Centaurian - Chapter 4
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Synopis: When an unusual man comes into the protection of Officer Liam Phillips, Liam doesn't know what he's in for. His world gets broadened and turned upside down in this adventure of love, sex, gods, a one-quarter equine, and a vacation he will never forget.
Centaurian, By Rick Haydn Horst
Chapter 4
With the help of the jogger who pulled him from the water, Adrianus acquired clothing and other items to replace any necessities he had lost in the explosion, including a new smartphone. Having settled into a small but stylish room on the sixth floor of the Oriental Hotel on Brickell Key, he showered again to remove the saltwater residue from his skin, and the shower's spray induced disturbing reminders of that morning's incident that echoed around in his head. The groan of fracturing metal and Felix's last word haunted his memory, "Elias!" He had known Felix only a few hours and still, he felt devastated by his death. He had sensed something special with him. He wasn't just a call-boy; he had intelligence. And it hadn't mattered that his talent lay along sexual lines, he shared with the world his ability to enwrap someone in an ecstasy so profound, the experience would change them. Regardless of what some might say, his considerable talent made the world a better place for many people, and Adrianus held the privilege of being its last recipient.
His blind desire to end it all had killed Felix. Not to forget all the others who died at the hotel, most certainly another lesson in unintended consequences. He knew that woman who called herself Happiness was right though. His actions over the years had killed many people, and it just kept happening, as it had that morning. Regret...regret...a constant companion from then on, he knew. He had become an awful person, even in his own eyes.
Holed up in his hotel room, he ordered the beef tenderloin from room service and avoided the world. With his phone in his hands and his back against the headboard, he read one article after another about the explosion and the astonishing claims made about the man known as Stallion---who had saved twenty-three people that morning---and about the many others who had either died or were still missing.
When his food arrived at six o'clock that evening, a knock from room service came upon the door, and he answered it. A nude woman pushed the cart into his room. She looked to be in her early thirties, slender with dark wavy hair kept in a classic braid and pinned up.
"I bring what you hunger for," she said, pushing the cart to the room's intimate four-chair dining table.
He shut the door behind her. "Madam, what are you doing? Where are your clothes?"
"Come, you should eat while it's hot." She laid a plate of beef and asparagus with jasmine rice onto the table and pulled the chair out for him to sit.
"I don't know who you are but-"
"Sit and eat." Her voice and stare could have bored a hole through him.
He refrained from any further argument, sat, and picked up the fork. She relocated herself in his line of view a few feet from the table.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am Aletheia, the unconcealed, naked truth. Prometheus has asked that I come to you because Kakia, the goddess you met who called herself Happiness, kept the truth from you. Of anyone in the entire universe, I stand before you the one person who can never lie."
"Prometheus..."
She nodded. "Yes. He wants you to know your true origins and your circumstances."
"Okay...," he said with a cautious air. "Your nudity feels awkward. Please, won't you sit?" He gestured to the seat across from him.
"Thank you, but no," she said. "The truth stands...always."
"I see." Too hungry to argue, he began to eat. "Well, you have my attention."
"Henri Estalon could not have a child, but Zeus made it happen. He is using you. By ensuring your birth, and every hardship you have endured, Zeus created who you are, and what you have become. But to him, you are a tool and nothing more."
"Zeus... A tool..." He hadn't liked the sound of that. "What about Stallion?"
"He is the object to which Zeus would ply you."
"If I weren't immortal and hadn't experienced everything that I had the last day or so, I would think you were insane. So, why would Zeus do such a cruel thing? From what I remember reading, he was supposed to be good."
She made a decisive shake of her head. "Primitive notions of what it means to be good and propaganda. A proclamation of someone's goodness has no validity without actions to support it. According to his actions, Zeus is a psychopathic, serial rapist. He is a god; he does what he wants and has no one to answer to."
He paused eating and his brows rose in surprise. "Wow."
She shrugged with indifference. "The truth is sometimes harsh and unpalatable."
"Will you not anger Zeus by saying these things?" He continued to eat.
"Zeus already hates me, but only because he hates the truth of himself."
"Well, about Stallion...who is he? What is he? And why is Zeus so interested in him?"
Her face held an affectionate smile to think of him. "Ronan is part human and part life essence of Chiron the centaur stallion, the two of them bound together by an eternal flame. Ronan Stallion is the light, and Zeus stands overshadowed by his own past; the promise of a better ruler than Cronus, his Titan father, died the moment he took the throne. Ronan is something new, and his nature may have made him the most powerful being in existence. Zeus isn't sure whether to believe that, but still, he fears him more than anything or anyone."
"So, let me see if I have this right," said Adrianus. "Zeus caused my birth to use me as a tool. He kept me oblivious about my father, just so I could survive the ages alone, watching the people I love die. All, so I would stop loving, stop connecting with people, get sick of living, and feel a desperate need to kill Ronan, after only one spellbinding conversation with some evil witch named Kakia, calling herself Happiness."
"That is precisely what happened, and all went according to plan until you destroyed her."
"Is what she said the truth, about my inability to die, unless the eternal flame is destroyed?"
