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Seeds of Divinity, Ch 13

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Despite how new it was for Raedryn when it came to being more open about his sexuality and desires, the young man wasted little time in undressing his newest guest. Micah leaned back on the bed, a chiding grin on his muzzle, one tooth peeking out from beneath his lips as he did absolutely nothing to help the Human undress him; it didn't help that the Molz was reclining, making it next to impossible to take his breeches off.

The silent chiding eventually turned verbal. "Havin' a little trouble there, Humme?"

Up until Raedryn heard the term 'Humme' come out of Micah's muzzle he'd always taken it as a racist comment hurled around by the Beastfolk but, coming from the Badger, it was spoken with fondness, and the young man found himself blushing. Attempting to match the Molz's energy, he shot back. "I can't get your trousers off with you sitting on them."

The Badger grinned wider, showing teeth. "Ya know, kid, ah'm not sittin'-- ah'm layin'."

The Human doubled down. "Either way, they're not budging. You're fat."

Micah raised an eyebrow... then out-and-out guffawed, even going so far as to slap his knee as his entire body rumbled, belly jiggling in mirth. "Oh yeah? An' ya still want me... so what's that make YOU?"

Raedryn had a number of different counters he could offer but, still stuck with the Badger's lower half covered, the Human offered a direct, flat, dire response. "Frustrated."

Although Micah laughed even more at the response, he did at least lift his hips, allowing the Human to finally free the breeches and pull them loose. Considering Raedryn himself was still naked from his prior trysts with Herald and Bird they were much closer to being even on the amount of clothing they wore. At that point, however, the young man was content to let the Badger keep his shirt. Climbing onto his legs, Ray immediately buried his face in Micah's groin, taking in a full breath of the Molz's powerful musk; it made him light-headed.... light headed and rock-hard.

Although his companion's words could have been taken as insulting, the Badger's gentle stroking of his hair revealed the fondness of his statement. "Yer quite the scent-house for a Humme, ain'cha, kid?"

Rather than respond with words, Raedryn, his reward laid out and rigid before him, used action to answer instead. The Badger's member disappeared within his lips, tongue trailing along the underside to elicit what the Human desired to hear: a pleased gasp from the Molz, followed by a very pleased groan. It was followed up by a simple statement from Micah. "Yeah... not only are ya eager, but yer a damn quick learner too... praise the gods fer givin' ya those fuckin' silky lips."

The Molz continued to let out huffs, groans, and occasional crass statements but, for the most part, he seemed content to let Raedryn take the lead. Not only was it somewhat liberating for the young man to have free reign in the intimate moment, but it also gave him the control over what they did and how quickly. The Human was just starting to enjoy his liberty in deciding things when he realized suddenly that he wasn't sure if sucking off the Badger would be too basic an interaction, or if perhaps he should change things up. Micah decided for him in the usual, decisive manner of a laborer used to taking charge.

Utilizing his tremendous strength, the Molz hefted Raedryn up into the air with seemingly little effort. Careful in the way he rotated the Human, Micah maneuvered the young man so that his mouth never left the thick red flesh between his lips but, rather than kneeling on the floor by the side of the bedf, Raedryn found himself laying across the thick, furry body. Laying down, Micah's girth spread out, creating an incredibly comfortable cushion on which to rest, but the Human didn't have long to consider it as the Badger's hot breath washed across his rump. "I ain't some prude... if this hole's good enough fer yer other boys then it'll do just fine fer me..."

As the passing comment as the only warning of what was to come, Raedryn let out a gasp around the massive tool in his mouth as the Molz's tongue washed across his entrance. Still a little tender from his time with Herald and Bird, the Human was, nevertheless rather surprised at just how soothing (and how GOOD) the Badger's skilled tongue felt on him. He practically melted down onto his companion, doubling his attention to the flesh between his lips, kissing, sucking, and lapping at it with gusto-- he was rewarded by Micah doubling down on his ministrations as well.

Raedryn previous had what he thought was the full experience of Micah's broad tongue, but he didn't quite realize just how long it was until he felt his innermost depths plumbed by the Molz's muscular organ. The Badger's blunted fangs threatened to break the skin on his rump as Micah opened his muzzle as far as they could go so he could stuff as much of his tongue into Ray's opening as possible. The Human realized he should have been reproachful but, in that moment, with the rabid Molz defiling him with his eager tongue, all he could do was moan around the flesh stuffed in his own mouth.

