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“You’ve yet to take a bride, I hear,” Aspity said to Artemy one early spring evening at her house almost a year after the plague while his lover and he were there together. Artemy was the only one talking to her but she’d said it purposely loud enough for the other to hear. He looked at her wordlessly for a moment,
“I don’t plan on taking one, Sahba.”
“I know. Your relationship with the Bachelor is something I’m not ignoring but you need an heir. A child of your blood to carry on your family’s legacy.” Daniil rolled his eyes and scoffed, crossing his arms as Artemy gave him a pleading look, trying desperately to keep the peace,
“Look, I understand, but I’m not going to just leave the man I love.” Aspity rather frustratedly sighed at that,
“You know I’d never judge you for your choice of a lover but Dankovsky doesn’t seem all too… fertile. He’s a man. You could always find a willing bride to bear your children.”
“Khetey, please, can we continue this at another point?”
“Very well.” Later that night, Daniil was still in a poor mood from the conversation,
“That bitch, I can’t believe her.” He sat himself down on the edge of the bed, scowling with his arms crossed.
“It’s alright, Danya, she won’t force me to have children against my will.”
“And will the kin approve of that?” The silence that filled the room was evident enough what the answer to that was. “You’re not going to sacrifice your place among your people because of me. Not if I can help it.”
“What do you suppose we do then?” Daniil looked at him like he was stupid which was a look he basically never gave him,
“Artemy.”
“What?”
“What body parts do I have, hm? What do my genitals look like?”
“You know I can’t ask you to—”
“Would you be quiet for a moment? Thank you,” Daniil practically snapped at him before calmly thanking him. “Artemy, if I never wanted to even entertain the thought of bearing children I would’ve sterilized myself a long time ago. I want to have children with you. Even if I didn’t I’d bear with it just so I can prove her wrong.” He smirked, joking, “why, are you not even curious what I’d look like with your baby in me?”
“I…” Artemy was a bit dumbfounded. Daniil sighed, standing up and walking up to him, lithe arms snaking around his neck, thigh, and its knee coming in between his legs to rub at his clothed dick, eliciting a receptive reaction.
“Don’t make me beg,” he mumbled, pouting, sounding near-petulant, dark brown doe-eyes staring up at Artemy, pleading. “Please, Tyoma, put a baby in me.” Artemy’s mouth was dry, his cock ached, his mind going wild. He forced himself to speak,
“Fuck, Danya, I— of course, we’ll have a baby.” There was a small self-satisfied smile in response,
“I’m glad I was able to convince you.”
“I understand. But if we’re going to go through with this we have to do this the traditional way.”
“Which is?”
“It’s basically a wedding ceremony between a menkhu and his bride. You’ll have to come out into the steppe with me, dress as a bride, drink a herbal mixture, and lay with me in a tent.”
“Will anyone be watching us… consummate this marriage?”
“No, we’ll be given privacy.” Daniil laughed at him,
“And that’s it?? Artemy, I’ve been to college orgies wilder than that. That’s basically nothing. I’ll do it.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll let Sahba know tomorrow afternoon.”
“You’re still hard.”
“I am. Maybe you should do something about that.” Daniil gave him a smirk, sinking down into his knees, undoing the other man’s trousers,
“Maybe I will.” Come the next day, in the afternoon, Artemy approached Aspity,
“We talked and we’ve come to a conclusion.”
“And?” She asked, her eyebrow raised like an exasperated mother.
“Daniil agreed to be my bride.” Before Aspity could respond he spoke again, “he’s plenty fertile, Khetey. He’s more than willing to bear my children. He wasn’t born with the body of a man.” Her eyes flashed with a moment of understanding and she scoffed,
“If you had told me of his difference in body parts I would’ve been more willing to suggest you take him as your bride in the first place. And he is willing to partake in the ritual?”
“Yeah, I told him about it.”
“Good. Tell him the ritual will take place on the first day of summer.”
“Alright, I will. Thank you, Khetey.”
When the first day of summer came, the two young men went into the steppe together late in the afternoon. Arriving at the village out there, the two were separated for a small stretch of time. This wasn’t new for Artemy, he knew how the marriage ceremony between a menkhu and his bride was supposed to go. The clothing for both parties was rather lacking, thankfully the summer heat made the lack of proper clothing bearable. The menkhu and the bride are both given wreaths of grass and twyre, they are barefoot, sigils of the Khatanghe are painted onto their skin with red clay; and finally, they are brought in front of each other, face to face. Artemy found himself a little shaken by the sight of Daniil dressed in the garb of a bride, the ragged slip left almost nothing up to the imagination, the fabric hung on him in a way that seemed if he touched him the cloth would rip, the sigils contrasted beautifully with his pale skin; god, he looked amazing.