She tipped her head a little. "That plan had no guarantee of success for you. Zeus wanted information, so your attempt would have gotten him what he wanted regardless of the outcome. However, Prometheus has an alternative that wouldn't require destroying Ronan."
"What alternative?"
"The gulf of difference between yourself and those around you makes you alone. How would you like mortality, so that you can have a normal life, open yourself to the world around you again, fall in love one day, have children if you want, and perhaps die of old age?"
Adrianus dropped his fork, swallowed, and stared at her. "You can do that? I thought that would ask too much."
"It can be done, but it would require sacrifice."
"That's fine," he said, "whatever I would have to do, I would do it."
"That's the problem," she said with a slight shake of her head. "The sacrifice is not yours."
Due to his size, Ronan walked the hallway of the ship a few steps behind Liam. After having left Miami's port on Dodge Island at five o'clock, the two had taken an hour to walk the main deck and explore the superstructure, leaving them to conclude that, as far as no-frills travel goes, it would do. The designer had to minimize everything to the essentials and consider whatever may come upon the high seas which resulted in an aesthetic of mere adequacy. The only exception to that rule was the beautiful wood-lined dry sauna which would hold about ten people.
As was tradition, during their welcome aboard, the captain invited them to dine with him at six that evening. The officer's mess consisted of four round tables with seating for six each. The steward, Garit Bruckhauser, seated them with Captain Stettler and Paul Hurst, the first mate, both of whom wore the casual dress of a long sleeve pullover and jeans.
In a gentlemanly fashion, Ronan pulled out the brown Naugahyde-upholstered wooden chair for Liam and took the seat beside him.
"It reminds me of the dining set in my grandmother's kitchen," said Liam.
"Have you toured the ship?" asked the captain.
"Yes," said Liam. "I think we'll be comfortable, and we're looking forward to the sauna this evening. I've never had a ship voyage, so out of curiosity, and for my peace of mind, are we carrying anything dangerous? And how often do you see inclement weather across the Atlantic?"
"Storms can occur any time of year," he said, "but it's not too bad in the warmer months, and according to the shipping report, the weather ahead is relatively calm, so nothing to worry about. As for what we're carrying, it's nothing too dangerous really. Currently, we have a ship half full of Hondas, but quite a few other things as well. I wouldn't concern myself, just sit back and relax.
"I had hoped that the lovely Frau Nordstrom would grace us with her presence this evening, but the steward says that she and our purser will be---shall we say---busy for the next few days, and they will take all their meals in her cabin."
"That's our Emma," said Ronan. "In her defense, she's actually choosier than it might seem, but the purser is quite handsome."
Paul nodded. "He is handsome, but he's no Gustav Lauterborn."
"Who is that?" asked Liam.
"He's our First Engineer. You may have your man named Stallion," said Paul gesturing to Ronan, "but we have Gustav Lauterborn. He's quite impressive and always getting erections in the sauna."
"I see."
"The purser's shortcomings probably won't matter to Emma," said Ronan. "He has a nice thick head of hair. It wouldn't surprise me if, by the time we reached Genoa, it was thinner."
They laughed.
"The two of you will get along well with the crew," said Paul. "No topic is taboo with us, especially sex. We can get bawdy, and it keeps things lively."
When it came time to order, the captain and first mate ordered their usual, and Liam ordered the salmon.
When asked what he would like, Ronan said, "Nothing for me, thank you. I'm just here for the company."
"You won't be able to get anything from the kitchen later," said the captain.
"Actually, captain, I don't eat."
"You don't eat?" he asked. "Everyone eats. How can you survive and not eat?"
Ronan shrugged a little. "I just do."
"Okay...," the captain said and gave Ronan an odd expression. "All the bridge crew saw the news reports about you, and now you tell us you don't eat. Are you from another planet?"
"I am Centaurian," said Ronan, "half-human, half centaur. You'll have yet to have heard of me, but I must start somewhere."
"It sounds to me like you have a problem," said the captain.
Liam smiled a rather sardonic smile. "A mental-health problem, right? I recognize the look on your faces. Ronan and I know how mad it all sounds. However, what he said is true. He is half centaur, and he doesn't eat."
"No disrespect intended," said the first mate. "It's just that the reports about him are too incredible to believe."
"I understand," said Ronan with the little smile. "For now, it's not important. You're welcome to believe whatever makes you comfortable."
After dinner, they returned to their cabin. "I don't want people treating you like you're delusional."
"That will happen for a while," said Ronan, "and we will just have to accept that."
A knock came upon the door. Emma entered the cabin dressed in a short diaphanous white gown that barely covered anything.
"Hello!" she said.
"Have you had fun with William?" asked Ronan.
Emma whispered, "Oh yes, he has a tongue like you wouldn't believe, but he does seem to have an enormous `little' problem, and a lifetime of memories of people cruelly teasing him over it, including some members of the crew."
"Is his problem that significant?" asked Liam.
She continued, "I would tell anyone who would thoughtlessly use the blanket statement, size doesn't matter', that they have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. It may not matter to them, but it does matter. Regardless of the person's intended use, be it for conception or purely for pleasure. As far as feasibility is concerned, if for a human, one like a whale is too big, but one like a gnat is too small, and there is a middle range of sizes that allow it to perform its personally intended function with a descriptor like best', well', okay', or `not at all', then size matters. This poor man has some condition that caused him to have no protruding shaft when erect, and nothing protrudes when flaccid. So, during his sleep tonight, I intend to help him."
