The Wyvern Chronicles Chapter 03
#3 of The Wyvern Chonicles
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This is a work of fiction that entails m/m relationship, semi non-consent yiff, and as the author I warn you, it is not to be read by: A: Minors, B: Furs that dislike male/male sex or yiff and C: If your country does not allow you to see this, please leave the page.
The Wyvern just lies in his spot, curled up as he rumbles to comfort himself. His eye keeps a watchful vigil at the crowd before him, the snickering and glaces desolving quickly enough. He tries to keep a happy mood, idly pulling a small book he's been reading from his pack behind him, his eyes glance up and down as he waits to see that one skunk again.
The skunk comes back down the stairs as the poor thing is livid like a stone. He sits for a while, trying to get himself gathered, as he waves to the wyvern to come near him.
The Wyvern perks up, and gently slides his book back against his stuff. His saunters eventually reach him, and the wyvern sits back on his haunches, quiet as he listens to what the skunk has to say, before he speaks himself.
The skunk begins to tell the wyvern "You know, I deserve this, I was born of a whore and a whore I have become... He fucked me, The Wyvern, down and hard, like I was a toy, and I almost had to eat his shit to please him... "As he begins to whimper. "I have to get out of here some how" he cries softly.
The Wyvern feels torn, a sad look on his face as he finds that his rumbling picks up again, and he tries to comfort the skunk, lightly bumping his snout against the skunk's own."I don't know what I can do, without jeopardizing my... comfortable position here." He softly glances away at the crowd, the feeling of many around him has become almost naturally to him, his awkwardness as slowly faded away in the last few days he's been here. "...I didn't know he hurt people this way..." he mumbles quietly, the wyvern still very conflicted.
Seskus makes his way back to his room, conforted by his words, he begins to lock himself again in his room, and then he lays to sleep. The wyvern, he knows, is right outside, checking that he doesnt scape again... Then a soft knock sounds on the door and the panther appears, with his key. "You know, I have been rough on you, if you want some advice, please keep all clients happy" as the panther nuzzles him.
The Wyvern is settled on his side, lying against the building, his somewhat keen ears struggling to pick up details of the conversation above. He tilts his head upwards to look at the window, ready to jump, should he hear anything negative. He lies there silently, resisting the urge to peek up into the window. He doesn't really know what to think about the inn, at this point, habits starting to ingrain themselves into him, as he starts to geet used to routine. He perks her ears again, trying to listen intently at the two above.
The panther tries to confort him as Seskus is in no mood for more tonight "Please master, bring my friend the wyvern in, he will be my next client, since he asked so." The panther gets angry but agrees, leaving the skunk alone, and after a while as the wyvern comes in again, the panther tells him "He has asked for you, since you asked for him, is that true?" The panther asks the wyvern.
The Wyvern almost betrays the lie, before catching himself, "Y-yes, I've been waiting to meet with him, since the day I helped with his purge." He stops walking, standing there for a moment while looking at the panther, waiting for a response, befor she lets himself back inside the large inn.
The panther asks again "You know, I am kind of thinking that there is something going on here" as he waves his large tail around him, meaning he is mad. "Tell you what, any of the females here is yours if you allow me, giving up on the line to him, to have fun with him, what do you say?"
The Wyvern cants his head as he speaks, "The offer sounds tempting, but I don't fully understand what you mean." The wyvern sets down on his haunches as he watches the feline, trying his best to seem interested. His worrying nature starts showing itself as the end of his tail twitches about, the scaled thing swishing to and fro, trying to occupy his mind.
The panther laughs "You know, I have been knowing you little by little, and when you twitch your tail you are not either telling the truth, or you simply are nervious... I dont give a damn about the boy, but at least be honest with me, has he called for you? I will let you see him nonetheless" as he tries to take out all the truth out of his lips.
The Wyvern embarrassingly huffs, and admits that he didn't personally call for his service, and that he's worried about the way he's being treated. "I don't think he deserves what he gets, he's obviously scared and depressed, no need to treat him like dirt." He gives his honest opinion, only wanting now to go upstairs and give the skunk company, the least he could do for him, at least for now.
The panther "OK, now you are being honest, dear, see, it wasnt that hard, now go get him some company, and make sure he does what you want, not what *he* wants" as the panther begins to leave to see other parts of the inn to take care of.
The Wyvern steps up the stairs, and peeks through the door, into the skunk's room. He steps in, and gently lets the door close behind him with the help of his tail. "Are you doing alright?" he asks quietly, keeping his distance away from the skunk for a short moment, before slowly walking towards him, rumbling softly and friendly to him.
Seskus is totally asleep as the wyvern enters the room. "Oh, thank goodness you are here, we needed to talk. I am willing to please you as much as I can, but you have to help me get out of here." as he begins to whimper while he clings to the wyvern.
The Wyvern lets himself be hugged and clinged to, his heart breaking at the sight of the desperate creature. He feels very reluctant as he speaks, the feeling of civilized life and the inn has grown on him, and is a very nice alternative to being alone. "...I have somewhere you can stay, but I'll be shunned as well from this place, and it's air is a nice change from dwelling alone in the wilds..." as the Wyvern's chest rumbles deeply, trying to comfort the skunk as he tries to figure out what to do in his mind, the whole ordeal a worrying and stressful one.
Seskus then says: "I dont want to bother you then, sorry I asked for you..." as he unclings from him, not wanting to give him trouble. Then he has an idea "Ah, say, you the other day said you wanted to donate some to me, so why dont we do something... you let me go, you fake you cannot find me and I will take care of myself," he continues "I have been on the street long enough to know what is like,...
Seskus then says "...I have been a thief and an impostor, but now I thought I found a good soul to take care of me... and then this... " as he begins to lay back on his bed.
