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Loneliness smothered my thoughts.

The night was wrong. It was late and I was yet to strip out my armour. Foolish, in this weather as the chill metal sapped warmth through my fur. I strode through my warband’s camp, alone.

Snow fell gently on my tracks, erasing my presence. I should be sleeping but I felt ill, discontent rolled violently through my skull. The pounding beat of my own heart left me begging for a distraction.

So I went searching, knowing I’d find nothing. I did not belong to these charr, didn’t belong to any charr.

Among the ranks of Ash I’d never felt so isolated. So tooth-grindingly alone. The snow crunched underfoot. My sword tapped against my greaves with every step and though the sound hardly carried, to the ears of an Ash warband I could’ve been banging pots.

I wanted them to hear me. Wanted them to see me. To pity me. To comfort me.

Blood would’ve. For all their ferocity they knew how to be soft. How to tussle. To wrestle and drink and curse and fight and fuck until the bonds between us had hardened. I craved that now, anything to feel closer to my new warband.

Instead there was quiet.

I sniffed at the air as I passed by each tent, drunk off of the idea that I’d find something to betray any of the secrets my warband indulged in at night.

I sought the vapours of spirits, the funk of sweat. Burn me, even the dull scent of ink and vellum but there was nothing. These charr were imperceptible, every night I came closer to poking my head inside their tents. To Ash Legion, such a bold breach of privacy would almost certainly land me in the crosshairs of retaliation. Poison, violent ambush or worse. These were cowards who were too coy to fight in the open and risk bruising their own ego.

But suffering that seemed worth it just to know something about them. Anything.

Even by day they hardly spoke in earshot of me. They didn’t trust me. But I had no way to earn their trust, save battering their foes and putting my life before them. The most I’d done since joining the warband was chase off a pack of starving wolves. I had no purpose here, but they kept me for a reason.

I stared up at the snow clouds above. A growl slipped my lips, I clenched my eyes shut. I wanted to snarl into the night, to bay and howl and curse the life I led.

I wanted to exhaust myself, to collapse in the snow, tired and tense and empty of all my hate. My anger. I wanted them to understand, though they refused my every attempt. So I would let them see me. Let them hear me. Let them dance around my clumsy posturing. For something, anything, any sign that they knew me. That they cared.

I wandered through row after row of silent tents. I must’ve been tired, the camp seemed longer. That wrongness in the air only seemed to tease my perception. I glanced back the way I came. The rows of tents stretched farther than they should.

Weary, I spun, my teeth were bared. I was on edge, or I was deluded. Snow crunched beside me, my heart rose. A sign. A cloak fell across my back.

I jolted, reaching for my sword but a hand grabbed my wrist. I spun about to shout a warning. But I stared into the green eyes of Atorius, a skilled mesmer nearly twice my senior.

He was on watch tonight but not a flake of snow dotted the dark fur of his face. He raised a hand, his claws trailing purple energy which shaped the night around us. Complete silence made my hackles raise. No longer could I hear the gentle sound of snow falling or the crass flutter of canvas in the wind.

The cloak he’d draped upon me did nothing to fight the cold of the night, I was distrustful, nothing of this was right. “Come.” He spoke low and strode past. I followed in step, an uneasiness rose through the excitement. I had been seen, I had been heard. But for what purpose?

“What do you want?” I asked.

A grin flashed at the corner of his mouth, but he said nothing more. He led me to a hill overlooking our camp, to the base of a tree where I’d spent too many nights on watch.

As we neared, the empty campfire shimmered and revealed the fire he’d lit hidden under an illusion. “Your restlessness is bothersome.” He nudged me towards a log. “Sit.”

My wits were not about me. I could hardly form words. I sat. He reached for something in his robes.

“Brandy?” He produced a bottle.

I stared. “If you need me to take your watch–”

He took a swig and laughed. “You’re an odd one.” His green eyes were inescapable as he stared me down. It was a challenge. I withered under his gaze.

I’d been raised to never back down but he’d pulled me off balance, never had any of them tried to speak to me like this. I squinted at the bottle in his hand and reached for it.

My claw struck the glass. It fractured into a dozen purple butterflies and vanished. I glared.

“Are you so desperate to be seen you’ll grab any opportunity to put yourself before us?” His voice was the cutting rasp of steel on steel.

