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Varric swung from the bottom of the wind drake, eyes scanning the ground below. There had been rumors abound of some sort of rathian breed that hadn't been seen in these parts. Naturally the researchers wanted it captured for research. Which meant he had to do the fun part and try to get her caught. Curiously, the researchers had handed him a new tranquilizer to test. "Since you're going out there," they requested with a smile.

Oh yeah, he just _loved_field testing something on a dangerous wyvern. That never ended poorly.

The wolf released his grapple line without looking. His gut dropped for just a second before countless drops took over. Heavy armor rattled as he shifted and braced. Slamming into the hard rocky ground and skidding several feet.

He was alone on this hunt, which wasn't entirely unusual for him. He had a palico and handler, but they tended to stay behind, or he'd send them out on expeditions. Actual hunts, he preferred to be alone or with other hunters. If he went down, then he had ways to get back to camp safely. Not that he needed to go back often. One of the benefits of his weapon of choice.

"Now," he rumbled low in his throat, "where is our quarry?" The wolf's heavier armor rattled as he put his head forward and left the camp at a lope.

With a new sort of Rathian he'd have to set about stalking and hunting. Which was fine, he loved to actually hunt. He knew that some others preferred getting the arena and facing off a monster there. While that could be stimulating, it was hardly the same as a good hunt. There was just something about getting out there and actually tracking. It felt primal, right, and got his blood humming like few things could or would.

Part of him wanted to drop to all fours as he hunted. He'd tried it before and didn't fare well. All his gear shifted forward and really threw him off. So he stuck to an easy jog. Crouching every of often to check traces. Not that there was a great deal. Hard, craggy ground didn't give up much in the way of information. A bit of venom here. Claw marks over there.

Each little thing told a story to an experienced hunter. What he was hunting was certainly larger than your typical rathian. More aggressive too, judging from the depths of the claw marks. He paused and tilted his head. Something in the dust caught his eye. The barest glimmer of light off a scale. Crouching, he sifted through the dirt and uncovered a few scales. Deep gold in color, glittering like a pile of coins. Strange. He furrowed his brow and pushed them around with a finger. They weren't like Kulve Taroth. That was more massive layers of gold. These scales were just gold in and of themselves.

Very curious. Should make her easy to spot. Though he felt some worry building in his gut as he looked over the deep gouge marks near the scales. Something that shiny was bound to draw attention. If his guesses were right, then he was in for one hell of a fight.

His muzzle split into a grin at the thought of a good fight. Oh he could feel his fur bristling at the thought of what was to come.

Any weariness he might have felt from the oppressive heat and atmosphere of the place drained from him. Varric threw his head back with a gleeful howl. The wolf was on the hunt. He let the noise trail off and roll into the distance. Ears perked for but a brief moment as if waiting for a call back. Unexpectedly, there was a bellow in the distance. The cry was certainly a Rathian's. Seemed she was calling out her territory, warning off any intruders. To him, it was more an invitation.

Be rude to keep a lady waiting.

Varric launched into a run. A growl bubbled up his throat as his heart started to hammer within his chest. It wasn't panic or fear that drove him. No, it was that aching need of the hunter. He'd heard his prey and now they were going to meet.

Down tunnels, up hills, and through caverns, the wolf wove his way through the wasteland. Each step drawing a deep pant from the male, nostrils flared as he started trying to scent his target. There! She was waiting for him out in the open. Golden scales glistening in the clouded light. She was scratching at the basalt and sniffing about for something. The sound of his heavy tread drew her attention. Her eyes narrowed with a deep, grating growl.

His pace slowed as he entered the open area. A wide grin split his muzzle as the wolf reached up. Eyes locking with hers as he pulled his helmet down. Golden Rathian's head dipped, almost as if mirroring his gesture. A snarl crawled over her features as he pulled his weapons around front. Strangely intelligent eyes watched as the hunter's lance extended with a brassy thump.

