[An idea i had
To say it was a shock when he woke up in a dark cave is an understatement of his feelings, but he felt a weird sense of... Peace, when he heard a purr-like sound that echoed from above his, he blinked lazily and saw an enormous lioness above him, cradling him like her kitten, which apparently he was seeing as he had fucking paws instead of hands and feet! His shock was short when he saw a man entering the cavern, the man had log golden hair and beautiful dark brown eyes, he was completely naked but carried a large bull-like being by the neck with claw-like fingers, the lioness purred louder with glee before she got up and her body transformed into a beautiful woman with big and long black hair, she smiled at the man before saying: "Ah, my dear, i was almost thinking you weren't coming back~" The man smiled gently at her before they started to kiss, the poor lion cub couldn't help but feel bashful and before he heard the woman say: "Let's not take this too far, Heracles is watching dear-" The man sighed before he turned to look at him with a small smile, the woman already going to the killed beast that the tiny liom cub couldn't discern what it was.
"Look at our son... Our beautiful Heracles." His father smiled as his mother choked on blood, he blinked and he no longer was on that cavern-
Sincerely, remembering the past is weird sometimes, even more so when it happened at least a few years ago? Something like that... Well, let's just say he didn't actually want to be captured by people who called themselves Hunters, nor did he want to be sold to some weird people, but it happened and he's not proud of it! However, he's very proud of his victory over his captors and his return home after years, not exactly home but somewhere far from Greece at least. Don't get me wrong, the place is awsome and beautiful, but he didn't like the monsters that he attracts to himself due to his majestic power and status as a Alpha Nemean Lion, which sounds fucking stupid but it's very, very true.
Apparently, he was indestructible, both inside and out, and the only way to kill him was through magic or asphyxiation, which he has covered both thanks to his natural abilities and things he learned in life. Now standing in Wolf Territory, he sighed as a deep rumbling feeling of magic called for him and he followed its thumping until he found it, another broken and destroyed Συγκέντρωση Μαγείας, which translates to a Gathering of Magic, of Energy, which is a point where a bunch of leylines gather and magic is stronger, acting like a beacon: "Oh, you poor thing..." For being a... Enchanted Shifter, his connection to nature was a thousand fold stronger than a Druid's, meaning he can feel it deep within his mind the pain the poor thing felt: "Oh, who neglected you so deeply?" His fingers touched the stump and felt energy vibrate, his own magic beating like a drum on it- the telluric lines beneath the soil were paths he could take, so he tapped the old stump and focused for a second before he could feel where the Alpha of this land was-
He needed to trade some words with them.
-Scene Cut-
"Oh, so you're the little puppy taking care of this land..." Derek Hale, alongside his pack, all froze when suddenly a man sat beside them in their own home, as if he was always there. His large and muscular body exhaled power like waves in the ocean, his bushy mane-like dark, very dark black hair was long enough to touch his waist, the three black piercings on his left ear and the piercing on his right eyebrow made him look strangely cool, his dark brown skin was covered in tattoos that looked like they were part of his skin, and the flash of red light in his eyes made everyone tense- Alpha: "I must say... I'm a little sorry for the Synkéntrosi Mageías of this land." His hand lazily grabbed a cup on the table in front of the whole pack, drinking it without a pause as he smiled, teeth sharp and white: "The only ones who felt something different were the little red spazz, the red haired girl, and this fine gentleman here~" The man purred as he suddenly was beside Peter, Derek's uncle, with his eyes basically stripping him naked.