I turned away, anger rose in my chest. To be taunted after being neglected... I had no impression of him before but discovering he was a bully made me glad. Glad to finally know something about any of them.

He let the question hang in the air. It boiled my rancid thoughts. I wanted to sneer. Wanted to lay into him with a gauntleted fist, to bruise and batter him in a way that was painful as it was playful. If I wanted to truly hurt him, I had a blade, claws and fangs more than capable of maiming him. But he was Ash. This was his playful violence - pointed, hurtful questions.

“Yes,” I muttered.

He raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand to his lips, though he held nothing he gulped. As his arm fell, the sound of liquid sloshing in an invisible bottle filled the space between us.

“You know you scare them?” There was fire on his breath, it was unmistakably the scent of brandy. I frowned, he toyed with me.

“You’re so loud. So stupid. Nobody else would dare let you in, lest you expose their secrets. Lest you start a mess you can’t understand.” He stared at me again. “Are you drinking that?”

There was a bottle in my hand, though nothing had put it there.

I flinched. Then took a sip, brandy burned my tongue. I went to pass it back to him, but it was already in his hand.

“Mesmers,” he scoffed. Amusement glimmered in his brilliantly purple eyes. I blinked. His dull, green gaze met my stare like nothing was amiss. “Don’t know how any of you can stand us.”

He liked to rattle me. I grunted in acknowledgement, I was rattled. It stung. I wanted to seem tougher to him.

“It’s rather sad to see you seeking.” He nodded towards camp. “Every night I’m on watch I truthfully spend more time looking at you. You dream of us too.”

How did he know? My thoughts froze. Mesmer. This night had felt wrong because it was, I gripped at my chest and stared him down. Panic rose within me. Illusion after illusion, physically they made no sense. Nothing I had seen was complete because nothing I had seen was real. Because physically, I wasn’t here.

I peered at him. Understanding came slow, my heart beat dimly in my chest. I was asleep. As soon as the thought crossed my mind Atorius tilted his head. “Shame, isn’t it?”

I frowned at him. He gave me a look of such pity, then snapped his fingers.

I bolted up right, I felt queasy. I should be disgusted, should be enraged. He’d polluted my head with things he wanted me to see. But I was excited. The taste of brandy was still on my tongue. Pity. He’d pitied me. Burn me, how I wish any of them had before. I scrambled out of my bedroll, I didn’t bother dressing before I bounded from my tent.

It was cold, but he’d revealed himself to me. I ran for the top of the hill, but it was empty. The campfire unlit. Nobody on watch. But he was, I knew he was. I sat on the log and stared at the space I knew he filled.

If it was a test of my sanity, I could outlast him. Nothing mattered to me more than this. I watched the spot and waited, waited ‘til the cold filled my bones. ‘Til I shivered.

“I know you’re there.” I chattered as I spoke. It had to be true, desperation filled me and clouded out the doubt within. I leant forward and reached a hand for the campfire. It felt stone cold, not even a hint of heat emanated from it - but that could be part of the illusion.

I was so certain.

So hungry for it to be true that I waited still. He was there, taunting me from the veil of his illusions. It was maddening. But he was a bully, I’d seen that now. He wanted to watch me endure his torment. I could do that. I would do that.

I was so desperate for any of them to show themselves to me. So I waited. Burn me, I waited ‘til the sky turned purple and sunrise stained the horizon. I was exhausted, at some point I toppled forward. I lay there all night in the snow.

It was stupid, it was dangerous. But the longer I lay there, the more certain I was. Because if I was wrong, I was dead. Hypothermia should’ve killed me. Were I so deluded, it was a death I deserved.

The only end that made sense to me.

The only end I wouldn’t fight.

Tiredness caught up to me as the sun rose. I plunged into a dreamless sleep and woke in the afternoon. My neck ached, but I was very much alive. I forced myself to sit. A cloak covered me like a blanket.

I sniffed it. Atorius.

A wisp of smoke still rose from the campfire, the logs were freshly charred. There was a bottle of brandy by the base of the tree, half-full. I clutched it to my chest and pulled the cloak around me to hide my undergarments.

Camp was busy, a dozen eyes watched me retreat to my tent. They’d know. Burn me, I’m sure every single last one of them saw me on that hill while I slept. They’d see me in his cloak and know who’d pitied me. I dry-swallowed. It had to be by design, he wanted them to know.

