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[A Tale From Ehy:diA]

Beckoning Glimmers

“Go dungeon delving, they say. It’s easy and profitable, they say. Easy, my ass.” The mutt flinched as another bolt slammed into his cover. Cautiously, he peeked out from it. He fell back with a yelp as a claw swiped for his throat. The creature dived after him, impaling itself on his spear. The canid grunted as he kicked the beast away. He cursed under his breath, wiping the blood off of the spearhead after a stab to its head. It had been days since he began exploring this dungeon. It had been a year since he got into the business. And the narrow brushes with death were taking a toll.

With a sigh, he continued forward after adjusting his backpack. Wary of traps, his eyes and ears scanned the dark catacomb. The labyrinth’s age eluded him. The murals on the walls showed things older than he remembered from his late-night readings. And from the looks of it, he was either the first or one of the few to delve into this one. It was an exciting prospect at the start. Now, he wished he had brought a few friends over.

Rudo grunted, his buckler strained against the claws, keeping the other two beasts at bay, and he slapped the closest maw away with the weapon’s heel. The bird-like reptiles skittered about, their intent of circling the prey halted by the mutt. Quick jabs, slashes, and slams kept the beast centered in front of him. The reach was working in his favor. Gods, he loved his spear. With a downwards flick and a heel kick, the spearhead slipped under a beast’s maw and bit into its throat. A quick twist and a violent pull ripped the neck open.

The mutt yelped as he got tackled to the ground. Barely saving his muzzle from talons with his buckler, he reached for a dagger. With frantic jabs into the beast’s neck, he rolled. And the canid narrowly escaped the maw after his throat. But he didn’t escape the thick tail smacking his chest. Down he went again, his blade clattering across the floor. Burning hot pain exploded from his leg as the beast clamped down on it. The room blurred, his vision darkened, and his breath left him as his back met the wall.

Gasping for air, Rudo scrambled to his feet and into a shield bash. The bird-like reptile screeched with a dislocated jaw. The canid drew his second dagger. Over and over, the blade met its side until the beast stopped breathing. The mutt fell to his knees sluggishly afterward. Grasping his wounded leg, he breathed in relief when he saw the other one had bled to its demise. He really should’ve brought a few friends.

A quick cleaning and field dressing later. He turned his daggers and their sheaths into a brace for his calf. He assessed and carved his new bounties. It yielded him the beasts’ fangs, claws, and parts of their plumage. He hobbled back towards the entrance. He wasn’t going to test his luck after that close call. It was a good thing he marked the paths he took. He turned a corner with a grunt, chewing on a herb to numb the pain.

Rudo didn’t see the marker disappear behind him.

The mutt took his time, distributing weight between his uninjured leg and spear. The herb helped, but fuck it still stung like a bitch. He muttered curses. And a breeze caressed his alert ears. Huh, he must’ve circled back closer to the entrance. The canine faltered when his eyes met a mural at the next corner. He didn’t remember seeing that. Hell, he didn’t remember the room’s structure as well. Circular in shape, torches adorned the walls as broken pillars held the roof up. The runes swirled and curved elegantly on the mural. He turned, only to stop when a soft glimmer caught his eyes. The warm torchlight shimmered atop the podium. A gem? He thought with a frown. It would likely get a decent earning. But he was already hurt.

And who knows what was in there?

He weighed the pros and cons.

He chewed on his lips.

And his curiosity won.

He limped forward, cautiously tapping in front with his spear to avoid surprises. Slowly, cautiously, he got closer. The glimmer came from a gem embedded into a stone tablet. No, a tome of sorts. Old, ancient even, with its leatherbound withered by time. Impressively thick with fraying pages, it sat comfortably atop. The glimmer caught his eyes again. He couldn’t resist the urge to flip it open gently. The writings were gibberish. His mind barely registered the dried penmanship, but a word repeated a few on the page. A rub to his eyes made the name stand out even more. With a frown, he flipped the page. More of the same word appeared. He flipped through more, the same result. The mutt made to close the tome. And subsequently cut his palm against the ancient pages.

“Son of a,” Rudo grunted, clutching his paw. Frowning at the deep cut, he missed the mural’s eloquent runes dancing into the floor. Nor did he notice the bright glow from the gem. A soft tune whistled from the tome. The canid turned towards it as the glimmer intensified. His eyes went wide as sparks ignited from it.

Curiosity killed the cat.

The chamber shook as a shockwave ruptured the tome. Rudo gasped after greeting the floor. Searing needles crawled through his body from the bite wound. The air felt heavier than before as he glanced for his spear. Not finding it, he reached for his daggers. An intense weight settled on the canine before something grasped his wrists. Tendrils, he squirmed to break free and choked when he saw it.

