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“Best behaviour today soldiers.” My centurion stood atop a crate as she addressed us. She was a muscular charr with an ugly face, sunlight glittered off of her polished armour. The cog of the Iron Legion was freshly painted onto her chestplate, her tail swished proudly as she continued. “There’s a delegate of norn shamans attending the festivities today and Tribune Goreblade expects us to make an impression. Drink ale, eat your fill and make a night they’ll be singing in their legends for generations to come.” She saluted us. Clawed feet scuffled as our warband saluted back.

I drew in a breath, my heart pounded. I’d only been recruited to the warband a month ago and this was my first Meatober Fest. I was giddy, in the fahrar we used to hear stories about the drunken revelry. I thought I’d never make one, but tonight I’d celebrate harder than I had before. I’d drink my limit, whatever that would be. I hadn’t drunk before, not really. A stolen mouthful of my Primus’s brandy hardly counted.

I stretched in the chilly air, the westerly gusts from Wayfarer Foothills were fierce today. “Hope those norn get in alright, there’s a blizzard,” a charr beside me muttered. I nodded an agreement, my fur bristled against the cold. We’d been stationed in Butcher’s Block for a week, helping set up the festivities but today we were given free run of the festival. Stalls spilled outwards from the walls of the village, great roaring fires gushed plumes of greasy smoke and the mouth-watering scent of charred meat. A veritable mountain of ale kegs sat in the centre of the village, with smaller piles scattered about.

There were colours and scents and strangers aplenty, even this early in the afternoon. At least fifty other charr roved between the stalls, shouting and laughing as they carried dripping cuts of meat and overflowing mugs of drink. Amongst them, a few humans and sylvari meekly made their way through the throng looking shell-shocked to be around so many daydrinkers. Nearly as many norn were present as charr, the festival took place on the border of our territories. The giants carried presence as they stood tall over all but the largest charr.

A cheer erupted from the northern gate as a convoy of Blood Legion warbands arrived.

“That’s our cue.” Our centurion’s voice rose over the sound of the party. Excitement brought a toothy grin to my face as we took up a casual formation. Our leader was armoured to the teeth, but the rest of us wore sturdy working clothes. I nervously traced the tiger stripes on my arm, there was a roaring in my head as we sauntered into the village centre. Anything could happen today, my tail jittered in anxious excitement.

We marched towards the ale kegs, my centurion poured off a dozen frothy mugs and handed them to us with a clap on the shoulder to send us on our way. As she reached me, she wrinkled her nose.

“Sago, keep an eye on the newblood.” She proffered a mug to him before me.

Sago huffed. “Aw, boss Korus isn– yessir.” The older charr wilted under our leader’s stare. She placed a hefty mug in my hand, I didn’t receive a clap on the shoulder. I still bowed my head in thanks. This wouldn’t change a thing.

But Sago sighed heavily, the older charr was a fluffy thing of roan fur and battlescars. He cleared his fringe with his free hand, took a heady gulp of his mug and growled under his breath. “I ain’t watching you cub.”

“Not a cub,” I muttered and tried to mirror the way he drank. The ale fizzed on my tongue. I didn’t expect that. It had a bitter taste that made me splutter. It spilled from my jowls. I coughed and rubbed it from my orange fur. Sago shook his head, produced a wheezy laugh and disappeared into the rabble, I hissed at his back. Embarrassment warmed my damp cheeks. Doubtless he’d share that with the warband.

I glanced back to where my centurion had stood only a moment before, she’d also vanished. I was alone in a crowd. I pondered as I stared into my mug of ale. The stuff was foul, I think. I sipped at it curiously and grimaced. I took a deep breath. There was a human watching me pityingly. I hissed a warning at them and nudged my way through the throng of people. I don’t know why I clutched the ale so delicately, so afraid to spill a single drop. It was mine, I guess. A new experience that I’d have for myself since nobody seemed interested in sharing it with me.

I found a seat on a grassy knoll and tucked my knees up to my chest. I stared down at the festival and sip by delicate sip, I grew a taste for the ale. I saw the delegate of shamans arrive, a group of tall norn dressed in ceremonial garb that displayed their tattoos. From where I sat, I could see members of my warband peel off towards them.

I stared into my empty mug. I felt funny. Hungry, yes, but also isolated. I felt like gladia. I stood, blood rushed from my head. I staggered a moment as my vision snowed. I blinked. Strange. I took a deep breath and settled myself. Meat. I wanted meat.

The wait at a stall felt like agony, but once I had a lean piece of dolyak to gnaw on I felt marginally better. I wandered a bit. It felt lonesome to be surrounded by so many people and not want to share my time with them, but still I wound my way through a few stalls and ate enough to satisfy me for now. On a whim I filled my mug and then retreated to a shaded spot beside a tree near the town centre.

Here I watched others enjoy themselves and wondered what I might do next.

A norn caught my eye as I roved the crowd. He was at a stall, accepting a fatty end cut of meat that was perfectly charred. The kind of succulent piece that left one feeling full of vigour. He wore the ceremonial garb of a shaman, likely why he was being given such a treat. He must’ve felt my eyes on him because he glanced to me, I tried to shy away but he grinned widely as he walked over to me. His clothing didn’t cover much of his torso, a brown-furred mantle draped his shoulders and dangled strips of hide that weren’t bound to his belt. He had a thick gut, his muscular chest was covered in dark hair that made him look rugged and sturdy.

He made a satisfied sound as he sat beside me. I sideyed him silently. “Drink with me, little one.” He took a hefty draught of his ale and exhaled pleasantly.

I sipped my drink and sniffed towards his meat. He offered it up generously. I took a cautious bite and he chuckled. “So hesitant, so unlike the rest.” He flashed his grin at me, his canines were sharper than I expected of a norn. “Tell me your story, how can one look so sad at a party with so much food and drink?”

I gaped a moment, did I truly look so pathetic? “First time.” I swirled my mug. “Lots to take in.”