But what would they think of me? I didn’t even know what they thought of him. Would they see me as his plaything? His friend? I kitted up for the day and stepped outside. I sought him out. My eagerness overflowed, I barged straight into his tent.

The soundlessness of his contact in the dream rushed to fill my head, he’d protected this space from curious ears.

He sat on the ground, though he wore no shirt and a blanket covered his lower half. He had a meal sprawled out around him, the array of food was far too much to eat alone. I knelt opposite him.

Joy thundered through my chest, he was welcoming me. My dream had been so vivid, I remembered more of it than what I’d done the rest of the night. But this was brighter, this was real. He raised his eyes to me and didn’t protest as I reached for a length of dolyak jerky.

“You think like you’re still Blood Legion.” He sounded unsure.

I wrenched off my helmet and let it clatter to the ground. “Yeah?”

He met my eyes and tilted his head, for the briefest moment I thought I had upset him. Then he laughed. He tipped his head back and giggled. It gave me pause, never had I imagined I’d see any Ash behave this way.

“I can only conclude you didn’t sneak back into your tent.” He cleared his throat.

“Was I meant to?” I replied through a mouthful of jerky.

He raised an eyebrow. “That depends how much you wanted the others to know. For this, I would imagine little, but that was for you to decide.”

I cocked my head. “For this?”

He peered at me for a moment, his gaze scoured my armour.

“I see.” He gnawed at his lip. “What do you think we’re doing here?”

I squinted. “Eating.”

“And that’s all?”

“I brought this.” I produced the half-full bottle of brandy. “Could drink.”

He made an exasperated sound. “Dullard.” He breathed the word quietly, but he did intend for me to hear it.

I folded my arms. “Make yourself clear.” I gave him a deadly stare. “Now.”

He snorted. “I believe I’ve been clear from the beginning.” He flicked his gaze to me. “You submitted to me. You rushed to spend the night half-naked by my side. You came to me with my own drink.” He looked baffled. “At what point was I not clear?”

I blinked, burn me. I looked at him, really looked at him.

‘You submitted to me.’

I hadn’t meant it quite like that, had I? His questions. His taunting. Chasing him from the dream. I–fuck. I was in it now. He was naked, the thin blanket was all that covered him.

The food. Burn me, the food. It was more than we could take for ourselves from rations. This would’ve cost him a favour to someone. For me, why for me? Nobody in this warband cared for me. ‘Til now.

He’d done this for a purpose, something I’d misread from the beginning. Blood did not behave this way. But Ash did, for a price. I knew now. Burn me, I understood.

The shock of it forced me to confront what he’d done. Indirect, this was the language of Ash. A step back from the literal, the meaning that hid in the shadows of one’s actions.

And I’d blundered into his tent dressed head to toe in steel while he wore nothing but his intent. His intent I’d missed every single step of the way.

“You can go.” His nose twitched in annoyance.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. My thoughts were rushing. I wouldn’t give this up, no matter what it was. “Not a chance.” A smile filled my face. “‘Cuz I do think like Blood.”

Blood was physical, Blood was flexible. I’d learned those things passionately. He peered at me, I welcomed this. This I understood. I rose and unclasped my pauldrons, they crashed to the ground with a muted thud. Understanding filled his stare as his eyes prowled my body hungrily.

I was desperate for a connection, and if this was the connection I was being offered I would take it eagerly. The older charr’s hunger only grew as he watched me shed the steel that encased me. Piece by piece I discarded my armour, lust rose in his stare. He shuffled in his blanket and I could see the shape of his hard cock beneath the fabric.

Excitement buzzed in my fingertips. I hadn’t done anything of the sort since leaving my last warband, all those months ago. I wondered what kind of lovers Ash Legions produced as I shed the tunic that sheltered my chest from the icy kiss of frigid steel.

A soft growl rumbled out of him as he delighted in the firm, youthful musculature of my chest. Relief filled each of my breaths. There were no nerves, this was familiar territory to me. After I tugged off my greaves I went to strip from the loincloth that hid the rest of me, but he held up a paw.

“I had something in mind.” There was interest in his voice. My ears twitched, how badly did he want me? He reached for the bottle of brandy and took a hearty swig before tossing it to me. I threw back an ambitious mouthful of it, excitement nipped at my thoughts.

