Battle Hunger (Axe x Xin)

The river seemed to shimmer in the post-battle gloom, the slowly setting sun casting a shadow off the numerous corpses littering the waterway. This was always the Axe’s favorite part of war; the crows picking at carrion, the unnatural calm settling like a warm blanket of the survivors. The post-battle high had always put Khan in good mood. He moved down the line of casualties, striking his axe here and there. Even though the creeps were essentially mindless constructs, executions were always a comfort to the oglodi.

Today though, the battle had left him with another urge, one altogether rare but just as easily sated. He whistled a noteless tune and headed up the hill into the Dire’s now empty jungle. Finding a rather large tree, he struck his axe deep into the trunk of it before settling down with his back up against it. He ran his hand over his groin, brushing over his concealed hardness and unbuckling his belt in the process. The Axe’s red soldier stood at attention, its head glistening in the in the twilight. He eagerly gripped the base, licking his lips a little as he stroked the head with his other hand. Khan’s muscles rippled with tension as he lightly ran his palm over the fat tip of his cock, smearing pre over the rough red skin.

“Your fire lacks discipline.” A soft voice said right into the Axe’s ear. He jumped up and whirled around, dislodging his weapon from the tree in one hard yank. “Stay your blade my friend. I am not here to harm you. It is only I, Xin.” The newcomer added. The short but muscular male stood to the side of the tree with an outstretched hand and a smile, beckoning the other male to resume his place on the ground.
“What brings you into Axe’s personal bubble!?” The oglodi demanded, his hard length swinging freely as he didn’t bother to hitch up his pants. Xin was dressed rather conservatively opposite him, his chest bared and his legs covered by his usual metal skirt.
“I wish only to teach. You are well-learned in war, this is known. But your skills in self-pleasure, to be frank, are quite lacking. Balance is needed in all things, pain and ecstasy are no different. The teachings of Xin are clear in this.” The red male stepped forward, undoing his own belt and letting his skirt drop. His penis was the same shimmering red of the rest of his body, and the blunt head of it was a rich yellow. All 8 inches of it stood at attention, rounding out with a set of hairless shiny testicles. “Shall we start the lesson?” He said with a cock of his head.

Axe was confused; This was no simple matter! To be challenged in the Red Mist soldier was to be called weak, but his training had not accounted for masturbation of course. “Very well teacher. You may instruct Axe, but if Axe does not like it, Axe will take your head!” He said loudly. Xin rolled his eyes a little and belonged the oglodi to sit against the tree, something the other male did quickly.

“Much like training, pleasure is a different experience when it is with another. I will instruct you, in hopes that someday you may instruct me.” The spirit intoned, stepping over Axe’s sitting form. He seemed to control the flames emanating from his body, stifling them as he lowered to his knees in front of Axe. “First lesson. Learn humility at the hands of your partner.” He wrapped several bulging fingers around Axe’s length, squeezing the shaft hard. The other male bucked in response, letting out a throaty gasp. “Patience is a virtue, and warriors should be virtuous in all they do.” Xin’s other hand reached under and cupped Axe’s ample ball sac, rolling the weighty, hairy orbs around in his very warm palm. “Conflict is a dance we all do, and each relationship is in and of itself a small conflict for power.” He released his grip and flattened his palm on the shaft, pressing that hardness right up against the oglodi’s toned abs. A small drop of pre beaded from its tip to run over his chiseled musculature, even at the spirit’s palm moved up his shaft. “Harmony must be earned. It is a victory all its own.” He kept his palm flat, drawing it up the shaft and over the head, fingers curling around the head to rub right along its ridge. Axe started to sweat now from the heat radiating off of Xin, drops of it running down his chest and inner thighs. The spirit merely kept his hand in place, tracing the curve of Axe’s cockhead over and over again with his fingertips, drawing more and more pre out of him. “Without adequate preparation, knowledge becomes ignorance.” He slathered his pre coated fingers down Axe’s shaft, shifting himself forward until his own member was own inches away from it. Xin loomed over the oglodi and placed a hand on the tree trunk behind his partner to balance himself.

“Now comes the true lesson.” He pressed his body against Axe’s, his rock hard member pressing against the male’s under him. Xin grasped both their dicks in his large palm, stroking them together stickily even as his lips moved in to meet Axe’s. His hot tongue invaded the buff male under him, heating the oglodi up on the inside even as he worked on him outside. Axe writhed under the hot body atop him, eagerly opening up his mouth to that invading tongue. What he had known before was child’s play, and he was eager to learn more! Mogul Khan wrapped his broad sinewy hands around the spirit’s tones rear, splaying his fingers over the perfectly sculpted muscles. Xin pulled out of the kiss, still stroking dicks together. “Very good! As with a duel, it is not enough to know yourself; you must know your opponent as well.” He wrapped his lips around one of Axe’s fat nipples in response, biting the tip between his teeth.

Xin’s own fiery pre bubbled over the tip of his cock and flowed freely over the other male’s crotch. He picked up the pace, running his palm up and down in precise, practiced strokes, Axe now bucking wildly underneath him, the oglodi apparently close. “Thus ends the lesson.” Xin stated calmly, giving those hairy red balls a hard squeeze. That seemed to be the tipping point for Axe, long ropes of seed splattering over his muscled chest and all over the spirit’s own. “Drink deep of flame’s knowledge.” Xin Sid simply, giving one more small jerk before standing and releasing his own orgasm right on Axe’s face, painting the red male with long strings of exceedingly hot seed.

“You must train harder. Next time we meet I hope to have a challenge.” Xin whispered, stepping into his skirt and buckling it on. With a silent nod, he stepped into the forest and banished from sight, leaving a very sticky but very satisfied Axe.