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"Vampiro"

Amadeus Wolfpaw

The snap of the branch beneath Zeke's foot echoed through the gray woods. He stepped over it, but leaves crunched under his weight. The collie sighed, grumbling under breath. He reached into his pocket, unfolded a piece of manilla paper and reread the fine print. He looked up. A screech from the vacant canopy rained down. The fur on the back of his neck rose as the furious wail cut through the waning trees. He shuddered and kept walking.

Zeke watched the sky. The late afternoon clouds hung low and the air smelled damp. He hustled to reach his destination before they unleashed their cargo. A small rumble bounced across the pathway as more leaves crumbled beneath his boots. He put the paper back in his front pocket, and tucked his paws into his hoodie as he journeyed on.

The distant thunder grew louder when Zeke arrived. Before him stood a fair castle, raised in stone and worn by time. It had four towers, walls teeming with vines, and a rickety old door that screamed for repair. Zeke stared at the building cockeyed. His ears fell and his rolled his eyes, "Of course I inherit the place in need of a million repairs." He walked up to the door of the castle, across the small bridge and grasped the circular knob. He hauled, causing the rust to flake onto the ground. Zeke released his grip, wiping the residue on his jeans. He pulled the sleeves of his shirt down, covering his paws, taking hold, and tried again. The metal rubbed together, scrapping as Zeke struggled to pry the door open. With enough give, a crack appeared. Zeke stumbled back as the dark void inside appeared. He found his footing once more and slipped his head in. Light bled into the room, barely illuminating a vacant foyer tattered with ropes, lights, dusty furniture, and several crooked paintings. He stepped inside, leaving the rusted door ajar.

As Zeke walked around, he saw the remains of his great uncle's possessions. Once treasured heirlooms lay abandoned around him, left to wither for decades. Zeke walked through the room to the grand stairway, ignoring the many doorways splintering off from the room. He placed his paw on the railing as he climb, carefully to avoid splinters from the jagged wood. As he went up, his paw made a coarse scrapping noise across the surface. He took his paw off.

A clap reverberated through the room. Zeke immediately turned around. The room was empty. It was the same mess of old furniture and trinket it had been a moment ago. He scanned the room, checking to see if something had fallen. His ears, once down, stood erect, listening for movement. He looked up to see the rafters. Among them a massive wooden chandelier, still lined with half melted candles and black steel joints. He sneered, turned around, and continued his trek to the upper floor of the castle.

The collie spend the afternoon exploring the many hallways and passages throughout the home. He found where the kitchen had been, the many bedrooms and bathrooms, even the old cellar. As he explored, he saw many portraits of the man claiming to be his great uncle. He noted something of a resemblance to his grandfather. Before long, he realized that the only places left to explore were the towers. Zeke made his way there while a soft scuffle followed him from the corridor.

Zeke climbed the tower. He ascended the stairs and arrived at a wooden door with a metal latch. Zeke lifted it and pushed the door open. Inside, he found a stone room, like all the others. This one has a large red carpet sprawled across the floor, a large velvet bed, and two open windows on opposite side of the room peering at the door. The furniture looked polished and new; some even had a sheen. Zeke raised his brow. "Hello?" his voice faded without reply. Zeke stepped forward slowly, inspecting the room for signs of a freeloader. He did not see any food scraps, wrappers, or bags, nor any clothes scattered around the room. He did notice a plethora of books lining the dresser, floor, and windowsills. He could see the dust collecting on them.

While the collie walked around, he heard a gentle pelting noise coming from outside. He looked out the window and saw raindrops coming in. He harried to the hatched window to close it. Upon shutting one, he turned to the other. As he spun about, he saw a portrait on the far end of the room. This one had a shiny oak frame, painted gold, and carved with great intricacy. The image was crystal clear, as he walked up to it, he saw the man claiming to be his great uncle. He was noticeably younger in this one. His features were firmer, and his gaze looked strong. Even though his fur had a more naturally shine to it, and he lacked the wrinkles and jowls of the other photos, there was no doubt it was him. Yet there was another. Besides his great uncle, he saw a shepherd. The dark brown fur and black patches made his species easily recognizable. His ears stood erect, one paw on the other man's shoulder, and stark naked. Zeke could not find a single piece of clothing on him, though his groin had been excluded from the picture. Confused, Zeke shook his head, trying to imagine what would compel a man to commission of a painting of a naked man, when a voice cracked the stillness.

"That one was his favorite..."

Zeke whipped around, his heartbeat accelerated. His ears froze, and he stood with his back to the window, grasping the sill for support. His legs shook, and his maw dried up. "Who...w-who said that?"

"I did, of course," replied the voice.

"A ghost," muttered Zeke. "Are you the ghost of my great uncle?"

"Great uncle? Wait, ghost?" inquired the voice. "So then, my Antoine is..."

"Antoine? Y-You knew m-my great uncle?" Zeke sputtered.

"I did," the voice whispered. Zeke could hear the tone shift. "He is, I suppose was, my friend. My love." The collie narrowed his brows. His legs found their ground as the voice grew weaker.

"Your love? As in your lover? You had a relationship with my great uncle? How old does that make you?"

"I don't remember. It's been too long. Does it truly matter anymore?"

"Yes!" expelled Zeke. "It absolutely matters. If my great uncle was...you know, like that with you, you've got to be at least sixty." There was no response. "Seventy?" Still nothing. "You can't be any more than eighty, right?"

"As I said, I don't remember. Age hardly matters when you're with the one you love."

Zeke let go of the windowsill. He licked his lips and looked around the room. He saw no one. "Where are you? How come I can't see you?"

"I don't wish for you to see me, great nephew of Antoine. I would frighten you."

"My name is Zeke. Zeke Sherwood. My great...er, Antoine left me this castle in his will. I thought I'd come check it out but, it looks like it's in need of some repairs. I didn't realize there was still someone here."