He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Such a meek tiger.” He clapped me on the shoulder and I smiled despite his words feeling like an insult. “Come, come live and feel the life of the party.” He pushed a meaty hand under my mug and raised it to my lips, he was full of such jovial spirit I didn’t want to disappoint him. I gulped back a frothy mouthful, then another and again before I had to push him away. I exhaled and made a raw sound, my tongue and throat burned from the fizz of the drink. My eyes watered, but he smiled at me warmly.

I belched and squinted after the taste of it. He snickered and gulped eagerly at his mug. “The burn is like stoking a fire.” He wiped froth from his lip. “You feel it growing, yeah?” He placed a finger at the base of my neck just over the edge of my shirt. There was warmth within me from the alcohol, but warmth from his finger too. I nodded. “Let your fire roar, little charr. What’s your name?”

“Korus,” I mumbled.

“Hultar.” He gripped his stick of meat between his teeth and shot a greasy hand out to shake my paw. I winced as his fingers closed around me, he had the strength of a bear. “I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

“Shamans?” I asked.

He flicked me a coy gaze over the rim of his mug. “Some,” he said. “Others, like you. Need a little push to join the crowd.” He raised my drink to my lips again. “More, it will help.”

My fingers buzzed as I acquiesced. I felt a little silly, being told how to enjoy myself but I wouldn’t disappoint a shaman. Maybe I’d do something my warband could be proud of afterall. I felt an urge to make something of myself; make something of tonight. I gulped at the ale past the point of burning. I only stopped when my mug was empty. I felt lightheaded and strange, but Hultar grinned at me again. I followed him to a keg and poured another round. I felt woozy as the bubbling liquid drained into my mug. How many was that again?

Energy flowed through me. I grew chatty, I grew eager. I delighted in the fact that I’d captured this shaman’s attention, and soon that turned to others as he pulled me to a gathering on the far side of the festival. There I drank and ate and danced and laughed and tusseled. There was joy in this drunken stupor. I lost count of how much I had drunk but I kept sloshing through mug after mug.

And then it was dark. The festival roared on, but the sun had fallen some time ago. I felt a chill. I felt dizzy and disoriented, the gathering had shrunk. Hultar had disappeared and I wasn’t sure where I was exactly. I felt tired and my lonesomeness stalked back to the fore of my mind.

I can’t remember if I even made an excuse, but numb-faced I stumbled away. I wanted to find Hultar, I think. I wanted my warband to see me with a shaman.

I staggered drunkenly, crashing into walls. I felt so nauseous. I rounded a corner into the alley between two buildings, fully intending to collapse for the night. Instead I froze. My centurion had her back arched as she sat atop the lap of a Blood Legion centurion, their armour made a rhythmic clatter amidst their grunts. I stared for a second and spun so fast I nearly fell as I scampered off.

I found myself at the western gate to Butcher’s Block, a dozen norn were leaving for the night. Some of my warband stood around them, passing on farewells and safe travels. I couldn’t see Hultar among them.

My heart panged. I missed the shaman’s kindness. I missed his interest. I swayed after the shamans as they departed, intending only to ask if they’d seen Hultar.

“Wazzat Korus?” a charr slurred as I scampered by.

“Burn me.” Sago’s voice was tight. My ears pulled back but I tried to walk a little faster to catch up to the norn. “Oi! Get back here cub.” His words barely pierced my head, it annoyed me. I wasn’t a cub. “I’ll thrash some sense into you.” I kept walking, wooziness filled my head. I shivered, the night suddenly seemed so cold away from the fires and the festivities. I felt locked into my path, I just had to find Hultar. It seemed nauseating to rush, I just didn’t want to deal with Sago. He could be vicious if he felt righteous, the alcohol made it easier to ignore the sensation of my tail going limp.

By the time I felt the first flakes of snow there was a strain in my legs like I’d been walking for some time. I was somewhere on the pass out of Diessa Plateau. I blinked into the dark of the night and couldn’t see the group of norn I’d been following. I glanced back, Butcher’s Block was out of sight. A handful of charr were coming down the road after me. From the jolting rhythm of their lantern they were running. The one leading them looked like Sago. I huffed as I tried to pick up the pace.

I rubbed at my nose. A cold sheet of snow broke from my muzzle. I watched as the flakes of it fell between my claws. I looked up at the stars and could only see dense clouds. A flurry of snow blinded me the longer I stared. The numbness in my face felt deeper, more severe. It was just my drunkenness, I knew. I’d heard enough of my warband complain about what a night of drink can do. I pushed on.

The howling wind drove icy cold through my fur. I was no longer sure what I was doing but it felt essential I kept going, lest Sago leave another scar. And go I did, one step after the other as I crunched through knee-deep snow. I’d never been so cold before and it worsened when I stumbled. My arms shot out to catch myself, but they wouldn’t move like I thought they would. I couldn’t stop my body as I fell forward. I sunk in, the fresh snow compacted under me.

I lay there for the span of a few breaths before I felt the chill kiss of new flakes falling on me in thick clumps. I’d never seen a snowstorm like this. It was amusing, but danger panged through me as I tried to stand and failed. Huh. I tried to make a sound, to call out. Nothing. I felt as though I drifted on a drunken tide out of my own body. This seemed a stupid position for someone to end up in, but I couldn’t quite assess it was me that found myself here.

Through the dampening rush of wind I heard a quiet sound. “Korus!” A hoarse voice broke the shushing sound of the storm. Sago. I took a shallow breath. He’d find me. “Korus!” His voice came closer. I braced for his tongue lashing, for his spite. “Korus!” Closer still. I suppose I’d deserve it this time. Relief brought me peace. “Korus!” He didn’t sound closer. “Korus!” Further. “Korus! Burn me cub, where are you?” I heard Sago’s voice go distant as he howled my name to the storm. I was alone. He’d missed me.

Ice gripped my heart. Nausea quaked my belly. I felt so cold, so frozen, so tired. So alone. And then there was a sparkle of warmth that started in my claws.