"Who are you and what are you doing in Hale land?" Derek growled, snapping everyone out of their stuppor, Erica and Boyd, followed by Isaac and Jackson got in action, circling the unknown man while Lydia was pulled away alongside Stiles, the man never took his eyes off of Peter though, he flashed his eyes red as Peter fleshed his own eyes blue to the man, who smirked deviously as his uncle looked.... Bashful: "Uh... Did new hot-but-intimidating guy just flirt with Uncle Bad Touch?" Stiles, who couldn't keep his mouth closed for a second, blurted it out before anyone could even process what just happened: "Well, I'm a little old for you Little Spark, but i appreciate your like to my appearance." The man smirked flirtatious, his body vanishing from sight just as he appeared beside Stiles, his hand stretched forward while he bowed with precise practice, another hand stretched to Lydia, both humans froze as surprise and a little bit of fear was smelled in the room: "You both felt my presence before i revealed myself, so for that i congratulate you both, so young and yet so... Powerful." Derek was ready to attack, but the man was already on the other side of the room by the side of his uncle, his finger teasingly touching the man and making him freeze as a large black claw touched his neck
"You know... When i felt the call of a broken Synkéntrosi Mageías, I really needed to meet the pack that failed to protect such pure and innocent being... And i must say, a Hale was not who i expected." His claw pulled back into his skin, now only his blunt nail scratching Peter's neck that- Was he purring? "Ah, puppy likes it?" Derek, Erica, Boyd, Jackson, Isaac, and even Scott who was terrible at using his supernatural senses cringed when they smelled the scent of lust flowing through the air out of Peter's body: "Don't worry puppy, I'll take care of you later... Now i need to have a talk with the Alpha, no, the whole pack." At his words, everyone tensed, the mysterious man sat down on the couch while pulling Peter alongside him before coughing to clear his throat and gather everyone's attention (As if it had left him the moment he appeared): "Well, my name's Hercules Aíttitos Léon, and i am here to discuss some problems with your... What's that name again..."
The man tapped his hands on his chin, seemingly trying to remember something: "That tree stump on the forest, what you people call it again?" Stiles, the everbrave and stupid, decided to speak: "The Nemeton? Sorry creepy guy who has the hots for uncle bad touch, but if you wanna know where it is we can't tell you, can't have you sacrificing babies or some crap like that." There was a moment of tension before the man laughed, it felt like a wave of air breeze past them and they all felt heat, but it vanished easily: "Wait, you're serious? Little Spark, why would i try to sacrifice infants to a Synkéntrosi Mageías?"
"'Cause, i don't know, you appeared here out of nowhere, can seemingly teleport or run so fast we can't see you, and you are being horny with uncle creep, which puts you on my worry about list." The man sighed, his body almost looked like it exhaled power with him as he breathed out, his eyes rose to meet Stiles' before he said with such sincerity that Stiles was surprised: "I swear to you, Little Spark, that I would never touch a child, a cub, with the intention to harm them unless it's 'save-the-world' dire. Or unless the child is annoying, or unless the child is, like, an asshole." The man was relaxing against Peter as Stiles, who was the only one talking, scoffed: "Wow, really reassuring... Also, what's with the Little Spark thing?" The face the man made could be considered surprise, but it was replaced by a small annoyed expression: "Hasn't the Druid of this land explained to you what a Spark is? My love-" He turned to the bashful and surprisingly quiet and shy Peter, who's whole body shivered when he heard the words 'My love' leaving the man's mouth, it took Derek a while but he realized- "My dear Soulmate, has the rules of druidism changed or this land's Druid's just an asshole?"
"Deaton's a cryptic idiot." Lydia scoffed, the second one to speak as all others analyzed the tall, dark man with this tension, as if he was allowing only some to talk while others had to stay quiet: "Well, Little Banshee-" Lydia's eyebrows hit her hairline: "A Druid is supposed to help out the supernaturals of the land they stay on, providing assistance and information for those in need of such... Keeping the balance of the land by providing and helping the ruling pack, or pride, or council, or whatever." Rolling his eyes, the man turned to his mate, Peter, and licking his lips as he continued his explanation: "And to explain it, a Spark is a rare magical being, in my lifetime I've only met 6 of us, myself included, am a Spark." To prove, his hand came forward a small black tendril of something moved out of his hand, it waved almost an 'hello' to Stiles, whose eyes were shining with interest at the opportunity to learn more: "But, Little Fox, today I'm here to speak to the alpha about how your pack will need to clean off the Nemeton or else this while side of California will surely become a Piece of Hell, and trust me- I've been there, it isn't fun."
