Abyss

Chapter 13: The beast within



They camped somewhere in the middle of the Russian Plain. Several days ago, they had found traces that led them to assume there had recently been other nymphs in the area; places covered with ashes, half washed away by the last downpour of rain, and remainders of tea, as well as a wooden comb. Since then, they had tried to locate them. One night ago, they had spotted more, fresher rests of a fire and a torn piece of cloth.



There was no proper cover in sight when the night fell; therefore they were forced to settle down at the brim of a wood, some bushes barely baring them from unfriendly eyes. Pheus sat guard at the fire while the others slept, spread in a loose circle around him.



It was early autumn by now. Over the summer, the tension in their group had slightly diminished. The nymphs surely did not value him nor did they pay him any trust, but they had come to tolerate him; they even silently accepted his presence. Not that he particularly cared, but it made what he did care about easier. The relationship between him and Ayve had relaxed. Of course, Pheus could still not grasp Ayve, push him onto the ground and molest him to his heart’s desire, but there was a silent understanding between them that Ayve shared with no one else and that at least gave him some sense of intimacy.



Presently, Ayve lay to his right, his head lightly touching Pheus’ side, his breath for once, due to the mild weather, flowing smoothly in and out of the slumbering body. Pheus’ fingers played with the silken, black hair, delving into vague thoughts and feelings.



An uneasy notion crept up in him. He looked around into the dark, pricking his ears. There were no audible sounds, yet that meant little. He turned his nose against the wind. It was as he thought.



Pheus moved slowly to not let them know that he was aware of their presence. He placed several new logs on the fire to fortify it and softly woke Ayve.



The nymph blinked enquiringly up at him. His delicate gracefulness spellbound Pheus for a second.



“We have unwelcome visitors,” he explained calmly, then, in a tone as if he had said ‘go on sleeping’.



He had noticed the haggard predators lingering nearby a human settlement the previous morning already, a fact that in itself had worried him. Usually, they stayed away from other hunters; and they recognised humans as such.



Pheus seized a piece of fabric and soaked it with elk fat that he carried with him. He had hunted the beast down during their tiring journey through the tickets of what was called Germania by the humans that just had not seemed to want to end. He wound the cloth around the tip of a thick branch, lit it, and handed it to Ayve. He repeated the process to have a torch of his own. He could handle one of them, with the help of his mental powers perhaps two, but if they were attacked by a pack from all sides, he alone would not be able to fend them off. He was not sure if Ayve was in full possession of his powers anymore. The nymph at least had never done more than locate people with their help after his recovery. Well, and push Pheus away. That did not prove his ability to take on a pack of wolves.



Ayve carefully woke the coward, Seya. Now, Pheus was demonstrated the benefits of the nymph tongue: even though the fool started babbling stupid questions, the wolves were not alerted. Nymph tongue sounded like the whispering of the wind.



Of course, the predators certainly knew by now that their prey was aware of their presence, yet since the group made no hasty move or sound that would have indicated panic and the will to flee, the hunters were not animated to take action. They still watched and waited for the perfect moment to attack, a moment of inattentiveness on Pheus’ part.



Pheus – trying to minimise the hardness of his accent to the point of inaudibility – ordered Seya to slowly wake his comrades and climb the tree that stood close to their camp. Pheus always made sure at least a flight upwards was possible. And move gracefully, without arousing attention, the nymphs could. That was how they lived – blending in with nature until they disappeared in it.



Ayve stood still a few steps behind him. Pheus guessed that he did not want to leave a possible fight up to one person. A backbone he had underneath all his weakened flesh. He is made for me it shot through Pheus mind completely offhandedly and impacted violently in his heart. It was not a tender feeling but one of bitterness, longing, and greed. In the spur of the moment, he could have joined the pack out there and turn around to seize Ayve and just take what he wanted.



Only, he wanted more than just the tainted and yet so enticing body. So frail, so vulnerable… Predators had a sixth sense for the weak ones, the easy prey, the marked out victim. Yet in this fragile shell, there was something that Pheus could not jut take by force, something that had just started trusting him again… -He craved to possess it more than anything else. Ayve’s mind, Ayve’s heart, Ayve’s will. Yes, own him, that was what Pheus desired, to have him entirely to himself…



A low growl left Pheus’ throat. It was directed at the beasts who – made suspicious by the silent disappearance of a part of their prey – drew slowly in on them, yet in truth, it was the expression of Pheus’ inner turmoil, of his frustration.



The beasts seemed irritated. They eyed Pheus wearily.



He took a few firm steps towards the pack leader, torch held out in front of him.



Ayve followed suit.



Pheus did not look the hunter directly in the eyes, he did not wish to provoke it, after all, but he stood his ground. With a well fed wolf, he would have been more aggressive, but these beasts might not shy away from an open confrontation, hungry and desperate as they were.



Calm and determined they waited. It took a while for the pack leader to make up his mind, but then he chose retreat.



Despite that, Pheus remained motionless for a little longer, to give them no cause to change their minds.



When the night was clear of any danger again, the nymphs left their refuge. There were some admiring glances from the ladies towards the two who had stood their ground, especially towards Pheus.



He snorted inwardly. They had probably been certain that he would betray them at the soonest opportunity. He ignored them and ordered one of the males to keep a watch out for the rest of the night.



A hand settled on his shoulder. Surprised, he jerked around.



Ayve locked eyes with him. Thank you, he said voicelessly.







It was a hot summer’s day. The sunlight sparkled on the moving surface of the river. A huge swarm of insects danced a graceful choreography near the riverbank. An otter floated with the stream.



Pheus dove into the cool floods, enjoying the way they engulfed his sweaty body and flowed over his skin. He swam some paces against the current, then let the river take him back to where Ayve sat in the grass and watched him.



Wetness splashing around him, he waded out of the water.



Ayve eyed him with benevolent, loving amusement, his gaze involuntarily caught by the stream of river water that dripped from Pheus’ limp member.



Pheus went up to him. The closer he came, the more Ayve’s amusement vanished. As he stood right in front of the other man, towering above him, Ayve looked up at him in compliant expectancy.



Pheus knelt down, so that his crotch was on about the right level, and pulled Ayve’s face against it. He moved his hips in blissful satisfaction of his animalistic need while Ayve sucked in the rich scent of his privates. Pheus purred.







He awoke to the shrill sounds of some stupid bird that could not keep its beak shut. His gaze fell onto the nymph who was on watch duty first; then they sought out Ayve. His companion lay curled up beside him, his long, black mane covering the ground. Pheus gingerly stretched out his fingers to lift a few strands from Ayve’s face. He accidentally brushed his neck. That skin! So soft… What would it feel like to rub his already hardened cock against it? To have Ayve’s lips part for him and dive into the hot, moist cave of his mouth? It had been so long…



Pheus withdrew his hand. It was not going to happen.



With an uncomfortably tight feeling in his lower regions, he rose and sought out a place where he could seek relief in peace, even though it was a grim business, assisting yourself, when you had received pleasures from a much more skilled hand over such a long period. Why to hell had Pheus let him go?!







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