I was fading, fading away. I drifted on the warmth that tingled through my fingers. I couldn’t comprehend it, my brain was too slow, too woozy. But the warmth was nice. Strange, to find comfort in the blinding snow. Solace arose through me as the panic faded. I could stay here and be okay. And I did, time slipped through my fingers too as I verged on senselessness.

Despite it, it felt necessary to exist. I held myself there, in that silent lonesome place of frigid emptiness because anything more felt inconceivable. My body was numb to all but the sensation of that focus. To my mind, there grew another presence. A steady, lumbering force that bristled against the cold and defied it.

Strong hands ripped me from the snow before I could ponder the presence further. The frigid air bit through my fur and chilled my bones to ice. I went limp as I shivered violently. I had no strength to say anything. Someone carried me with little effort. They bundled me into their arms and staggered through the storm. They held me for an indiscernible length of time, I was a frozen thing in their grasp until they dumped me on the floor of a freezing shack.

A dusty fireplace sat before me, within moments they had it stoked and lit. Little embers licked delicately at a thick log of wood, like they weren’t sure they wanted to seize it. “Stay. Take these off.” A familiar voice spoke to me. He pulled my work shirt from me, the cloth was caked with snow that had started to melt and only added to the chill of my body. I was too tired to care when he pulled off my pants as well. I wore only a dinky breechcloth. He draped a thick blanket over my shoulders then layered animal pelts over it, though he left the front open to the fire. I held tight to them and chattered, I was an icicle in an oven. Slowly, fear started to grow in my mind over how I could feel so cold in so warm a place.

The fear subsided under a weight of exhaustion that snuck up on me. My body started to warm and I fell into the void I’d been circling. Sleeping in this state seemed darker than death. A black, empty space devoid of everything but time. I couldn’t feel my own body, but there was some degree of consciousness that tormented me throughout the night.

I woke feeling wretched, the scent of hearth cakes and dried meat filled the air and turned my stomach. A figure crouched over the fire beside me, I stared at him for a time before my mind finally pieced together the shape of him.

“Hultar,” I croaked and winced at the light of the fire. From the empty, inky plane of sleep I emerged into a world of overwhelming warmth and brightness and delightful smells that only sickened me. My skull panged violently, I ached in every part of me. Nausea pooled in my belly like stagnant swamp water.

The norn breathed a sigh of relief. “He lives, thank the Spirits.” He kissed a tooth that hung at his neck. “Bear would be proud of your fortitude.” I could only stare. “Ah.” He snatched a pitcher of water from the hearth and brought it to my lips. Chunks of snow still drifted in it and it was ice cold but I took careful sips, my body reacted desperately to the moisture. I drank slowly until my tongue was numb, I could feel the chill of it spread through me.

The cold made me feel a pang of fear. I almost died. Burn me, I should be dead. But to feel the cold now meant that I was warm, I was too sick to feel relief. I was still swaddled in a blanket and animal hides. If anything I felt clammy.

“Eat,” he said as he pushed a toasty hearth cake into my hands. I made a tired sound as I raised it to my muzzle, I sniffed it and my belly turned. I nibbled at a corner. It was mealy and plain, no honey or or butter anything. “Don’t be so delicate, bite it, chew, swallow, breathe, repeat.” It felt easier when he told me what to do. I managed half of it before I had to gasp and clutch my stomach. He took it off me and was immediately back with the icy water.

It took him far too long to get the rest of the food in me, but I felt steadier for his efforts. The nausea lay thick in my belly but I felt fine so long as I didn’t move. Sleep took another stab at me and this time it felt almost restful.

I woke to a dreary afternoon. A storm rattled the door but the fire was roaring. Hultar sat beside me, his eyes shut in meditation. I watched him while I tried to assess myself. I was overheating under the blanket but the air on my muzzle felt chilly. Despite this, Hultar was dressed in a simple mantle that exposed his strong arms and belly.

“Did you come through the blizzard wearing that?” I was shocked to hear how dreadful my voice was. I croaked and rasped and struggled over words.

His eyes cracked open. “It's a trial of Bear to survive a snowstorm naked.” He let the mantle slip from his shoulders and bared the full extent of his angular blue tattoos. “I don’t mind the cold.” He reached for the water, it was warm by the fire and no snow remained within it. He spoke as he fed me water. “What were you doing so deep in the storm? I damn near stepped on you.”

Embarrassment made me splutter. I hacked and coughed and groaned as my body felt unsettled by the sudden movement. I curled tighter into the blanket and sighed. “Looking for you,” I muttered.

He grinned. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Drunk.” I sniffed. “And you were kind to me. It felt- I dunno. I didn’t know where you went.”

“Ah.” He laughed. “I was enjoying the night festivities.” He winked at me. An image of my centurion with her muzzle split in pleasure flashed in my mind. My cheeks warmed and I felt a pang of something else, burn me I felt like a fool.

“Oh.” Silence fell between us, but something shifted in his eyes. “I will repay you for saving me,” I croaked.

A warm smile shaped his lips. “You will, when you feel stronger. Rest now.”

And rest I did. For two days I lay beside his hearth, hardly able to move and care for myself. He tended to my needs with patience and kindness. The alcohol sickness would’ve been enough to keep me down on its own but my body was still trying to recover the stores of energy it had burned keeping me alive in the blizzard. I was knackered truly, I felt like an anvil after a day’s work yet there was still a chill in my blood that didn’t seem to pass.

By the third day I felt capable of standing on my own. I roved aimlessly around his shack. It was a small space with no table. A single room with a hearth, his bed, a few trunks of belongings and countless beads and relics and sculptures of bears. A hatchet hung by the door and a battleaxe beside it. Outside the door, I could hear the storm pounding against the shack as it blustered on.

Hultar paid my boredom little mind during his meditations, when he wasn’t occupied with some task he regaled me with legends of his spirit and the beliefs that emerged from them.