Having lasted longer than their time together the prior night, Micah was, nevertheless, the first to slow things down, tapping the young man on his back. "Alright, kid-- ah don't mind the idea of finishin' down yer throat, but, for now, what ah REALLY want is t'see how well ya ride... if ya get what ah'm suggestin'."

The gentle pressure of Micah's left paw against his rump pushing forward and the Molz's right paw gently tugging at his shoulder gave Raedryn all the guidance he required. Scooting down his companion's body and trying not to dwell of the feel of his bare ass trailing along the Badger's shirt, Raedryn ultimately found himself sitting on Micah's ample belly, which, while not excessively fat, was still wide enough that the Human's legs had to split in order to straddle it.

He sat with his erection almost touching his companion's and then, gently gripping the Badger's shaft, worked himself up and over it, kneeling with his hips just above Micah's. He lowered himself a little more, pinning the Badger's member between their bodies, and began gently wriggling his hips as he made an attempt at talking dirty, feeling silly the entire time. "So I'm riding you tonight then? Are you going to be my faithful steed, Micah?"

The young man learned in that moment that having a partner skilled in bedroom talk made up for a lot of his own lack of skill. "Boy, ah'm a fuckin' buckin' bronco... now take a seat and hold on tight."

Despite the gruff challenge thrown in with the statement, Micah was still kind enough to let Raedryn set the initial pace. The Human felt his entire body shiver due to the comeback and that quiver deep within him only became more pronounced as he guided the Molz's thick shaft into his opening. Despite the difficulty the Badger had with taking him comfortably due to his ample belly, when Micah was laying on his back it made things far easier for Raedryn, and his hips settled onto the laborer's pelvis with little difficulty. After that, however, once he was in place, Micah's paws moved to grip the young man's hips... and he made good on his promise to give the Human a ride.

Head spinning, kept in place by the Badger's grip, Raedryn found himself bouncing atop Micah's groin, propelled upward with each thrust, but kept locked in place by powerful paws. The Human began gasping with each thrust-- a sticatto counterpoint to the Molz's deep grunts. Even with the laborer having so much physical control of the situation, Raedryn quickly learned that he still had a good amount of independence in choosing the angle of penetration and just how deep his partner went by leaning forward or backward and flexing or relaxing his legs.

Even as he was learning it, however, he also inadvertently found "the right position" when Micah's next vigorous thrust hit just right and he cried out as his floodgates opened and he began spontaneously cumming all over the floor. Each spurt was given extra force due to the quickened pounding his prostate took; if Raedryn hadn't known if Micah knew what had happened, the Laborer's pleased statement dispelled any doubt. "Gods, kid... ya just fuckin' came without touchin' yerself... that's fuckin' hot..."

Micah wasn't that far behind him, quickening the pace until he ultimately had to stand up. Raedryn found himself bent over at an angle until his heels and palms were both on the floor, knees bent with a furry flap of belly draped over his hips. The Badger used gravity to slam home his final thrust and let out a low, deep moan; a split second later Raedryn felt his insides bathed for the third time that night in beast folk semen. The Molz's ejaculations were not the blasts of cum from Herald nor the spasmodic spurts from Bird-- it was like a constant, unending flow very quickly filling the young man up... until the pressure got so great that some started to dribble out. Only then did Micah pull free.

The Badger straightened Raedryn back up, large, thick arms wrapping around the Human from behind as the young man was pulled back into the still-shirted chest of his companion. Micah's muzzle only came up to just above the Human's shoulderblades, but it didn't stop the Molz' from nuzzling him there. "Yer magic, Raedryn... gods damned magic."

Rather than return to the bed, Micah flopped down right on the floor, bringing Raedryn with him. At some point during the Badger's vigorous thrusting the meager bedding had fallen onto the floor and that was where they ended up (thankfully not on the several lengthy lines of semen that the Human had ejaculated at the height of pleasure). Letting out a soft, content sigh through his nose, the gruff, no-nonsense Laborer coddled the young man, snuggling him with his entire body and letting Raedryn use it as a mattress once again.

Smiling, the young man laid with his back against Micah's chest and belly. He made another attempt at humor. "I didn't fall off... does that make me a good rider?"

Thick arms folded around him anew and gave him an ever-so-gentle squeeze. "Th' best, Ray. Like ah said: fuckin' magic."

The two remained like that for some time; Raedryn found Micah a far more comfortable bed than the wooden shelf. More visions of a life past lived danced through the Human's head. There was incense and the strong musk of a warrior Molz returned fresh from battle. There was a celebration-- low lights, a large bed with satin and silk bedding... so much finery. The room was chill... winter perhaps? But it did not remain cold for long. A bare skinned body met with a furred one, joined together in an intimate union. A warbling tenor cried out in pleasure as a deep bass groaned through a release-- there was adoration to both sounds, and a joyful familiarity in an act that would never grow old between them.

