First Contact
Anyone who knows my work knows that the tags attached to this story are unusual for me. Why am I writing something like this? Well, primarily as an exercise. I want to see if I actually can write material that's not quite vanilla. Generally I write to my own tastes, but here... well, I felt like doing something a little different. Hopefully it's come out good!
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- Faora, of the Swift River
The New Tribe â€" First Contact
It was not his fault. Asti was hardly the one to blame for what had happened. He knew it was the case, but that obviously wasn't what his kin had thought.
He was Serevokin, a draconic race of beings that were slowly dying out. Other tribes were popping up all over the countryside, from hunter lupines to sly vulpines to swift felines. The Serevokin could hardly keep up with such species. What had once been the boon of Asti's race had become its downfall.
Asti was but his core name, and what most beings called him. Aliastikora was his full name, and like all Serevokin he had been born male. The dragon people matured quickly and aged rapidly, and in but fourteen short years, most died of old age. Some few lucky Serevokin managed to survive until their eighteenth year, and only one legendary figure had ever managed to reach his twentieth birthday.
The lone Serevokin kicked at the ground angrily as he walked. It was not his fault. Long ago, males of the Serevokin had been able to interbreed, to produce their own offspring. The seed of the Serevokin changed the body of the receptor, and birth of one or two children was common in those days from unions between Serevokin. Despite their short lifespans, the Serevokin had expanded rapidly across the lands around them. Such a time was no more, though; the vengeful dark gods of the other, lesser races had seen to that. They had struck the Serevokin a mortal blow, and on the darkest day of Asti's people's history, the draconics had lost their ability to produce children amongst themselves.
With a quiet growl, the green-scaled Asti raised a hand and angrily swiped at a nearby tree. It was a taboo amongst his people to breed with one of one's own blood. Something in the dark magic that had sterilized the Serevokin twisted the minds of those born from such unions, as all but a small few partnerings between Serevokin produced children after the curse. One month after an impassioned night with his brotherkin, Kelnisakori, a single Serevokin child had been born. Its scales were twisted and broken, the horns atop its head developed cruel spines, and in its rapid growth the child began to destroy everything around it. Such was the madness produced by that forbidden union.
The partnerings of siblings were a common thing, he had reasoned to the elder council of the Serevokin. One in a hundred unions between Serevokin produced any children at all. Surely one mistake wouldn't have been enough to warrant his punishment. Again Asti growled as he passed by the tree marked by the gashes of his claws. They were fools; blind to reason, and set in their ways. They had banished both him and his brotherkin to opposite ends of the lands, never to see each other or set foot in Serevokin settlements again.
Asti had left with a vow, though. He promised them, each and every one, that the Serevokin would die out unless things could change. That without new partners, the great cities of the Serevokin would continue to grow more and more empty, until nothing at all remained but a memory of the once-strong race. He promised them that they would perish, but that his legacy would live on. In hindsight, Asti still had no idea how exactly he would accomplish the goals of his pledge.
It had been two days earlier when he had left behind the borders of the Serevokin lands. He had encountered not a single other being in all his time away from the central Serevokin city he had called home, and for good reason. Other races caught within the borders were usually taken, and in more than one way. After the curse, the only way the Serevokin could increase their diminishing numbers was through the lesser races. The seed of Asti's people might not work on each other any longer, but it was still potent when planted in the body of any number of the other races. Nine times out of ten, the child born was pureblood Serevokin.
The draconic paused for a moment and looked up into the moonlit sky. Yes. That was it. A toothy smile spread across his features. He had been a planner on the breeder's council before his banishment, and he knew things the average Serevokin did not. He knew just how rare it was to capture the lesser races within their lands, and how little could be forced from them. He knew how many of the captives were bred to the brink of death, so vigorously were they used to create more Serevokin. The system had always been flawed; more care needed to be taken, not less. Desperation did not need to breed wastefulness. Controlled programs of breeding had been his suggestion, and it had been smacked down by the elder council.
Asti's smile grew wider as he nodded to himself and tore his eyes away from the moon. A new tribe. A new empire of Serevokin, with himself at the head. Such a thing for the average Serevokin was insanity, but Asti knew it was possible. If the breeder's council would not have accepted his ideas, then they would die out just as he had promised. But the Serevokin would survive, and he would ensure it. With renewed purpose, Asti continued through the dense forests. He simply needed one being, one willing target. One ‘mother', to start his new tribe.
