Hidden Desires (zajawa & BlissfulEternity)
 

Forever. That's how long it felt to Arion since he had last been summoned. The worst part about leaving this realm and returning was missing everything the human realm had. The sun, the food, the water, the dirt, the animals, and the people. None of it was present in the realm known as Arcessentes. It was a blessing and a curse. To those who had the privilege to travel to both realms, they would know just how beautiful Arcessented was. Green grass, bright skies, rivers made of crystal and suns made of water. It was stunning...but once you were summoned, things didn't feel the same anymore. Everything in the human world felt so...real. You couldn't feel the sun beat on your chest in the Realm of Summons, or the wind blow across your body. You couldn't feel the green grass between your toes or watch the snow fall. Everything in the human world was so physical. Arion missed all of it.

The blue-haired summon laid against a tree, completely naked, gazing at his home world. He loved it, loved it very dearly, but he was tired of it. He longed to be summoned back to the world of Humans, but he knew better. He was just a summon. His feelings didn't matter. His only purpose was to serve whoever summoned him. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed as he closed his eyes. How much longer must he wait to live again? It was a question that tormented him for decades on end.

Arion watched as a set of pale blue runes appeared all across his chest in arms. They started to glow, emitting a bright blue light. He knew what this meant. He was being summoned! Finally his wish had come true! Arion looked around at his realm, Arcessentes, the realm of Summons, and drank in the vista. It would be the last time he would see these sights for possible decades to come. As the light of his runes grew brighter and brighter, Arion closed his eyes, not wanting to be blinded. All sorts of thoughts ran through his head. What was he being summoned to do? He was known as a fighter-type summon, used mainly in battles and wars. Who was his summoner? Given his status and rank, it would take a powerful summoner to bring him into the realm of humans. He thought perhaps it was a powerful military general summoning him to defend or attack a territory.

The blue-haired summon opened his eyes when he felt his feet touch the ground again. What he saw wasn't what he expected. No sun. No skies. No grass. No wind. Nothing he saw reminded him of the world he knew. All he saw were red walls. Turning around, he did see everything he imagined. Sun, blue skies, green grass. It was on the wall, surrounded by a thick, ridged, white border. Arion poked it, thinking it to be some kind of portal and imagining to feel the wetness of the water, but it was anything but. It felt dry and stiff. Arion poked at it some more, which only caused it to drop on the floor, the border shattering on the floor.

Confused, Arion turned around, looking for his summoner. His eyes scanned the room, and there was no one there but one meek looking male. Compared to Arion, who was completely naked and brimming with masculinity, from his bulging muscles to low-hanging manhood, his summoner looked tiny. Logically, he concluded that this man must have been the one to summon him. Arion was quite surprised, but impressed to know that this man had the skill to summon him. "Hello summoner, I am Arion of Arcessentes, the realm of Summoner." Arion got on one naked knee and knelt before his rightful master. "I am yours to do as you please." He ended with, waiting for his Master's permission to stand up.

Asterius was waiting, his heart beating fast when the circle started emitting bright blue light. It should be red but in his drunken state he wasn't able to notice that. When on the middle af the circle started to form something he couldn't help being excited. One minute later he was standing stunned, looking on the big guy. He was huge! Asterius almost felt small compared to him and he was considered a muscular man. When the man.. creature started to poke the painting he had on one of the walls he couldn't help but smile nervously.

When big man turned around he blushed seeing his junk. He looked away but then once again at the creature when it knelt before him stating his name and that he was ready to do as he please. Wait, wait... Arion... Arion.. Shit! That Arion? The one that was summoned to help Wizard Norishri to defeat hordes of undead?!
"Fuck... Why everything I do turns.. just so...", he sat on the couch, massaging his temples and then looked at Arion. "Please.. stand up.. You shouldn't be kneeling before a common summoner like me. I think.. I made a mistake.. or something... Agh! Shit! This day sucks so much. Look I'm drunk, lost the love of my life and wanted to summon ideal lover for me. As you see I summoned you.. the big guy.. hero ideal for wars.. Sorry.. I will send you back when I'm sober. Now go.. have some fun while you are here.."
God he wanted to cry! He leaned back and looked in the ceiling. Or better. Why not to die?! Fuck! She would be just happy with that...

Arion watched as his summoner started to freak out. The blue-haired summon was used to seeing people panic and stress out. However, he never witnessed his own summoner meltdown like this. Usually the humans who summoned him were calm, cool and collected. They were humans of strategy and intellect. Arion wanted to believe that this man conjured him by sheer dumb luck, but the fact of the the matter was that whoever summoned him required an immense amount of power and skill. As meek as this human looked, he was much more powerful than even he imagined.

When the man commanded him to stand, he did so. He continued to listen to his summoner's ramblings when he heard something. Ideal lover. He was not meant to be here. It was supposed to be one of those big-chested, long haired temptress' in his place. Yet, here he was. Arion was massively disappointed. He was a colossal giant! A muscular creature that everyone feared! But all of that didn't matter anymore because he was summoned to be a lover. There was no way he could allow himself to think this way anymore. Summons were meant to be completely obedient and satisfied with any purpose or command they are given. If he was sent here to be a lover, then a lover he shall be.

Arion wasn't a complete fool when it came to the art of love. One of his first summons was by a powerful female summoner who would often take advantage of his obvious masculine strengths whenever nighttime came. He wasn't sure if human males and females were the same when it came to pleasure, but it was all he could do. "There are no mistakes when it comes to summons." Arion said in that strong, husky voice. "You planned to summon an ideal lover, and I was the one chosen. I shall do what I was summoned here to do." Arion explained. He got on his knees and settled himself between his Master's legs. It was scary how fast Arion undid the man's belt and pants, pulling it down as he saw the man's package hidden beneath his underwear. This was the first time he was performing such things to another male. He remembered everything his female summoner had done to him to make him feel good, and tried to replicate it.

