snort of hot air. Ciel was no on his stomach, bottom up and exposed, legs spread so wide. His little cunt was even twitching! Poseidon so desperatley wanted to claim that hole. He wished he could shove his cock so deep inside of the boy that his innards would be rearranged.
But alas, he could not. Ciel's lust for him would be broken immediatley after they had mated, and he had yet to teach that blonde twat as lesson. But, as the boy waited his his rump raised, and his ass twitching at him, Poseidon allowed himself a small sample of what was to come.
Ciel was just about ready to give up on the obstinant bull. He felt so foolish for beleiving that the beast would be interested. He was not a cow, so why should it? In that moment he imagined himself with a pair of bovine ears a top his head and a swishy tail. The idea was so ridiculous, and Ciel was ashamed. He was about to sit up when he heard a very close sniff to his backside.
Ciel instantly stiffened again, his posteriour sitting up perk and presented to the bull. One, two, three curious sniffs were given to Ciel's ass, before an incredibly large tounge swept between the two full cheeks.
Ciel pratcically screamed, so excited he could orgasm right then and there. The bull gave a few undecided licks to the boy's eager hole, snuffling at it as if it were a patch of grass. Ciel's fingers dug into the dirt beneath him, and he pushed back his ass, hoping the bull would respond.
And it did, roughly at that too. The bull's massive tounge begun pushing violently up against Ciel's anus, fighting to make it's way inside. Ciel howled and threw back his head, his tight entrance nowhere near open enough to accomodate the beast's tounge. And yet, it persisted, pressing against the boy until Ciel would no longer take it and crawled away. Poseidon would have none of that, and he lifted his hoof and stomped Ciel's back until he fell to the ground. Ciel cried out as he hit the grass and whimpered. The bull was now standing above him, huffing angry snorts of air onto the back of his neck.
In all honesty, Poseidon had only met to tap the boy firmly, and not force him into the ground. His immortal heart actually hurt when he heard the boy whimper, so he lowered his head to sniff the boy's neck. This only seemed to upset the boy more, and he pulled back, only to smell something rather interesting and familar.
To investigate, he nudged the boy's hip to roll him, and was greeted with a pleasent discovery. Ciel had cummed himself.
It would seem those little whimpers were not ones of fear after all. With a pleased smirk, Poseidon sniffed the boy's soiled cock and licked at it gently. Ciel gave a weak moan, and submitted once more. The beast snuffled his belly again softly and watched as the boy sat up, suddenly fascinated by something beneath him.
Ciel crawled under the bull, he could easily fit under the beast due to it's massive size, and his small body. Beneath, he discovered the bull's pizzle. It was extended and bobbed against the creature's stomach slightly, pink and wet. Ciel was reminded of a tounge. The bull was also larger than other bulls in this aspect too. The long, skinny pizzle was thicker, and most easily compared to the girth of a grown man's cock, but the length of two.
Ciel's tiny hand came up to wrap around the bull's cock curiously, finding it slippery to the touch. He struggled to find a grip, and the beast above him shuddered and twitched. Ciel brought up his other hand to help him with the massive girth, stroking it softly and watching it drip. It truley was grotesque, but Ciel was so hot and horny that it barely bothered him. Poseidon huffed happily, giving the boy's bottom as few appreciative licks in encouragement. The boy's hands were sinful.
Ciel's fascination with the bull's heavy cock became deeper, and as he slide his slick hands up and down the wet, pink shaft, he lifted the cock tip to his lips. The small, curious tounge lapped at the thick semen dripping down the shaft. It came out in copious amounts and it slide down Ciel's chin, staining his robes. Ciel stretched his mouth open as much as he could and managed to push the cock between his lips, inserting it with a wet pop. The heady scent filled his mouth and nose, and the lust consumed him. His hands returned to the ground and he was on his hands and knees, his little butt poking up near the bull's face.
Oh how Poseidon wished he had mortal hands, so he could push his fingers into that tempting hole. It looked so clean and fresh, pink and twitching, and if he sniffed the boys smooth cheeks, he would earn a small gape from it. And as beautiful as the boy's ass was, it was the guzzling mouth around his pizzle that had his full attention.