Wing arms flared as she bellowed at him. The sound hitting the wolf with enough force to make him slide back. Varric ground his teeth and leaned into the sound. Heavy boots dug into the rocky ground as the sound carried on and past him.

The roar ended and she charged. Varric had fought more green and pink rathaians than he dare count. His body was shifting, readying itself for the slam.

She was faster than expected. Smarter too. Her tail whipped about as expected, but came in at an odd angle. Envenomed quills scraped and bounced off armor as the wolf was flung to his side. His boots scraped off the stone again as he just barely managed to twist. The rathian already upon him. Flame leaking from her jaws as she breathed out a snarl.

Varric found himself on the defensive. Talons and teeth coming at him from one way. Venomous spines and flames licking at him from others. Sweat beaded under his armor as he bode his time. His heavy shield locked firmly into place, snapping about as he was slowly driven back.'

Endure. He just had to endure and wait for his opening. No matter how vicious the wyvern they all had to take a break. His was the strongest shield. All he had to do was weather the storm and wait.

His arm began to shake, back lock and spasm, legs quake. He could feel his stamina draining while this golden rathian continued to rain blows down upon him. All while she glared at him with a savage glint in her eyes. Which could last? Who would win this?

Goldie leaned back to take a breath; the massive wyvern falling back a half-step. There! He took a deep breath and lunged in that space. Instinct and countless hunts had honed his reaction time. In the space of a blink he lunged from purely defensive to offense. His shield swung out so the lance could strike. Heavy, sharpened pole lashed and jabbed. The rathian uttering a surprised noise as she backpedaled.

It wasn't much room and he wasn't going to let her have time to recover. Shoulders hunched as a growl clawed its way up his throat. The wolf uttering a battle howl as he lunged forward.

Another grunt of surprise from the rathian as this smaller creature charged her. Wings beat at the air as she tried to gain some distance. A measure of respect glinting in her eyes as she beat at the air and bellowed her anger.

The battle raged back and forth. Varric having the upper hand one moment, only for Goldie to turn and gain the upper hand. Her tail would whip out and venom pulse through him, forcing retreat. He'd barely have a second to take an antidote before she would attack again. Somehow the wolf would get his shield up and deflect the swing, throwing the wyvern off balance. Her bellow turning into a yelp of surprise as his lance jabbed into her flank.

Daylight began to fade as they fought. The golden rathian's hide dotted with wounds. His armor was dinged and dented, his own blood leaking from under as well. Both were panting, arms starting to droop and legs getting wearier by the moment.

Goldie let out a raspy roar and turned. The rathian limping a few steps before her weary wings beat at the air. Varric let out a panting bellow of his own and staggered after her. Neither were in shape to continue the fight, but he wasn't about to let her get away. He didn't know where she was roosting though, and wasn't even sure if he could keep up with her. While he could certainly take a moment to breath, get some rations, and drink potions; he knew that'd give her a chance to recover as well.

"No you don't!" he howled after her, lance and shield snapping into place on his back. The wolf charged after the floundering rathian as she gained air. She cast a weary look back as if to say, 'not you again' before clawing at the air. With an almost feral bellow, Varric threw his hand out. His clutch claw snapped out to wrap about her ankle. The golden female uttering a rather annoyed bellow as it caught her foot.

Holding tight, Varric dangled beneath the female as she took to the skies. Even exhausted as she was, she was faster than a wing drake. His arm and shoulder screaming as he held on, refusing to let himself fall or let her get away.

Stubbornness could only take him so far. Even exhausted, this rathian was more clever and tougher than her kin. She banked into a dive. Varric's gut dropping as he was whipped higher then back down. Wind racing past him as the wolf clung to the release. If it got hairy then he'd pull and pray for the best.