There was a story behind that, Peter saw it, but just like Peter didn't want to talk about the fire of the Hale house, he understood if the man- Hercules Aíttitos Léon- didn't want to talk about it then he understood. He was absolutely stunning, his body was like the Greek Gods sculpted him, he was Adonis incarnate: "Awn, thank you my darling." Peter didn't know he said it out loud, but being praised by his Mate was something out of this world- He felt it when the man smiled at him, how the barely-there wolf inside of him, tired, older than it should've been, and hurt just- Got up, excited, overwhelmingly happy and playful and just younger: "Well, I was saying... Alpha Derek, the corrupted magic of the Nemetok called to me, begged help, and I'll help such powerful and pure being... It's one of the things i enjoy doing, therefore I'll stay on your land until the Nemeton is cleansed and pure again, until it grows once more, this is me asking you... Also, my Mate's kinda your uncle i guess, and i don't want to separate your family if i can help, so I'll just stay here and take what is mine."
And just like, the man was gone alognside Peter.
-Scene Cut-
Laying down on a soft bed, Peter never felt like this, his lips were stolen from him alongside his breath and hands, the stronger and bigger man stood above him as his eyes glowed red in deep passion: "Do you want me to claim you, my dear? I want to claim you, but this is on your hands, do you want to feel me?" Peter was... Static.
In the fire, he lost his wife, his love, but now he was offered a new chance on love after the whole burning thing and- Sincerely speeking, he was too hard to think abotut anything other than being fucked, so he nodded sharply at the man's question without truly knowing what he signed up for...
Because normal lions can copulatr between 40-50 times per day... A Alpha Nemean Lion Spark? Well...
Peter lost count after the 10th time.
"P-pleas-" He was shivering, his body overwhelmed with pleasure and the slow and achingly sweet movement of the big, big finger teasing his aching hole, pressing against his prostate easily and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine and over to his whole body, making his brain mushy: "So needy for me..." The purr of the man's voice was just above his ear, his arms were caught by a black chain that did not let him touch himself to relieve his orgasm, it made the whole experience so much (better? worse?) more than he thought it'd be.
Being claimed was amazing, even more so when his wolf inside his soul was so pleased at the rumbling purr of the man who stood above him, undoing him so beautifully by the touch of his hands, his mouth working wonders on his body and making him weak at the knees as all worries faded from his mind: "Fuck, baby, you're so adorable..." He heard Hercules (or Heracles, he didn't mind it either way) chuckle as his body assumed a beta shift, just like Peter who prided himself on his absurd control over himself but was shifting right now- Hair grew around his face as his ears enlogated, his nose fell a little flat and his teeth grew bigger as his eyes flashed the royal blue color: "Such beautiful eyes you have my dear-" Peter almost felt like crying, the love on the man's words made him shiver in wonder and lust as no one that knew what blue eyes meant found them beautiful, maybe- "I know what they mean, my darling, i know they mean guilt- Or in your Werewolf culture they mean the killing of an innocent..." He kissed him again, taking Peter's breath away with a single movement, before he continued: "But they mean guilt, the guilt you feel when you kill an innocent is what marks your wolf- You'll never forget the loss of that innocence, but your eyes don't mean anything bad to me- My eyes were blue for such a long, long time before they turned this color... Does that make you think of me differently?"