He raised a hand and rolled his wrist.

The world shifted, jagged pieces of reality fit together as an illusion covered the tent. The raucous jeering of a crowd filled my ears, I stood in an arena still stripped down to my loincloth. Burn me, it was The Slime Pits in Grothmar.

Atorius rose to his feet, no blanket covered him now. He bore a blade in one hand and his flesh in another, I licked my lips.

This was… I stared at the crowd, I knew it wasn’t real. But still it was there. Loud. Watching. My gaze drifted back to him, he hid nothing.

He was taller but less muscular than I. For an old mesmer he was stronger than I anticipated. The black fur of his coat softened to grey around his belly.

His cock poked out from his clenched paw, a flash of pink flesh amidst his dark fur. It was thick with an even thicker base. A knotted cock with a head like a bullet, his plump balls hung between his thighs.

I could smell his excitement on the wind. My heart was aflutter, my body reacted quickly. His blood was up, his heart was pounding. He lunged at me with his blade.

I backstepped, half expecting to find a weapon in my hand but I had none. The crowd erupted as he swung at my chest, he was slow. Like he wanted me to best him. I struggled to keep the grin from my face.

I ducked my head and charged. My horns caught his arm and tossed it aside, I dragged us to the floor and held his wrist to the ground. His free hand swiped at my side, claws shredded the rope that held my loincloth. My cock cast a shadow over his grey belly, I felt the warmth of his own flesh against my thighs. Longing flushed through me.

The crowd cheered and heat rose in my cheeks. No matter how aware I was that this was an illusion, it truly felt like hundreds of charr were watching us scramble naked about the dirt. My hold on him weakened for just a moment as I struggled to hold my composure. He threw me to the side. I stumbled back, he was far stronger than I expected.

Even dizzied by the crowd he shouldn’t have been able to push me around so easily. I stared him down, he was less built and getting on in his years. He was Ash. I’d been a weapon of the Blood Legion, there was no chance in hell he was stronger than me.

I grit my teeth, he wasn’t. But this was his illusion. He lunged forward, swiping with the blade, is cock bounced with each step. It was hypnotic.

Being thrust into combat had heightened my senses at first, but as I fended off each haphazard swing of his dagger I slowed more and more. My thoughts drifted as I became sluggish, he was strikingly attractive. Past his prime but fierce.

Hung.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his crotch as he approached me again with his dagger, the crowd’s roar ground my thoughts to a halt.

It was so obvious what he wanted, what he’d get. I shook my head in a bid to regain focus but all I could think of was him mounting me. Of my face in the dirt as he rode me. I wasn’t one to take and yet the thought still felt so normal to me.

Alarms clanged through my skull. Mesmer tricks. He swung at my head, I moved to grab his wrist. Too slow. The tip of his knife prodded at my throat, I froze. Would he kill me? What would happen to me outside of his illusion if he did?

I went limp, lax and available as he stepped into my guard and brazenly groped me. He grasped me by the hilt and stroked me. I groaned, my chest tense.

Truthfully, nothing had ever felt better in my entire life than the coarse press of his paw around my cock as he worked it. I shuddered, the sensation was far stronger than I expected.

He had control of what I saw. What I smelled. What I felt. This was what he’d tested me for last night. That I could handle this. That I wanted this, to submit to him my entire perception of reality.

Warmth spread from my cock to my belly. I liked that. The world was easier to understand when he controlled me. It felt good to lose this battle.

I moaned wildly as he jerked me to the edge of climax in only a handful of strokes, I was bewildered. Never before had I been pulled to that threshold so quickly. It felt so good but it could go no further. I wasn’t sure how I knew, I just did. That he’d only let me finish when he allowed it. My legs were shaking, pre coated his fingers.

“On your knees, soldier.” He spat the words.

The strength went out of me, I collapsed in the dirt at his feet. His cock was at eye-height as I gave fixed a pleading start upon it. He needn’t even suggest it, I wanted him. I craved him.

He grasped me by the muzzle. One hand cupped the bridge of my snout, the other clenched my lower jaw as he forced my mouth open. I was breathing heavy, tasting his masculinity in the air.

My tongue worked as I shuddered, I was salivating. He wore a guarded expression as he pulled me down onto him. He didn’t stop to let me adjust, to let me ease into it. He tugged me by the skull as he thrust his hips, his cock smeared across my tongue.