Her eyes darted over the ground that was racing. She spotted a cliff. It wasn't much, but it might get this pest off her. Goldie banked, wings straining to keep up with the forces. The wyvern's jaw clenched as she almost screamed from the strain. The ground kept coming up even as she tried to pull out of the dive. Arms trembled with the incredible force she was fighting against. A bellow ripped free as she just barely pulled up enough. Belly scales rasped off the basalt. A yelp sounded behind her, followed by a thud. The rathian grinned to herself and pulled away. Just barely making it to her nest without cratering herself.

Varric hauled himself up the cliff face. That. Hurt. It was just a good thing that he'd released the clutch claw when he saw the cliff coming up. Didn't want to think about what it'd be like if she'd hauled him across the surface. It was sheer luck that there were vines clinging to the surface. He'd managed to grab and hold to one, rather than impact and tumble away.

The wolf hauled himself onto the ledge and looked. There she was, mere feet away. Dust still settling from her heavy flop. He was surprised that she didn't look up as he pulled himself the rest of the way up. Though, if she was half as tired as he was, then there was no wonder.

"You..." he panted as he shambled over, "put up a damn good fight." From his pack, the wolf drew a heavy disk, "Certainly would rather catch you than slay." He strode around until he stood within her curled form. "Beautiful thing that you are." An easy toss landed the trap near her belly. It clicked and whirred before sparking. The sound just barely alerting the rathian,. Her eye snapped open and the wyvern uttered a hiss a she shifted.

ZZZZZAAAAPPP.

Her bellow cut into a croak as every muscle locked up. Blue lightning leapt and sparked off golden scales as the rathian seized. Varric's grin widened as he reached into his pouch and grabbed a bag. He hurled it right into her face, a pink dust bursting from within with a quiet thuff. Rathian glared at him as she fought against the shocking trap. Lips twitched into a snarl as the second bag hit.

Seconds after it went off, the trap snapped and Goldie was able to inhale. The pink dust getting sucked into her lungs as she readied a thunderous bellow.

Varric held his breath as the female wavered on weary legs. Her knees just starting to buckle. She staggered a step. Then a second, going down onto all fours. Relief shot up his spine. Looked like that experimental tranquilizer had worked. Though he'd have to talk about how long it took to knock her out. The golden rathian was shaking her head and snorting, as if she were fighting the effects.

Then she moaned.

Both ears shot up at the sound. It wasn't the groan of something large getting ready to fall over. Not the grumble of something big giving up the fight. He'd been with enough partners to know a moan when he heard one. Goldie twisted her head to look at him, features twisting into a scowl as she tried to growl. The noise rolled about in her chest and clawed its way up her throat before... her head bobbed and hips shuddered, the noise dying on her tongue as another moan.

What the fuck had they given him?

And why hadn't he heard of it sooner?

Varric's nose twitched as he sniffed. There was the sulfurous scent that pervaded the area, sweat, blood, all the usual things. Underneath it all was something else. A muskier scent that started to pry at his nose. A soft dripping noise caught his attention. His gaze rolled over her form and down as her hips rippled again. There, a small pool glistened between her legs.

"Easy..." he held his hands up. "Easy," came the quiet reassurance as he stepped around the golden rathian. Her head swung to follow the wolf as he stepped behind her. She tried to growl again, but the sound died off into another moan. Only made worse as his gloved hand came down on her hip and scratched. The rasp of his armor off her scales enough to send a shudder through her. Oh this was going to be easy alright. More than he'd bargained for, but he wasn't going to complain.

Goldie managed to swing herself around, despite how her knees were wobbling. "Hey," he held up both hands as she fixed him with a glare. Her expression demanding to know what was happening. "Easy now, I can help." He put on his best grin and started to take off his armor.

That seemed to calm her some. Her large head leaning in as she sniffed at him curiously. Hot breath puffing through his exposed pelt as curious grumbles lifted from the female.

It was a matter of moments before he was standing before her, weapons and armor piled at the edge of her nest. Goldie's breath puffed at his muscled chest and down. Nose bumping into the wolf's plump sheath curiously. Her eyes narrowed as another of those rumbling moans shook from the female. Nose pressing into his groin with enough force that it threaten to lift him from the ground. He braced himself on her head as she sniffed. Groaning as her tongue swept out and sampled his balls. The female nuzzling into his swelling sheath with pleased grunts.