Zeke could hear something shifting around the room, like a soft breeze cutting his face as he turned about looking for the source of the voice. "I've always been here. As long as Antoine was with me. This was as much my home as it was his. I...I thought he'd come back."

"He left you here?" asked Zeke.

"I suppose so. It was a day like any other. He departed, and I just assumed he'd returned. If what you're saying is true...then,"

"Why would he leave you? If you were lovers, then," Zeke's eyes widened. He turned to the portrait on his left. "Is this you? In the picture?" He pointed to it, hoping his hidden converser would see.

"It is. Antoine had that made after we-"

"You what?" interrupted the collie.

The silence paralyzed Zeke. His eyes rampaged through the room, listening for any movement. No breath, no wind, no heartbeat. The room was frozen. Zeke took a step forward, glancing around. He swallowed hard, and his ears bent backwards. He walked with a light foot, analyzing every nook and crevasse he could find.

"Do I frighten you, Zeke?" asked the voice.

"Well, yeah. Anyone would be afraid of what they can't see."

"You wish to see me?"

"Yes," he answered. His ears shot up, and his eyes bulged. A sly smile crept on his face. "In fact, this castle is officially in my name. I have the proof right here!" Zeke said, pulling out the folded piece of paper from his pocket. "As the owner, I demand you show yourself to me!"

"So be it," murmured the voice.

Zeke heard the sound of stretching skin, but he didn't have long to question it. A moment later he felt the shockwave of a large body land behind him. He quivered, hesitating to look over his shoulder. The manilla paper fell from his paw as he inched around to behold his ethereal acquaintance. The collie's eyes swelled.

He turned around, and his eyes travelled upwards. He saw legs, packed with muscle and patches of black wrapped around the brown fur covering them. Claws protruded from their feet, larger and more defined than any he'd seen. Zeke's eyes trailed upwards, finding his exposed groin and sack. This connected to his thighs, well-defined and puffing. His abs just above looked rock hard, jumping out from under his fur and leading up to his pecks and arms. The arms were muscular, with beefy fingers and attached to each its own long, smooth-tipped claw. His shoulders looked sculpted, cradling his neck and chin. Then Zeke saw his face. He was most definitely the man from the portrait. His ears stood straight, his muzzle was large and imposing, and his piercing red eyes cut right through Zeke. Most of all, a set of large, bat-like wings stretched out from his back and cast Zeke in their shadow.

Zeke screamed.

The door fractured as he scrambled for the exit. The door flung open as Zeke fled down the stairs. The thunder bellowing, drowning out all the sound that since erupted from the room. Zeke's vision blurred, and his heartbeat escalated. The growing confidence in his resolve evaporated as he arrived back in the foyer and sprinted for the front door. As he ran, the aged wood snapped, and he tumbled down the stairs. As Zeke realigned himself, he saw a large object sail over his head. He watched the shepherd fly towards the door and slam it shut as the torrent of the storm lashed the front door.

Zeke stopped. His fingers froze, and his spine melted. He watched the shepherd slowly turn around and look at him. Those deep red eyes sliced him. Zeke recoiled, hyperventilated, and blew his voice from screaming so loudly. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched the shepherd walk towards him. He pleaded, begged, eventually just closed his eyes as he felt the shepherd get within reach of his face.

"Don't kill me, please!"

Zeke's wheezy voice barely scratched the walls. Instead, a different noise filled the room. Zeke heard drops of water dripping against the floor in the stillness of the room. Tentatively, the collie opened his eyes and saw the shepherd down on one knee. He was gritting his teeth, and had tears of his own navigating the contours of his cheeks. Zeke gasped, struggling for air, but before he could speak, the winged shepherd wept, "Is that what you think of me?"

Zeke wiped his own tears first onto his sleeve, smearing them. As he reclaimed his breath, he mumbled, "Why...w-why are you crying?"

With a gravelly voice, the shepherd said, "Because you think me a murderer. Am I truly so putrid to you?"

Zeke's breath slowed. His paw fell from his face and he attempted to resituate himself on the cold stone floor. He sat up, sat with his legs folded and stared at the shepherd. He never once looked away. All the while, fresh tears escaped the creature's eyes and slid off his face. Zeke watched as the light dodged his eyes. He cocked his head, and then leaned forward.

"You, you don't intend to kill me?"

"No!" roared the shepherd. "Of course not. You are the blood of my beloved Antoine. You are the first company I've enjoyed for ages, and you think I'd so hastily dismiss it? I don't know what kind of monster you think I am, Zeke," said he, "but you'll find no one on this green earth more devoted to Antoine, to you, than I."

Zeke's ears perked, and he leaned back. He swallowed hard, moistening his mouth and throat. "Devoted? To me? But we've never met before now. Hell, I don't even know your name."

The shepherd hung his head low. "Yes, how silly of me." He raised his paw and dashed his tears with one motion. He looked up at Zeke with a strained grin. "I am Siegfried. I'm overjoyed to meet you, Zeke Sherwood. I hope we..." his throat kinked as the words rose from within, "I hope we may have good relations. As I did with your...with Antoine."

For a moment, Zeke saw the light return to Siegfried's eyes. His wings fluttered for a moment as they relaxed and bent towards the ground. He reached out. Siegfried saw. Zeke inched closer and placed his paw on the shepherd's cheek. Siegfried cupped it and looked at the collie. For a moment, their eyes locked. Zeke's ear twitched, and his palms stiffened.

A thunderous clap shook the halls of the foyer. Zeke fell back and covered his ears. Siegfried lunged forward and cradled Zeke in his arms, sheltering him from the petulant ringing bounding through the hall. As the sound faded, Zeke looked up and saw Siegfried wrapped around him. His bulky muscles were like sandbags, firm, but with give. He placed a paw on one and gently pushed away. A playful snicker escaped his maw.