“Bear finds herself in all of us, little charr.” He spoke his name for me with dignity. “A hare may survive the iciest winter that fells elk and wolf alike. Strength is more than muscle and you channelled Bear when you persevered in that blizzard. She led me to you, so that I may reward you for your determination.”

I breathed in the glow of his words, he made my heart quake in pride. “I wish my centurion could hear you,” I gave a bitter chuckle.

He snorted in amusement. “They will see you as you are, in time.” He stretched. “You seem to be better today, stronger.”

I nodded. “I’m tired, but getting there.”

“Aye.” He grinned with a cheeky glimmer in his eye. “I would celebrate your good health with spirits if I didn’t think it’d knock you flat.”

“But you said Bear-”

He chuckled. “Alcohol, Korus. I would share drink with you again.”

“Oh.” I placed a paw over my stomach. I had never dressed back into my clothes, I still wore only my breechcloth. Mostly I stayed wrapped up in the thick blanket he’d given me. “Not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” he echoed. He stretched as he stood. “Sleep, I think. Sleep will do us both good, tomorrow you’ll be stronger still.” There was something in his voice. “Good night, little charr.” He clapped me on the shoulder as he walked towards his bed. I felt warmth at his touch– I stared at his back and smiled to myself as he shuffled out of his mantle. He wore loose-fitting pants which he shed shamelessly before me.

I averted my gaze, heat rushed to my cheeks. He wore a loincloth but– I put my embarrassment to rest. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me in the same. I made my way back to my pallet of animal hides on his hearth and curled up.

I lay there for hours, feeling restless. I couldn’t get comfortable. All I’d done for the last few days was sleep. The animal hides were too warm, but it was too cold to leave myself exposed to the air. The fire had dimmed to glowing coals and I didn’t want to wake Hultar to fetch another log when the storm was rattling the door. I sat there and shivered because it was more comfortable than sweating.

He creaked on his bed. I sighed, odd thoughts drifted through my mind but I put them aside. They were flights of fancy, fun to ponder but senseless to pursue– that was until I heard the scuff of his foot on the floorboards.

My ear twitched. It was late. So late. I was beyond tired, I thought he’d gone to sleep. I heard him draw in a considered breath. The floor creaked as he stepped towards my pallet. I stared into the orange coals. Fabric rustled as he neared. My fur stood on end as something rumpled to the floor. He drew in another breath.

His hand found my shoulder. He made a sound. “You’re so cold.” His knee dropped to the pallet. “Shh, kitty, shh, I’ll keep you warm.” There was warmth in his voice. Kitty? What cursed plane did he pull that from? My heart panged. He snuck his arm under my neck as he crawled up alongside me. He shuffled as he shifted under the blankets. I shivered as he pulled me against his chest. His body hair mingled with my fur and tickled.

I couldn’t deny he was warm. My tail twitched against his hips. He wasn’t naked. I exhaled, too tired to think any further.

“You’re so tense,” he whispered. One of his hands stroked my neck. I made a delicate sound and he chuckled. “Like that, eh?” His fingers pressed through my fur. I rumbled, exhausted. It felt pleasant. He kept stroking me firmly. Tiredness flowed through me, but on the cusp of succumbing to sleep I felt a sensation. Something grew against my leg. From softness, a firmer shape swelled into being. “That’s it,” his voice was a low rumble in my ear. His hand slipped from my neck to my side. His intent pressed stiffly against my calf.

His hand drifted down to my belly. He stroked it sensitively, like he was aware of the kind of reaction I might have to it. I did react. I blinked into the darkness and eased into his careful touch. It was almost dreamlike as his fingers swirled through my fur and left the memory of warmth in their wake. His strong arms held me against his body and for the first time in hours I felt my shivering cease.

There was calmness here in his hold, only I could still feel the bulge of his cock against my leg. I was too tired to say anything. Too comfortable to move. Too thankful to stop him. I’d give myself to him, if that was what he wanted to take for the kindness he’d shown me. I lay there as his fingers combed the short hair of my belly. I kept waiting for him to sweep lower, but it never happened. He moved in graceful circles that retained their same path, never growing. I made a breathy sound as my body found reserves of energy to present my own growing interest. The presence of his body truly changed the way I felt.

I was hard and quivering. I found myself wanting him to shift lower. To grasp me, to do things with my body and– he snored in my ear. I blinked. His fingers had stopped moving. Even the firmness against my calf had receded. Were I not so bone tired I would’ve laughed. I lay there, unsure if I felt disappointed or teased until the tiredness ran me down. Nervous, I thought. I was nervous more than anything else.

When I woke the next morning, he still shared my bed. I’d slept in the nook of his body, his thick arms were crossed around me. I was warmer than I felt I had any right to be. The alcohol sickness that had plagued me had receded to a gentle headache and little more. His hand was making little circles on my belly again.

I purred sleepily. Memories of the night before came slowly to me. Kitty. I had wanted him at some point. Did I want him now? His fingers drifted a hair off course, the slightest twitch downwards. I tensed as his circle drifted ever so slowly lower. It tickled each time he adjusted. He breathed harder against my neck, the firmness grew back against my calf. I purred still, mind awash with uncertainty. With potential. He was slow, he was tender, my body grew comfortable with the contact. I knew my attraction to him was solid, he was so caring and compassionate and rugged and the way he held me presented both strength and desire.

I’d been lying there in his hold for hours, I could feel how stiff I was. I shifted slightly. Unwittingly it moved his bulge closer to my ass. “Yeah?” His voice was a sensual growl in my ear. He held me tighter. I made breathy sound that only seemed to excite him further. His fingers shot lower. I stiffened as he placed his hand over my bulging cock. “Mmhm, never known a charr who’d say no.”

“Wait,” I said. And to his credit, he did. He froze in place, hand groping me and all. “I don’t– I don’t really know what I want.”

He cleared his throat and withdrew his body from mine. The cold came faster than I expected, the coals of the fire were dark and the air was chill. He reclined against the wall beside the hearth, one muscular arm raised.