Quick as she'd begun nuzzling, she took a step back. Goldie regarded him warily before turning slowly. The rathian turning her flank to him as he hips shifted ever so slightly. Her tail swung up and to the side, offering herself to him yet refusing to turn her back fully to him.

He moved carefully, yet with purpose. Not wanting to startle the female, especially not with his armor scattered about. Her hips shifted about as he approached, almost dancing from one foot to the other. She calmed when his hand came to her hip, body arching once again, showing off that drooling slit of hers. His nostrils flared as he picked up her scent. Rich, thick, heavy, and filled with need.

Varric brushed his hand over her rear and down. The golden scales and thick hide softened around her privates. Lips swollen with need and hot to the touch. She groaned, bucking her hips back as he spread her open. Oh he wanted to bury his face in there and eat her out, but her scent was getting to him. Maybe he'd gotten a whiff of some of the dust too. He'd have to talk to the researchers about that experimental powder. Maybe get some more for personal use.

Goldie looked back with an eager groan. "Oh I know, I feel the same." The wolf grinned over her haunch and rubbed his sheath. His cock already partially erect and standing proud from his sheath. Varric licked his lips as he rubbed his tip over her. She was incredibly hot, so hot it might stop a lesser male.

He drove forward with a growl. Goldie answering with a call of her own. The rathian's face twisting into a look of sheer bliss as her tightness wrapped around the wolf. Her feet shuffled apart and front dipped, giving her smaller partner more ready access to her pussy. Talons digging into the ground as his cock sank deeper and deeper. Her eyes rolled back as she groaned, the male's thickness surprising her.

Varric was a hunter. A wolf in his prime, and he had a manhood to match his weapon. He smirked as he rolled his hips towards her with a throaty growl. Drawing his hips back, he glanced down to see the wetness that clung to his raging red manhood. Felt like she was about the right size for him. A great many other hunters or handlers couldn't cope with his size. A wyvern though? Oh she was such a wonderfully snug fit around him.

The rathian gasped as the hunter drove against her. Her body was on fire, something about that stuff he'd hit her with just made her... Fuck, she could barely focus on anything as he drove deeper. It had been such a long time since she'd been with a male, few met her standards. Those rathalos were too scared or weak for her liking. But this? This little hunter had fought her to a standstill and forced her to flee. He'd have been worthy of her attention even if it hadn't been for that odd powder he'd used. Whatever that was had only gotten her that much more excited for this. Now that he was actually rutting her? Oh it was taking all she had not to moan like some whore.

Crack!

He slapped her wide rear and gripped her hips tighter. "Fucking..." the wolf growled as he drew back and slammed himself forward. Forcing the last bit of his cock into the rathian. His ferocity caught her off guard. The female bellowing out her own pleasure as she sank forward to her knees.

Growling, he planted both hands on her rear and pushed down, driving the rathian to her knees, putting her at near the perfect height for him as he leaned forward. Her voice rose and lifted, insides clenching about his massive meat. "Oh," he growled in between thrusts, "You like that don't you?" Thrusts tarted to come faster, his body crashing off her backside. The golden rathian's jaws snapped shut and he swore she blushed. Her embarrassment only lasting a beat before her head rocked back with a call. Body shaking as her peak washed over. Thick, hot feminine honey squeezing around his cock as she shuddered under him.

"Oh you really like that!" He wasn't going to give her a second to recover. Especially not with that cute orgasmic face and those noises she was making.

The wolf grabbed her tail and pulled tighter. Ignoring the venomous stingers that waved overhead, he stepped up. One foot planted firmly on her leg as he stepped in. The new angle letting the hunter just rail the wyvern like she was his personal play thing.