Even as the vision faded from Raedryn's senses, the Human rotated in the Badger's arms, feeling his cheeks flush slightly as he blushed, considering what he'd just witnessed. "Are you going to be able to stay here tonight with me?"

A slightly sour expression crossed the Molz's muzzle. "Ah'd like to, kid... but ah'm on this ship as a laborer... screwy schedule an' all that-- got shit t'do."

Ray let out a sigh. "Well... I'm glad you're here now. You're a lot more comfortable to lay on than that wooden shelf."

Micah slowly disengaged, letting out a deep breath. "Well... yer gonna have t'get used't it, yer highness... we're barely inta the trip, an' ya ain't got a big rich man's bed here t' meet all yer luxury needs."

The flat dismissal in the words stung almost as much as the surprise flop off of the Badger's body onto the cold, hard floor. Raedryn was taken aback by the sudden change in his companion's mood. "Did I... do something wrong?"

Doing a double-take, Micah froze, his ears going up and his glimmering pupils constricting. "I... fuck."

Raedryn stared at the Badger, trying to figure out exactly what was going on in the laborer's head; he looked almost as surprised at his own words as the Human felt at hearing them. "I didn't want to sound like I was complaining, Micah... I--"

The Molz immediately went to his knees beside the Human, interrupting him. "No... Nononono, kid. That was me. All me. Not you. Ah can be a fuck-up sometimes when ah'm not thinkin' about what ah'm sayin'."

The Human fidgeted, fighting hard to not let his sudden lack of faith in his companion win. Micah had said he didn't mean it-- that he spoke without thinking. Then again, he reminded himself, things spoken in haste were often spoken in perceived truth. "It sounded a little like you think I'm a spoiled brat that doesn't handle adversity well."

The Badger's coarse fur was puffed out and he chewed on the inside of his cheek as he began trying to smooth it back out grumbling as he did so. "Like ah said, ah'm fulla shit,an' so's mah head. Ah've seen ya step up when ya need to, Ray... so ah know ya do just fine when it comes t' adversary."

Despite the seveerity of the moment, Raedryn couldn't help make a small correction. "Adversity. Not adversary. An adversary is someon--"

The Molz shot him a severe stare. "Does th' fact that yer correctin' me mean that ah didn't just totally fuck things up batween us or are ya just bein' a prick an' kickin' me while ah'm down?"

Raedryn did very badly want to be able to get past the emotionally confusing outburst, but it still lingered. "Of course I forgive you... but if you really DO think of me as some kind of helpless high class brat who can't--"

The counter made the Badger pause a second time and he covered the side of his face with one of his big paws. "Ah really don't!"

The Human was relieved that the objection had real weight behind it, and it was a little easier to smile. "Okay... then... uh... do you... wanna talk about it?"

The Badger's earnestwhile concerned expression disappeared immediately, washed over by a dour scowl and he added his second paw to he other side of his face, smashing his muzzle between them. "Talk about what? Me bein' too fuckin' dense t' be able to offer ya some comfort fer bein' stuck in this closet?"

A little caught off guard by how quickly Micah's mood swung, Raedryn had whiplash at how quickly he was put on the defensive then suddenly had to provide comfort after being so quickly comforted himself. Glancing to the small shelf by the door, the young man pointed out "Well... you brought me some food... so that counts for something."

Rather than say anything, Micah first went and grabbed the wooden bowl and spoon, coming back to offer them to Raedryn before sitting down beside him. "Ah can do somethin' right when it comes to carin' for someone... yeah?"

It was a simple, straight forward statement, but something about the erstwhile way in which the Badger spoke it warmed the young man. That, and the specific verbiage. "You... care for me?"

Micah fidgeted, immeidately back on the defensive as he fought to maintain a gruff countenance. "Ah mean, care for... ya know? Like makin' sure an' old lady gets her laundry brought up her steps... or ah lil' cub crosses the street without bein' hit by a horse... or a--"

Raedryn offered up the tone his father used when making subtle complaints about just about anything. "Making sure a spoiled rich brat doesn't go hungry in his obviously insufficient, lower class quarters?"

Although he realized after the fact that immediately pointing to the falling out they were just trying to overcome may have been in bad taste, the young man was relieved to see that his companion weathered it well. Offering a smirk, Micah responded with "Hey... yer words, not mine, 'Young Master Wescott'."