"Wow," said Liam.
"He's a good man and not the first that I've helped this way."
"Hey," said Liam, "if you're handing-out extra inches, I'll take a few."
Emma smiled and patted Liam's cheek indulgently.
"So, is this what Emma wears to bed?" asked Ronan gesturing to her attire.
"No, it's what Emma wears for less than two minutes before William takes it off her. Currently, he is showering. He knows I came across the hall to talk and check up on you. I have from Prometheus both good news and bad. The good news is that Aquila no longer wishes to kill you, but he does want to talk to you and is planning to meet you at the station while boarding the overnight train from Milan to Brindisi. As for the bad news...Zeus is planning something, but we don't know what. Given that it's Zeus, it will probably involve lightning."
Gustav Lauterborn, a handsome, dark-haired man in his early thirties with a strong body, big biceps, and spectacular forearms from working with his hands all day, held the position as a well-paid first engineer on the CS Fritz Himmel. He knew all the inner workings of the ship and his superiors thought to tap him for the replacement of the chief engineer when the current chief retired. So, the crew had respect for Gustav's abilities since he had the responsibility of most of the engineering work aboard the ship and the chief relied on him so heavily.
After a typical hard day's work---when things ran smoothly---the engineer had an excellent dinner with conversations among his crew mates for an hour. This would begin his evening relaxation routine which he typically maintained like clockwork. Every evening, at 7:45, he would shower. At 8:00, he began the first of two 15-minute sauna sessions with a 20-minute break in between. Afterward, he cooled down for 5-minutes, walked back to his cabin, and showered again. He would then sit on his bunk to read for a little while, and just before bed at 9:45, the steward would make his nightly visit to suck off his well-admired nine inches, after which he would sleep until morning. Life was good for Gustav, but for all that he had going for him, he wasn't perfect...
The First-Mate Paul Hurst along with Crewmen Kurtis Eisen and Otto Gleich always took the sauna with Gustav, as did the friendly steward named Garit Bruckhauser who had a crush on Gustav. That evening, however, William and Emma joined them, at her insistence. The sauna had two sets of risers that faced one another. Paul, Gustav, Kurtis, Otto, and Garit sat on one side of the sauna while William and Emma sat on the other, facing them. The two sets of risers had only five feet between them, so one might call the sauna cozy.
Traditionally, everyone would go naked into a German sauna and sit on a towel, ensuring that no part of their body touched the wood beneath them. And while German saunas also had the tradition of treating the space as a non-sexual environment where everyone minded their own business, that part had never quite worked out aboard ship.
Within a minute of the group's second 15-minute session, William could no longer stand it, he grabbed his towel and fled the sauna, bumping into the towel-wrapped Ronan and Liam about to enter. As they heard someone say from within the sauna, "There goes Envy," whereupon Ronan and Liam found Otto, Kurtis, and Gustav having a laugh at William's expense as they entered, closing the door behind them to keep in the heat.
Emma got up from the bench she sat upon, towel in hand, eyes ablaze, staring at those who laughed. "Shame on you," she said. "The three of you are particularly cruel. If you don't give William a heartfelt apology by morning for every snide remark you have ever made to him, with a promise to never treat anyone like that again, you will awaken to find yourself missing most of that which you hold so dear." She turned and smiled at her friends. "Ah, Ronan, just the man." She spoke confidentially into his ear. "Do me a favor and make sure these men feel as inferior as possible." She then left to find William.
Liam gestured to the door through which Emma just exited. "Sounds like some of you are in deep shit."
"It would serve them right," said Paul. "They never leave William alone. He stopped using the sauna because of it."
"Nothing will happen," said Gustav. "Curses are not real."
"We were all just having a laugh," said Otto, "that's all."
"Really?" said Liam as they climbed to the second level of the empty risers. "I didn't see William laughing. Did you see William laughing, Ronan?"
"No, I never saw him laugh either." As Ronan took his place beside Liam, he just stood there for a moment. "I take it," Ronan said to the men, "that you think that having a smaller penis is amusing."
"Ja," Gustav said simply, making a blatant display of his partially erect larger-than-average one.
"Humph," said Ronan. "I see." He unwrapped his towel and laid it onto the wood behind him and sat beside Liam allowing his fleshy hose to drape down from the riser between his muscular legs for everyone to see.
They all sat staring in complete disbelief.
"Scheisse! (Shit)," said Garit.
"Ficken Pferdeschwanz! (Fucking horse cock)," said Otto
"Du hast Konkurrenz, Gustav (You have competition, Gustav)," said Paul.
Gustav's brows drew together, he leaned forward and asked, "How big are you?"
"Not sure, but I much bigger than you," said Ronan. "I see a few of you getting an erection. Is this the part where we all get hard and compare ourselves to one another?"
"I have an erection," Liam said in conviviality. "Will you have one? I must admit, I'm just as curious about yours as they are."