It was getting hard to focus. Goldie clawed at the ground as she tried to right herself. No doing, the smaller male showing himself to be shockingly strong as he forced her back down. Even stepping on her leg and trapping her tail there. Her world was nothing but pleasure right now. She didn't have a second to recover from her orgasm before he was pushing her towards another. The heavy slap of his sac off her engorged clit sent bolts of raw lightning coursing through her. And then there was that odd pop each time he pulled out. What was that?

His thrusts were starting to slow now. It took more and more effort to drive his knot in and wrench it out. Though the sounds of her pussy trying to grab his knot was well worth it. Oh it was such a satisfying _slurp POP!_Each time he managed to drive himself in.

Though play time was over. "Gonna make you," Varric's voice dropped to a deep snarl as he pulled back, "my BITCH!" he howled as he slammed in. Claws dug into her hips and tail as he wrenched his hips back and forth. The throbbing, swollen knot strained against her folds as he tried to force it in. Her voice lifted in a roar of protest as the male started to spread her wider. Her sopping, abused folds straining against the immensity of his girth.

Goldie's maw dropped open as one side of his knot caught at her folds. The hunter's body twisting to press it in and stretch her that much more. He twisted his hips and began to press tighter. Wedging himself against her and prying those lips apart. Jaws snapped shut as her body arched, low that whine of protest built in her throat. Lifting higher as the male spread her.

Pop!

Her eyes went wide as her inflamed pussy wrapped about his knot. A silent roar blasting from the rathian as his hips slammed against her. Varric fucking her for a solid minute more. Making sure that his titanic knot was caught within the female before his voice lifted. A triumphant howl lifted from the hunter as he started to cum. Thick, heavy length throbbing within her as his balls leapt. Each shock of his potent cum fired deep into the waiting female.

Varric dropped against her backside, panting heavily and grinning at the rathian. He groaned and grinned at her. His cock jumping as he emptied his sizable sac into her depths. "So," he panted after a few seconds, "Was it good for you?"

Varric didn't make it back to the village until the next morning. With night falling, he'd decided to just stay at one of the camps. Though getting Goldie there had proven difficult. Couldn't use the tent, but she had kept him plenty warm Though sleeping with a creature several times his size in his lap was difficult. She kept his knot nice and warm though.

Hard as it was to get her into base camp, it was even harder getting her back to the village. She was about as thrilled with the guards as they were with her. Took him some talking and posturing, but he managed to get her to stop belching fire at the guards. Even worse when the Researchers got word of what happened. They wanted to poke and prod her and learn what they could. Not to mention that they were insatiably curious about their tranquilizer. Though one had commented about perhaps renaming it a Philter.

So here he was, shifted to a house that was at the edge of town. One of the walls had been heavily modified so Goldie could nearly fit inside. She'd gotten her own paddock and seemed to enjoy the ample food, and the regular fuckings. Though, it seemed that she was putting on weight. Just a few days living it easy and her stomach had a noticeable swell to it.

More than that, she was readily getting clingy. Uttering distressed noises whenever he'd leave, even for a bit. Not that he was going to complain too much. Not with her habit of waking him in the morning with a tongue wrapped around his morning wood.

Today though, there was a different note to her usual noises. A low whine that built into a grunting bark. The noises hauled Varric from his sleep, making the hunter growl as he rolled from bed, "What is it?" came the yawn. "Going to wake everyone in the village if you keep that up." She looked over her shoulder at him, tail lifted and hind legs stepped apart. The rathian straddled a depression she'd dug into the ground. Some sort of sleeping pit, the Researchers had mused. Her vent glistening in the light coming from his house. "Oh, are you needing something? Bit early, but..."

He trailed off as she uttered a grunt. The sound starting low as her stomach rippled, then was forced higher as her hips dipped and head rose. Something about the way her hips were rippling made the wolf step back and watch curiously.

