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To Ashes

Chapter 11: Kindling

Sneak Peek

Have you ever cried so hard you felt empty? Not tired, but empty. You could scream and gasp, heave and strain, but not another tear would fall. Try to imagine that while your body burned. Burned with the primal need to give in, to lay down and just let the earth swallow you whole pressed on your chest. A paradox of feeling more empty and hollow than you ever have in your life, and yet still so heavy that you might just collapse into the cavern where your heart used to be. Only, instead of just those two soul crushing feelings, there was a third of burning need. A broken promise that continued to burn in Asher's womb like the clawing kittens that wanted to be born but were being denied the life they were promised. A devastating trifecta that paralyzed Asher until he fell into a fitful sleep.

His dreams were filled with angry, degrading words, his pussy being pounded by a barbed cock that wanted to break through him, claws that marked him over his chest and face.

“You'll never leave me again."

Asher woke, but it wasn't like a jolt from a nightmare, but more of a slide into an even more painful reality. He slowly opened his eyes, a frown souring the drake's peaceful expression, and then a light groan as he rolled out from his side. He was curled up in a ball on his bed, his sheets darkened from the heat laden juices that were dripping between his legs. Steam practically rolled up from his pussy, his cunt a swollen needy mess. The fur so matted that it looked pink from showing the flesh beneath. If he looked closely he could see the petals twitch with his heartbeat.

He had cum in his sleep and now his sheets were a mess.

Asher sighed, his eyes bloodshot as he rolled one leg off his bed, and then the other before they hit the carpet below. He gripped the sheets and tugged, the pitiful strength he had made it difficult, and every fiber of his being wanted to just lay down and die, but he refused to just let this be. It had been a day since the restaurant event and he had been trying to sleep off his feelings ever since. His sleep schedule was practically non-existent, but that was normal for heat. He glanced at his alarm clock and confirmed it was still the better half of two in the morning.

Eventually the fitted sheet recoiled from the far corner and pulled the blankets with it. He groaned, already short of breath as he balled all the sheets and blankets together and dragged them out of his room and to the washing unit. He started with the sheets and got them going before curling himself up in his blankets and just sat against the double decker unit. The slow rumble of the machine sent vibrations through the dragon as he cocooned himself in his blanket, the dirty part off to the side so he didn't' have to sit in his own mess. He shouldn't have bothered, he made one shortly after with his dripping.

The drake leaned his head back against the cool metal of the washer, a gentle sigh parting his lips as the slow vibrations of the washer reminded him of a deep purr. Asher smiled, but his coo caught in his throat as tears tried to well up around his eyes, but they simply couldn't. He pulled the blanket over his head and grit his teeth.

“Hey," Marcus's gentle voice came up to him. “What you doin' bud? You okay."

“No," Asher managed to squeak out. “I don't know."

“What happened?" Marcus's disembodied voice was coming from beside him. The drake couldn't' see the black bear, but he could feel his presence.

“I…my heat soaked my sheets." Asher sighed and sniffed, smearing some of his snot on the blanket. He was going to wash it anyway.

“Oh, Hun, I can take care of your sheets for you."

“I…I'm kind of tired of people doing things for me," Asher gripped his legs and pulled them close, still in his cloth prison. A deep sense of unease would come when people told him to just sit and they'll take care of things. He knew it was ludicrous to think that his sister or Marcus would do anything to betray him, but having a protection detail and all those shop owners act so nice only to help Fynx instilled some serious trust issues.

“Hey now," Marcus's gentle paw pushed back the blanket, the fabric peeling away from Asher's head and horns, his ears flopping out and folding backwards as the drakes topaz eyes refused to look at the bear. “You don't need to beat yourself up. This isn't your fault. This was your heat getting to you."

“I can't be so sure…" Asher sniffed. “I…" Asher tried to confess that he sabotaged his own birth control, but only a shaky sob came out.

“Asher," Marcus took Asher's shoulders and firmly made him look at the big bear. Asher looked up, his eyes meeting Marcus's. The big buy was wearing nothing but some pajama pants. “This wasn't your fault. You were held against your will. Regardless of the circumstances before, you didn't ask to be abducted. This wasn't your fault. You don't need to blame yourself. Your safe now, that's all that matters."

Another contradiction spiraled in Asher's chest. He was safe from Fynx, but that also meant that Fynx would never finish the job of breeding him.

That he wasn't with his mate…

“I…I think this heat is just really messing with me," Asher sniffed.

“I feel that," Marcus chuckled, the outline of his iron hard cock in his pants. “How about we get you cleaned up? I'll handle the rest of your sheets and you can sleep in my bed if you'd like."

“I'd just get your bed covered in my heat, you wouldn't want that." Asher paused as he felt Marcus take his hand. That large bear mitt cradled him so gently. Normally Asher would say he wasn't so fragile, but in that moment, that tender touch was heaven sent.

