Adventure 2 - The Drunken Mayor (3)

The man swaggering over to them looked aged. His thick moustache and beard were snow white, except for where the dust of travelling had greyed them. Heavy lines creased his sun-battered, scar-streaked face. A leather eye-patch covered one eye, his nose had set crooked from being broken, and a hunk of the top of his right ear was missing. Despite being fairly old, he didn't show any signs of being frail or worn down by his years, and the blade at his side still looked sharp and well-maintained. A couple of teeth were missing as he sat down, smirking. The way he moved reminded Valon of someone.

"I heard you were hunting monsters," he said, looking between Valon and Oulders.

"Capturing a monster," Valon clarified. "I don't want it dead. That'd defeat the whole point."

"Capturing!" he let out a raucous laugh. "Well, I can't say I don't mind a challenge!" Yhrbold came over with another round. The adventurer picked up, drinking quickly.

"Good, I just want to be clear on this point, because your payment depends on it." Valon emphasised. Then he smiled. "Well, why don't we get to know each other a little? Hopefully you've heard from Yhrbold that I'm the local hedge wizard." He offered his hand, preparing for a very firm handshake; he wasn't disappointed. "The name's Valon. This is Oulders, my assistant."

"Raun. I used to be in the army, then I left to do odd jobs, see as much of the world as I could before it got me." He summoned Ingrid over to get another mug. "I was in the area when I heard a name that sounded familiar. Pretty sure an old friend had moved here, so I came to check it out." Raun looked towards Oulders. "He's a quiet one, isn't he."

"Oulders is recovering from an injury," Valon explained, not wanting to elaborate just yet.

Oulders blushed as Ingrid came over. Raun went to grab her ass, but she was used to this, skirting over to the other side, leaning close to Oulders as he turned even redder. "Do you want another drink?"

"Please, girl!" Raun took the rejection well; he seemed pleased by the reaction Oulders had given. When Ingrid had gone, he asked, "So, are you fucking her yet? Big guy like you needs to have fun while you're young. As you saw, they don't stay interested in you forever! Unless you've got coin of course..."

Valon didn't want Oulders to burst with embarrassment, so as Raun drank, he said while sharing a grin with Raun, "Usually I'd be advising just that, but right now I need to make sure he's back to normal. He had his back crushed, and he seems healed but I need to make sure."

Raun laughed again. "You sound like my kind of wizard! Maybe I should you to treat me if I lose a limb or two!"

"Who's your friend?" Valon asked, trying to change the subject. As disfigured as he was, Raun's positives were enhanced by Valon's horniness. "The one in the area I mean."

"Old Olgate and I served together. I trust you know him? Good soldier, got a bit of a stick up his ass though..."

Valon covered his mouth to keep from snorting. "Yes, I've met him a couple of times," he said, glad when the drinks arrived. They drank and talked for a while, and laughed with Raun as Yhrbold and Yanna's daughters seemed to passively try to go after Oulders until Valon was confident Raun was his man. After planning to meet up the next day, Valon took a slightly over-inebriated Oulders and headed out.

As they got nearer to the town hall, Valon noticed a figure standing close by. Night had fallen, and the lighting was poor. The figure had a lantern, so it wasn't a thief, but Valon was still glad to have Oulders and his magic for protection as they continued over. He was almost relieved as Olgate scowled as they neared him. "Another 'friend' of yours?" he asked sourly.

"Oulders, as you should probably know, is my assistant, and patient." Valon turned to Oulders. "Do you think you'll be okay making it home on your own?" Oulders wobbled a little, then nodded his head. "Well, if anything related to your 'condition' happens, just come and sleep it off in the town hall, okay? And remember that other duty you need to do before coming." He watched as Oulders slowly staggered away before turning to Olgate. "I haven't seen you in a while. Been a good boy?"

"You didn't..." Olgate caught himself, then pulled Valon into the town hall. "What did you tell Raun?"