"No-" He moaned as slick fingers touched his prostate teasingly, he panted as he felt vulnerable by the man's words- he truly was his soulmate it seems, because Peter felt so safe with him right now, safe enough to let go: "No it doesn't- You're BEAUTIFUL!" He shouted the last word as sharp teeth bit his shoulder, not enough to tear the skin but enough to keep a little mark there and make his body shiver with pleasure: "Please, please-" He wanted so much, he craved it, he needed it! "Please-" He groaned loudly when a sharp tongue pushed inside him, Heracles' tongue was warm and sharp as he tried to keep himself in check and not transform fully into a lion and claim the man below him as a feral beast, no, he wanted it to be sweet, slow, and achingly good to the point where his Mate's back would crack from pleasure alone! "Ah..." Sighing a moan, Peter couldn't help but clench his hole when the tongue pushed against his prostate, he groaned as the clenched hole was violated by the warm and wet tongue as it pulled out with such great speed that left him hollow for a moment and he couldn't help but whine at the emptiness of his hole.
"Darling, baby, look-" Seeing how Peter just felt empty without him, he decided to give him something to do while he prepared him a little more- Also he decided to let Peter lube hin naturally, so he pulled the man and set him on top of him, his ass close to his face as he kept working on the preparation while Peter was peft free with the main attraction- "It's huge." And of course it was, everything about the man was huge, but what impressed Peter even more was the act that he had tattoos even on his penis, veins of black that curled on that chocolate skin that Peter was starting to adore- "C'mon love, sugar, baby- You'll have to lube it a little with your spit baby, ao why don't you put your mouth to work hum?" And oh fuck, Peter wasn't sure of the size, he'd put it between 13 to 15 inches, but the girth was above 9 inches, he's sure of that- It'll wreck him, but thankfully he is a werewolf and will heal after this!
So opening his mouth, he let a ball of spit fall right on top of the bulbous large head before his tongue touched it- The reaction was instantaneous, it flexed and hit him on the face hard, Peter was surprised while his mate only bit him lightly, making the poor Peter whine in need as a deep feeling of wanting to be wrecked filled his lungs: "C'mon love, you should lube me up, with your tongue or a bottle, because if you don't I'll enter you dry and tear you up- Unless you like the pain, don't you, my slutty puppy?" Another small bite at the puckered pink flesh that was his hole made him jerk forward, rutting his aching cock against the chest of his love while he played with his hole. 'You can dk r.' Peter sighed before ge pushed his tongue out and licked once again the head before slowly and teasingly licking down, further snd further down, until he was licking the whole member up and down the base to the head, he heard guttural growls of pleasure that left his Mate's lips and he grinned in victory.
But such victory was short-lived when he was turned once again, this time his body assumed a submissive posture as he wolf pushed Peter to submit, on all fours, ass raised high to the man who chuckled: "Ah... Such a slutty puppy, aren't you?" Peter shivered as that voice whispered profanities in his ear, being called names was something he never thought would make him hard- He knew that his neck was sensitive like every werewolf's neck, but as he felt those big hands grasp his waist and felt as a thick throbbing dick pushed its way inside him slowly and gently- He melted. He fucking melted into a puddle of mewling noises, like a newborn kitten he mewled and gasped as he felt teeth on his shoulders and claws on his hips, and soon he felt himself being torn open by that cock- "Please, it hurts-" He cried, his wolf was in extreme pain but also pleasure, and at that moment he saw something in his mind's eye that made him gasp just as Heracles pushed his cock further inside him-
A large black lion with red eyes laying down beside his grey wolf, his wolf yipped and wagged his tail to the lion, while the lion just looked down at him with a warm, affectionate gaze that burned the soul with so much love- His wolf was life an excited puppy bothering its mother, playfully biting and jumping on the lion who stood still, afraid of hurting the wolf, and that pleasant and cute scene faded as he felt electricity through his whole body as his prostate was once again abused, but this time it wasn't by a finger but by a large cock that was still somehow pushing further and further inside him in a deliciously slow but aggressive push: "Yeah, you take it so beautifully baby, my baby-" Groaning, Hercules felt his teeth enlarge and sharpen as the urge to bite the wolf grew- Mating Mark can be applied in many ways, but biting is the most common one, Heracles spent so much time in this world that he learned a lot from it, ever since he was born in 1920 till now he spent so much time learning things-
How to survive was his first lesson, how to kill was his second, how to resist was his third, how to defy was his fourth, how to break was his fifth, how to obey was his sixth, how to rebuild himself from rubbles- This ones he's still learning, but for the first time, he's learning how to let go of himself, even if for a few seconds, and enjoy the moment, and even learning how to love? Sure, he's not a virgin, he fucked anything that wanted his cock, but being vulnerable around someone is something he cannot put his mind around yet. The last time he cried was when his family died, just after he gor attached to them, after he loved them, they were taken from him. But still, he had his freedom, right?