"Thank you," he said as Siegfried looked down, "but you don't have to protect me from the thunder. I just have sensitive hearing, is all." The shepherd let go of Zeke, and he stepped back, returning to his position on his one knee.

"I apologize, Zeke. I didn't mean to-"

"No," he interjected, "there's nothing to apologize for. I appreciate the gesture." He stared at his want-to-be knight. "Siegfried." They stared into each other's eyes. For a moment, the ringing disappeared.

"Zeke," he said, "I believe you should stay here until the storm passes. I would hate to see you out in the rain."

"Yeah, I agree. I think it's best to wait it out here. I suppose it'll give me some time to finish scoping the place."

"Scoping?"

"Yeah. My great uncle left me with something of an inheritance, this castle was a part of it. It isn't much, but he specified that a portion of it must go into renovating this castle. That's why I came here, actually. I can't really uproot my life back home, but I figured a castle overseas would serve as a good vacation spot." Zeke looked at Siegfried. He had since mimicked his sitting position. He tilted his head and he stared at Zeke. The collie could see the puzzlement in face.

"Renovating? I apologize, but I am unfamiliar with these words."

"It means I'm going to make the place look like new again. Like it once did when Antoine still lived here. Although, I suppose with you here, I can't just hire a contractor." Siegfried dropped his mouth, about to speak, but Zeke waved his paw dismissively. "It's a person meant to help me with the renovation."

"I see," sighed Siegfried. "Perhaps instead then, I can be your contractor. I have lived here for such a long time. If anyone should know this place,"

"Is that so?" Zeke said, his brow raised.

And they did just that. As the rainstorm raged outside, Siegfried showed Zeke the remaining towers, barracks, basement, and all the hidden corridors and passages that Zeke hadn't seen earlier. Together they mapped over a list of the rooms that needed the most attention, and through their combined creativity prepared a plan by the time the rain had stopped. Siegfried showed Zeke to the entrance of the castle, and with a mutual handshake, Zeke departed. He looked back, smiled, and carried on his way as he saw Siegfried's giant wings grow smaller and smaller as he walked away. He felt a pang in his chest but couldn't quite place why he felt so excited to begin what would undeniably be a massive undertaking. All the same, he carried an extra spring in his step as he exited the property.

Weeks passed, and Zeke carefully coordinated all of the supplies and equipment needed to refurbish the castle. He'd been careful to buy the necessary supplies days apart to avoid carrying more than he could. When the first shipment arrived, he'd attempted to coax Siegfried out of the castle, but he refused, saying he'd lose his strength were he to step into the sunlight. Not wanting to push, Zeke steadily brought the tools and supplies up to the castle one by one. The floor polish, the curtains, the power washer, the new furniture, the new appliances, everything. It took some time for all the pieces to arrive, and even longer to move them into the foyer where the two could begin progress.

They'd barely begun when Zeke was forced to return home. He parted ways with Siegfried, but assured him that, unlike Antoine, he would most definitely back. As they separated, the pang in his chest returned. He massaged the spot, thinking perhaps there may have been something wrong with him, but it faded as he departed. Zeke then spent months drawing up the plans for the castle. While he was home, he'd laid out every step of the process. He knew that with his skill and Siegfried's strength, they could potentially finish the project in a few month, but that it may take several trips. And that it did.

Despite Zeke's best attempts, not all of the work had been completed by the time his next visit to the property had ended. He'd spent a lot of time with Siegfried, asking him questions about his life, and about his relationship with his great uncle. They'd gotten closer, bonding over their mutual desire to return the shepherd's love nest to its former glory. The foyer and been remodeled and painted, the kitchen upgraded, and the first of the few smaller rooms had been done, but that was all they had time for. When they parted for the third time, Siegfried outstretched his paw, but Zeke glided past in and hugged Siegfried. The winged doggo hugged back, the rhythms of their hearts synchronizing for the first time. Zeke felt his forehead sweat, but pulled away and waved to Siegfried, eagerly anticipating the next segment of the project.

Months later, Zeke allocated more time to returning and continuing the project. Siegfried was overjoyed to see him, and greeted him with a strong embrace. This time, between the many hours of painting, lifting, and moving, they chatted about Zeke's life. His past, his present, and what his plans were for the future. Zeke told Siegfried that the money not allocated to the castle would be put into a saving account, and he'd save it for a rainy day. Naturally, he needed to explain what the term meant. They shared a good laugh, and Siegfried took advantage of the new kitchen to start making meals for them, although he had more than his fair share of scares. Zeke was thankful for the new alarm that they'd installed.

When the collie left the castle the fourth time, he felt weighed down. He'd given Siegfried the same strong hug as before, but this time the embrace felt entangling. It was as if the shepherd's arms were vines, locking him in place and preventing him from moving. As he pushed away, the same pang turned into a thud. It felt heavier, and he locked eyes with Siegfried just before he turned to go. Sweating dripped down his palm, and cheeks felt clammy. Unbeknownst to him, Siegfried has retreated back inside, afraid of what Zeke would think if he'd seen a similar effect affecting him.

Upon the fifth visit, the leaves had once more fallen. The forest lie in the same state as it had when Zeke first arrived almost a year prior. Zeke found himself yearning for Siegfried's company, but understood why he couldn't leave the castle. After all, it was his home. With each step Zeke took towards he castle that day, his heartbeat increased. He was excited, nervous, impatient. More emotions than he could described. The hug he received that day was warmer, more intoxicating than the one he'd gotten when he left. They stared at each other briefly, but Siegfried chuckled and showed him inside while they caught up.

The shepherd had done well to keep the place clean and organized in the months while the work was on hold. Zeke had always come back to a pristine, polished palace, exactly as he had left it. As the work resumed for the final time, Zeke caught himself staring at Siegfried while things moved. The shepherd's perpetual lack of clothes assistance in his losing this focus. He watched his muscles tighten as he lifted various object, and Zeke pulled himself away before he could heat up. Zeke felt guilty for staring Siegfried in such a way, but nothing could have prepared him for the project's conclusion.