Valon frowned. "That I wanted some help in capturing a monster. I didn't even mention you; he did, but only to make his introductions. I vastly understated the intimacy with which I've known you. My arrangement with Raun is purely professional." Valon's frown disappeared, as a dirty gleam appeared in his eyes. "Unless, of course, you might have reason to believe otherwise..."

"No!" Olgate answered too loudly. He then went silent, before finally coming to his point in a harsh whisper. "I want... an arrangement. Between us." He looked at Valon's surprised face. "I don't like you. In fact, I fucking hate your guts. But..."

Valon understood, and he nodded. "I understand. I've only had a few weeks of pretending for the village; I can't imagine years. I don't hate you at all; your attitude and paranoia needed some work, but I can fully understand why you would feel that way. Shut the door, but don't lock it, so Oulders can get in if he needs to. I'll deactivate the portal so nobody can get in through this way. We can go to my bedroom."

Leading the way, Valon quietly focused himself, preparing to surreptitiously cast a spell. He had reshaped Olgate into his own sexual plaything, partially out of spite and partially out of self-preservation. Now, though, he could see a potential opening. Olgate was firm, just as attractive in his human shape as his wolf-man form. Valon wondered if maybe it was time to let Olgate off his chain a little.

"What do you think?" Valon asked, showing Olgate the tower. "I don't know if you've been in the tower before."

"A few times." Olgate grunted. "It's a lot cleaner now."

They proceeded to the bedchamber on the floor above. Most wizards created portals to their bedroom, but Valon enjoyed the walk up the stairs because beds meant sex as much as sleep, and he didn't enjoy what the portal's energy did to the skin of his cock when it was erect. Slowly removing his shirt, he cast the spell. "I'm up for anything sexual you want to do with me," he said while removing his pants. "The only thing that I'll ask for in return will just be for tonight, and any other nights you wish to do it."

"What's that?" growled Olgate, struggling out of his boots. Now that he'd been able to relax, Olgate's manly musk flooded through him, especially with his shirt off. He couldn't wait for that hard body to be rubbing up against him.

"I'm going to alter the glamour I have on you, until you look like your wolf-man shape, and then turn it off." Valon could see the anger rising, and he quickly explained. "It's not purely for my own interests. The spell has been eating up my magic reserves quite a bit, and I'm going to need as much as I can spare tomorrow."

"You're going to leave me trapped as a wolf-man while you're away?!" Oglate blasted, although he still yanked down his trousers, letting his erection spring free. Valon's heart raced at the sight. He tweaked Olgate's naked body, a slight grey fuzziness spreading over him. His erection throbbed a bit more, appearing to grow and shift slightly in shape. His ears perked up to slight points, and his mouth seemed to push out.

"Of course not," Valon explained. "You're coming with us." Olgate's altering eyes seemed to glow extra angry as they yellowed, but that didn't unnerve Valon. "Don't worry, if you just stay quiet, your friend won't know that it's you. Just growl and be as menacing as usual." He pushed for another change, Olgate's pelt now hiding a fair amount of his skin, enlarging his ears and his snout, face twisting to make it fit.

Olgate let out a moan, and actually started panting. Valon watched, enjoying the surge of arousal he could feel coming off of Olgate. He supposed being slowly released from the glamour that was squeezing against him to create not just a visual but physical illusion would be like taking off some clothing that was too tight and getting naked. He would have to ask later; Oulders would be even more relieved. This feeling of growing freedom, coupled with his earlier spell and what they would be doing very soon should help a lot to make tonight, and perhaps other nights, a lot more enjoyable for the both of them.

Valon moved onto all fours, his hot erect manhood brushing up against his body as he braced his body against the bed. He knew this was what Olgate wanted, without asking: it seemed like a good time to practice some basic telepathy. Olgate soon joined him on the bed, his fur bristly but soft, his skin hot. Olgate panted loudly in his ear, one muscular hand pushing Valon's shoulders deeper onto the bed, the other sliding saliva-coated, padded fingers into the hole between Valon's butt cheeks.