The Wyvern lightly perks up, gazing at the skunk, "...I think that could work, though the boss will surely see through my lies, and punish me severely, if not kick me out outright." He thinks a bit more, canting his head. "If I am kicked out, and, or punished serverely, I think that it'll be well worth it, to see another free to make their own choices, and be treated with respect." He gives a quiet nudge and sniff on the skunk, "I'm made of a sturdier stuff than most, and I doubt whatever is thrown at me, will stick for long."
Seskus gets up on the bed... "Then it is a deal? I would not want you to get in trouble, but I guess I have no choice but stay. I will stay one more week and as we plan it out we cut off the deal. I will find myself more confortable if you would stick with me tonight, do you mind staying?"
The Wyvern approaches closer, gently slipping onto the bed, murmuring, "No, I don't mind." He lets the furry person snuggle close against his underscales, wanting to keep him safe and warm, and sorry for what he's been through.
Seskus gets him close as he makes space for him to lay on the bed. "I own you now two, and my guess is that I should pay back some. Please, please do as of me of what you want, I as stated am yours tonight" as he blushes, trying to get him to the bed to lay down.
The Wyvern lies on his side on the bed, his snout lowering down to Seskus' furry neck, nosing and nipping it gently as he presses his warm scales against him. A wing slips over him like a blanket, gently pressing down to keep the skunk nice and warm. He doesn't have the heart to take the male before him, and holds back, opting to snuggle and cuddle warmly with him.
Seskus starts to please his neck and shoulders as he begins to massage his groin "Love, you dont need to hold back, I am here to service you in any way possible, and I will do so... Dont you desire me?"
The Wyvern rumbles quietly, "I'm just... modest is all, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to..." he says softly, his netherscales warm quickly with the stimulation, bulging against the skunk with his hidden malehood. He rubs his chestscales up against the smaller frame a bit, rumbling out happily at the feeling of fur on his scales.
Seskus gets on top of him as he tries to get him happy and tries to get him horny enough to take him "You are not to be taken lightly, I know, but I want to repay you at least one, from the asses from the halley..." as he begins to lick at his neck.
The Wyvern quietly rars out, rolling onto his back as the furred thing climbs on top of him. His warmth and licks stimulate him quickly, and the flared head of his malehood slips free from his slit, gently leaking prefluid as more slips and thickens. He goes quiet, his rumbles growing quite louder at the nice looking male atop his scales.
Seskus begins to run his tongue all over his snout and going downwards from his head to his belly, and then the underside of his belly, and he begins to lick lighlty at his dick "Now, let me do and enjoy yourself, I will make sure that I wont get you in any way in more trouble than you are already in" as he begins to massage his prick.
The Wyvern flexes his wyvernhood, four barbs becoming apparent on its underside, all four in a row, lightly prodding against massaging warmth against them. Prefluid lightly runs down the shaft, coating any paws that might be holding it tight. His chest rumbles loudly, himself giving a rawr as he noses and licks at the skunk's cheeks, happy he could help one in need.
Seskus then continues bobing up and down his prick as he begins to insert a digit inside his pucker. As he does so, he licks the flares lightly, with his soft tongue as he begins to take his balls in his hand while massaging softly.
The Wyvern gently kicks his hindclaw, the combined pleasures causing him to quietly rawrle out. He flexes his barbed malehood several more times, getting the skunk's maw nice and salty with more surging pre. His whole body gives a shiver, the wyvern deciding to rawrle out again as he can't help but lightly wiggle her hips, gazing down at the nice creature servicing him nicely, doing a damn good job!
Seskus then forgets about his anus and starts to lift himself atop the wyvernhood, inserting his pucker at first lightly, then sitting down upon his dick, as he lays on top of the drake, giving him enough space so if he wants can ram his whole dick inside.
The Wyvern lifts his right wing-arm, and lets it press onto the skunk as he holds him close for a while, rumbling his chest scales against him, before starting to lightly thrust upwards, his prefluid lubing the way into his tight passage.
Seskus moans out in pleasure as he rams himself more into his prick, continuing to please him as he licks at his snout "Yeah... *urg* mark... *urg* harder, I am yours, make me yours... *urg* ".
The Wyvern grunts rather loudly as he bucks heavily, sending the rest of his hot, flexing muscle inside the skunk, his musky pre surging at each apex, coating the insides of Seskus' rump with his thick, wyvern scent. He playfully nips at the skunk's neck, lightly pulling and nibbling on the skin as he pleasures him with his heavy, thick thrusts.
Seskus cannot help but moan as he rams into him, as he totally takes his own little prick and begins to wank himself under him "ugh... mark me, bite down, I will be proud of bearing your mark" as he moans, trying to get more of his dick into him.
The Wyvern opens his maw, and bites down onto the skunk's neck, being firm, yet gentle with him, his bite hurting him without drawing blood. He bucks his length up and down, his barbs scraping against the skunk's insides as he does so, his musky fluid staining him. His whole body tenses, scales shivering heavily as he reaches climax.
Seskus keeps going and throws at the belly of the beast his little hot seed, as the big wyvern begins to rut him hard, and totally lost in lust, he decides that the wyvern is an easy mark... as the big wyvern spurts his seed into him.
The Wyvern flexes his malehood heavily, firmly biting down on the skunks neck as he bucks a few more times upwards, unaware of the skunks true feelings as his whole body shudders. Keeping his length within him, while continuing to bite down hard on him. Bother his wings wrap around the skunk, holding the warm body close to him as he warms it up even more with the skunks fur.
Seskus rests atop of the wyvern as the poor skunk lays down to his side, as he slips out of his dick, laying to his side... "I will get used to this... You *pant, pant* are huge" as he nuzzles with the wyvern, letting him rest the remain of the night.