The final room in Siegfried's tower had been redecorated, and the staging had begun. The large bed with the velvet blankets had stayed, but mattress and comforter were replaced with replicas. The portraits hanging on the walls were hand-dusted and rehung around the room near the newly installed glass windows so that they would be in the sunlight. Zeke had brought in several bookcases and had left Siegfried to organize them as he wished. He had always loved watching Siegfried hunched over after a long day's work, squinting over the words trying to read. Together they laid down the linen rug across the floor and looked around the room. Zeke smiled.

"I think we're done, Siegfried."

"Indeed. I believe that is every room in the castle. I believe your renovation has finished."

"Yeah," Zeke said as the revelation struck him. "We're done. It's done. I don't have to-" he caught himself. His throat closed.

"To what, Zeke?"

"Nothing. I just, I can't believe it. We've been at this for a year. I'm not sure what to do now."

"I think we should rest," said Siegfried. "After all the work you've done renovating this place, I'm sure Antoine would want us to enjoy it."

"I guess. Seems like a good enough idea." Zeke flopped on the bed and sprawled out. Siegfried laid down next to him. He curled on his side and closed his eyes. Immediately, Zeke could feel his heartbeat escalate. He turned away from Siegfried. "Hey, uh, Siegfried?"

The shepherd poked an eyes open. "Yes?"

"Do you, do you still want me to come visit you? I mean, even though we're finally done with the castle."

"Of course, I would!" he exclaimed. Zeke flipped around.

"You would?"

"Yes. If I could, I'd have you stay with me all the year."

"With you?" inquired Zeke.

"Yes. I love your company Zeke," he reached out and placed his large paw on the collie's. "I wish you could stay here with me. I miss you when you leave."

In the silence of the room, Zeke stared into Siegfried's red eyes. As he looked, he saw a flash of light burst forth. His heartbeat resounded through the room, and the once heavy pang in his chest fluttered like a newly escaped butterfly. Zeke grabbed Siegfried's paw and pulled himself closer to him. Siegfried's eyes widened, and before he could speak, Zeke coddled his face and kissed him. Zeke could feel the hesitation in Siegfried's lips, but they soon relaxed as the shock diminished. Siegfried coiled his arm around Zeke and pulled him by the waist on top of him. Zeke pressed harder, trading spit and smothering Siegfried with his tongue. Siegfried's paws travelled along Zeke's waist, his claws light scrapping the fabric of his shirt. The sound punctured the soft smacks dancing through the room. Zeke pulled back, staring at the shepherd. He smiled, and the giggled softly as he tucked his chin into his chest.

"Hehe, uh, sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his head, "I don't know what came over me." The winged dog beamed, bearing all his pointed teeth.

"Do not be sorry, Zeke. Truthfully, I have...I have wanted this for some time."

"Wanted what?"

"You."

A bridge appeared between their eyes. Siegfried's desire sauntered across as Zeke's inhibitions dwindled. The next moment, Zeke leaned forward, and with a speedy peck on his lips, he kissed his way down Siegfried's neck. He felt the nerves in the wings tighten as he got closer to the shepherd's shoulders. The doggo's low moan entered Zeke's ears. His fur stood on end, and soon something thick began pressing against his thighs. He looked down, and saw the shepherd's gradually growing member pushing against his leg. Zeke looked at Siegfried, and he laughed.

"I apologize, Zeke," he said. He face looked like a bloody sunset. "It seems I,"

"No, you haven't done anything. In fact, why don't you," Siegfried could see a sly smile creep onto Zeke's face. "Could you...maybe undress me?"

Siegfried sat up, kneading his fingers against Zeke's ribs and side as he worked his way around his body. He leaned forward, kissed him again, and ran his tongue along the length of his neck. The sensation was sharp and cold, like touching cold metal. Siegfried's thumbs reached the top of Zeke's shirt, and in a successive motion the buttons were all undone. Siegfried's chest felt heavy. His vision slightly blurred, and he could hear a petulant throbbing in his head. He slid the shirt from Zeke's shoulders, carefully grazing the collie's fur with his claws as it came off. Zeke sat there, blinked at Siegfried while his groin twitched, and undid his belt. He cast it from the bed, but before they could go any further Siegfried wrapped his thick arms around Zeke and kissed him once more. Their tongue collided, hot breath was exchanged, and Zeke could start to feel his own growth poking Siegfried in the crotch. Siegfried pulled away, looked down, and he smiled. Zeke, already blushing, meekly chuckled. The winged shepherd didn't say a word. He pushed Zeke onto his back, his head now towards the door on the far end of the room and maneuvered his tongue down from his neck to his waist. Zeke groaned as he felt the slimy serpent slither down his bare fur. Zeke shuddered. His neck flinched, and thereafter he felt Siegfried's massive paw encompass his bulge. Zeke looked up and saw Siegfried stare. He watched as the shepherd undid the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper. Zeke, too embarrass to watch, let his head fall back and closed his head. Siegfried pulled the collie's legs up and slid his pants off. Only Zeke's undergarments bar the way.

"Hey, Siegfried," Zeke mumbled. The shepherd looked up. "Be gentle okay. I'm a little...inexperienced with this kind of thing." Siegfried grinned. He watched Zeke cover his face in shame. The winged dog pulled Zeke up to him and curled his one arm around him. Zeke stared into his red eyes as he spoke.

"You have nothing to fear from me. I promise," and they kissed. This one was slower. No tongue. Zeke pushed softly, and he felt Siegfried's paw move down his chest. His warm paws stimulated the collie, and he reached for his other paw as the first arrived at its destination.