I moaned at the contact. He was silent as he moved his paw from my lower jaw to one of my horns. Pain stretched the hinge of my jaw as I welcomed the thick knot at the base of his cock. His head poked into my throat as I took him entirely in my muzzle.

Alarm flashed in my head as my body reacted in ways my mind no longer could. I wasn’t often the one in this position. I had before, mostly in my youth but in my past warband I’d more often been the one receiving this treatment.

He exhaled as he relaxed further into me. I gagged around his thick cock, he made a satisfied sound. Pleasure rolled through me in waves I couldn’t comprehend.

A loud shout burst from the crowd as they whooped in excitement. Embarrassment clashed against the desire in my head, and lost. I didn’t care, I couldn’t care. I could hardly comprehend if they were real or not anymore. They were real, my mind told me.

I accepted that. This was real. It was all real and it didn’t matter, my thoughts were warped around a need to please him.

The warm sensation of my mouth brought a moan from him, I stretched my jaws as I buried my nose in the grey fluff of his belly. He grabbed me by the horns and thrust into me.

I shuddered and gagged, warmth glowed in my belly as I gasped. Movement brushed the sensitive flesh of my cock, like I’d just past a ridge of something firmer. Like I was buried to the hilt in another charr. My eyes watered as his fat cock teased my throat but I felt it all, like our positions were reversed.

Like he knelt before me, it was all doubled into my body. The pleasure shocked me. I needed more. Needed him to feel more, I rocked my head into his thrusts.

His cock plowed against the back of my throat, I gagged on him and only felt the joy of it. I wanted more of him. I tackled him to the ground and forced his cock into the back of my throat as I moaned out loud.

He thrust his hips, I spluttered and jerked back and gasped for air. My face was a sticky mess of my own spit, he grinned. I was back on him in an instant. I pushed him into me even as I gasped for air around his hefty cock. The pleasure of my own actions roiled in my chest.

It was unnatural for me to want this so badly but he made me feel too good to want anything else. It made me rabid, I tried to lick his balls with every inward thrust and was rewarded with the shivery sensation of a charr’s tongue across my sack.

His balls smacked against my chin, I felt the impact too like I was dominating him. He only made me want it more.

A thought emerged inside me - I was a slave to his cock. Strange, how one can recognise they didn’t produce a thought yet still believe it entirely. I forced him into the back of my throat and growled as he pumped at my face. His knot stretched my jaws painfully, but I welcomed it.

I was so overwhelmed. Pre oozed from my cock as the crowd roared in excitement, There was too much energy in the air. From danger to pleasure the thrill of it made me far too eager.

I rose up on my knees and squeezed my dick. Were he not denying me my orgasm I would’ve finished right there. Instead I gathered all the precum I’d been dripping in a paw.

He wanted to fuck me. Burn me, I knew that in some intrinsic way like it was a truth of the world. It was a command in his illusion, a core rule of the reality he’d shaped. He would fuck me. He had to fuck me. So I would make it easy for him, I slathered my hole with my own pre.

He snickered, the sound like footsteps on gravel, my tail flicked to the side as I turned. I stretched forward, hips poised to present myself to him. He didn’t lay a finger on me but I felt warmth lurch through the crease of my ass and circle my hole.

I shook, breathless as the sensation made my soul flutter. I’d had my share of sexual conquest before but I’d sworn off this role entirely. But this feeling eclipsed anything I’d done before. Pleasure swarmed my thoughts. My vision sparked and I struggled to keep my eyes open.

My chin struck the dirt and my hands reached back to spread my ass for him. The crowd roared as he knelt behind me. With a wet slap he shoved his cock between my cheeks.

My jaw stretched in a silent shout as all the pleasure within me ignited, he growled as he rubbed himself along my crack. His claws pricked my lower back as he grasped my fur.

“Relax soldier,” he cooed. The words branded themselves on the inside of my skull. I eased forward, exhaling. His tip poked my hole.

My eyes opened wide as I stared at the sky and pleaded inwardly for more, the phantom sensation of my own body surrounded my cock. I was tight, he jabbed the tip in.

Pain and pleasure coiled around each other as I howled. He leant over me, his hand grasped my neck. He licked my face and thrust into me, the motion forced a growl from deep within.