He was stripped down to a loincloth, no shame about his near-nudity. I suppose it made us equally naked. The dark hair of his body was thick but couldn’t obscure the blue tattoos that covered his skin in stark patterns. A tinge of his scent filled the air. “But you know what I want, right?” His bulge twitched under his loincloth.

I nodded in quiet understanding. I sniffed curiously at the air, tasting the smell of the body. A sudden grin shaped his face.

“You like that?” he asked as he swiped a finger through his hairy armpit and held it up to my nose. The raw scent of him prickled my nostrils. I was so startled he’d be so direct that I tried to hide the way I breathed, but he noticed. His thick finger pressed against my lips. I shamed myself to dart my tongue out. His sweat tasted murky and thick in a way that I couldn’t avoid a reaction to. “You do like that.” His voice was strong, an assertion that made my ears burn.

He made a satisfied sound as he leant back, his arm raised. “If you want more, come get it.” He stared at me through a haze of lust. I sat very still and stared, unsure if I would or would not. I held my position but I let my eyes wander. His grin sharpened the longer I looked over him.

“Here,” he said as I took another obvious glance towards his crotch. “This’ll help you decide.” He bared himself before me. I blinked. I blinked again. Ten inches of meaty norn cock stood at full attention. His pink head was thicker than the shaft and shiny with his excitement, at the base was a coarse plume of his dark pubes. His balls hung low and as wide as my snout. The scent of his body rose through the air and warmth flushed through me. I wasn’t certain exactly what I wanted, but to say I was disinterested would be false.

If I wanted to turn him down, he’d set himself up on a platter for me to crush his spirit. But why, after all he had done for me would I want that? My heart quivered in its chest, his desire for me drew out feelings within me. Burn me, he was so confident, and damn did that work on me.

“Yeah,” his voice was warm. “You know what you want.”

I did. “Water,” I croaked.

He threw his head back and laughed. He rose from the floor and stretched tauntingly before he strode off. He slapped a hand against his hairy ass, he knew I was staring. He jiggled his hips for me as he returned with a pitcher, his balls swayed mesmerisingly between his thighs and his hard cock bounced from side to side.

He stood over me as he passed me the water, his arousal barely inches from my lips. I stared at his belly as I took my time drinking. I leant forward to put the pitcher on the floor, one of my horns grazed the side of his leg. I stretched in such a way that left my snout closer to his body.

He grinned down on me and waited for me to initiate something. I didn’t. “Maybe you just like the smell of it?” he spoke like he was asking to confirm, but he shifted his hips ever so slightly towards my nose. I took a deep breath of him. “That’s better.” He exhaled, satisfied.

I thought myself coy, I thought myself clever. I inhaled the raw masculinity of his body again and shuddered. I closed my eyes as I savoured him. I couldn’t tell which of us had moved, but suddenly there was warmth against my lips.

“Still don’t know what you want?” he asked as I snuffled audibly against him. His cock twitched at the contact. Excitement poured through me as my heart beat a little harder. Despite that, it was embarrassing to be saved by this man, to be taken in and sheltered and doubly embarrassing to wind up staring up at him like this. “Let me make it easier. Keep sniffing me if that’s all you care for, or, lick me and I’ll fuck you.”

His words bounced off of my skull. I don’t think I had the ability to comprehend them until after the flavour of his pre was slathered across my tongue. Sweet, with an undercutting of salty and stark masculinity.

“Now that’s more fucking like it.” He turned his hips towards me. I took him eagerly in my muzzle, my tongue lapped at the underside of his cock as he exhaled contentedly. I felt energy I hadn’t known since Meatober Fest. I whimpered as I took him deep, the broad head of his cock wedged my jaw wider until I was nuzzling the rough hair of his pubes. There was a gap in his grunting as I took a forceful breath of his body, the rush of air loud and audible. I felt so silly to be so desperate but he only moaned louder.

“Fuck,” he gasped under his breath. “Ever been with a norn before?”

I grunted a negative.

He snickered. “Ever been with anyone before?”

I raised a paw and waved it unevenly, sort of. I sort of had. My response caught like a spark on kindling. His entire body reacted to that information, he hunched and breathed deeper. His hand fell to my head and clutched one of my horns. He growled as he started thrusting weakly against my bristled tongue.

“Good kitty,” his words were soft and deep, the idle musing of his pleasure. “I have such a treat for you.” His voice was silken. I purred as I rejoiced in the appreciation we shared. His body shuddered and he groaned far louder than he had before as the vibrations I produced ran through him.

He wrapped a thick hand around my muzzle, his other held firmly onto my horn as he thrust into my mouth. I liked the clamp of his touch. I liked that he knew what he needed, because I wasn’t sure how to give him that otherwise. I breathed through my nose, drawing in the raw scent of his crotch as his thick cock graced the opening to my throat.

He tasted salty and new, different to the charr I’d experimented with. I purred again, so caught in the sensory excitation of him. He gasped and grunted and made such a sound I was almost certain he finished. He pulled his hips back and his chest was panting. His cock visibly throbbed but he wasn’t done. It felt resplendent to see what an impact I’d made on him.

“Korus.” He chuckled, my name snapped me back to attention. “Easy, make this last little charr.” He descended on me. He pulled me back down to the blanket and kissed me deeply. His thick arms wrapped around my body as his tongue followed the path of his cock. He dragged me onto his belly, his chest hair brushed against my fur. I lashed my tongue against his, my jaws widened until my fangs rested against his cheeks. He stared into my eyes with so much genuine enjoyment I nearly flinched away.

His groping hand sought out the rope of my breechcloth. A twinkle of nerves prickled in my belly as he untied it, but excitement overwrote them.

“Let me see you.” He drew back from the kiss as he tossed my underwear away. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat up in his lap. My cock was hard and wet with pre, the cream fur of my belly gave way to seven inches of pink charr flesh and fluffy balls. He cooed as he placed my cock atop his, the three inches of difference so obvious in direct comparison. I felt small. He was thicker than me too, visibly so. “You’re beautiful.” He worked me gently. I gasped and lifted my hips to make it easier for him. He grinned into my eyes. “Come, I know what you want.”

