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This is very loosely inspired by Snek's lovely Priest AU If I Fall. Albeit from a pagan perspective and not the Catholic one Snek used. Shota moved around his dwelling, the robes he was wearing swirling around his legs. Glancing over to make sure his ceremonial robes were in place for the ceremony later, Shota lifted the bottle of oil he always used for the anointing before the ceremony. Being the Goddess’s emissary had its perks, and this was one of his favorite ones. Private time alone with the Holly King to prepare his transition to the Oak King was something Shota had come up with himself, but no one had ever questioned it when he took over Nana’s position several years ago. Turning to view the Holly King, the symbolic Lord of the Hunt, his very own life partner, and love, Toshinori, Shota felt satisfaction curl in his belly. He was grateful Toshinori had been chosen by the Goddess all those years ago to represent the god of fertility, growth, death, and rebirth. Eventually, another would be chosen, but by then Shota would be passing his duties on to young Shoto, who even now seemed suited for service in the Goddess’s name. Approaching Toshinori, who was currently lying nude on Shota’s blankets and furs, Shota allowed his glance to roam over the Holly King. In this form, Toshinori was long and lanky. His Holly King form was older, and with age came wisdom, patience, and the mysteries of the harvest. Toshinori’s distinctive coloring had always captivated Shota. From the first moment he’d seen the towering man he’d been breathless at sight of the golden hair, piercing blue eyes, and determination emanating within Toshinori. Slowly pulling his own robes off and laying them to the side, Shota poured some oil onto his hand before setting it down on the ground within reach, with the stopper intact. Climbing onto his bed, Shota rubbed the oil between his hands, keeping his eyes on Toshinori as he settled them on the other man’s thighs. “The Goddess is pleased with her vessel, Toshinori. She has given me permission to bless you in her name. Close your eyes and receive the bliss of Arianrhod, Cerridwen, & Madron,” Shota intoned as Toshinori’s eyes sparkled at him before closing obediently. Running his oiled hands up Toshinori’s inner thighs, Shota smirked at the blonde’s inhaled breath. Placing slow kisses up Toshinori’s body, Shota took care to pay homage to the angry red death flower on his lover’s side. The blonde had received this wound in battle for his Goddess, and in her name (as well as for himself) Shota made sure to lavish all of Toshinori’s scars, but this one in particular. Carefully placing his hands on Toshinori’s hips, Shota glanced up to make sure those blue eyes were still closed, before releasing a careful breath over his lover’s half-hard erection. “The crops were good this year, the harvest better than average. This vessel is indeed well chosen,” he breathed before slowly running his tongue up the length of Toshinori’s shaft. Blue eyes flew open as Toshinori gasped, arching into the feel of Shota’s tongue. Hands clenched in the bedding around him, Toshinori waited for permission to touch, knowing until Shota was done giving his benediction he would have to wait. Dark eyes smirked at him as Shota muttered lowly, “In the name of the Goddess I serve, I worship at the alter of her chosen one.” Slowly, carefully, Shota took his lover’s cock into his mouth, keeping one hand on Toshinori’s hip for balance as he offered the other for his lover to grip. Strong fingers entwined with his own as Toshinori fought to lay still, keeping his body from arching into the hot, wet heat surrounding it. For several long, slow moments, Shota savored the long, thick taste of Toshinori in his mouth, before coming up off to place a kiss on the tip. “And so, in her name, I thank you for your service and ask that you continue to serve in her name. What say you, Toshinori?” “Yes, for as long as she’ll have me. I’ve given my life and my livelihood to serve my Goddess and my people. And when the time comes, I will train the next servant,” Toshinori said lowly, eyes pinned to Shota’s. Words they’d been murmuring to each other every Solstice for years, similar to wedding vows, but on a different level. As long as Toshinori had pledged himself to the Goddess, Shota had pledged himself to both of them. They were as connected as any spouses in their service to the land, the people, the Goddess, and each other. Shota felt the Goddess’s pleasure at the response and gave his own words back. “The Goddess gladly accepts your body and your vow, Toshinori. The pact has been sealed, once again. Until next Solstice when our vows will be renewed once more, we shall serve Her and our people.” Shota closed his eyes as the will of the Goddess left him to himself once more. Slowly inhaling, he opened his eyes to see Toshinori watching him. “You can touch me now, Toshi,” he said softly. Huge, gentle hands moved to cradle his face as Toshinori pulled Shota up to lay next to him in the bedding. “As much as I love the Goddess’s grace, touching you like this, just the two of us, means the world to me,” the blonde murmured before pulling Shota into a chaste kiss. “Hmmm, you just don’t like not being able to get your hands on me,” Shota said with a laugh as Toshinori tugged him in closer. “And now that it is just the two of us, what would you have me do?” With a smile of his own, Toshinori ran his tongue over Shota’s bottom lip before nipping it playfully. “I want to lay you down, make your writhe on my tongue, then fuck you until we both come. How does that sound, my love?” Shota felt himself harden as the image