Pleasure drowned the pain, it was good to feel what he felt. It reinforced my usefulness to him. His arm shifted around my head as he pulled me into a firm headlock.

I heaved a breath as he started humping into me, each consecutive thrust aimed a little deeper. I came to know two things immediately. Whether they were thoughts he pushed inside my mind, or something I recognised on my own I wasn’t sure.

The first was that he liked the way I hurt. The second, was that he was going to knot my ass any time he wanted me.

I whimpered like I’d lost my first fight in the fahrar. His cock throbbed within me and sent a wave of painful pleasure thundering through me.

He tightened his forearm across my bared throat, it caught me off guard. I startled and thrashed, desperately trying to raise my arms for purchase against his. His elbow bent and the muscles of his forearm tensed as he closed the headlock.

This was more than an act of dominance. As his arm closed on my windpipe, I gasped and failed to draw in air. The headlock was no threat, it was real. He snarled in my ear as I squirmed against him. His hips slammed into me as his thrusts grew more forceful.

My vision speckled as I felt the top of his knot tease my hole. The fight went out of me, he was going to breed me whatever way he wanted. I started to slump, my body loosened and he only thrust harder into me. The iron-jaw clamp of his arm around my neck never weakened.

I convulsed as my sight dampened further. All I could smell was the dust of the arena, the roaring of the crowd was drowned out by the pounding of my own heart in my ears. But all I could feel was his thick cock cramming deeper into me, the sensation of my own body warmed my own cock and left me oozing in pleasure.

I scrunched my eyes shut and submitted to the darkness, but I didn’t pass out. He held me there, on the grim edges of consciousness where the physicality of what he did to me was all I knew. I had never submitted so completely, never envisioned myself capable of such a thing.

I couldn’t breathe, but I welcomed it, I needed nothing but the double-barrel pleasure that had me convulsing under him. He pounded me into the dirt without abandon, and I welcomed it breathlessly. Nothing had ever felt so incredible.

His thrusting grew violent as I loosened under the rapid passage of his cock. His jagged thrusts speared into me until the top of his knot bruised my hole with each stab. He released me from the headlock. I writhed forward, away from the source of the overwhelming sensation and heaved in a breath as I crawled to my knees, he rose with me.

My eyes flung open and the sunlight burned my eyes. The crowd was in a frenzy, countless charr whooped and cheered as Atorius advanced back on me.

I arched my back, my arms stretched forward, my head low. I raised my ass back towards him and he snatched my tail before he slid his cock right back into me. I whimpered as he yanked me back by the tail onto him.

He was still as my cheeks rest against his knot. I knew what he intended. The realisation sent such a thrill through me I oozed pre. I wanted him to tie me more than I wanted breath. I had come to miss the clench of his arm around my throat, that thought shamed me. I knew I was a warrior but he’d made me craven for something else.

I rocked my body against his hips, moaning from the dual-pleasure of being penetrated yet feeling myself penetrating. I forced myself firmer down on his knot, it was what we both wanted.

He laughed. “Such a good soldier.” Shame burned my cheeks but I didn’t stop. He lay over me, his chest to my back. His hand wrenched my tail by his side. His nose was warm as he nuzzled my neck at first. He prodded me with his snout, feeling for the place I tensed hardest.

He found it. With no warning, his teeth sunk into my shoulder. I howled but made my body looser. More feeble. I was his in a way I’d never been anyone’s before. This went beyond loyalty to Legion. This went beyond the comradery of a warband. This was absolute.

Ownership, total fealty to one. To him.

He thrust the final distance into me. His knot pressed cruel against my hole and I howled once more as he stretched me. The shared pleasure he fed me now twisted with the cold edge of pain.

I knew a moment of desperate squirming, as I tried to force him deeper inside of me to put an edge to the pain. But he held himself steady at that point where his knot was widest. It burned to let him, but no piece of me felt able to retaliate.

He refreshed his clamping bite on my shoulder, his teeth sunk anew into my flesh and he moaned as he tied me. His hips nudged forward and his knot was buried inside me, the thinner root of his cock brought relief as the cruel pain faded.

Fullness rumbled pleasure through me. I’d never been tied before. Never would’ve let someone dominate me so. The iron clamp of his jaws eased. A sob escaped me but he bundled me in his arms as we sunk to the floor of the arena.