A small pant escaped Zeke as Siegfried cradled his bulge. He stared at Siegfried, anticipating his next move. Siegfried looked back at Zeke, and the collie nodded. Siegfried rubbed, causing Zeke to quiver. The air was filled with humble moans as Siegfried became more vigorous, and soon Zeke had laid back down. Siegfried supported his butt with his free paw as he worked Zeke's front. Zeke tried to contain the sounds fleeing his body, but as one was silenced, two more emerged. Zeke reached out and filled his paw with the comforter, and gasping while Siegfried dipped a claw into his underwear. Zeke grit his teeth, and his maw unhinged. He laid on the bed arms spread. Too relaxed to move, but too afraid to run, Zeke waited in silence as he heard the elastic of his underwear stretch. Siegfried lifted his ass gently with his one paw and slid them off in one motion and tossed them off the side of the bed. Zeke couldn't look. He knew he'd been completely exposed. He wanted to speak, to say anything to Siegfried, but his mouth dried up and he couldn't muster the courage to look up. Siegfried took Zeke's member in one paw. As he touched it, Zeke trembled. He could hear a sheepish coo resound in Zeke's maw, then moved into show him attention. Siegfried started at the base and inhaled, taking in the scent of his lover. His tongue lashed out, snapping at the base of Zeke while he groaned. Zeke gulped, startled by the sensation. Siegfried slid the length of Zeke's member through his fingers. Siegfried could hear Zeke gasp and puff. His chest rose and fell while Siegfried continued to play with his bare chest and prod at his nips. The collie was anchored to the bed, unable to move or open his eyes. His nerves held him down.

The shepherd repeated his motion until he'd positioned himself over the top of Zeke's shaft. At which point he slurped it. He took the entirety into his mouth, throwing his tongue around it and bobbing his head in sync with the motion of Zeke's thrusting hips. Zeke couldn't breathe. His air cut off, and he could feel the tightness in his lungs get worse. He tried to breathe, but instead he let out a small cry as Siegfried bouncing his head along his length. Zeke opened his eyes. The room was spinning as he panted. He continued to match the rocking motion Siegfried had begun but found it difficult to focus. He summoned was little sense remained and looked up. He saw Siegfried at work, skidding across the contours of his cock with artisan skill. Zeke tried to smile, but his face wouldn't oblige. He reached out his arm, trembling, and tapped Siegfried on the head. The shepherd stopped and looked up. He licked the ooze from his lips while Zeke's chest expanded and shrank. He looked on the verge of tears.

"Zeke!" he said, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"N-No, I'm f-fine. It's just..." he looked around the room. His ears fell and then he felt stiff. "I'm just not used to this. I think I need some extra support."

"Tell me what you need."

"Maybe if I could just lean against the pillows?"

Siegfried swung Zeke around, leaning his back against the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. He also gave Zeke a moment to re-center himself and readjust his breathing. Siegfried could hear the collie's heartbeat. Even though his face was still beet red, he was able to smile and look the shepherd in the eye.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Siegfried raised his paw, obviously reaching for Zeke's still engorged member, "May I continue?" Zeke nodded, resting one arm against his chest and the other around Siegfried's neck.

Siegfried grabbed Zeke's shaft; Zeke winched. Slowly, Siegfried resumed the previous motion, but began twirling around. He massaged the head with the tips of his fingers every time he reached the top, and sunk in deep with his knuckles as he reached the base. Zeke's cheeks puffed every time Siegfried's paw moved. He panted, letting his tongue dangle from his mouth. Siegfried leaned in, kissing him as his paw's movement increased in speed. The gestures intensified, and Zeke's soft whimpered turned into audible moans. He could feel a deep swelling within him, and he knew the first instance was drawing hear. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into Siegfried's shoulder. He back arched as he held on, but he fell back as the welling grew. He tried to warn Siegfried, but the sound evaporate by the time he'd open his mouth. Only a silence scream followed. His eyes rolled back, as did his head.

The ooze poured from Zeke. His body locked as he felt Siegfried's paw tighten around his shaft. The familiar feeling of the shepherd tongue returned as he continued to climax. Zeke's will escaped him; for a moment, his body was not in his control. He opened his eyes as the feeling began to subside, all while pushing out more. He groaned as he felt Siegfried glaze his member and patted his head sweetly as his senses returned. "S-Siegfried," the shepherd looked up, licked his chops and smiled.

"How do you feel, Zeke?"

"B-Better," he said with a smile. "Do y-you want to continue?" he sputtered as his breath returned.

"I would."

Zeke nodded. He climbed to his knees and placed a paw on Siegfried's chest. He kissed the winged shepherd again, his lips still hot and oily. Zeke slunk down his chest, tinkering with the shepherd's abs and nipples as he went. As he did, he heard a small bark jump out of Siegfried. It made him chuckle. As he reached Siegfried's groin, he took a moment to marvel at the size and girth. Zeke had been receiving so much he hadn't even taken time to notice that Siegfried was significantly larger than he was. The shaft stretched out proud, trembling with the motion of the shepherd's body. Zeke took it his paw, trying to watch Siegfried react. He didn't see it, but he felt the shepherd shiver. Zeke took to it with his tongue, exploring the ridges and coating it in a film of saliva. Siegfried's loud groans teetered throughout the room and invigorated Zeke as he worked. Soon, he made his way to the front, and Siegfried placed a paw on Zeke's head. Zeke opened as wide as he could manage and used his tongue to guide Siegfried into his waiting maw. Siegfried felt Zeke's hot tongue glide along the bottom of his endowed shaft. He bit his lip as the buzz pierced him. He clasped Zeke's head softly, placing two fingers on his throat, waiting for the moment it became too much. Zeke harried onwards, his mouth filling at a faster rate than he'd imagined. In seconds he felt the head of Siegfried's cock itched towards the back of his throat, but he didn't want to stop. He tentatively kept pushing forward, meeting the lining of his esophagus to Siegfried's tip. He felt his gag reflex start to trigger, and for a moment he felt like pulling out. Siegfried fell the contracting in Zeke's throat with his finger. The shepherd attempted to pulled back, but Zeke threw his paws on Siegfried's hips. Zeke's eyes were closed, but Siegfried knew what he was thinking. Zeke twirled his tongue around Siegfried's shaft, lapping up the juices that leaked from the head. He could feel his throat bordering on rejection, but he stayed in place and exhaled to relax his muscles. The fur on Siegfried's neck stood up as he felt Zeke's hot breath travel across his wet cock.

