Page 9 of Minotaurs and other Magic

“They are healing.” He lifted one hand and touched his head as if checking.

Rohan batted his hand away, felt for the injury himself.

Nate flinched away. “Do you need to stand so close?”

“I will not place my hands on you in any manner other than to check your wound. A head injury can kill.”

“I know. At first, I thought I was dead or in some kind of hell.” He let Rohan continue his examination.

There was a cut in Nate’s hair, though it didn’t seem serious. “You know of Hel. If you would like to leave her an offering, I can take you to her temple.”

Nate stared up at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The goddess Hel. She has a small temple, but I cannot recall the last time she came this way. Ishtar is our closest goddess, though Pan often visits.”

Nate blinked, and Rohan wondered if the human understood him. “You talk of them as if they are real people.”

“They are, and you would be wise to choose your words if blessing or cursing the gods.” He plucked the cloth out of Nate’s hand and walked behind the human. There were smears of dirt on his back that Rohan took care of.

But when the cloth drifted lower, Nate stepped away. “I can finish.”

“Tomorrow, you will have a proper bath, and I will have the healer check you over.” He could’ve stepped back or turned away, but instead, he watched as Nate finished washing.

The human’s cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t complain about the attention as Rohan continued to enjoy the view. Nate appeared to be fit, with plenty of lean muscle. Rohan doubted he’d be good at any kind of manual labor. He was also taller than most of the humans in Calla, though not enough to stand out.His fingernails were rough and broken, probably from surviving on his own for five days.

He tracked the movement of the cloth to Nate’s groin, and for a moment, he wished that Nate would let him finish the job, although that may have stalled them going to bed.

His own dick was still half interested in the human. It would not take much to become fully erect. Without a doubt, Nate would not be flattered.

It did not help when Nate squatted to wash his feet or when he glanced up as if aware Rohan watched a little too intently. Rohan clamped his teeth together to prevent any words from escaping. Though there was nothing he could do about his cock, as it seemed to think Nate was on his knees for one reason and only.

Nate licked his lower lip as he stared up, as if doing a little appreciation of his own, which did not help at all. Rohan’s cock jutted towards the human, becoming harder with each passing heartbeat. His foreskin eased back, revealing the dark ruddy head. It would take only a couple of strokes for beads of pre-cum to slip free.

Would Nate lick them up?

He needed to stop thinking about those things. He drew in a breath and held it for a heartbeat, sure his nose was lying to him. That was not his own scent of lust that he smelled. It was Nate’s.

“You like to lie with men.”

Nate glanced away, his cheeks sunset red. He stood and dropped the cloth in the basin. With nothing to hide behind, Nate’s arousal was clear. His cock was in proportion to his human body, almost dainty compared to Rohan and rising out of dark curls.

Rohan gathered the rope in his fist, drawing Nate closer. Nate didn’t meet his gaze. The head of Rohan’s cock tapped Nate on the stomach.

“Why are you afraid of admitting that?”

“Because I don’t know your customs, and I don’t want to break more laws.”

Rohan cupped Nate’s chin, forcing his head up. “Does your world have those rules?”

“Not where I live.”

“Those rules do not exist here. Consenting adults may lie with who they please. They may wed who they please. If you want to admit how much you like my cock, that is not a problem.”

“Your cock is big enough to kill someone. That is why I was looking.”

Rohan laughed and released Nate’s chin. “You are amusing, human. I can assure you, no one has died on my cock yet.” He winked. “And if they did, it was only for a few heartbeats.”

CHAPTER 6

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