I could feel his cock throbbing deep within me. The mirrored pleasure strengthened, I gasped and moaned and found myself bucking wildly. My hips slapped against his, it pulled him with me. We were locked together but the motion sent wave after wave of pleasure thrumming through us.

Through the roaring of blood in my head, I became dimly aware of the thunderous applause of the crowd around us. They had seen me bested by an older charr. Seen me, a Blood soldier stripped nude, taken and knotted by Ash.

I knew my dignity couldn’t stand it, but I could feel the warm glow of triumph that echoed from Atorius as he purred against my back. The rumbling made me quiver and gasp. It was too much.

My cock strained for release. A few drops of pre shot from my tip, but that was all. I knew I would’ve finished then had his magic let me. “You can finish when I’m done with you,” he growled in my ear as he started slamming his hips against my ass. His cock hardly had room to move but each thrust left me convulsing. I drooled into the dirt and he smeared mud across my face as he fucked his obedient soldier.

My body was limp in his hold as I was moulded by his pleasure. He shoved me over on my belly and crawled on top of me. His arms found my wrists as he held them above my head, his claws dug sharply into me.

He exhaled in pleasure as he thrust into me from above. He pulled back with enough force to raise my hips from the ground and when he pushed forward, I slapped painfully against the floor of the arena.

My head was swimming as I stared into the faces of the crowd. They were out of their seats and cheering as I drowned in pleasure under him. My thoughts became warm and mushy, sense had left my mind entirely. All I knew how to be was passive and loose as he took whatever he wanted from my body.

All I knew was that anything he did brought me intense pleasure, and that was all I wished for.

As soon as I had the thought, he ripped himself out of me in a moment of pain that made my vision waver. He stood proud over me and I knew exactly what he wanted, he’d made no attempt to hide the fact he’d planted the thought in my head.

I turned on my knees and crawled up to him. I licked his cock in broad strokes, eagerness burnt my thoughts to a crisp. I nuzzled his balls as I lapped at him.

He shuddered as he forced his cock back into my mouth. I opened wide and worked my way down his thick cock. I had to stretch my jaws painfully just to fit his knot. He couldn’t fit without my fangs pressing slightly against it. I felt their impression on my own cock.

The pleasure was too much, I could feel him tense in all the ways I was tensing. A cheer erupted from the crowd once more. I shuddered and he groaned out loud. His cum burst across my tongue as pleasure surged through me. He blasted a load in triplicate as each spurt filled my mouth and made a mess of my face.

I felt dazzled by the intensity of the pleasure. But there was a block of frustration weighing on me. My cock twitched and throbbed but nothing more could happen, he denied my body the same release.

My heart slammed in my chest, I gulped his cum. The orgasm pounded through me in waves, but it wasn’t mine. I rocked back on my heels, my cock tingled. It buzzed and twitched but I couldn’t finish. Something blocked the sensations from escalating.

He grabbed me by the horns. “Are you my outlet, soldier?” He stared down at me.

I nodded between gasps. I felt like I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted to grasp myself in a hand and jerk it until I shot across the arena. But I couldn’t.

“Answer me.” He bashed a hand across my muzzle. Precum spurted from my cock as he inched me closer to the finish line. “Are you mine?”

“Yes sir.”

He clicked his fingers and like a dam bursting, pleasure flooded through me. I howled as I flung myself to the floor, my hips thrust wildly at the air. Cum splatted against my face. A second spurt landed on my chest. The sensation blinded me. I rolled about the dusty floor of the arena, whimpering.

The most intense orgasm of my life thundered through my body and left me numb to anything but the pleasure. The crowd whooped and cheered, my cock throbbed as I shot a final spurt.

In the overwhelming warmth of the afterglow, one thought raced through my head. I was glad all of those charr in the stands had seen me treated so. Atorius snickered as he knelt beside me.

He traced a sharp claw around my asshole. I quivered in the dirt and moaned. “Such a good soldier,” his voice came as a deep purr. I shuddered as I rose on shaky arms, my ass raised high. I wanted to beg him to fuck me again.

To make me feel the same as I had.

“Another time, pet.”

He slapped me hard on the rump, I collapsed sideways against him and the illusion shattered.