Despite being so gruff and casual with his speech, Micah did do a remarkably decent job of immitating a working class tone of deferrence. In the end, it was a little too much in the moment and Raedryn found himself laughing. A moment later the Molz joined in and, eventually, they were hugging one another as they attempted to cease their nonsensical chortling. Micah won out first, and slowly straightened up, still supporting Raedryn until the Human's laughter also subsided.

Separating, Raedryn began to eat the very simple stew. It wasn't anywhere close to high society cuisine, but it was both paletable and filling, so he saw no reason to object. Afterward, the young man scooted closer to his companion and leaned against him, resting the side of his head against he top of the Badger's. "Thank you for bringing me dinner, Micah... I really appreciate it."

The Molz remained seated beside him, paws in his lap as he looked down at them. "Ah'll be sure t'check in on ya when ah can, kid... ah know this ain't a great place t'be stayin'... especially when ya can't leave it. Ah promise t'keep ya company when ah can... kay?"

Feeling a much more natural, much more contented smile finally finding its way to his lips, Raedryn nodded. "That sounds good. Thank you, Micah."

The Badger slowly reached over into the Human's lap and hesitantly took one of the young man's hands in his large paw. "Flint."

The single word didn't really fit into their conversation. "What?"

The Badger looked up, staring at Raedryn. Even though there was next to no light in the room, the young man swore he could still see the difference in his companions' eye colors. Micah spoke softly, a deep, warm rumble to his voice. "That Varken 'o yers... he kept wantin' t'know mah private name... ah ain't sharin' it with just anybody... but yer SOMEBODY, Ray... an' ah wanted ya t'know that ah don't just think you're a spoiled rich brat. Folks call me Micah... but th' Wolf's right-- mah private name... it's Flint."

Raedryn found his smile widening, and, as the Molz's muzzle drew closer to his lips, the young man spoke softly. "Thank you for telling me... Flint."

Their lips touched, and then, so too did their tongues. Raedryn managed to work the Badger's shirt off of him and then their bare bodies connected. They had sex again, but it was far different than their first time that night. Raedryn's mind was awash with the vision he'd had during their post coital snugglinh and he realized that he wasn't alone in it. Their second time was much more like that. It was close... intimate. Special.

The visions came while Raedryn was on his back, legs splayed by Flint's stocky form. The Molz was astride him, moving with purpose, but it was neither forceful nor hurried. Each slow, meticulous thrust stroked against the young man's insides in the same way the Badger's paws traversed his body like a blind man attempting to see with touch. The Molz's speed started picking up, but Raedryn could tell that he forced himself to slow back down, delaying the end by leaning even further forward to share another kiss with the Human.

The movements-- each act was almost lock-step with what the two were experiencing together in their shared vision. As their bodies drove ever closer toward the point of no return, Raedryn felt himself building toward his peak, but, at the same time, he also felt the experience from the past-- from his other life, and he knew that Flint did too. As their union built toward a crechendo, he heard Flint's voice spoken on-top of the other Molz's. "Lord Ozran, my Prophet... I love you."

It took a moment as the haze around the vision fought with the light-headed euphoria of Raedryn's second orgasm of the night, and the intimate heat of being filled again by the Badger's before he realized something: the name spoken in Flint's voice was not 'Ozran'; the laborer had called HIS name. The young man realized it must have been a 'heat of the moment' thing; perhaps he'd misheard. Slowly lifting his head to look at the stocky beast folk atop him, however, Raedryn's assessment was confirmed when he saw that Flint realized what he'd said too. The Badger's little round ears were splayed sheepishly and he didn't meet Raedryn's gaze. Pulling back slowly, Flint winced at the pop his member made when it pulled free, foundering to find something to say. "Ya know... ah... didn't know ah'd enjoy doing this so much with a Humme... let alone a male one."

Feeling his own face flush horribly, Raedryn never the less called his companion on it. "Do you... love it?"

Covering his face with his large, broad paws, Flint let out a long sigh. "Fuckin' muzzle... talkin' before thinkin' two times in one night."

Remembering his own thoughts on the matter with regard to a negative statement, Raedryn had to remind himself that positive statements were just as likely to hold a kernel of truth. Still, he wasn't sure exactly how to feel about it himself, and so he let the statement go. "Happens to us all at some point. At least you're dealing with someone who doesn't judge you as much as he could when you speak without thinking."

Flint offered a half-hearted 'heh'at that, and rubbed at the fur on his neck awkwardly. "Listen... uh... Prophet... I--"

Raedryn leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Crag."