However, the draconic had never ventured beyond the borders of his people's lands, and he knew nothing of the other races that lay beyond. He knew that they were far from him, and that they dared not to come near Serevokin lands. The lesser beings told horror stories of the Serevokin, he knew; tales spawned back when Serevokin laid waste to village after village, taking more and more of the land as their own. Asti grinned. Such rumors would not protect them for long.
A flickering of firelight came into the draconic's sight. He frowned and peered through the dark brush to seek out its source, but from his distance he could not make it out. A camp, this close to his people's land? The draconic's slim, forked tongue licked over his lips as a rumbling purr emanated from his muzzle. Such fortune would be a sign indeed that his path was the correct one. Carefully and silently, Asti crept towards the flame.
It was indeed a camp, of sorts. A small fire flickered in the center of the little clearing, and a bedroll was spread out a short distance from it. A crude longbow and a quiver of arrows was laid across the top of the bedroll, and Asti's keen eyes were able to detect traces of fur on the spread. Casting a quick glance around, he slipped into the clearing and to the bedroll. The draconic crouched down and ran a single, clawed hand over the lumpy pillow set at one end of the roll. Still warm, though that could have been the fire burning nearby. The dark grey fur looked, as best he could tell, lupine. Asti had heard stories of the Nakeletori wolves, and one of them had even been captured once by another of his brotherkin. His brotherkin had sworn up and down that there was nothing like the breeding of such a creature. The draconic smiled; perhaps he would have his chance to find out for himself.
Without warning, a sharp knife flashed from the side of Asti's vision. Its blade pressed against his throat as a grey-furred arm wrapped around his shoulders and yanked him back and to the ground. As Asti blinked, the lupine he had expected to find straddled his waist and pressed the knife's blade more firmly down against his scaled neck. The draconic didn't even flinch or move; he simply laid there under the miniscule weight of the wolf and waited. Obviously, the hunter had not wanted to simply kill him. If he had, Asti would already be no more.
For a long moment, the yellow eyes of the wolf above Asti simply stared with hateful anger down at the ice blue of the draconic's orbs. The Serevokin wore nothing; his people could barely abide clothing of any sort, and their scales were perfect armor regardless. The lupine on the other hand was clad in a simple brown loincloth, furred with the hide of some wild animal. The knife in his paw was sharp, and its metal glinted in the light of the fire. "Give me one reason not to slay you where you lay, demon," the wolf growled.
Slowly Asti lifted his eyeridges and spread his arms and legs out as wide as he could. It was a non-threatening posture amongst his people, and his helpless position was certain to the wolf above him. If it came right down to it, Asti could escape the lupine, but he did not want to. Not yet. "Because I am banished from the Serevokin," he replied. His voice, as the voice of all Serevokin, was deep and gravelly. "I am not your enemy, and I mean you no harm. I come not to conquer, and in the wake of my shame." His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head back against the ground. "But if you would believe the stories of my people, then kill me now. End my shame."
The draconic watched the face of the wolf closely. Inwardly he smiled. He knew very well that the wolf did not want to just kill him, and he suspected that he understood. Stories were told about the Serevokin, and none who ventured into the draconic lands emerged again. It was either curiosity that had captured this wolf's attention, or the possibility of capturing the greatest prey of all. Either way, the lupine would not be killing him.
The lupine's expression slowly changed, though the hardness to his features remained. The knife lifted slightly from Asti's throat, though it still rested close enough that the wolf could stab out and slice open the draconic's neck at will. "You are not here to hunt." It was not a question.
Asti shook his head slowly, careful of the knife. "I am not. Serevokin need to eat only once every few days. I feel no hunger at this time." He smirked. "You may relax. Even if I were, I would not seek to dine on your flesh. That is not who we are."
As his eyes narrowed, the wolf sat back atop Asti. Obviously prejudice was keeping him from simply letting the draconic up, but the position suited Asti just fine. As long as the wolf thought he held the power in their encounter, things would go much more smoothly. "What do you want?" the hunter finally asked.
At that, Asti smiled. "Company," he replied softly, though he stiffened as he felt the wolf's blade against his throat once again. "Truly, that is all I seek. I am banished from my kin, my brothers... and I have many years of life still left in me. Could you be alone for that entire time? Would you not seek out conversation?"