We were back in his tent, I lay panting in his arms. Elation pounded in my skull. He nipped one of my ears and purred, the sound rumbled through me like rattling gravel.

“You are my plaything.” He knocked our horns together. “And they’ll all know now, but maybe you like that.”

I could only nod. I was dazed. It took me minutes to realise he meant our warband, not his illusory voyeurs. All I could think of was pleasing him, of pleasing myself by pleasing him. I was always an obedient soldier, but this was something else.

It took time to gather my senses, to recover from all he’d put me through. He lay at my back, hand on my belly as he stroked my fur. I’d submitted to him and that felt incredible. But there was something more. An inroads with the warband, with someone. A connection.

Realisation crashed heavy through my skull, I’d heard the language of the Ash Legion and now I knew what to read into. Knew what to change. How to change.

Atorius had shown me, all it had taken was his interest. This was so much more than finding someone to fuck. It felt like he’d dragged me into my future. A grin tugged at my lips, all because he was horny for me.

I’d indulge him, of course I would. I was grateful, it was fun. It was like taking a blade to my loneliness and hacking it to shreds. He could use me for anything in any way. I wanted that so badly.

Catharsis blazed in my heart. I had so much to think about, so much to change.

Burn me, there were ways I could reach out to others in the warband. Ways they might actually respond to. I wanted that, craved that.

I rolled in Atorius’s arms and hugged him ‘til he coughed and pushed me away. He stared at me, perturbed by the affection. “Need I train you out of your worst impulses?”

I nodded.

He grimaced at first, but his expression softened. “Suppose I will.” He cleared his throat. “And I suppose I’ll enjoy that too, though you’ll never hear that from me again.” He toyed with my ears. “Clean up. Get dressed. I can hide you long enough for you to get back to your tent.” He handed me the nearly empty bottle of brandy. “Pour this on you to hide my scent. Wash yourself an hour after sunrise. I will visit you when I want you.”

I nodded. “You said they’d know anyways.”

He snorted. “Always keep up appearances. Stops them being sure they’ve figured you out.”

“Is that something I should be worried about?”

He winced. “That’s something you should fear more than anything else, because some of them will use you for anything if you let them. Climbing Ash ranks mightn’t seem as bloody as you’d expect but I can assure you it’s worse than Blood. You’ve so much more than violence to worry about here.”

It was a little chilling but I nodded. “Thank you.”

He sighed. “I would consider myself one of them.”

I stared into his eyes and shook my head. “You remind me of a centurion who’d grown too long in the fang without realising. You’ve dreams you’ll never reach but an ego that reckons with the possibilities.” I picked myself off of the floor. “Else you’d be doing more than fucking the new recruit.”

He glowered. “I hope you remember you said that when I make you regret it.”

The threat was so blatant it almost caught me off guard. But that was proof he didn’t mean it. The shadow of his action was that he was projecting. Trying to caution me off of holding that belief, I almost opened my mouth to rub his nose in it but decided against it. I didn’t want to make an enemy of him now.

I felt wise in that moment for realising that.

He cast me a strange look. “Perhaps I underestimated how stupid you really are.” He’d read my thoughts so effortlessly. A shiver passed through me, understanding came with it. He could invent his own worlds to teach me any lesson he needed me to learn.

“You watch your back Okus, because now you’re one of mine.”

“Understood.” I scratched my chin. “I’ll do as I’m told and watch for knives in my back, save the dagger you sheath under my tail.”

“That’s better.” He snorted. “But it’s far bigger than a dagger.”

I nodded firmly at that, as the elation faded I became increasingly aware of the pains he’d left on my body.

I kitted up, I was a soldier again but when I snuck out of his tent under the cover of his magic it was like I’d emerged into a different world. I was one of them, invisible and shouldering a secret. I could do this, I could be like them.

Every interaction I’d had with the rest of the warband was now something to speculate over. They’d said little to me and avoided me in most ways.

But some of them enjoyed giving me jobs. I figured that was their duty but now I was less certain. Burn me, half a dozen of those jobs were likely tests in and of themselves. Like the way rations were distributed always seemed odd to me. I had the opportunity to take more, to steal from the warband. Something which could’ve gotten me killed when I was Blood but here it almost seemed encouraged.

I slipped into my tent, Atorius’s spell vanished from me.

I clenched a fist as I trembled with glee.

I would find my place here, no matter what it made me.