The kin midwife walked the two through what was to come next. Giving them each a flask of some twyre-based drink, she explained that the herbal mixture was an aphrodisiac that also greatly improved the chances of creating an heir. The two mixtures were made individually for both sexes. The menkhu had the bride’s specific drink that induced ovulation, the bride had the menkhu’s drink that increased the virility of the healer’s seed. They gave each other their individual drinks, downing them quickly. She led them to a small-ish yurt, letting them have their privacy.
“What do we do now?” Daniil asked his husband.
“I think you know. The others will be outside but they’ll be busy.”
“How long will the mixture last?”
“About forty-eight hours or more. They’ll bring us food and water periodically and we can take breaks,” Artemy paused, pressing himself up against his husband’s back, the tell-tale hardness of an erection there more obvious than ever, the couple finding themselves more and more affected by the herbal mixture. He wrapped his arms around his husband’s center as Daniil instinctively tilted his head to the side a bit so that the other man could press his nose into the crook of his neck and inhale a deep whiff of his scent. Artemy let out a gruff groan,
“You smell so good.” At this point, Artemy was already practically humping his husband’s backside desperately, a big paw of a hand coming to pull the slip off of the Bachelor’s shoulders, the cloth tearing, falling off of him, and pooling around his ankles. He groped at a breast, Daniil shivered, his own hand coming to touch Artemy’s hand that was fondling his chest.
“Fuck, I feel… I’m so wet,” Daniil brushed his fingers up against the folds of his cunt, moaning at the stimulation, finding he was rather over-sensitive to the mere touch of a hand.
“I want… I need you,” his other hand came to press against Daniil’s front, stroking his stomach. “I need to fill you up. I wanna breed you so bad.” Artemy whimpered, honest to god whimpered, like some little puppy whining for attention. Daniil had half a mind to find it cute. He sighed, trying to steady his breathing,
“Then take me. I’m yours.” They made it to the bed, fortunately without much delay. Daniil laid back, completely bare in the front of his husband as he lay down gazing at Artemy through hooded eyes as the other sat on his haunches after removing his own clothes. Now that they were facing each other, Daniil could see that Artemy was completely naked at this point and there was a deep ravenous hunger in his stormy eyes that made the other young man feel like the helpless prey that was caught by a predator. He looked at him, begging for permission,
“Danya, please, let me put a baby in you.”
“Come here,” as soon as he said that Daniil was tackled by his husband. He was flipped onto his front, ass in the air as his upper half was pressed into the mattress by a strong rough hand. Artemy wasted little time thrusting his length into his husband, making Daniil yelp in pain and a small amount of pleasure. “Easy,” he gasped. “Don’t break me on the first round.”
“Right I— I’m sorry,” Artemy whined again. “I love you. I wanna give it to you so bad. You’ll look so good with my child in you, Danya.” Daniil couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of the other man’s cock splitting him open and the way Artemy rambled on about impregnating him. Which was a thrilling concept, to be honest. Daniil always wanted to have a child of his own. And the thought of Artemy ravishing him in the tent, rutting into him like a wild animal, filling him with his virile seed— absolutely wrecking his cunt, and watching his belly swell with life… it was too much, overwhelming even. It was probably the aphrodisiac doing most of the talking, to be honest… not that he had any objections to it.
“Then do it. Give me a child,” Artemy groaned at that, beginning to thrust his hips as slow as he could, his pace picking up gradually until he was fucking him in earnest. Their lovemaking was animalistic. Daniil felt delirious; head clouded, and over-sensitive, feeling things too much, incredibly turned on by the wet smacking of skin on skin and the way the menkhu’s balls slapped against his ass was almost too much. It felt so good, Artemy mounting him from behind like… like a bull, ironically enough. It was exciting, he thought, how intimidatingly strong and virile his husband was. He let out a very loud yowl as he felt his lover’s cockhead brush up against the softened and heightened walls of his cervix, firmly reminding him what was going to happen within the confines of the tent. He wasn’t going to be leaving this place until he was pregnant, was he? At this point, he couldn’t care less. His body ached to be bred, like his only purpose in life was to birth his husband’s children. Both men lost themselves in their lovemaking, hot, sweaty, and delirious from lust.
“Fuck, Kheerkhen,” Artemy rasped, still kneeling, pressing his husband into the mattress, the position driving his manhood deeper and deeper into the other man’s wet velvet sheath. “You’re doing so good, taking my cock so good.”
“Artemy— please. Breed me, make me yours!”