With a quiet growl, the wolf slipped up and off Asti's body. He swiftly shifted over to his bedroll and grasped at his bow tightly, and in a smooth motion a single arrow was prepared and drawn back. The weapon was pointed directly at the draconic, but still the wolf did not attack. "You should move along," he warned quietly, a hint of a growl entering his voice once again. "Seek no comfort from my people, for we hate the Serevokin." He tilted his head up and smirked. "The mindgames of your people do not work on us. My will remains my own."
Again Asti raised his eyeridges. The success of inter-species breeding to the Serevokin was dependant on the will of the birthing parent, and many of the lesser species were deathly afraid of the Serevokin. Though Asti had been controlling and suppressing it, all Serevokin were able to emit powerful pheromones that clouded the minds of the lesser species. It made them weak, malleable. It sapped their will and changed them. They ceased to be who they were, and they began a new existence as breeder toys.
The scent however did not affect the minds of Serevokin, and Asti had had no reason to be producing that musk since his banishment. He smirked to himself; oh, the little wolf thought he was strong of mind, did he? "Would that be a challenge, lupine?" Asti asked as he sat up. He smiled as he watched the wolf closely. "After all, I have made no attempt to control you. Do you think you could resist if I were to do such a thing?"
The hunter frowned slightly; obvious Asti had not been what he had expected at all. Still, the draconic could see pride bubbling over in his features. He knew what the response would be, even before the wolf opened his muzzle again. "You could do your worst, Serevokin, and waste your energy," he replied with a smug smile. "The will of the Nakeletori cannot be conquered."
That was certainly a challenge, and Asti was hardly willing to allow it to slide. He closed his eyes as he smiled, and the draconic too a long, slow breath. The air around them was still; there wasn't even the barest hint of a breeze in the air. As he focused, Asti could feel his body growing warmer. His powerful scent started to spread through the air.
As he opened his eyes, the wolf continued to sit still before him. The bow in his paws was steady as it remained pointed at the Serevokin, but even as Asti watched, it started to shake a little bit. The taunt bowstring was eased slightly as the wolf took a breath, and his expression changed to one of confusion. "What is that... that smell?" He frowned and looked up at the draconic as Asti stood up slowly. "It is... it's..." The lupine's muzzle continued to work at the air, but no sound came out. His breathing became deeper, as the air grew thicker with the Serevokin's intoxicating scent.
"That scent is mine," Asti replied calmly as he slipped around the fire. He watched as the bow was dropped from the wolf's paws, and a smile spread across his muzzle at the sight of the wolf's swelling sheath beneath that little loincloth. "Do you like it, hunter of the Nakeletori? How do you feel?"
The draconic looked on as slowly, deliberately, the wolf took a long breath of the Serevokin's scent. A whimper escaped his muzzle even as his expression flickered between outrage and lustful longing; some part of his mind knew what was going on, but the will-altering pheromones of the Serevokin were quickly silencing that voice screaming for him to run. Asti watched him closely and smile as he sat down on the bedroll beside the hunter, and the draconic reached out to gently stroke over the wolf's bare chest. "Take that little piece cloth off for me," he ordered firmly, his voice deeper as he lightly dragged his claws down and over the hunter's chest.
A shiver wound its way through the wolf's body, and his paws trembled as he complied with the instruction. As he started to pull away the loincloth and expose his swollen sheath, one of Asti's other fingers stroked down over his own scaled body. The gentle touch reached down between the draconic's legs and stroked briefly over the lips of his genital slit, before with a soft murr he dipped his fingers down and inside himself. "Good boy," he praised the lupine, as Asti turned his eyes back to him. "Tell me... how do you feel? Answer me this time, and you will be rewarded."
Again the lupine whimpered and shivered, and his answer was almost immediate. "I... I feel warm," he said slowly, the words sounding as though they were forced out. The wolf's mind was indeed strong. "I want... I need..." He looked up at Asti with a mixture of desire and confusion. "... you."
As the draconic's fingers dipped deep into his slit, he purred deeper. "That's a good boy," he praised once again, as he started to pull his fingers back free of himself again. They emerged back into the cool night air slickened with his fluids, and the Serevokin offered both wet digits up to the wolf. "Now, come. Taste me."
Almost without hesitation did the wolf lean forward to start to lap over the offered fingers. Asti smiled; if the will of the wolf was not broken yet, then it certainly was soon to be. The genital slit of the Serevokin secreted fluids more powerful than the pheromones that they produced. If the pheromones were not enough to dominate a mind, then the fluids that his malehood soaked in were more than enough. They were swiftly absorbed into the body of the being the Serevokin mounted, and it awoke a fire in their loins unlike any other. To a being mounted by the Serevokin, there was no turning back. There was a life of servitude, of being bred over and over again. And each of them loved it so.