Ronan lifted his Centaurian appendage and as he hefted it, it began to harden and lengthen and thicken in his hand. It rose until the head reached his pecs.
Liam stared at it. "You and I are going to have so much fun with that." Ronan smiled and gave him a quick kiss.
Most of the others just stared in silence.
Paul asked, "How can you be so big?"
Ronan shrugged a little. "I told you at dinner that I was half centaur. I have something to say to those of you who laughed at William. Emma is many orders of magnitude more than she seems. If you don't heed her warning---as sure as I'm sitting here before you---you will awaken to something that I doubt you will find so amusing when it's yours. Now, I just want to sit here and enjoy the heat." He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Afterward, Ronan trailed a few steps behind Liam as they trekked naked up the four floors back to their cabin. He watched Liam's ass, noting he had worked it hard in the gym to give it an attractive curve with that firm, mildly bouncy quality so evident with every stair-step upward.
Upon reaching the cabin, Ronan walked him backward, kissing him into the room. He picked Liam up and tossed him onto the bed. "You want to hear something amazing?" Ronan asked him.
"Sure."
"My erections work nothing like a regular human's. I can stay erect for as long as I like---even permanently if I want."
Liam stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the idea, and it left him to draw one conclusion. "Okay, that settles it," said Liam, "you really ARE a god."
Ronan laughed a little, grabbed Liam's hands, and held his arms over his head. "Am I?" he asked.
He hovered his bulky musculature over Liam, who could feel the heat from the equine-like penis laying from his scrotum to his sternum. As Ronan studied every feature of his face, Liam stared into his cognac-colored eyes and sighed at the pleasure of his insides melting like butter in the heat of Ronan's godlike presence.
"You are to me," he whispered.
Ronan kissed him. Releasing Liam's hands, he felt Liam's body and rolled them on the bed until he lay on the bottom. Changing position, Liam lifted Ronan's cock vertical, pressed its heat to his face, and inhaled the scent. It seemed no different from that of any other man, but holding onto it, it surpassed the ten-inch length of his ex-boyfriend by about six inches, placing its size firmly within the scale of one of the smaller equine breeds, a Shetland pony, maybe. As for its circumference, it had a decent thickness but not excessively so, more on par with a slightly thicker-than-average human penis, except at the base which was at the top end of the human scale.
"If you morphed into the bipedal centaur, how would that change you?" he asked.
"I would have hooves, two equine legs, with an ass to support them, along with the accompanying tale. I would grow significantly taller and bigger in general. That cock you're playing with would probably become even larger and equine in shape. I might even have the ability to pull it back into my body, but I'm not sure."
"Holy shit... So, you would have like...the size of a quarter horse overall?"
"No, that's a horse bred for speed, think strength...more like a Shire horse. Although, Chiron was never that big as a full centaur."
"A Shire is the biggest breed there is!"
Ronan nodded. "Yeah, but don't worry, I would never ask you to have sex with me like that. Among other issues, it would be dangerous with a cock about two and a half feet long. If morphing ever became an option, chances are, I would only change to fulfill Chiron's need to BE that; if you know what I mean."
"Oh, of course," said Liam, "that's completely understandable. He's been so human for many thousands of years. I can imagine that he would want to stretch his equine legs fairly regularly."
He drew Liam's lips to his and kissed him. "The day you found me, you told me you believed that perhaps you were meant to find me because your situation and mine fit too hand-in-glove. You were right. Prometheus chose you to find me, but whether you remain with me is entirely up to you. I know you like the idea, and you are drawn to me something fierce, but that's an enormous life-changing decision. Please, don't make it without giving it a lot of thought. You have known me less than forty-eight hours."
"I know that you're right," he said, "and I do love being a cop, but the pull I feel toward you isn't easy to resist."
"I'm sorry for that. All I ask is that you try. You're on vacation. Take your time."
He nodded. "There's time to decide that later. Right now, I want to suck you dry."
"That's likely impossible," said Ronan laying flat again. "Because of my nature, my body continually produces anything it needs on-demand, so theoretically, I could geyser a sustained stream of cum for all eternity."
"Wow...in that case, I better get started!"
Ronan loved the sensation of Liam sucking and jacking his gigantic cock. And it had been a while for Liam, so he was quite enthusiastic about the opportunity. After twenty minutes, Ronan started to have an orgasm, and Liam intended to take it, but Ronan would shoot more than any other man, and he just kept cumming and cumming, with Liam guzzling shot after shot.
Ronan strained to say, "You probably should stop," all while his orgasm continued to feed Liam and he tried to stop it.
After Ronan finally got the flow to stop, having drunk the whole thing with a somewhat full sensation in his belly, Liam pulled the cock from his mouth and smiled. "That was delicious!"
"You were incredible, but you just chugged a Centaurian quantity of cum!"
"So?"
"It's the equivalent of blowing anywhere from 110 to 130 guys at once. You drank about two measured cups of cum."
"Holy shit! Well, it won't kill me."
"No, it won't kill you, but you haven't built up a tolerance for swallowing that much, you might throw up, or else you'll find yourself on the pot all night, if not both."