“I will don’t worry. I’ll give us a child, I promise.” He sighed lovingly, looking down at him with a look of adoration, thrusting his hips harder and harder. “You’ll look so gorgeous once you’re carrying my children. It’d be such a sight, the esteemed Bachelor Danovsky all soft and pregnant. You have no idea how spoiled you and the little ones will be.”
“Children, you say? More than one?” Daniil let out a laugh, smirking at his husband only for it to be wiped off his face as Artemy thrust particularly hard into the man’s cunt, forcing a wail out of him.
“What’s a few more kids?” Artemy rasped, laughing as well. “Gonna pump as many babies as I can in you.”
“If this is your plan to make me your knocked up little housewife, then I’d hate to admit that it’s working.”
“Not originally what I had in mind but now that you mention it I might have to do that. The thought of keeping you barefoot and pregnant all the time sounds perfect.” The mewl Daniil let out was truly pathetic,
“This position is so degrading it feels like I’m being mounted by an animal.”
“We’ll you’re acting like a bitch in heat so the comparison isn’t too far off.” Daniil let out a yowl, throwing his head towards Artemy,
“Oh! You— that is so unfair,” he tried protesting. Artemy let out a loud grunt in response, moaning loudly as his hips stuttered, reaching his climax, before thrusting inside once again and blowing his load inside his husband; warmth and semen flooding Daniil’s cunt. They caught their breath, only for a second before Artemy pulled out and flipped his husband over to face him. The man beneath’s face was flushed,
“How’re you doing?”
“Good,” he brushed his fingers up against his used hole, moaning upon feeling the hot sticky come leaking from his body. “You came so much, Darling. I want more.”
“More you say?” Artemy replied with a grin, unable to fight the instinctive urge to push his seed back into his husband’s come-glazed cunt.
“If you can manage it.”
“I can.”
“Then do it.” Artemy laughed at that, kissing his husband sweetly on the lips before pushing Daniil’s legs back towards his chest, creating a better angle for him to fuck him in. His cock was still erect, painfully so. He took his erection in hand and pushed it back into the inviting wetness of the other man’s cunt, groaning as he began to thrust slowly back in and out again. He groped his lover’s breasts, humming appreciatively,
“Can’t wait for these to get full. I’m gonna enjoy milking you before the baby gets here.”
“Milk me? What am I, a cow?”
“Yeah, obviously. You’re gonna be my knocked up little cow and I’ll keep you knocked up for as long as possible so I can get as much milk from those cute tits as I can,” he said in a deadpanned tone but obviously joking. Daniil moaned, laughing through it despite the way his husband’s pace quickened,
“Very funny.” Artemy sped up, groaning,
“You’re mine, Kheerkhen, all mine. Our lines are intertwined completely.”
“Yes! I’m yours!” He was, as Artemy was his. He loved this man more than anything, but there was a baser, more primal, darker part of Artemy that reveled in their mating. This man was his bride, his, and would always be his. He would fill his belly with his seed, again and again, claim and breed him like an animal, making him crave the feeling of come flooding his cunt and womb.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant again as soon as you’ve given birth and I’m gonna keeping getting you pregnant until you can’t have anymore, whether you like it or not.” Daniil made an embarrassing noise,
“I love it when you talk like that. Oh, fuck!” He yelped when Artemy sped up again, practically folding him in half as he fucked harder and deeper into him, bullying the young man’s poor softened cervix with the head of his massive cock. Tears streamed down the Bachelor’s face as he was fucked practically within an inch of his life. Artemy kissed his cheek, comparatively sweet to the bruising merciless pace he was setting,
“Want me to continue talking?” Daniil sniffled, nuzzling his cheek against Artemy’s face, looking up at him with nothing but love and adoration,
“Please, Darling.” His husband nodded, kissing him passionately on the lips, parting and mumbling into the other man’s ear,
“If you want me to stop anything at any moment tell me and I will do it immediately, okay?”
“Okay.” Artemy grinned, slamming his hips against Daniil’s ass,
“You’re my property, Danya, my reward. You won’t need to get a job now that we’re married, you’ll be too busy taking care of my kids. I’ll keep you in that nightgown you have, the really thin one, with nothing else underneath so I can see your cute little tits and baby bump every day and I’ll have access to that tight fucking cunt whenever I want to. I won’t care what you’re doing in the moment I’ll fuck you anywhere at any time, I don’t care if you don’t want it, because I’ll make you want it when I’m done with you.”