Asti smiled as he watched the wolf polish his scaled fingers completely clean. A gasp came from the lupine's muzzle as the Serevokin's fluids spread throughout his body, and his malehood started to rapidly push out of his sheath as he moaned. The hunter's yellow eyes flicked down to the black spear of male flesh emerging from his sheath before he glanced up almost pleadingly at the Serevokin again. "Please...?" he asked.
The draconic didn't need to ask what it was the wolf needed. Instead he simply smiled wide and nodded as he leaned back. The lips of his slit had parted slightly, and from within emerged a thick length of red flesh, tapered at the tip and covered in bumps and ridges that spanned its entire length. It grew and grew as it emerged into the open air, and Asti watched as the lupine looked over it with fascination and desire. And to think, but moments ago he had claimed to be so strong, so resistant to Serevokin persuasion! "Do as you will, Nakeletori. Show me what you want."
The wolf's eyes were glazed over with need as he looked up at Asti, almost as if he were checking to be certain of the invitation. When his eyes lit upon Asti's smile though, the hunter was all to eager to slip down and bury his head in the draconic's lap. Immediately, warmth spread over the length of Asti's malehood, and the Serevokin growled long and low with approval. For as common as it was for Serevokin to meet for pleasure, it was rare indeed for him to be blessed with the pleasure of another's muzzle.
The eager, pheromone-addled wolf only moaned as he worked down over the full length of Asti's shaft. The lupine suckled hungrily, and the draconic moaned quietly as he closed his eyes. As his fluids were gulped down by the broken wolf, still more of his mind was blanked out by chemical desire. The canid's tongue curled about Asti's length and lapped along it, and as his muzzle pressed against the base of the draconic's shaft, the wolf dipped his tongue down past the lips of the Serevokin's slit.
Again Asti moaned, and his legs spread out wide as he felt that tongue wriggling down inside him. The sensitive inner walls that tongue rubbed against only twitched and rippled, and the wolf seemed bothered not at all by the thick malehood that pushed up into his throat. One of the draconic's hands slipped up to stroke over the back of the canine's head, though he didn't hold the wolf down as he pulled back up for air. For a second, Asti thought that the lupine was going to remain lifted up and off his shaft. Then the feeling of the warm muzzle pushed down his length again broke into his mind, and the draconic moaned deeply once again.
His pre drooled out from his tip, soaking the wolf's tongue before every drop was eagerly gulped down. With every swallow of his fluids, the wolf beneath Asti grew more and more needy. The draconic had never been with one of another species before, and the addictive qualities of Serevokin bodily fluids were something he had only ever heard about. He could feel it though, in the warming body of the wolf beneath him. For every second his slick, sweet pre dribbled out over the hunter's tongue, the lupine only grew more needful of it. The constant trickle of pre became quickly insufficient, and the wolf began to rapidly bob his head up and down the length of Asti's flesh. He might not have known what he was doing; perhaps he had never been with a male before. Certainly he instinctively knew what he had to do, in order to secure for himself the draconic seed he needed.
Asti wasn't the most reserved male amongst his people; he had been quite experienced in activities like what he was experiencing in those moments. But while the Serevokin enjoyed sex for pleasure, neither his brotherkin nor the others of his species had ever displayed the raw, mind-altered need that the wolf beneath him did. The hunter's mind and body belonged to Asti; the lupine was his. A cool shiver of pleasure ran from his neck to his tail, and a thick spurt of his pre splattered the back of the wolf's throat as he pushed down to the base of Asti's shaft again.
For a few moments Asti reclined and reveled in the pleasuring sensations of the lupine muzzle wrapped around his malehood. The hungry suckling, the eager bobbing of those tightly-pressed lips as they worked along his flesh... it would have been so easy for the draconic to simply lay back and enjoy the ministrations of the wolf. His wolf. That was far more accurate; the lupine was completely his, in those moments. It was that realization that drew Asti reluctantly back from the hunter's muzzle, and the wolf whimpered as the draconic gently pushed him back and off his malehood.