Arion leaned in and rubbed the cock through his underwear using one hand. "Master, if I am not doing my duty correctly, please command me otherwise until you are satisfied. I do not wish to fall short on my responsibilities as your lover summon." Arion told him. With the cock now hardened, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the shaft, sucking on it, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction from his summoner. "Master, I have not gotten your name. It is vital I know your name so that we can form a bond of trust." Arion noted. It was true. It was common practice to introduce yourself so the relationship between the summon and the summoner was strong. The stronger the relationship between the two, the stronger the performance in battle or other places.

Asterius wasn't a fool. But he was drunk. Very drunk. And emotionally unstable right now. So when actually the big man he summoned kneeled before him and took his pants of saying that with summons there are no mistakes and pulled down his pants he was only able to lay there, his eyes wide open. He blinked few times, totally out of it and then gasped when Arion rubbed his flacid cock through his underwear as it felt surprisingly good. He licked his lips and looked on the strong, big man sucking his now hard cock. Oh yeah! That was some turn on. When asked about his name he smiled.
"I'm Asterius Sabre. It's nice too meet you because from now on.. you're mine Arion. Suck that dick good", he gasped, biting his lower lip, his black eyes full of drunken lust.
Asterius wanted more. Much more than this. In his drunken mind formed fantasies.. that made his cock even harder.. and all with the man kneeling before him. In this state he wasn't analyzing them, he just took a step forward to grasp those images and made them reality.

Arion analyzed everything his summoner was offering him. Listening to his every breath, feeling his chest heave, the muscles in his legs and stomach cringing. The blue-haired summon was very serious about his duties and always wanted to perform them as efficiently as possible. When he felt the cock harden under his tongue and the small moans coming from his Master, he knew he was on the right track. However, anyone could gather that simple information. He wanted to observe how his summoner would react if he rubbed softly or roughly, if he dragged or flicked his tongue along the head, or if he enjoyed the way he firmly caressed his thighs. It was all very useful information.

Perhaps the most useful information Arion received came from the way his summoner introduced himself. He was extremely direct, and made sure to emphasize that he owned Arion. The command he gave was also very explicit. Putting all of his information together, he formulated that his summoner wanted to be in charge. He also assessed the current situation to add to his theory. The man had performed an ideal lover summon, and reeked of alcohol. This would suggest that he had recently suffered some sort of rejection to his sexual advances, or possibly even a break up, most likely the result of being too kind or submissive, or as human's put it, "not being man enough".

Of course, this was all just theory, but the only way theories became fact was through experimentation. "I am pleased to be your summon, Master Asterius." Arion said as he pulled away from the cock. With a few movements, he pulled down Asterius' boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. When he heard his command, he looked up at Asterius and nodded. "I shall, Master." Arion replied. Calling a summoner Master wasn't protocol, but Arion was trying to see if his theory about Asterius loving to be in charge was true by stroking the status he had over him. Slowly, the summon leaned in and ran his tongue along the tip, dragging it along the slit before swirling it around the underside of the head. His hand stroked the base of the cock as he took the head into his mouth, opting not to make any noise, opting to let the sound of his saliva spreading across the head of Asterius' cock fill the room.

Asterius looked at his summoned lover and smiled. He didn't really care how other man called him but master.. sounds nice in his ears. But the thing really important was how good he looked with his cock in his mouth. With his sexy eyes observing him. Summoner could be drunk but he wasn't blind and saw that blue gaze noticing his every move and reaction. He knew he was evaluated by other right now.. but he didn't really care. Everything this day was.. strange and heavy and he didn't need to add some strange thoughts or thinking to much to the first good thing that happened to him this day.
"Oh yea.. suck it harder~ and start massaging my balls, Arion.. and then try to take me deeper", he gasped his voice filled with lust and his hard cock with need as it started to leak some precum into willing mouth.
Asterius wanted more and pictured the big man gulping his manhood down his throat. It made him even more excited.

Arion looked up at his master, who seemed to smile at him, informing him that he was doing a good job. The blue-haired summon kept his deep, blue eyes locked on his summoner. The stare wasn't one of lust however. It was full of determination and vigour, showing his summoner that all that mattered to him was fulfilling his purpose, and if that meant satisfying his master for the rest of his time in this realm, then he would do just that. When he heard Asterius give him more orders, he complied. Arion started to apply more pressure to the cock with his lips, running the tip of his cock along the slit to collect the pre-cum leaking from it. He took more of it into his mouth each time he went down, very quickly stuffing most of it in his mouth. His hands started to fondle the human's balls, gently massaging them and playing with them. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on Asterius, his eyes almost challenging the man, as if they were asking for more orders, just so he could exceed every one of Asterius' expectations.

But Asterius was to out of it to notice the challenge in the blue eyes. He grabbed Arion's hair and started to trust inside violently, loving the way others throat pleasured his hard cock.
"God.. yes! Eat that dick!", he groaned, face fucking the big man kneeling before him.
It didn't take long for Asterius to arch his back and cum deeply inside Arion. He let out a loud groan and pumped out his seed for few long moments while trembling and cursing. Beatrice didn't like to do that to him so it was so, so fuckin' long since anyone done that for him. Finally Asterius orgasm ended and he leaned back, panting heavily. He reached to stroke Arion's hair with dazed smile. It didn't took long for the drunk, tired man to fall asleep. With his hair messy, cheeks slightly flushed and small smile on sexy lips he looked kind of cute.