With some steady rocking, and the careful positioning, Siegfried managed to get Zeke's throat to dilate enough to push further in. Zeke engulf Siegfried and bobbed his head in the same manner that had been done to him. He tasted different than Zeke expected. He thought it was be musky and taste of dust and stone, but there was no taste at all. It felt the same as running his tongue against a piece of raw, freshly cleaved meat. The only difference was that it occupied his whole maw, and he had no room to play with it other than whirling his tongue and some steady rocking motions. Zeke pulled back, freeing up some space and began to work the head of Siegfried's member. He looked up and saw Siegfried had turned red. His wings with stiff and his nips were erect. He was trying to smile through the pleasure, but his face looked more like a growl. Zeke took this as a sign of progress. He flicked Siegfried with his tongue, whipping it continuously and then circling around before slowing coming back down on it. Siegfried coddled Zeke's head, gently urging him to go back down. All the way down. Zeke got the hint, and with a new confident he slid, faster, down onto Siegfried.

This time, the welling in the back of his throat was calmer. He bobbled his head, letting his throat slowly expand to the girth of Siegfried's member. Siegfried could feel a different swell in his groin. His time was soon arriving. He tapped on Zeke's chin, warning him of the incoming barrage. Siegfried pulled out of Zeke's throat with a wet pop; he quickly ran up and down the length of his own member with his paw. Zeke poised himself before Siegfried, his mouth open and tongue extended. Siegfried pumped himself until the swelling became too powerful to hold back, and a roar erupted from him while he poured himself out onto the bed and into Zeke's mouth. Zeke drank as much as he could, then sucked the head of Siegfried's cock as residual fluid continued to spurt from it. He closed his eyes, eagerly wiping it away as Siegfried's moans faded into sighs. Once he'd stopped gushing, he looked down at Zeke and smiled. A bellowing laugh echoed through the room. Zeke joined him, and he rubbed his jaw. Siegfried hugged him and pulled him down onto the bed. Nestled in his arms, Zeke asked Siegfried,

"Did you...like that?"

"I did. I very much did," the shepherd sighed with relief. He could feel the waves of ease travelling through his veins. "I don't suppose you'd want to stop here?" Zeke poked his arm, causing Siegfried's ear to twitch.

"No, I want to finish."

Siegfried looked at him. He brushed his cheek and kissed him deeply. He stared into his eyes as he pulled away. Their heartbeats thundered loudly within their chests. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"I think I'll be fine, let's just...take all the necessary precautions." Siegfried nodded.

"Okay. If you want to stop, just tell me." Zeke nodded.

Siegfried sat up, grabbed Zeke by his waist and flipped him around. He pushed his back down, pulled his butt up and positioned himself with his once more erect member dangling in front of Zeke's puckered hole. Zeke tried to watch, but his neck wouldn't quite bend that way. Thus he looked away and closed his eyes. Siegfried raised Zeke's tail and saw the entrance. He rubbed the rim, attempting to make Zeke relax. Zeke could feel the tension back there, and tried to release the clear tautness weighing him down. His junk hung beneath in, dangling like ripe fruit for picking, so Siegfried massaged the base of his balls with one paw, poking at his tailhole with the other. Zeke's mouth never fell open so fast. The combined stimulation engorged his dwindling erection, and the quiet room was once more filled with sound. His tail swished as Siegfried's poked him from behind with his fingers, itching ever closer to the entrance. Siegfried leaned in closer. Zeke could feel his breath on his ass. The shepherd rubbed the entrance, making Zeke shudder and gasp. Siegfried diverted his paw from Zeke's balls to his cock. He grasped it, feeling Zeke twinge, then groping it with his massive paws. Zeke could feel his slick paw slide across it, causing a bulge near his ass as Siegfried explored it with this digits. Siegfried massaged the bulge, pressing against it lightly before touching it with tongue. A muffled groan escaped Zeke, and he squeezed his eyelids shut. Siegfried tapped at Zeke's entrance, then dipped a claw inside as Zeke's back arched. His mouth hung, and his ears suctioned against his head. Siegfried waited until Zeke steadied his breathing and relaxed, then pushed the rest of his finger inside.

Zeke could feel it pushing its way in against his inner walls. The rigidity of his finger rubbed the sides and made him shake. He kept his eyes closed. All the while he tried to stay calm, but his body fought the sensation. As his ass expanded, he felt the urge to buck, to flex his back and deter the intruder, but he restrained it. Siegfried pushed deeper, his finger finding its way inside. He'd reach the base and started to wiggle, massaging the walls inside and giving Zeke a reason to vocalize. The sound launched at Siegfried, and a confident smile crept on his face. He'd found it. Siegfried dug into the spot, and Zeke's cries silenced as he bit his lip and felt his ass close around Siegfried's finger. His knuckles turned white has he squeezed the bed sheet, trying his hardest to stay in the moment. Siegfried continued to move, bouncing his digit around inside Zeke as the collie struggled to stay still. Zeke's back jerked. Siegfried held on with his free paw, and slowly slid himself out of Zeke. Zeke's front collapsed, but Siegfried held up his bum by the waist. He grinned and leaned in, attacking Zeke's tailhole with his tongue. He lapped it, grazing it with his smooth tongue. His assault was met with more laments from Zeke, his breathy groans hid an undeniable joy. He watched Zeke move his eyes around under his lids, then continued to work his tailhole. He licked it from top to bottom, puncturing it and nipping at it gently with his teeth. He took a moment to jerk himself, as to stay erect, and then doubled down on Zeke's ass. He spread the collie's cheeks wide and devoured him. His tongue tasted every nook. Zeke couldn't contain the pleasure and wailed in a serene cry of delight. This motivated Siegfried. His own member twanged, and he felt the urge to breed Zeke grow too strong to bare. As a last act of assistance, Siegfried pulled away, locked his two fingers together and shoved them into Zeke one last time, this time quickly and with more force. The feeling came as a surprise, and while pleasure came some pain.