Flint's eyes locked onto his; 'Crag' was the Molz from the vision. Although Raedryn wasn't sure if his attempt to diffuse the situation would work, he was pleased when he got another 'heh' from Flint with a little more levity to it. "Yeah... Ozran. Me too."

While Raedryn was fairly certain that Flint was no more fooled than the Human, there was enough of a forced misdirection that they would be able to cover up any discomfort. The two snuggled for a little longer, the situation successfully disarmed. The Human enjoyed the furry warmth from the Molz, eventually starting to drift off thanks to the soft, rhythmic breaths from Flint and the strong beating of the Badger's heart.

He heard the Molz's regret about having to leave, and the promise that he'd return as soon as he could. Raedryn was starting to drift into a deeper sleep while Flint got dressed, acknowledging that the trip would be a long one, but he would keep Raedryn company. The last thing the young man registered before finally giving himself over to slumber was a gentle kiss on his forehead. Words from the tender muzzle washed over him. "Fuck me... ah think ah MIGHT love him..."

* * * * *

Raedryn awoke with a start, but, for a few moments he didn't realize what had shaken him free from sleep. The small candle on the cross beam had long-since burned away, leaving the young man in virtual darkness so he couldn't tell what time it was, but he still felt tired so he came to the conclusion that he hadn't slept for the full night. Even as he began wondering why he'd awakened the answer was provided-- violently.

The floor beneath his feet shuddered violently, creaking dangerously. The room he was in meant that all noises from the ship were heavily muffled, but the scream somewhere above him on top deck was loud enough that there was no mistaking what Raedryn had heard. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! BATTLE STATIONS!"

The ship suddered again and the floor jumped; if Raedryn had been standing he was sure he would have been knocked off his feat. Not entirely sure of the situation, the one thing the young man knew for sure was that, at the very least, he would be in a better position to assess the problem if he were dressed-- if the ship was under attack he had been caught with his pants down, literally, and he had to do something about it.

Knowing he wouldn't be any good in combat, the young man resolved to keep himself busy by getting dressed; he was confident that his companions would come for him and he needed to be ready for their arrival. Starting with his under breeches, Raerdyn had them pulled up and secured the tie-off fasteners around his waist before starting on his undershirt. Neither had been cleaned since he had last worn them, but he knew that he couldn't be picky.

Just as he started looking around for his trousers, Raedryn's focus on his clothes came to an end when the door to the smuggling hold opened. Standing at the ready, Raedryn immediately felt his adrenaline kick in, only to be washed over with relief the moment he saw that it was Herald. "Raedryn, come with me! Pirates have--"

The explanation was cut short due to a massive explosion that threw the young man forward and to the ground. He covered his head, protecting himself from a showering avalanche of broken wood. His head pounded fiercely and an unbearably lound, endless peal rang in his ears as he attempted to regain his senses. He coughed as the copious amounts of dust and wood particles in the air made it hard for him to breathe. Raedryn felt something warm and wet on his forearm and raised it to his eyes, only to see smudged blood on it where his head had been resting while he was prone. Reaching a hand up to his forehead, he felt wet warmth as well; his fingers came back covered in red.

Still unable to hear anything aside from the ringing in his ears, Raedryn looked to the panel where Herald had been; the entire wall was missing and the Varken was gone. The young man called out, but he could barely even hear his own voice over the single-note sound that permeated his entire existence. Fighting to find his footing on a ground that wasn't moving as much as it felt like, the Human finally managed to gain enough balance that he was able to stand, but his vision began to spin and grow blurry-- he had to reach out to steady himself against the wall. Fortunately, a few moments later strong hands helped to steady him... by grabbing him securely.

Attempting to turn in place, Raedryn was once again overcome with dizziness, but the hold on him was firm and he found himself forcefully hoisted into the air. As his disobedient body failed to respond to his commands, he realized that the men who were carrying him away were not in the least bit familiar to him, and they were walking right through a new opening in the ship's hull. They were taking him somewhere... somewhere he knew he didn't want to go. The men with him were pirates, and he was too discombobulated to put up much of a fight.... not like he could have done much even if he DID have his wits about him.

Raedryn's concussed mind continued to jump from thought to observation to pondering seemingly without aim or goal. The ringing in his ears finally started to abate, or so he thought, until he also realized that his blurred vision was growing dark once more. It only took a second for him to realize what that meant. The young man's second to last thought was that he was falling unconscious. His last thought was that he hoped he was going to wake up.