“Yes! I’m yours! I’m your property! I won’t even fight back, I promise!!” Daniil screamed out, loud heaving grunts being forced out from his throat as the sheer intense impact of their hips slapping together. He was sure that anyone and everyone partaking in the celebration outside could hear him at this point. “Artemy! Artemy, please, put a baby in me, I’m begging you.” He was still crying as he was fucked, eyes and face red and blotchy, nose runny, lips swollen from saline tears and teeth biting the flesh.
“I,” Artemy started to respond but moaned loudly when his husband’s pussy clenched around his cock hard. “Danya, fuck, I love you so much.” He brutalized his husband’s hole, his cock bumping painfully against his cervix again and again.
“I love you too,” he whimpered back. “You’re everything to me.” They continued their frantic feral lovemaking, Daniil finally coming on his husband’s cock with a caterwaul of a scream, before Artemy’s slammed into him once more, flooding his hole with more semen. The couple caught their breaths, shifting their position to a more comfortable one, nothing but heavy breathing filling the air, the two locked eyes before bursting into collective laughter. Artemy let out a sharp bark of laughter, pressing his face into his husband’s neck to hide his expression.
“Mother Boddho, help me, my husband’s a freak in bed,” he said, kissing Daniil’s neck in between words. “And I’m madly in love with him.” Daniil laughed at the comment, grabbing Artemy by the face to look him in the eyes, struggling to withhold his laughter so that he could speak,
“You’re a surprisingly good actor for an emotionally constipated surgeon, have I ever told you that? You play a depraved misogynistic husband very believably.” Artemy made a very unattractive snort, grinning proudly,
“Do I?” He wiped away the tears from his husband’s face.
“You do,” Daniil replied. “And it’s so unbelievably hot.” Artemy kissed him on the lips, making a small low purring hum, sighing tiredly through his nose, still nothing but happy,
“I’m so fucking exhausted.”
“Then we can take a break, that goddamn monster between your legs practically carved up my insides. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve bruised my cervix, I’m not going to be able to walk for quite a while.” He nodded,
“Want me to pull out?”
“No, something needs to keep all of your come in me it might as well be your cock. I’ll keep it warm for you don’t worry.” The menkhu moaned at the remark, his cock twitching a little with interest at the offer despite his body’s evident lack of energy,
“You’re such a lovable depraved little slut. I love you so much.”
“In my defense, you do nothing but encourage it, Tyoma.”
“That’s fair enough,” he said. There was a pause in the conversation, the two pulling a blanket over themselves as the chill of the evening crept in. Artemy eventually pulled out of his husband. Groaning in appreciation at the sight of Daniil’s thoroughly wreck, come-stuffed pussy, admiring the mess he’d made. He sighed thoughtfully, looking up at his husband, “I know it’s way too early to be thinking about this but I can’t stop imagining what our kids are gonna be like. Is that stupid?”
“Sentimental and sappy? Yes, absolutely. Stupid? Not at all,” Daniil gave him a small peck on the lips, his hands coming to run their fingers in the other man’s hair. “Tell me more, Darling.”
“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about the baby’s gender. A small part of me wants a son so I can teach him about the lines but more of me doesn’t care and wants a little girl instead.”
“If she looks like you I think I’d cry with joy. A little girl with blonde hair like yours would be adorable.”
“And if she looks like you?” Artemy asked, smilingly fondly, his hand coming to gently scratch at the dark chest hair on his husband. Daniil scoffed at the question,
“I’ll be mildly disappointed for about half a minute and then I’d be utterly infatuated with her.”
“Good answer.”
“I can only assume how hairy a boy with my and my family’s genes will be. Father had the most impressive beard in pictures I saw of him as a young soldier.”
“Now you’ve got me imagining how freakishly tall he’d be if he was more like Father and me.” Daniil made a faux noise of disgust, a smile on his face as he traced several scars on Artemy’s body with his fingers,
“Christ, I hope not. I’m already dwarfed by you. I’m not about to let myself get outgrown by my own child either.” Artemy laughed at the remark, his hand caressing Daniil’s cheek,
“Then here’s hoping we have a girl, then. I mean there are superstitions among the kin about a child’s gender manifesting certain way depending on what foods the mother eats during pregnancy.” The Bachelor smiled fondly at the anecdote,
“I mean, if your people’s land can hold all sorts of improbable things then I don’t mind trying that.” He shrugged, a little bashful at the concept.
“They’re your people too now, remember? You’re one of us now.”
“Yes, of course. It’ll take time to adjust to that mindset but you’re right.”
“The fact that you’re making an attempt is more than enough to me,” Artemy said with nothing but love in his eyes. It felt surreal, the fact that his partner was willing to practically upend his life and way of thinking out of love for him— and the fact that he did it with such grace… it made him love Daniil Dankovsky even more.