Goldie groaned, teeth grinding as her muscles shifted. Something within her gut rolled and moved, stretching her tunnel as only the wolf had. Her jaws clenched, shuddered, and then dropped open as her muscles pressed against something smooth. She tried to groan, but the breath caught in her throat as the lump shifted. It rolled smoothly over her inner walls, stretching and pressing as it slipped further.

Varric's ears twitched as her vent began to drool like it had several days ago. Thick, steaming juice dripping over her hide and onto the ground. Her muscled clenched and squeezes before slowly parting.

As he watched, her folds parted enough to expose a glistening, pearly shell. Goldie shuddered, groaned, and crouched as the egg dropped tot he softened ground with a soft plop. The rathian heaved a sigh, hung her head, and looked under herself at the singular egg. Then over at Varric as if asking what it was.

"Don't look at me like that. Its your egg." He walked up and gave her rear a pat, "Feeling better though? Got that out of your system?" She groaned and hunched her hips, gut rippling as she started pushing again. "Guess not."

Rather than just sit back and watch, he decided that he should have some fun too. Watching her push out an egg was strangely exciting. The wolf's nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent, which bordered somewhere between excited and something else. A touch revealed her slit to be hot. As hot, if not hotter, than it had been the other day.

She jumped at his touch, body clenching down with a groan. The rathian swung her head and tried to growl at him, but the noise trailed off as his hand dipped in. The wold grinning from ear to ear as his hand wrapped around the large wyvern's clit. Her body stiffened, not just from the push, but from the unexpected jolt. His fingers curling over and around her. Knuckles sliding against her dripping, drooling inner walls. A low, hungry growl built in his throat as he leaned in, licking her puss.

Goldie uttered a growl that almost sounded like she were asking, "Really?" before a shudder ripped through her. Her front dropped and body hunched as she started to push. The second egg coming out easier now that she knew what to do.

Varric breathed out a pleased growl as he watched that second egg sliding out. Even going so far as to slide his hand over to catch it. Letting her muscles squeeze and ripple about his hand as she pushed.

He helped the second out. Laying it on the ground before driving his hand back in. The wolf's hand squelching into her gaped slit. The penetration drew a warbling call from the golden rathian, her eyes going wide before she clenched about his hand. Slick walls trying to push his hand out even as he pushed it deeper. A wide grin spread over his muzzle as Varric reached down, massaging his own growing wood.

Goldie narrowed her eyes back at the wolf, but found herself kneeling as he stepped forward. The agitated growl died into a delighted purr as his tip found her entrance. He eyes narrowed and body arched as he pressed in. Tongue rolling from her maw as she uttered a warbling call that echoed out into the village. If her calling for Varric that morning hadn't woken the villagers, then her pleasured calls would do the trick.

Slick walls gripped and squeezed about his member as the wolf leaned forward with a growl. He narrowed his eyes and huffed as the gripping started to clench tighter than before. Rolling and pressing as she started trying to push a third egg out. Goldie's exceptionally tight tunnel only getting tighter. He ground his teeth as she started to push him out. Feet sliding in the dirt as he tried to resist. She met his growl with one of her own as her claws dug into the ground. Shoving herself back and knocking him off balance.

With the help of his cock to spread her, the third egg neatly fell out of her. Her hips shuddering as a gush of fluids followed it out. Leaving the rathian gasping, her head hanging as thighs shook.

A growl washed over her backside as Varric lunged again. Claws digging into her hips as he slammed in. The hunter savagely pounding her gaping, slick pussy. Goldie's head lifting as she uttered her own guttural call.

"Um..." a Researcher looked around the wall of his house slowly, "What's going on?"

Varric's voice rattled with a growl, "Your Philter made her pop out some eggs." He swung a foot up onto her backside and leaned over. Body hammering hers harder and faster, savoring the wet, slick squelching of her loose pussy about his cock, "Got more questions? Gonna watch or do you want to join too?" He leaned forward and really dug in, body cracking off hers.

Nervous footsteps sounded in the house, "I'll... come back later."