Ciel's sucks, which had at first been curious and innocent, were now greedy and selfish. Not caring for the bull's pleasure, he simply suckled at the long cock to milk more pre-cum from him, gulping it down with undignified chokes. Ciel's hands had also found a new toy, and they cupped the bull's monsterous sac with effort, the heavy balls plush and silky. It was almost as if he was pushing the bull's semen from his sac to his girth, as a few minutes later the bull came, sending a strong gush of cum into the boy's throat.
Unprepared for such a violent barage of cum, Ciel choked and spluttered most of it, and a small amount shot out his nose. His nasal and throat passages were drenched in the thick cum, and he was greeted with breathlessness, and a happy bull licking at his collapsed legs.
Ciel got to his knees with shaking limbs and crawled from beneath the bull, appearing under it's neck. Poseidon gave a little snuff and licked the boy's ear, making his hair stick up in a wet spike. With a weak giggle, Ciel stood on his feet and gently petted the animal. Not only had Poseidon driven the boy wild with lust, but he'd also made him happier. Perhaps Ciel was so grumpy all the time because he had all this pent up lust inside of him.
The bull tried to look uninterested, but the boy was ravishing, dripping with his own seed. He lowered his head and gently hooked a large horn into the fabric of his robes, ripping them clean off his body. The body reeked of the bull's essence, and Poseidon knew he had marked the boy.
"I should go," breathed Ciel, still staring intensley at the bull. He seemed not to care for his nakedness and walked backwards, watching the bull as he retreated towards the palace. When he could watch no longer he turned and ran, away from the bull.
Poseidon huffed when he saw the red stomp on his back, and knew it would turn into a bruise. It was a sign the boy was his. Licking his lips, he could still taste the boy on his mouth, so salty yet sweet. He couldn't wait to claim the boy, and he imagined it wouldn't be much longer. After all, it wasn't as if he had to worry about getting his revenge on princess Elizabeth anymore, he thought smugly, chewing at his grass patch as he eyed the small movement in the near-by bushes. A few moments later, as he expected, the small blonde dashed from the bushes and towards the palace, her face as white as death.
Ciel went into stealth mode as he neared the palace, tip-toe-ing to his bedroom window as silently as he could. The sun was rising higher and in a few hours it would be night. It didn't take much effort for the small boy to lift his body up and over the marble window, and into the privacy of his bedroom. He wasted no time in letting himself into the bathroom, and spalshing his face with water. This would have to do until he called the servants for a bath to be drawn.
Ciel found a clean pair of robes, and slipped them on, slightly disappointed that the bull had ruined his favorite ones. But, with the sacrifice came a mind-blowing memory, which Ciel was sure nothing could ruin. Or so he thought.
The sound of small sandled feet were heard as Elizabeth entered the bedroom, and she laid eyes on her husband.
"Where have you been?" She asked meekly, already knowing the answer. Ciel simply looked at her, seeing her closely drawn eyebrows and her downturned mouth. He knew he'd been caught out, and an answer wouldn't suffice.
"I can't control it Elizabeth, it's as if something has possessed me." And Ciel truly did feel guilty for what he'd done. His solemn expression seemed to calm Elizabeth somewhat, but she remained miserable.
"I can smell what you've done," she whispered, head hung, and another ripple of guilt washed over Ciel's body. His hand gently reached for his bride's, but she pulled back.
"What can I do?" She asked softly, searching for answers in his eyes.
"What can I do to break this curse you're under?" Elizabeth was desperate, even her voice was soft and delicate. Ciel sighed.
"It's something I have to do," he stated, and was suprised when Elizabeth nodded. This time, she did take his hand, and she squeezed it with a weak smile.
"I just want to see you happy," she said, "even if that means you being happy without me," and then she left the room. Ciel felt terrible, guilty, and solemn. Elizabeth deserved happiness, and she wasn't going to find it with him. He suppossed a divorce would be in order, and perhaps then the both of them would be happy then. With a heavy sigh, Ciel called for his servants to draw him a bath.
Some hot water would help him think things over, certain events more than others, he smirked.
Whoo, updated this a day early TOO. Love me. Anyway, I lied, there was a tonne of smut in this one. But if you think that was good, wait for the next chapter. It'll be up next Sunday.