Having gorged himself on so much of Asti's pre, the needy lupine hunter tilted his head up quickly. Again he whimpered, and he pawed at the draconic's hand gently. "More," he pleaded, a note of desperation in his voice. "Please... I need more..." His own malehood appeared fully hard, and as Asti looked down he could see a small puddle of lupine fluids as it soaked into the bedroll. The scent intermingled with that of the draconic, and he breathed deeply as he smiled.
He looked slowly up at the desperate wolf, and Asti smiled as he squeezed tightly at the hunter's shoulder. "Oh, you want more, do you?" He chuckled as the wolf nodded vigorously, the canid's eyes locked squarely on Asti's saliva-slicked length. "I can give you more, but it comes at a price... tell me your name, wolf."
"I am called Rijaan, of the Sky's Light," he answered immediately. Rijaan's eyes never left the blood red malehood of the draconic, though the fingers of his paw tightened against Asti's wrist. "Anything you want, please... I need-"
"You will be mine," Asti interrupted firmly. He reached out with his other hand and tilted the wolf's chin up, and though Rijaan resisted for a moment his eyes eventually met the draconic's. "I will take you, Rijaan of the Sky's Light. I will fill you with my seed, and you will be claimed. You will be bred, and you will sire my children. Your belly will swell, and you will birth the future into this world." His eyes flashed as he smiled, and Asti leaned forward until his forehead touched against Rijaan's. "There will be no going back... you will be mine, and mine you will remain. You will be cared for, taken care of... you will be heralded as the first of mine. Your station will be high in my dominion."
Asti might not have bothered. The wolf simply nodded vigorously, and his eyes lit up. "You would do that?" he asked, almost sounding awed. "You could do that with me?"
Strong, powerful arms reached out to wrap around Rijaan's middle, and Asti spread his legs wide as he pulled the wolf close. "If only you allow me to plant my seed," he hissed quietly. His grin matched Rijaan's as the lupine nodded once more, and the wolf moaned quietly as the draconic pulled him tightly against his chest. "Very good," he murred in approval, as he gently pulled Rijaan down and against the tip of his shaft. "Oh, the children you produce will be fine Serevokin for certain." His smile broadened as he looked up at the wolf's face and watched him squirm. He was so eager, so ready to be bred...
The draconic could hardly contain his own excitement as he pulled the wolf down hard and fast onto his malehood. Both parties cried out, Asti in pleasure and Rijaan in pain as that thick, hot shaft split the wolf's backside. The Serevokin bucked his hips up sharply, driving inch after inch of his malehood deep inside Rijaan, filling his wolf up to the brim. Even through the pain, the lupine had begun to pant and groan in pleasure, and he squirmed down into Asti's lap as the draconic pulled him flush against his thighs.
Burning heat spurted up against Rijaan's insides as a fresh, thick pulse of Asti's pre was pumped up and into the wolf's tight confines. Even as the wolf murred and squirmed down against the feeling, the draconic started to move. His paws tightly gripped Rijaan's hips, and he pushed and pulled the wolf up and down along his malehood. Asti's eyes closed as he gave himself over to the sensations, and he moaned long and deep as he felt himself grow warmer. It was right; he would claim that wolf, and from him would the first generation of new Serevokin be birthed upon the world.
Rijaan was simply lost in a euphoric sea of pleasure. Never before had he experienced such sensations as those visited upon him by the Serevokin that filled his body. Never had he felt such need, such primal, raw desire in his life. He was lost as he swam through the bliss that clouded his mind. Some part of the wolf knew what was happening to him; he knew what the Serevokin was, and what he was doing to his body. He knew that he was being violated, that his body was being taken away from him, that his mind itself was muted by the overwhelming power of the drug-like musk that surrounded Asti. He knew what was happening to him... and despite that near-silent voice in the back of his head, he loved it. Every tantalizing second. Every perverse moment.
Asti drove himself up and into the tightly held wolf again and again. Even if his musk hadn't worked, even if the fluids he continued to pump up into the lupine had failed to wipe his mind and drown him in lust, it wouldn't have mattered. The draconic felt too much pleasure to have stopped, and even if Rijaan had been able to fight, he knew that there was nothing the hunter could have done. His own need was too great. He needed to breed the body in his arms; he needed to seed it. He needed to claim the wolf as his, and he needed nothing more. He rammed his malehood up harder and harder, his hips jerking as quickly as they could as he drove himself faster up into Rijaan's body.