He tugged me by the hand down against his side. He lifted a muscular arm to make room for me, his scent flowed through me.

I nuzzled the dark, stinking hair of his armpit. He smelled so raw, so masculine and alpine. He smelled like no charr, the hints of snowy freshness ripened his aroma and I lost myself in his scent. There was something smoky too, he still smelled of Meatober Fest. I humped his side while I rubbed his sweat through my fur. “Such a good kitty,” he spoke in a gravely tone as his hand slipped down my back. Nervousness made me keep my tail flat against my cheeks, but excitement rose within me as he snuck a thick finger into my crack. “Told ya what I wanted.” He smirked as he cupped my ass, the tips of his fingers nudged boldly against my hole. I made such a delicate sound I felt like I’d shamed my entire Legion.

His breath caught, a passioned noise worked out of him. “Purr for me.” And I did. I breathed deeply at his pit as I rumbled against his side. “Aw, fuck yeah.” He poked a finger directly against my hole. “You’re so tight.” He circled me, how so large a norn could be so delicate was beyond me. I tensed, the pleasure startled me. I moaned into his pit and had to shut my eyes to focus. He paused. “Is that new to you?” he asked.

“Uhuh.” I clenched against his side.

He exhaled, the sound rife with eagerness. “My little tiger, you’d give me your virginity?”

I could think of no one else I’d rather give it to. I nodded.

“Had I not seen Bear in you, I’d decline.” He pulled me by the horns up towards his head. “But you’re an enduring little bastard.” He kissed me, a brief peck on the lips before he turned me towards his crotch. “You will take that, and more.” I stared at the thick ten inches of him, an embarrassed smile lit on my face.

“I will.” And more?

“It may hurt.” Warmth filled his voice. “But I know your kind like a little pain.” His words jetted a flush through my face that burned my cheeks. It was true, passionate sex between charr often involved a bit of violent play. We were horned felines made of hard, sharp parts. We tangled and slashed and bit in ways other races typically did not. I hadn’t quite made it there yet but the thought of my lust hurting me or my bedmate sent a perverse shiver down my spine. It bounced back as fervid excitation and roaring desire which surged to the fore of my mind.

I pressed my hips backwards and nudged my hole against his fingers. He made a gruff, satisfied sound as he resumed circling the sensitive skin. His free hand, he brought to my mouth and jabbed two fingers in. I suckled them eagerly, his grin was stained with desire as he rubbed against my coarse tongue.

He dragged me back atop his chest, his wet fingers reached for my hole as he spread it. I opened my mouth to moan and found his tongue pressing into me as his finger nudged past the tight rim of my hole. I gasped and jolted. He eased out a chuckle as he gripped my tail in a meaty hand, he tugged it to pull my hips up and the pressure of his finger within me started to ease.

“Just a finger.” He kissed me deeply before I could reply. He pressed it in further and I arched my back, I whimpered into his mouth. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as he buried himself deeper into me. “Relax,” he breathed into me. I clutched his sides and groaned, the sensation was so new and strong I couldn’t keep myself steady. I could feel his stiff cock digging into my belly. He throbbed over each sound I made. I purred against him and he moaned. His knuckle graced the edge of my hole. He smirked as he jerked his hand, gently at first but he grew forceful quickly.

I wailed as he found a steady rhythm. It already seemed too much, one finger felt all I could manage. I was full of him already– a second finger probed me. I squealed as he crammed it into me. Pain flashed through me first, then came the rush of pleasure as I welcomed the hurt. I moaned quietly, my lungs were tense. He made me feel too full to draw breath and it was only two fingers.

How much thicker was his cock? I tried to lean into him and groaned as he found a new pace. He pressed into me with a determined focus, no matter how I wiggled or strained or tried to ease away from him he kept going and never broke stride. I collapsed against him and lay prone on his belly, I heaved tense gasps of breath as he spread me wide. His eyes never left mine, the subtle grin on his face only grew the longer he stared into me.

“This is what you wanted, little charr.” He rubbed his hips under me, his thick cock was sticky against my chest. I huffed and nodded and clenched my eyes shut as I let him finger me without abandon. He grew firmer, he grew faster. He pistoned his hand like it was the heart of a war machine. I yowled as pleasure triumphed over the pain. Each thrust of his fingers was easier than the last, but it was chipping away against a wall that only seemed to get bigger the more I could comprehend what was happening.

I purred atop him. I drooled into his chest hair and licked my lips after he kissed me, too slow to recognise the moments he brought his face down to mine. I shuddered in his hold, and then so suddenly it all stopped.

He pulled his fingers from me. I gasped. Cold air touched places it had never before touched. He drew a satisfied breath as he lifted me in his arms. We rose from the floor together, I held onto his shoulders as he lined himself up against me. I could feel his cock, all slick and warm with ample precum. He growled eagerly as he rubbed his thick tip against me. “I love fluffy charr ass.” His voice was low, he worked himself along the tight, warm space under my tail. A shudder passed through my entire body. I wanted to beg for him to fuck me but I couldn’t find the words. “You’re taking all of me.” There was something subtle in his voice. “Ready?”

I don’t know why he asked. He left me no time to reply as he pressed the broad tip of his cock against my hole. I moaned at the warmth of his body as it was directly applied to me. There was a pang of realisation as he pushed. Pressure built before I opened. I howled as he nudged his way into me.

“Awrrr.” He trembled and growled under his breath. “You’re so tight.” I expected his words to come with the jovial care he usually expressed, but he showed no part of that. His voice was clipped and so brazenly stained with passion. I willed myself to sit on him, to feel him impale me deep. But there was only friction and pressure.

His hands cupped my fluffy ass as he used the weight of my own body to spread me wider. He worked his hips, each inch of his cock was won with a body-splitting sensation that made me throw my head back and yowl. And still I wanted more. In the aftershocks of the pain I found myself begging my body to open, to make way for him, so he could jam more of him into me and force me open wider.