Liam laughed. "I hadn't realized I was such a piglet. It was so good, though, I couldn't quit."
"Well, given how much I cum, I probably need a piglet. You should work up to a full load, but let's see what this one does to you."
He shrugged. "I feel fine, and oddly, it didn't even taste like cum."
"It would shock me if it had no effect on you. Regardless of the consequences though, I can give you more anytime you want it, and I know you will want it."
Liam laid on his left side next to Ronan and reached out to grip his cock. "I like it when you're erect. It makes me want to keep it in my mouth though." He kissed the end of it.
Ronan slowly jacked Liam's dick for him. "When you asked for the extra inches, how many times did Emma pat your cheek?"
"Let me think...aah...about five. Why?"
"You'll probably have five more inches by morning."
"WHAT?" Liam sat up.
"You had meant it when you asked for them, hadn't you?"
"Well yeah, but she patted me on the cheek like, `In your dreams, buddy.'"
"No, you and I have a unique relationship with Dolos/Emma. She patted you on the cheek like, `Here you are, sweetie.'"
"Holy crap! She would just do that?"
"It's no problem for her. It's that easy to accomplish, so what's the big deal?"
"I had no idea," he said. "She didn't have to say any magic words, get me to drink some concocted potion or anything."
"All that is pure Hollywood. She never even had to pat your cheek. How's your stomach?"
"Still fine."
"I don't remember the last time I got to suck dick." Ronan repositioned himself and took Liam's seven inches into his mouth where he slurped and moaned and savored the experience for just a couple of minutes.
"I've not cum in days," he said, "and I'm about to." So, he did, six full shots which he could feel Ronan swallowing. "You drank it?"
Ronan cleaned him up, withdrew it from his mouth and smacked his lips, and said, "Mmm...tasty."
"I thought you would never eat anything."
"You're the exception. Hey, I know...rather than telling anyone I don't eat, I should say that I'm on `Liam's South-Beach Cum Diet'."
He smiled. "You have my permission,"---he pointed at him---"but make sure they understand it's completely proprietary. If the cum's not mine, it ain't the real one."
Ronan laid back and laughed. "Could you imagine the captain's face at dinner this evening if I told him that?"
"Time for Ronan's evening feeding! ---as I stand by the table and whip it out for you."
"In the right setting, that might be fun." He thought for a moment. "So, still no problems?"
"Still nothing, and actually I'm feeling really good. Maybe, I'm immune to its effects somehow. Or maybe yours isn't like regular cum; the taste was sweeter---a little like honey---and the texture, creamier. I loved it; it was delicious." Liam noticed he had trouble with his eyes. "My eyes are getting blurry; I must need to clean my contacts. I should remove them for sleeping anyway." He dug into his bag and retrieved his contact lens case and cleaner. He moved to the bathroom, washed his hands, and put lens cleaner into the case. He plucked a lens from each eye, dropping them into their respective sides of the plastic holder. He closed it, dried his hands, and took it back to his bag. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed looking about the room.
"What's the matter?"
"Everything is clear! Has Emma corrected my eyesight?"
Ronan stood from the bed. "No, she would have said something."
Liam scrunched his face. "What the-"---he put his hand to his mouth, and he spit something into it---"Oh shit! Is that my fillings? What the hell is happening to me?"
Liam took the cellphone from his bag and rushed into the bathroom to use the mirror. From the flashlight of his mobile, he could see that his teeth were white, straight, and healthier than they've ever looked. He showed Ronan their appearance.
"This has to be your cum," he told him.
"That sounds crazy, but I can't say that it isn't."
"I would suggest we could ask Emma," Liam said, "but she's helping William, and I wouldn't want to distract from that, the poor guy. If this were hurting me, that would be one thing. I guess it can wait until morning." He took a deep, exhausted breath and yawned. "I'm suddenly feeling tired. Would you hold me while I sleep?"
"It would be my pleasure."
They left the light from the crack of the bathroom door as the only illumination in the room just in case Liam needed to go but awakened disoriented.
Ronan laid his head on the pillow and Liam laid his head on Ronan, an arm across him and his face laying against the warmth of the fully erect Centaurian appendage. As Liam slept, Ronan called upon Prometheus in his mind and spoke to him the entire evening.
Prometheus admitted that he considered Ronan his son. In his prescience, he had seen his coming thousands of years ago, and he was everything that he knew Ronan's predecessors could never be. They were good men, chosen to carry Chiron into the future...for Ronan. He expressed his pride at seeing him help the people at the hotel that morning. Prometheus knew that Ronan would shine the light from his eternal flame upon everything and everyone he encountered, illuminating the shadows where evil hides and acting as a beacon for the good, letting them know they were not alone, helping those in need.
Ronan asked him about the power he had yet to use. Prometheus told him not to worry about it. That time would come, and when it had, he would use it for the best of reasons, and he would be ready.
June 23
During that conversation with Prometheus, time passed far more rapidly on Earth, and it ended with Liam awakening at 5:33 with Gustav knocking on Emma's cabin door across from theirs.
"Good morning," said Ronan in the light from the crack of the bathroom door. "How's the stomach?"
Liam gripped the Centaurian dick that Ronan had left erect all night. "It feels fine."