Zeke cried out, his mouth hung out. He felt a tear develop below his eyes. "S-Siegfried..." the name came with an invitation. Siegfried could sense the offer. With a last stroke of himself, Siegfried aligned his member to Zeke's ass and pushed forward. Zeke could feel the head of Siegfried's member poking his hole. He'd simply run out of sounds to make and laid in perfect stillness on the bed while Siegfried worked up the courage to proceed. He saw how tightly Zeke grasped the bed, and with a raised brow, he grazed his tip across Zeke's entrance, sliding it up through his crack, landing firmly between his cheeks. Siegfried flopped on top of Zeke, holding his paw and smiling. Laughter filled the room. Zeke looked at him; his ears pointed up. "What are you doing? I thought you were gonna,"

"I can't proceed with you like this. You have to ease up, otherwise..." he stared at Zeke. "Well, you know. Try to relax. Please?"

The collie nodded. "Okay, I'll try. Just please, go slow." Siegfried kissed him on the cheek. Then his neck, then his upper back. The shepherd made his way down Zeke's back, eliciting groans from Zeke with each new peck. Once Siegfried has returned to his original position, he realigned himself, pressing himself against Zeke's glistening tailhole. He looked at Zeke's paw, no longer trembling from grasping the sheets. Satisfied, Siegfried set about the final step in their escapade.

Siegfried pulled Zeke's cheeks apart and pushed his tip into Zeke. The feeling was met with an instant whimper from Zeke. It was already a much fuller feeling than Siegfried's fingers. Siegfried pushed further in, slowly per the collie's wish. He crawled forward, bit by bit, each centimeter was met with a snivel from the receiving collie. Zeke's ears were down, his back was bent, and his ass was up in the air for Siegfried to continue pushing. For his own part, Siegfried could feel the walls of Zeke's ass tightening around his member. To him it felt incredible, but he resisted the urge to shove it deep inside quickly out of fear of hurting Zeke. As he proceeded further inside, Zeke's whines turned into moans. The space was widening, and as his discomfort turned into pleasure, Siegfried was inspired to push further. More than once Zeke whispered for Siegfried to go deeper, and he complied. The shepherd's cock quaked inside Zeke, vibrating the lining walls and causing Zeke to convulse. Siegfried held him down. With a final push, Siegfried had made his way into Zeke all the way down to the base. Carefully, he pulled back out, and then re-entered as slowly he had before.

With each thus, he felt the walls of Zeke's ass loosening. The fleshy texture married the nerves on the end of Siegfried's shaft and energized him. He moaned under his breath, letting his wings stand tall and stretched, but his only priority was Zeke's comfort. He rocked his hips slowly, only sliding in and out of Zeke an inch at a time. Once he felt Zeke stop shuddering, he became bolder and slid halfway out. He pushed himself back in, slightly faster, and Zeke cried out.

"Zeke! Are you okay?" Siegfried asked. His face flushed and his paw cradled Zeke's waist. He started to pull out, but Zeke reached behind him and placed a paw on Siegfried's chest.

"K-Keep...going..." he turned his head as much as he could to show Siegfried his face. "I love it."

That was the call he needed.

Siegfried placed his paw at the base of Zeke's spine, and pulled back out, thrusting back into him with more force. Each motion was met with the same sputtered cry. He couldn't speak. The only noise that fled him mimicked the rhythm of Siegfried's thrusts. The shepherd leaned forward, putting more weight on Zeke's back and pumping him from a different angle. Zeke's moans were fractured as the extra weighed caused him to reposition his arms and push back against Siegfried. The shepherd grunted. His own legs felt airy as he pushed in and out of Zeke. He grit his teeth and clamped down on Zeke's thigh, using it as an anchor to the collie's ass. He pushed harder, deeper, pulling the collie all the way down to his base before aggressively launching himself back out and in. Zeke's heartrate hit the roof. The adrenaline made him deaf to all sounds except the creaking of the bed, Siegfried's grunts as he pumped, and the slick, wet snapping that accompanied each thrust. His tongue once more unfurled as he got rammed. His head rested on the pillow as he rocked his hips to match Siegfried's movements. The shepherd picked up on this, and pushed forward more heavily, grasping Zeke's erect member with his free paw and jerking it. Zeke moaned Siegfried's name, though it came out in bursts as he shivered from the bursts of bliss coursing through his body.

Siegfried turned primal. He growled and bared his teeth. He pushed Zeke down to repositioned himself on top. The collie couldn't see the shepherd, but he could feel everything. Siegfried briefly pulled all the way out, massaged himself, and got back on top of Zeke. He angled his cock over Zeke's tailhole, pressed down against the collie's back, and rammed into him once more. Zeke shrieked. This time, Siegfried didn't stop. The bucking of Zeke's hips as he fucked him told him not to. Siegfried pumped him fiercely, growling and letting his drool drip onto Zeke's back. Zeke tried to keep his composure, but he lost himself to desire. He relinquished all control and let Siegfried dominate him. Siegfried felt this give and thrusted harder, his tip reached the depths of Zeke. His thighs constricted and his tail thrashed as a familiar welling emerged in Siegfried's nethers. The end was drawing near.