“I don't mind, Hun," Marcus nuzzled his hand and gave him a little kiss on his knuckles. “I'd do anything for you. Even put up with an annoying hard on."

Asher wasn't in the mood to be romanced, but Marcus was so soft and gentle. This was the reason he fell for the big guy in the first place. He was so kind and gentle, supportive and caring. Normally Asher would be a little annoyed with Marcus's coddling, but this time, it was soothing.

Asher took Marcus's hand and pulled it close, nuzzling into it and pressing his cheek into his palm. It was cool to the touch, the dragon feverish from his heat.

“Okay," Asher nodded. “That sounds good."

“Good," Marcus smiled, brushing the drake's cheek with his thumb. “Do you need help to the shower?"

Asher pursed his lips, biting back a sob as he nodded.

“Okay, do you need a help up or do you need me to carry you?"

“I…I can stand…" Asher responded. The big black bear stood up, never letting go of Asher's hand. He pulled and Asher came out of his cocoon. The dragon felt light headed from getting up so fast. He fell into Marcus's chest, the bear's gut soft and cool as well.

“Woah there, you sure you're good to walk?"

“I'm…I think…"

“Okay Hun," Marcus smiled and lifted the dragon up. It was slow and deliberate, the bear giving the dragon time to adjust to the shift and give consent. The big bear took him to the bathroom where he set him down on his feet in the shower. “Okay. I'll get you a towel and I'll let you do your thing."

“Okay," Asher just nodded and got to cleaning himself up. He ran the water, getting rid of any crusted cum or juice that found its way onto his fur. Then his hand brushed over the hash marks. He was surprised Marcus didn't ask about them. They were clearly visible. Scabbed over and irritated. He brought his hand to the marks, parting his fur to really get a look at them. It stung a little, his heat telling him to stop and let his mate handle things, but…he just couldn't help but look at them. One at a time he would count them, brushing his thumb over each hash mark until it sent a paralyzing shudder through him. He gripped the handle in the shower, his arms and legs shaking as the warm water ran over him.

“You okay in there?"

“I…yeah…I'm fine." Asher steadied himself and continued to wash himself, paying extra attention to the hash marks to make sure they didn't get infected.

When he finished and got his towel, he noticed a fresh set of his comfy sleeping clothes resting on the sink. Asher smiled and slipped them on. He wished he had more of those pads. He regretted not snagging a few more before going to that dinner. Asher came out of the bathroom, a rolling steam cloud following him. He liked the heat, but his heat made it difficult for him to not reach scalding levels of hot with his showers when he wanted warm. When he came out, Marcus was already setting up the couch for himself, the TV on and with low volume playing old show the two had seen a million times.

“You don't have to do that," Asher came out, still patting his hair dry with the towel.

“I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch," Marcus responded. “I remember you slept on it wrong that one time and woke up with a really bad muscle pull. I couldn't imagine what that would feel like in your heat."

“No…I meant…we could both sleep in your bed if you want."

Marcus paused and looked at the drake, a blush forming on his muzzle before he shook his head.

“No need Asher, really. You need your rest and I know how you don't like my snoring."

“Marcus…" Asher was rolling the towel between his arms, wadding it up like a taffy puller.

“For real though, I'm sure you'll be more comfortable on your own."

“I don't want to be alone," Asher let it come out. “I…hate how empty my bed makes me feel with no one else in it. I think it's a heat thing, like my body is desperate for a mate and I don't know if I can sleep without someone and I don't really want to be left alone with my thoughts and—"

“Asher," Marcus had come over and stopped the dragon from nervously kneading the towel. “It's okay. We can share the bed if you want."

“Thanks Marcus," Asher didn't look up. “You're…so good to me even though I put you through all this trouble. I know it's not easy being around someone with a heat so strong. I really don't know why you put up with me."

“I mean, isn't it obvious?" Marcus chuckled squeezing the dragon's hands a little bit more. “I don't think I hide it or am really too covert with how I feel about you. I just know you're not interested so…I don't push the issue. It's my problem, not yours. So, if you need a big bear to cuddle you while you sleep I promise not to do anything creepy while you do."

Asher dropped the towel and leaned into Marcus's chest, wrapping his arms around the big bear, his big belly cool to the touch. That's the thing about fat. When you're hot, your fat is actually quite cool. It insulates so the outside of it feels pretty nice when you're burning up. So when Asher hugged that big bear, he took in a shuddery breath and let it out.

“Thanks Marcus," Asher sighed. “Could…you help me to your bed? I can walk, I just need someone to lean on."

“For sure, Hun," Marcus hugged the little drake back, the dragon like a ball of fire. “Whatever you need."

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