"Excellent!" Ronan crawled under the covers and began to suck on Liam. He found pleasure in the taste and the movement of the soft skin over its hardened interior as he pleased Liam, throating his newly enlarged, full foot of cop cock. He savored every moan escaping Liam's lips as he brought him closer to climax.
Liam pushed back the covers and saw in the shadow from the light of the bathroom door, that his erection had grown to the length of Ronan's in its flaccid state. As he sucked him, he could feel the draw of his impending orgasm, and at that moment, his mind went blank in the pleasure of blowing his load in Ronan's welcoming mouth. When it ended Ronan pulled it from his lips, kissed the end, and said, "We will have a lot of fun with your new dick."
Liam felt its length with his hand. "Yes, we will. I want breakfast." He positioned himself to shove the head and several inches of Ronan's cock into his mouth and began to blow him.
It went on for about ten minutes when Ronan said, "Use more teeth." When Liam complied, it sent impossibly pleasurable sensations through Ronan's body, and within a minute... "Get ready, I'm gonna-" And Liam focused on chugging jet after jet after jet of the same delicious creaminess he tasted the previous night. And rather than trying to control it, Ronan allowed himself to relax, and his orgasm continued for several minutes, but with difficulty, he managed to stop it when he felt Liam was probably full. He squeezed his cock from the bottom to get at the remainder of the liquid, and he let Liam clean him up.
"That was unbelievable," said Liam, and he kissed Ronan.
Tasting it himself, Ronan broke the kiss. "That's not cum, Liam. What is that?"
"I don't know, but I want to gorge myself with its creamy goodness until I explode." He stuffed Ronan's cock back into his mouth.
"No no." He wrested his appendage from Liam's lips and allowed it to go slack. "You need to lay off the sauce until we speak to Emma. I don't know what I fed you, but overnight, you seem to have grown an addiction to it. Let's have a shower and get you some breakfast."
"I'm not really hungry," he said.
"Well, I'm not surprised. Perhaps, you'll want something when we get down there."
When they went to dress from the clothing in their bags, Liam had a cranberry tank top with a white shirt to wear over it, tan shorts, and slip-on rubber-soled shoes. The bag only offered Ronan an unusually designed, cream-colored, square-necked tank top with midnight-blue colored reinforcement around the arms and neck. The opaque---relatively thick---strange material accentuated and clung to every curve of Ronan's upper body---even more so than Lycra would. It had the word "CENTAURIAN" stitched across the light-colored material covering the broadness of his armor-like pecs in blue thread. He had a pair of shorts in the same blue coloring that reached a third of the way to his knees---made of the same material---both fit and styled like compression shorts. For footwear, he had a blue pair of slip-on shoes with rubber soles.
"You make that outfit look sexy," said Liam.
"You don't think this is a bit over-the-top?"
"You probably need a long pair of pants for when shorts are inappropriate, but it has a stylish design and looks iconic---I would instantly recognize you---but given your nature, I think you can get away with it. Considering how you got it, I get the feeling that someone has given you this because it suits your needs. It would allow freedom of movement, but I would be willing to bet it's as tough as you are and doesn't burn---an attribute you said you needed."
As they entered the officer's mess the steward---who took the opportunity to give Ronan a smile and a wink---once again, seated them at the captain's table with the First Mate Paul Hurst, but also present were Emma and William, who looked quite happy. Ronan pulled out the chair for Liam.
The captain had the broad smile of amusement. "Guten Morgen, Herrs Stallion and Phillips (Good morning, Misters Stallion and Phillips). I hear the rumor mill has much grist to grind this morning, and I have many assurances that the rumors are true, including from Frau Nordström who provided specifics."
Ronan gazed at Emma as he took his seat. "Thanks."
"Just boosting your reputation, that's all."
"And here we were, impressed over our first engineer," said the captain.
As the captain continued, Emma gave Liam a strange expression, and she leaned over to speak to him confidentially.
"You are positively glowing this morning," she said, "and in a way that makes me suspicious."
His brows rose as he shook his head and whispered, "I assure you, I'm not the least bit pregnant."
Emma laughed. "No really...something is different about you. What is it?"
"We've wanted to talk to you. Last night, within minutes after having drunk quite a bit of Ronan's cum, I no longer needed my contact lenses and the fillings in my teeth fell out."
With a look of complete perplexity, she thought about it for a second and asked, "What did it taste like?"
"I don't know, a little sweetish maybe."
"It tasted Swedish?"
He laughed and shook his head. "No, it was a bit sweet, a little like honey. It was delicious. I didn't want to stop chugging it down last night, or this morning when I had more, and I've had cups and cups of it, apparently. I don't even know why we bothered coming to breakfast, I'm not remotely hungry."
"Have you seen what Ronan's cum looks like?" she asked.
"Oh no, it all went down the hatch, if you know what I mean."
Her mouth dropped open, she grabbed the empty Hefeweizen glass from the place setting before her and interrupted the ongoing conversation at the table. "Ronan, excuse me. Is it possible to speak with you, please?"
"Is anything wrong?" he asked.