Zeke bounced with the tempo of Siegfried's thrusts, letting himself be filled and emptied all in the span of seconds. He couldn't fight the mixture of pain and pleasure as his lover shoved his way inside him over and over. There was a single spot regularly grazed that caused him to cry out in pleasure with each movement. He couldn't fight in, and he surrendered himself to the feeling, pressing back against Siegfried's cock with each lunge. His eyes were closed. His mouth, just the opposite. His tongue hung out like a fishing line, and quickly found girthy fingers snagging them and pulling them back. Zeke gasped as Siegfried's pulled his head back, realigned the angle at which he jabbed him and redirecting the pleasure. Zeke felt the waves whizz through his spine, up into his shoulders, and through the rest of his body. He made every noise imaginable, all while pushing himself into Siegfried as the recognizable quivering of his cock began. Zeke could feel it. Zeke cried out for Siegfried to push harder, to break him before he finally exploded. Siegfried did just that. He thrust harder, jamming himself inside Zeke and forcing him to take the entirety of his member again and again. Zeke cried, Siegfried roar with each movement, and the jelly-like feeling overtaking his legs became too great to combat.

"Z-Zeke..." his voice cracked, "I-I...I," he said leaning over Zeke's back. The collie reached up with a shaking paw, trying to rest his paw on Siegfried's cheek.

"I k-know...do it," he begged.

Siegfried's rocking slowed and matched the frequency of the surge building between his legs. His chest expanded as his breath accelerated. He closed his eyes and launched himself onto Zeke one final time. He pushed deeply into Zeke, and held onto his hips tightly as the blast overtook him. Then it flew.

Zeke felt an explosion of heat overtake his ass. It flooded him and rendered him silence. He flopped down onto the pillows, locked in place as he felt warm fluid drizzle down his ass crack. He could feel Siegfried's member pulsating as the substance escaped him, replacing what immediately escaped. He screamed as it filled him, shaking as the initial shot started to lessen. Zeke slid himself down farther onto Siegfried, causing the shepherd to tremble. His wings flopped down, and he held onto Zeke tightly as the last of the fluid drained into Zeke. He could feel the hands of fatigue overtake him as the final shot exited his body. His muscles relaxed, and he smiled faintly as he pushed against Zeke. His lengthened member shook as he pulled it out of Zeke. He massaged the length as he watched traces of his deposit leak out of Zeke's ass. He grinned. He ran his paw along the length of his member, then grabbed Zeke by the waist and flipped him back over.

The collie looked exhaust. His lids were droopy but his breathing steadied. He looked ready to fall asleep. Siegfried could also feel the adrenaline dwindle, so he leaned forward, planted a kiss on Zeke's drowsy face and flopped next to him. He stared at Zeke for a moment. The collie pulled his arms in and smiled. A weary sigh flew from this maw.

"Damn," he puffed. "I can't even,"

"Shh, dear Zeke. Do not speak. Just rest in this moment." The collie took the invitation. He let his eyes close, and by the time they opened again orange light filled the room. Dusk had come.

Zeke sat up. His whole body ached and his ass was sore. He acknowledged the puddle of white gunk he'd been stewing in for at least a few hours, then looked beside him. There next to him, Siegfried lay as well. His eyes closed and chest rising and falling like movement of the moon. Zeke smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. The collie felt a paw cup his cheek.

"You're awake," said Siegfried.

"Yeah, I see you are too."

"I don't require as much sleep as the rest of you do. Plus, night will soon be here. I am always active at night."

"After that," he gestured to the stain on the sheets. "I believe it." Siegfried sat up. He watched Zeke stare at the mess they'd made, and shift as he tried to sit comfortably. He saw his mouth furrow and his ears fall over.

"Zeke? What's the matter?"

"It's just, I'm very happy we did that," he grinned, "but now I'm not sure what to do. We worked so hard on this place, and it makes me want to stay. Being here, being with you, it makes me feel," he looked at Siegfried. The shepherd eyes were fixated on him. He hung on the collie's next words. "It makes me feel like I'm at home, you know?"

The shepherd smiled. "Zeke, do you know why Antoine left you this place? Along with the necessary fortune to repair it?"

"No. The will never specified it." The shepherd wrapped his arm around Zeke and pulled him close. He stared into his eyes as the light outside diminished.

"Then you can make of it whatever you wish. Do you want this to be home for you?" Zeke grasped Siegfried and nodded. "Then we can make a home for you. Together." The collie beamed. They kissed. Zeke hugged the winged shepherd. With his arms around Siegfried's neck, and his around Zeke's waist, the collie leaned into his ear.

"For us."

The light emptied the room, shedding its last few rays on the manila piece of paper proudly hung on the wall near the portrait of Siegfried and Antoine:

My great nephew, Ezekiel,

_ If you're reading this, it means that I've since passed and you've acquired my estate. It should be plentiful for you to sustain yourself for some time. Everything you need to know about the estate and my fortune proper I've detailed elsewhere. This letter is for something else._

At the estate, deep within the property, there lies a small castle. Follow the path leading out from the back of the greenhouse; the way is marked with lichen and bramble. Therein lies something of great value to me, a treasure. I cannot begin to explain how, or even why, but I am certain you will find it valuable as well. I regret having left it there so long ago, but my duty to your great aunt, my brother, and your grandfather came first. I never had the chance to properly appreciate it, and I imagine that you will be surprised by what you find, but trust me when I say you are the only person in the family to which I feel I can leave this secret. You're different, as I was. But you have a certain luxury I did not. You have choice. And you may do with it what you will.

I hope to smile upon you from the other side, and do take care of my treasure. I value it above anything else I bequeath you. I ask you not to amend my mistake, but to learn from it and avoid doing the same. Treasure like this comes but once in a lifetime.

I regret never having the chance to meet you, but you will most certainly meet me. How? You'll discover that soon enough. The walls of that place have quite the choice of words. All the same, Ezekiel, may you live your best life, in joy and liberty.

Your enigmatic benefactor,

_ Lord Antoine Edgard Ezekiel Sherwood_