His clawtips dug into the wolf's side, and he left long scratches in Rijaan's side as his body twitched and writhed with pleasure. The growing heat around his malehood mingled with the tight squeezes of the wolf's passage, and the impassioned pants and moans and incoherent begs for more by the lupine only drove Asti onwards. He needed no encouragement, as he pushed forward and slammed the wolf down onto his back. Despite Rijaan's yelp of pain and brief protest, argument was forestalled as the draconic resumed his hard, deep thrusts into the broken wolf beneath him. He pinned the hunter down as he squeezed his eyes shut, and he growled long and deep as he leaned down over the lupine.
Rijaan could only whimper and whine beneath Asti. He was immobilized by the strong draconic's hands; all he could move was his head. His back arched and he pushed himself up harder against Asti's hands as his malehood twitched, and he could only bark out in pleasure as a fresh spurt of his own pre shot from his tip and stained the emerald draconic's scales. The spurt was lost to both of them, so consumed were they by the fires of lust that burned deep inside them. Rijaan could only lay beneath the great Serevokin, and from his muzzle issued a babbled series of begs and pleads. He wanted to be bred. He wanted to be seeded; he needed to be seeded. No matter what was to happen afterwards, he had to feel it. He had to.
It didn't take much longer for him to feel it. Too much pleasure flowed through Asti's nerves as he pounded the wolf's backside with everything he had, fighting and straining to reach the peak of his efforts. Nothing else in the world mattered to the Serevokin save for the hot body beneath him, and the need to plant his seed. His hips shook and jerked erratically as his growls grew in ferocity and volume, and he teetered right on the edge of his climax. His hips pulled back hard, and his thrusts hammered the wolf's passage hard and long and deep.
A sudden image flashed into Asti's mind. For a brief moment he looked down over Rijaan, and he saw the wolf's whole body. One of his hands gripped the wolf's shoulder and the other rested upon his hip, but in that brief moment Rijaan seemed different. The wolf's belly had bulged, stretched out wide with the children that Asti was striving so hard towards. For a second, Asti could see the future that he was about to ensure. And then the image was gone, and in a flash of electric pleasure, Asti reached the culmination of their tryst.
His teeth closed around the wolf's neck in a hard mating bite as he pushed his malehood as deep into Rijaan's body as deep as it could go. He ground against the lupine's backside hard, making sure that his full length was sheathed within the twitching, hot passage of the wolf beneath him. The tide of pleasure washed over him, and as he cried out louder his malehood began to twitch and spurt. From deep within his body boiled hot seed, shot out and into the most intimate depths of the wolf before him. The fluids soaked in deep, milked by Rijaan's squeezing muscles and pulled deep into his body.
The feeling of Asti reaching his climax was all Rijaan needed, so badly did he want the seed of the Serevokin. That last hard thrust ground right up against Rijan's prostate, and his vision exploded with white-hot bliss as his own malehood jumped. Shot after thick shot of his own pent-up seed spurted forth. Asti's scales were smeared with white, and the wolf's own grey fur was marked similarly as he squeezed down tighter around the draconic's length. He ground his hips backwards, trying to force still more of Asti into himself as he gorged himself on the Serevokin's fluids. His body burned as he felt the searing jets marking his insides, and his belly seemed to shiver in the heat of his pleasure. He didn't care. He was Asti's now, to be taken as the draconic wanted.
Asti released Rijaan's hip and pressed it instead to the wolf's belly as he continued to unload himself into the hunter. His potent fluids went right to work, and he felt the warmth in the lupine's body as it was changed to accommodate the fertile seed flooding it. His belly seemed to swell under his fingers and Asti shivered; it was taking. The wolf had been seeded, he had been bred... it had begun. He moaned out again, his growls fading away into pants and groans of pleasure as he ground his hips against Rijaan's backside.
It was a few moments more before the flood of his seed slowed to a trickle, and almost half a minute before the trickle had stopped up completely. Asti opened his eyes as he released the wolf's neck and looked down over Rijaan. The lupine appeared to have passed out entirely from the pleasure of the act, and the draconic smiled tightly to himself with satisfaction. "Thank you, Rijaan of the Sky's Light," he said quietly. A grin spread across his muzzle and he ground himself once again into the wolf's backside. A few sparks of post-orgasm pleasure rushed through his length, and the draconic shivered.
His smile broadening, Aliastikora tilted his head up to the sky and purred quietly. The seed had been planted, and his plans were in motion. That night, one wolf had become his. It was a great step, but only the first one. Rijaan was the first wolf to fall to him, yes. In the days that would follow, however, there would be more.
Many more.
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