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Mimir felt as alive as he did when he had his body. His body that moved and walked and indulged itself in Ludacris affairs with the gamahuching and doing the hanky panky. Now he sat neatly on the table - at the perfect height to embrace a god's hammer. "Come along now, brother." He was up since dawn.
"Coming."
He certainly would. Now that Atreus was gone most of the day, kratos found it hard to pass the time. He quickly discovered that mimir was good at...well.. giving head. Sure it was a little messy as it seeped through his neck, but the use of his tongue was exquisite. Almost as good as Faye.
"I gotta say, lad, I never expected you of all people would find joy with little old Mimir." He teased, smacking his lips together. His eyes had a glint of hunger.
"Quiet, head." He growled. His steps were heavy. The sound of leather mixed with the dangling of chains filled the sudden silence. They were quiet. And the God of war loomed over, never blinking as he began to undo his pteruges.
"Now can't say I never wondered about your wee lad." He saw it many times before at this point, but he always expected it to be pinker and warmer.
"Right then." He coughed when he noticed Kratos' condescending stare, "let's get to it. The day's almost up."
"Well? What are you waiting for? I'm just a head." He would give him satisfaction if he so wished it, but he was pretty limited what with him not having arms and all. Kratos didn't argue. Instead he busied himself with his hands to help erect his column.
"See! You're quite capable when you aren't arguing, my brother. I'd be erect if I had...well.." His eyes darted downward. It was an indication of having no body.
"If I didn't cut of your head you'd be stuck in a tree." He replied matter a factly; his strumming of his instrument never ceasing. "Get to it."
"So impatient. Very well, let me at it."
It was kratos that had to keep the momentum. Mimir was strapped well enough to stay still without fear of falling over. But the man had to hold onto the top of the rope as he thrusting with such liveliness. Each thrust resulted in his cock poking the back of mimirs throat. He gurgled and cough. Yet he kept at it. His tongue twisted around the cock like a snake following thr speed of his motion.
The God of war was holding on. He reached back and let the tip of his member rest on mimirs tongue. The head nibbled at the tip and sucked on the juices that began to seep through. Though he need not eat, he still enjoyed the taste of things.
"....head..." kratos' breathing was ragged. His body quivering as his hands were now clenched. He was radiating strange energy as mimir swirled his tongue on the underside; searching ever fold for secrets yet to be discovered. That only made the God crumble underneath the pressure. He roared, letting go as he filled with rage - a violent burst stopping the head from continuing! Ashen sperm with red stains overflowed mimirs mouth as they dripped onto his beard and dripped onto the table.
"You're not lasting as long, brother."
"No." He was calm again.
"Perhaps I remind you of her?"
"Only with your tongue, head."
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Kratos hastily reassembled his pteruges. Neither exchanged words at this point. Mimir chuckled in quiet victory knowing he was growing on the God of war.
"Don't forget to clean this up. We don't want the boy seeing this." His job tending to the wolves was almost done and they risked exposing their secret.
Kratos only muttered and grunted, wiping away the ashen sperm with a cloth.
BOOM! thunder roared and lightning danced, snapping close to his home. "ATREUS!" His heart sank; he hadn't seen the boy and this sudden change could only mean one thing: something was brewing. He scrambled to the door as a frightened father now.
BOOM! it went again! This time it hit the roof with urgency. It was violent. It was ready to snipe for a kill. He was afraid. "ATREUS!" He yelled again, forcing the door open.
There, in front of him, was a burly man with large hands and a piercing gaze. "I heard your call." His voice cut right through the thunder, "You have room for one more?"
"Oh dear, this is not good." Mimir didn't think he could handle two monstrous God cocks.