His freedom was taken from him. But still, he had his mind right?
His mind was taken from him. And like that, slowly but surely, he had nothing left to loose and only to win! But now, now as his teeth sink into the tender and smooth flesh of the one that caught the attention of his lion, the only one that ever caught the attention of this prideful yet soft beast that was his only friend ever since he was a young, traumatized cub, that he edirenly named Mávros. This wolf caught the eye and satisfaction of his cold and cruel lion, making it act just like a touch-starved little cub that wanted hugs and kisses and affection- It was surprising, but not unwelcomed by Heracles st all! He tasted the iron on the blood in his mouth as his cock continued to move, faster and rougher inside the tiny wolf, who wept in pain and pleasure as his small cock trembled, he leaked without touching himself once at all! He lasted for about 10 minutes, the man beneath him was already a mess on the 3rd minute, and this was only the first round.
You see, Lions mate between 40 to 50 times a day, and a super powerful supernatural human-lion something else hybrid full of stamina and blue balls could fuck a lot! He counted 55 times that he cummed inside the poor wolf until his Mávros was satisfied enough to let him rest, don't get me wrong he can still go for another 150 rounds if he wants to, but he'll let his boy rest for now-
He looked at the clock and saw- After quick maths inside his mind, he spent 10 minutes between each fucking without a pause... 10 minutes times 55 is 550 minutes which is more or less 9 hours and 10 minutes? Something like that: "No wonder..." He sighed and took the passed out wolf in his arms, he was completely covered in his smell and cum, he had several bited across his body but only one Mate bite, sadly Heracles didn't have a mate bite since his skin is literally impossible to cut. He used his spark and manifested darkness around them before vanishing from their room, a room of the best hotel he had ownership over, he brought him there, teleporting through space faster than light itself.
He just willed himself there, and he was.
"Hmmm... Mávros likes his wolf, and i actually like him enough to keep him, so maybe marriage isn't that bad of an option..." Typical Heracles, he has to plan everything and be prepared, expect the unexpected or some shit like that! "Maybe in Taiwan? Thailand? I heard somewhere Italy's great this time of the year... Perhaps, Greece?" He thought back on his motherland and frowned, that place was technically his, since he owned it in pact of magic and blood- Yes, he's technically Greece's king, which makes him royalty, even though Greece is a democratic country.
I mean, if he wants to, he can steal a bank in Greece in broad daylight and no one would do shit about it, because that money is already his, every person in power answers to him because their blood is tied to that land and they obey his orders! He's Greece's Κυβερνήτης (Kyvernítis), or Κυβερνήτης του αίματος (Kyvernítis tou aímatos) which means Ruler of Blood- Basically, due to some shenanigans, going feral, dying, going to hell, being reborn and coming back as ruler of a hell dimension alongside powers he has no explanation of... He kinda did an ancient ritual that made his own blood reclaim the land he was born into, due to strength he gained magical ownership over greece and all those who were born there, magical or not, which made that place a paradise for the supernatural since he banished every single hunter from his Greece and even made some kill themselves.
The Ancient One tried to banish him from earth but after he made an oath to protect Earth and- It's complicated...
Anyway, time to take care of his puppy.
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