There wasn't quite enough lubrication, but Valon enjoyed the fingering. "He's learning," he thought, noticing Olgate's fingers sliding in just far enough to tickle his prostate, leaving him panting and ready. He let the claws spring out of Olgate's toes, releasing more of the fur and muzzle and using some of that saved magic to moisten his hole, just to be safe. The smell of musk around Olgate changed, a strong blast of manliness and wolfishness filling Valon's nose as most of the glamour was removed. The last disappeared when Olgate's fingers withdrew; Valon twitched his sphincter in anticipation as he felt the pointed canine tip press against the soft flesh of his insides.

The initial thrusts were slow, but both men were impatient. Olgate, surprised by his own excitement of being freed of the confining glamour into this strange form he'dd been cursed with, growled and hunched over, feeling his knot swell and bang against Valon under him. Valon tried a bit more telepathy, realising just how relieved and excited Olgate was becoming. "Even if we got caught, nobody would know it was me. It feels so good being in this body! Almost like being young and strong again, only now I know what I'm doing." He growled, pulling Valon up underneath him, until they were fucking like wild animals. Valon was just glad for the attention to get naked and be fucked by other man; that it was a wolf-man with a fairly kinky-shaped cock was just icing on the cake.

The impatience meant that the sex didn't last long: both Valon and Olgate were just too pent up to manage to control themselves to prolong the experience. Olgate's left arm squeezed around Valon's chest, while the right held them steady, allowing Valon's right arm to reach down and pump. Pre-cum trickled onto the bed liberally: it squelched as Olgate tried to push in deeper, and it slid over Valon's fingers as it leaked from his own shaft. Olgate's lupine knot punched through, causing Valon to cry out as Olgate thrust with more immediacy, his mind abuzz with the need to spill his seed.

Valon was close, almost too close when he felt Olgate's cock bulge out in another quick pulse. Olgate howled, his wolf-like balls tightening against him as their contents blasted into Valon's body. The pulse nudged Valon further on, as did the thought of Olgate filling him up with his seed. He thought of the two of them, tracking down monsters by day, then fucking wildly under the stars. The idea was intoxicating, and he moaned, feeling the fluid trickling over his fingers become thicker as his ejaculate sprayed onto his bedsheets.

The early morning sun streaming in through the window roused Valon from sleep; he woke with Olgate's body curled around his, still in his wolf-man form and his arm still wrapped around his chest. The smell of last night filtered up to his nose; the seed had cooled and dried, and Olgate's cock had at some point slipped out, leaving Valon with a throbbing pain in his rear. "I could get used to this," he thought, before jabbing an elbow into Olgate's ribs. "Wake up, sleepy-head, we've got work to do."

Olgate woke up, a little confused at where he was and what he woke up as. He growled; Valon waited patiently for last night's memories to catch up with him. Still, he grumbled, "I still don't like you."

"I know," Valon agreed as he dressed. "That's fine. I just want you for sex, after all." He paused, thinking it might be a good time to say it. "You're in charge of your transformation now, more or less. It won't work if I'm out of magic, but I'll let you know when that happens, otherwise you're free to turn it off and on as you wish. I wouldn't do it right now, though. We're going to have company. Stay here, I'll get the others."

Oulders was waiting for him when he got downstairs. Valon apologetically removed his glamour.Y "You can come down now!" he called out, Oulders and Olgate reacting to each other's animal presences with surprise. Realising he'd have to explain that later, Valon told them both to wait outside. "Don't let on that you're human," he warned them. "Just pretend that you're some kind of magical creatures I've created. That would actually take a lot of magic, but I doubt that Raun would realise that."

Dressing and leaving for the inn, he collected Raun from the Two-Headed Pig. When they got to the portal in the town hall, Raun whistled, "Wow! Why do you need an old man like me, wizard, when you can do stuff like this?"

"You'll see," Valon promised, as he introduced Raun to his two 'summons' that would be helping them, and laying out what type of monster they would be going after.