filled his mind. “That ah…yes. Yes, I would like that very much,” he finally answered to Toshinori’s chuckle. This would be their last chance for Toshinori to fuck Shota for some time. Once he became the Oak King his seed would be needed for countless mixtures. Some for the land, some for women seeking to get with child, and in some very rare cases some to help with illnesses. The seed of the Oak King was representative of the Goddess and her fertility and abundance. Toshinori only got to fuck Shota as the Holly King, and so, they would both enjoy this last time until the next solstice. With a hungry smile, Toshinori rolled Shota so he lay underneath the taller man. Taking his time to work his way down Shota’s body, which had its own scars won in service to their Goddess, Toshinori paused to reach for the bottle of oil. Making sure the stopper was still properly in, he set the bottle within easy reach before making his way back up Shota’s body to kiss him properly. After they were both flushed and gasping, Toshinori gently rolled Shota onto his belly, moving down to part his lover’s legs. Pushing his thighs slightly farther apart, Toshinori nudged at Shota’s ass with his nose, letting his lover know his intention. With a low rumble, Shota nodded his head, then turned to lay his face on his pillow. Toshinori spread his cheeks further apart with his fingers, then gently at first, began to probe Shota’s ass with his tongue. Before long he was nipping and sucking at the opening, then pushing his tongue in further, relishing the squirming it wrought from his partner. When Shota was worked up enough that he was giving short, sobbing breaths, Toshinori pulled back to place small, soothing kisses on the other man’s thighs. “Shh, love. Let me just…” Toshinori slowly moved him into the position he wanted, Shota’s elbows down on the bed with his ass pointing toward Toshinori’s face. The blonde ran his hands down Shota’s trembling thighs, checking to see that his knees would hold the position before reaching for the bottle of oil. Pouring a generous amount into his hand, Toshinori placed the stopper back in before thoroughly coating his cock in the oil. Shota moaned at the sound Toshinori made as he readied himself, pushing his knees further apart on the bedding. “Slowly now,” Toshinori cautioned as he lined himself up and began pushing into his lover. Dark hair moved against the bedding as Shota turned his head to muffle his cries, ever aware that they were in his lodgings and not Toshinori’s where he could be as loud as he liked. About half-way in Shota pushed his hips back to take the rest of Toshinori in at once, causing both of them to moan. “I told you slowly,” Toshinori protested, leaning forward to place his head against Shota’s heaving back. “You went slow enough,” Shota growled back. “Just get in me already, Toshi.” There always came a point in their lovemaking when the genteel manners Shota wore as the Goddess’s emissary melted away and he became a wanton, needy thing. Toshinori considered it his privilege to be one of the very few who ever saw this side of Shota. Taking just a moment to adjust to the feeling of all of Toshinori inside of him, Shota hummed in satisfaction before snapping his hips back again. “Don’t hold back, I won’t get this again until next solstice,” Shota said lowly. Running his hand down Shota’s side in acknowledgment, Toshinori raised himself up enough to get the leverage he needed before beginning to fuck Shota. His dark-haired lover turned his head to bite his pillow, muffling his cries as Toshinori shook his body with each thrust. Neither of them lasted long on these nights, just before the transformation from Holly to Oak King. With a muffled scream, Shota shook with his orgasm, letting Toshinori know he could let go himself. Knowing Shota would want him to finish inside, Toshinori gave himself over to a few quick, shallow thrusts, allowing his seed to fall inside his lover. Once finished, he pulled out, scooted down to place a quick kiss over Shota’s ass where Toshinori’s seed was going to seep out over the next few hours, then lay down next to his love. Shota let loose a very satisfied sound as Toshinori snuggled up behind him. “We’ve got a bit to rest before we have to dress for the ceremony. Was that enough to hold you over until next solstice?” Toshinori burrowed his nose into Shota’s neck, loving the smell of sex on his lover. Shota gave a satiated chuckle, grabbing Toshinori’s hand to place a kiss in the palm. “It’ll do. Besides, I know how much you love getting fucked during your time as the Oak King. You’re going to be loving life for the next little bit.” “You know me too well, love,” Toshinori acknowledged with a smile. “But I do enjoy giving you what you crave, as well.” “Mmm and I enjoy getting it,” Shota murmured. “I supposed we should get up and dress. How is Izuku’s training coming along?” Toshinori sighed, kissed Shota’s shoulder, then grudgingly climbed out of the bedding. “He will be a worthy vessel in a few years. The Goddess has chosen wisely with him. And young Shoto will do well as her emissary. I have no worries for the land or our people.” Shota rolled over to watch Toshinori clean himself off before getting out of the bedding himself to clean up. Approaching the blonde, he pulled him down into a chaste kiss. “The Goddess chose well with you, Toshi. Nana suggested me, but you were purely the Goddess’s choice. It has been my honor to serve her and you over the years.” Toshinori gave a small smile, pulling the dark-haired emissary into his embrace. “I love you too, Shota.” Here are a few links I used as basic research for this fic - History of Ireland
Mystic Familiar
Earth Witchery