She glanced at the others at the table, and despite their presence, she decided to press on, regardless. "Well...it's just that I've had an enlightening little conversation with Liam here, and from what I've gathered...I suspect that, when you have an orgasm, your cum is actually Ambrosia. If you would, please fill this glass for me, so that I can know for sure."
The three Germans at their table and all those at nearby tables heard Emma's statement, and her unusual request causing a momentary shock and silence.
Ronan's brows drew together, not believing what he was hearing. "WHAT?"
The men let out a peal of laughter which continued for some time.
"Oh, Frau Nordstrom," said the captain as they all laughed, "are you not aware that EVERY man's cum is Ambrosia?"
"Especially if he's German," said the first mate. And of course, all the German men there could not help but agree.
The silliness even had Liam and Ronan laughing. The first mate had warned them that they could all get bawdy.
When the laughter died down the captain said, "Herr Stallion, I wish to make you a bet. If you can fulfill Frau Nordström's request by filling that glass to the top with your `Ambrosia', I will give you all your money back."
Ronan sat there for a minute. He knew they didn't need the money, but they had paid eight thousand dollars for the trip. The captain thought he would bet on a sure thing; no man could fill a 16-ounce Hefeweizen glass.
"And if I lose?" asked Ronan.
"If you lose," said the captain, "you have to admit you're human, just like everyone else."
"Okay, but rather than giving back the money, I want your word as the captain of this vessel that you will give the money to a children's charity, even if it's just one in Germany. And...you have to start believing me when I tell you something because I won't lie."
"It is a deal," he said, "you have my word. But you must do it right there. No trickery."
"At the dining table?"
"Ambrosia is the food of the gods," said the captain. "What more appropriate place is there than the table?"
Ronan gazed upon Emma.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I had no idea it would go this far."
"Do you seriously think it could be Ambrosia?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"What would that mean?"
"I don't know, but Liam's drank quite a lot, so the three of us need to talk about the consequences of that."
Ronan reached out. "Hand me the glass."
He set the glass before him, and as the men gathered around, he pulled down his shorts to the expected gasps and whispering. He hefted his enormous penis and willed himself erect enough to make it stick straight out and still capable of bending into the glass. He glanced at the captain who, like all those around him stared wide-eyed at the spectacle. Rather than the crowd causing him difficulty, as he thought might occur, their presence helped him along and within five minutes he held the end of his cock over the glass, and he came. Jets of a thick honey-colored liquid filled the glass; it just kept coming and kept pouring out of him. The more the glass contained the more it became obvious that he had filled it with a suspension of metallic gold that glinted in the light of the dining room. As the liquid reached the top, he set down the glass and gave Liam the remainder as he forced himself to stop, after which he allowed himself to go soft and he pulled up his shorts. Everyone in the room stared in utter silence at the glass. Liam carefully moved it to Emma who knew what it was the moment she saw it.
She nodded. "This is Ambrosia." She lifted the glass to her lips and took a long drink of it. "And it's delicious."
Ronan turned from Emma to the captain.
The captain's brows had lowered in perplexity, he shook his head a little, and asked, "What ARE you?"
As he stood beside the table, every eye on him, Ronan held out his hands a little, shrugged, and dropped them to his sides. "I am your friend. I am a friend to you all. That's the only thing that matters."
The reaction by the men ranged from amazement and curiosity to wariness and disbelief.
Emma told William that she needed to speak to her friends for a bit, and he said he would busy himself with other things after breakfast. The instant they entered Ronan and Liam's cabin with the glass of Ambrosia, she started, "I apologize, Ronan, I had no idea that would happen."
Liam said, "I can't believe you went along with his bet."
"It would help people if I agreed to it, and it was a small sacrifice." He turned to Emma. "What are the consequences of Liam drinking Ambrosia?"
"As with so much of the knowledge from ages past, it gets jumbled, convoluted, embroidered, and embellished over the years to the point where any grain of truth it may have held is often difficult to discern. So, one should not believe every story about the gods, or all the ideas held to be true about the world of the divine. There is a story about the origin of Ambrosia involving a wood nymph, but that story is just that---a story. For as much as many would like to deny it, the gods are not all-knowing. If any of us have known of the real origins of Ambrosia they have kept it to themselves. I only know that someone brings it to Olympus, bearers distribute it during feasts, that it's delicious beyond all else, and it has magical properties. The gods drink it because of its taste and preciousness, similarly to the way ancient kings might hoard diamonds because of their beauty and rarity---at least before industrialization. But a king was king before the diamonds, and the gods were gods before Ambrosia. The difference is when a mortal partakes of it, and it only takes once."
"What has it done to me," he asked.
"You are no longer mortal. Your body has repaired itself, so you no longer need the lenses, and your teeth have renewed themselves, pushing out your fillings. It has restored everything about you; you are now whole."
"So, I'm invulnerable now like Ronan?"
"No," said Emma, "Ronan is different. He will have a vulnerability somewhere. I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but he is probably the least vulnerable immortal to ever exist, but nothing is perfect. As for yourself, you are like the way Chiron was immortal before Prometheus saved him. Heracles accidentally struck him with a poisoned arrow. Chiron would survive it, but because of the poison, he would have lived in agony. So, he gave up his immortality in exchange for setting his cousin Prometheus free from Zeus's punishment, and that's how we got here. Would you want to grow old and die?"