I wanted him to reshape me. To make me loose enough for him to claim whenever he wanted. The desperation in that thought started me, it made me ooze pre from my cock. At no point had I consciously decided he owned me, but that was the truth of my feelings now.

I felt I’d lost capacity for the fullness of my body. Two fingers was my limit, this was now beyond my senses. I just craved more. Pleasure made me curl my muzzle against his neck and lick his skin. He tasted faintly of his sweat and that only made it seem a more urgent mission to feel his pubes tickling my ass cheeks.

He huffed, his grin contorted to a snarl as he forced the final inch into me. As I shot away to howl he chased me, his tongue pressed into my mouth and we stumbled forward. With a crash he fell atop me as we overbalanced, it smarted my entire back but that felt little compared to the overwhelm that was ten inches of norn cock spearing through my virgin hole.

I was pinned under him as he worked his hips, each tiny movement felt like the jolt of recoil from a pistol. I curled and moaned as he found the strength to thrust in and out of me deeper with each press of his body. Pleasure worked its way through me and doused the pain of his brutish widening. I clutched to his back as he humped me faster. His thick cock tugged at my guts with uncompromising pressure.

He panted harder and growled as he found a new surge of strength. His heavy balls swung hard and heavy against my cheeks. He pistoned into me with such fervour and speed I was so sure he’d end it. Instead he jerked out of me and heaved massive breaths. He rumbled as he stood over me, his throbbing cock was slick with pre.

“Turn.” His voice was dangerously low. I scrambled up on my knees and stretched forward to present my ass to him. My legs trembled. His warm hands found my cheeks. He spread them for a moment and drew in a contented breath. I could only imagine how I must’ve looked to him, but I felt the way he reacted. His body quivered, taut like a pulled bowstring. He lined up his arrow. I could feel the broadness of his head, he was undeniably a looser fit than before. I flicked my tail eagerly

“My tiger,” was all he said as he loosed the tension he’d built. He stabbed himself back into me. I yowled and collapsed forward on my arms. He showed no mercy as he found the same ball-smacking rhythm he’d had only moments before. His weight bore down on me differently now, he ground my face into the floor as he hammered against my ass.

Pleasure turned me to jelly, pain held me tight to my body. When I had decided I’d given my body to him, I felt no fight towards anything he wanted to do to me. We scuffled forward across the floor as he kept slamming against me. I felt him grab my hips in a tight grasp. The warm press of his big hands only made me feel little.

“Relax.” His voice was a stiff warning, a command more than anything else. My ears perked. He exhaled, the sound deepened to an odd rumble as it spilled from him. “Relax,” he demanded again, his voice sunk even lower.

He growled as he thrusted, his fingers pressed hard into my flank as he squeezed me. Sharpness followed his touch. Alarm echoed in my head. His growling turned darker, feisty breathy snarls that reverberated through me. His hold on me tightened to a near painful degree. I glanced back towards him and froze as I stared into the eyes of a spirit.

His face was cloaked in dark fur, a muzzle swelled from his lips as he roared. His nose scaled as it leant towards the tip of his snout. Sharp ursine teeth twisted upwards behind his lips. The broad fleshy musculature of his chest grew as it shifted towards a bestial hunch. His dark body hair matted as it sprouted thicker and heavier. I gasped, my voice cracked as he swelled within me, his cock strained against my tight hole. I whimpered as he descended on me, his thick arms wrapped me against his chest and I buried my snout into my arms and exhaled as the pressure and force he pressed into me grew by the moment.

I had never witnessed a norn transformation. He was taller than me before, but now he towered over me in this hulking form. He was equal parts norn and bear, a beast of muscle and fury that would’ve put the fear in me to fight on a battlefield. But he was in me. He’d eclipsed himself, my body was full with him; over-filled with him.

The sheer weight of his bulk pinned me against the floor, I could hardly breathe. His snarls curled in pleasure as he thrust into me with renewed force. His massive cock speared through me and lifted my ass with each jolt of his hips. I squirmed forward to crane my head and moan. Two pudgy fingers invaded my mouth, his coarse pads pressed against my tongue. I whimpered as I suckled on him, he tasted different now, there was a muskiness to him that was sharper as it crawled across my palate.

He hefted me up against his belly, his muscles corded as he carried me like a toy. He stood and accepted my weight like I was nothing, his urgent panting gained voice as he shook me in his hold. His wild pounding amplified further as he lifted me with his arms just as much as he thrust into me with his hips.

I curled in his hold, mind blanking as the repeated bursts of pleasure mingled with the pain. My cock bounced with each motion, pre dangled from my tip and though I knew I was close I also knew there’d be no stopping him until he finished too. I tried to brace against the tumultuous pleasure that clenched my guts, pain edged my mind. My whimpering turned desperate, my grunts and moans twisted towards pain.

And despite it all, I weakened in his grasp and let him use me. The pain seized the most aroused part of me and urged it on, the thrill of giving him more than I could only brought me satisfaction.

It wasn’t until I felt his teeth against my neck did I realise I’d been wailing for more. He was sharp and teasing as he nipped at my flesh. He nosed his way urgently towards my shoulder, then stopped. I only had a moment to miss the coarse touch of his nose before he clamped down on me. Pain cascaded through my body as he bit hard into muscle, his jaw clenched and I howled. But with each thrust of his hips, my howling faded until I whimpered in his hold and submitted to his claim to me.

There was no space left inside me physically or mentally. I was full of feeling I couldn’t contain and I belted it out of me in punctuated yowls and moans. I went as weak and as numb as I had in the blizzard, but this time I was warm. I could hear the arrhythmic slap of his balls against me, he had no steady pace. He was all passion and lust twisted into a hulking beast who saw me as nothing more than a means to an end.

I could smell the stink of him rise as he sweated under his thick fur. It enveloped my senses in bear musk that drew me from the physical confines of my body. I was a bundle of sensations, pleasure and pain intermingled with my own lust and desire so far gone my physical presence had dwindled to nothing as the feelings of my head and heart swelled beyond comprehension.

The only sense I had left to hold onto was sound, the constant growling, the slapping, the gasps and grunts of both of us. My eyes were clenched shut and if I breathed, I did so only through clenched teeth. And then it stopped. An ear-splitting roar to my hearing from me, the sound of his pleasure was all I knew until I could feel a gushing warmth within me. Once, twice, thrice, unsteady violent leaps of his cock sprayed his pleasure through me in volumes I never thought possible.

He tore himself out of me, his massive cock still throbbed in time with his pounding heart. I could hear his fluids dripping from my hole as they fell to the floor. He was bigger, at least twelve inches and even thicker than before. He heaved enormous breaths that made me worried he might stumble as he carried me to his bed. He dumped me unceremoniously in his sheets and grasped himself in a meaty paw to mark my face with his seed. He dragged his cock along my black stripes, I moaned and shuddered.

Whatever part of me still held to the idea of my own identity released as he forever marked me as his possession. I collapsed to pant and try to steady myself but he nudged me to the side and crawled onto me as his heavy paws spread my ass. His tongue pressed into me. I whimpered, pre leaked from my cock as I felt his teeth against my taint. His wet breath made me shiver, but his tongue thrilled me. Pleasure burst from each point of contact as he went deeper than I thought he could. I never knew how long a bear’s tongue was. Fuck. He licked at me like I was a honey pot of his own seed.

He kissed me inwardly, soothing all the pain he’d delivered in seeking his own pleasure. I whimpered as the memory of that hurt turned to raw warmth and joy. He forced my own lust back into my hands. My cock twitched as I sought what I needed.

I snuffled loudly at his taint, my own tongue furiously lapped at the salty, murky taste of his balls. The fresh sweat was overwhelming. I worked my own hips against his muzzle, delight cascaded from both ends of my body and mingled in my belly. I shuddered and gasped and growled until I couldn’t take a single moment more. Like a blunderbuss I shot a single splatter across my chest. I panted and crawled and flopped against his pillows, my body wrangled sensation after sensation as the orgasm rocked me on and on. Boundless waves of pleasure converged on me and left me ragged.

I lay still for as long as it took me to recognise the silence of Hultar’s shack. When I found the strength to lift my head, he was lying on his side and grinning fiercely at me. His transformation had ended, he was a norn again. There was a bestial glint in his eye, I wasn’t sure if it had always been there or if I could only notice it now that I’d seen him embrace his spirit.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me to his chest. I curled up on him, my heart still pounded. I ached with every feeling but satisfaction was chief amongst them. He kissed my forehead. “You’ll sleep in my bed tonight, little charr.” I nodded an agreement. This was overwhelming– more felt impossible to consider but I knew I wanted it. We were quiet again for a time, he toyed with my body as he nuzzled affection into me.

I was too full of overwhelm to reciprocate the same, though I tried. He kissed me, he teased me. He jammed fingers into me. He worked me into another shivering orgasm and laughed as found tears in my eyes. Then he cuddled me and whispered kind words to me, the sort that charr don’t keep in their vocabulary.

That night, we slept naked in each other’s arms. I knew a satisfaction that I couldn’t comprehend until now. Over the next four days he taught me much of what one body can do to another until finally the blizzard outside abated.

“Your time of healing draws to a close.” Hultar sighed as he opened his door. I think his words speared my heart. A pile of snow reached to his waist, he dragged over a cauldron to pack some into. I felt numb as I helped clear the doorway.

“I could stay here.” I knew I sounded weak.

He grinned. “Ah, my tiger. No. You cannot.” He paused to scratch under my chin with icy fingers. “We have lives to return to.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

“Aahpt!” He wagged a finger at me. “I will think of something, I do not throw you out into the cold. We will continue.”

I had spent a week with him and during that time I felt myself become more than what I was. It scared me to think I was about to lose that and all we shared, but I nodded. I trusted him. We worked in silence until there was a ledge we could use to lift ourselves out to a world of white and snow. Sunlight reflected blindingly off of the ambiguous drifts.

“Get ready Korus, I will take you home to your warband.” He sounded sombre as he nudged me back indoors. I had no words for him. I wouldn’t plead or beg, not after all he’d done for me freely. But there was a sickness in my belly that threatened to spoil the joy of the last week.

We rounded up some supplies and left, I felt as though I abandoned part of myself in his shack and my cheeks soon iced with the damp I’d shed. He took silent glances at me, a meek smile of understanding was all he could offer.

Our journey was mostly silent as Hultar escorted me back to Butcher’s Block, my warband was still stationed there. Hubbub emerged from the tents as I walked boldly through the camp with a shaman by my side. “Your runt’s the stuff of legends.” Hultar grinned at my centurion. “If an entire keg of ale and a blizzard won’t kill him, nothing will. He’s made Bear proud.” The warmth in his voice displaced the frigid sickness I felt over parting ways, my chest filled with lightness.

My centurion bristled in pride. “We make ‘em tough in the Shrapnel warband.” She cut her gaze to me. “Impressed to see you’re still with us Korus.” It was the first time she’d said my name. I nodded briefly, like it didn’t fill me with joy to be seen, to be welcomed.

Sago gaped at me like he’d seen a ghost. I flashed my fangs at him and he wrinkled his nose, but he kept his eyes on mine instead of turning up his snout at me.

“If I may, I’d like to keep Korus as a contact between Bear shamans and the Iron Legion.” Hultar clapped a hand on my back. My eyes went wide. “I think there’s much we can learn from each other now that I’ve seen Bear in one of your own.” My cheeks warmed, he’d more than just seen Bear inside me.

“Korus?” My centurion addressed me. She was leaving the choice to me? Joy burst in my belly.

“Eagerly, sir.” I bowed to Hultar. “You honour me.”

His dark eyes brightened as he met my gaze. “And you honour Bear.” There was hunger in his stare that made me melt. I grinned at him. I’d repay this privilege, passionately.