Liam flopped down on the bed. "I don't know. It's not like the typical human walks around all day thinking of their own mortality. On an average day, we put it out of our minds and live in the illusion that it will never happen, although when pressed, we must admit that it will. Maybe that's what Aquila did in the beginning, just like everyone else. And over time, it became less and less possible to live the illusion when he realized it was true. Can I still pleasure Ronan and drink as much Ambrosia as I want?" He gazed up at Ronan who gave him a little smile.
"It won't hurt you," she said.
"Well, that's something at least," said Liam.
Ronan hugged Liam from where he sat on the bed.
They suddenly heard a loud but muffled creaking sound, a metallic clatter, and as they rushed to the porthole to see out onto the ship, there came a ship-shaking explosion on the port side. One of the cargo containers collapsed from the weight above it, causing something inside it to ignite and explode, tearing open several of the containers around it, making them lose their structural integrity, and the resulting fire caused black smoke to billow into the sky from the gaping remains. The captain stopped the ship, a general alarm sounded, and crewmen were rushing to their posts from other cabins on their floor.
As Liam turned to Ronan, he saw that he had already left the room.
Ronan mounted the stairs to reach the bridge. The moment he entered, another smaller explosion happened closer to the top of the container stack.
"That was probably the petrol tank on one of the Hondas," said Paul Hurst, the first mate.
Seeing Ronan on his bridge vexed the captain. "You need to leave, Herr Stallion; we have this under control."
William had searched through the manifest. "It says containers on that level were packed full of paper."
"Paper doesn't explode," said the captain.
"Misdeclared cargo," said Paul, "that's all we need." He informed the fire crew by radio as they pulled a hose to the area, which, just by its location, would be difficult.
"Let me help you," Ronan said to the captain. "Would you like me to toss those containers off the ship?"
"We had our fun this morning," said the captain, "but this is serious, you need to leave."
"Captain," he said as he took him by the shoulders. "I can do this. Do you want those containers tossed?"
"The containers carrying Hondas would need moving, and they weigh 4.8 metric tons each. Don't tell me you can lift that."
"Actually, I probably can," he said. "Look, it's my neck, and I'm willing to stick it out. You have nothing to lose."
The captain stared at him for a moment when an explosion shook the ship from the same area as the first one.
"If you can do what you say," said the captain, "if it's on fire, toss it overboard. If it seems excessively hot, toss it overboard. If it's just in the way, try to keep it if you can. You may have to disengage the twist-lock connectors at the corners before you can pick anything up."
"What about the balance from the starboard side?" asked Ronan.
"If it's a significant problem, we'll deal with that later."
"I'm on it." Ronan left the bridge and hurried down the stairs. He met Emma and Liam on their way to the bridge. He kissed Liam. "Wish me luck!" he said and kept going.
"Good luck!" Liam yelled after him. When they arrived, the bridge crew could do nothing else, except watch the fire destroy the cargo as the crew tried to extinguish it.
Liam asked the captain, "What exploded?"
"Misdeclared cargo. Some companies think they can ship things we normally would reject by declaring it as something else. Misdeclared cargo is the number one cause of fires aboard these ships. Can Herr Stallion do what he says?"
"Ronan would never lie about anything as serious as helping people," he said.
Fire and smoke boiled from the containers of section 10 toward the stern of the ship. They saw Ronan climb atop the containers and head in that direction. With all the smoke it became difficult to see his precise actions, but the container with the Honda that had sat directly above the first explosion needed to go. Liam and the bridge crew watched as a flaming Honda Civic flew at least two hundred yards out of the smoky mass where Ronan had ejected it off the port side.
"Mein Gott! (My God!)," stated the captain.
The broken container that surrounded it followed, along with everything Ronan could find that had caught fire, including those in the stack next to it. He tossed entire containers the blast had cracked open and left burning. The crewmen with the fire hose put out the remaining fire far easier and cooled down all the containers left in place. Ronan had one container left to toss. It held a Honda Civic and the crack in the side smoked badly. During the explosion, the door on the front of the container had popped out, but he thought little of it. He picked it up to toss it off the ship, and when he gave it the necessary shove, the container flexed, and the door squeezed onto his hand. When the container went flying, its weight caused it to pull Ronan into the water along with it.
Liam and Emma watched horrified as it flew away from the ship with Ronan attached to the doorframe, and when it struck the water, it went under with a rapid kerplunk. Air had bubbled up where it landed, but it disappeared, and Ronan vanished right along with it. Crew members rushed to the railing with a lifebuoy, but there was no one to throw it to. He was gone.
"I just realized Ronan's vulnerability," said Emma. "He isn't human, and his body is too dense to swim; he'll sink like a stone."
"He doesn't breathe," said Liam, "so he can survive this, right?"
"He won't die," said Emma. "He'll be on the ocean floor."
The captain turned to them. "I can't imagine how he could survive, but I should tell you that we're no longer over the continental shelf."
"How far down is the bottom from here?" Liam asked.
"About two miles," said Emma.