A writhing heap of ever-shifting mass stared back at him with far too many eyes. His vision darkened alongside a splitting headache. He tasted iron on his lips before he forced himself to gaze back again. Now vaguely canine, it leaned closer. With a jaw with far too many fangs and tongues, it licked him. It went from his chest to his collarbones, towards his neck, and to his ear tip. It was slow, eager, hungry, and needy. His gambeson began to melt.

Rudo squirmed even more, trying to dislodge himself from that thing. “Let go, you bastard!” A choked sob escaped from him when he felt a tendril coil at his wounded foot. He snarled as tears well up from the pain. The grip loosened, turning gentle, soothing even. His ears perked at the sound it was making. Was that purring? His nose twitched as a new scent joined in. Sweet, fresh, and citrus-like. Almost like his favorite blossoms. He cracked an eye after he felt a nudge.

The same glimmer from the gem shined across it. The purring grew louder as he couldn’t resist opening both eyes. The harsh ground began to fade, his quivering body grew lax, and his struggles slowed as the creature leaned close again. “What the fuck are you,” Rudo grunted. The now more-canid-than-before pressed its lips against his. And a wave of heat washed over him.

Its tongues felt too familiar, too canine, and the mutt groaned as they gently slipped past his fangs. Spicy with a sweet undertone, his struggles grew weaker. His hazy mind felt paws caressing him. They cradled his injured leg with soothing caresses and massages until it grew numb and well. He hummed as they ripped his clothes off, and eager paws roamed his athletic form. Tracing patterns along his fur, a few quested around his chest. He twitched when they rubbed his nipples. And that eager tongue traced his fangs when he gasped.

Rudo squirmed as sweet nothings greeted his ears alongside playful licks and nibbles. They trailed down to his chin, then to his neck, and down to his thighs. Tantalizingly brushing against his sheath, he arched his back when he felt tongues and digits tease his tailhole. The mutt suckled on the beast’s tongue as he stared into those gorgeous eyes. A nudge, a groan, and he felt a maw pursed around his tip. Too many tongues swirled around his erecting member. It felt too good. The canine groaned with a thrust. And a tongue pushed past his rim, swirling eagerly along his walls. He almost mewled, spreading his legs wider. Its hips settled between them with a pleased gyration. That big, delicious cock weighed against his.

“Please don’t stop,” Rudo whimpered after the kiss. He pushed back against the bigger male’s gyrations. It purred, pulled him closer, and sank itself into him. The mutt groaned between whimpers. The stretch felt good alongside the pangs of pain. He throbbed in that maw and mewled when he felt a rump envelop his cock as well. The paws returned, alongside the whispers, the tongues, the kisses. And fuck him, he was getting spoiled.

The beast growled into his ears. Its length throbbed with need against his depths. The claws on his hips dug wonderfully into him. Its gyrations felt restrained, but the roughness behind them felt so fucking good. And on it went, rolling that delicious length into him. Rudo lost track of time. All his mind focused on were that shaft, that strange maw and rump around his cock, and the pampering he got. It held him close, so he did the same. With a slight adjustment, the mutt saw white. His back arched with a loud howl. His hips quivered and clenched around the beast as he emptied himself. That needy tongue returned to his maw during his gasping mewls.

Rudo clung to the beast. Being fucked and fucking it, the mutt surrendered to the pleasure. The numb, aching bliss settled into his bones. He lost count of how many times he erupted. But he remembered when the beast bit his neck possessively. Those restrained thrusts grew frantic as a knot knocked against him. That last thrust was a painful stretch. What followed was shuddering bliss as the beast flooded him with gushing warmth. He vaguely recalled the male humping and riding him into the floor. It growled into his ears as its fangs claimed his flesh.

Say my name, it whispered.

He howled it.

Rudo groaned, nuzzling into the velvet blanket. Pleasant needles greeted him with every movement. His sheath, balls, and rear ached from getting pampered so thoroughly. He itched from all the hickeys left behind, and his paw rubbed at the bite on his shoulder. Fuck, he wanted more.

“Careful what you wish for,” a voice cooed. A pair of paws rubbed Rudo’s front and cupped his sheath lovingly. A muzzle dipped against his nape as a sheath pressed against his hips. The mutt growled as he leaned back. And his eyes sprung open as memories of the previous night came flooding back. He recalled everything. The mutt staggered to his feet, whipping around at the amused chuckle. He gaped at the sight.

The male was lying on his side with a paw propping his head, a replica of Rudo himself. It was uncanny if not for the shifting features and the glimmer in his eyes. He whistled as he scanned the mutt’s athletic body, his eyes lingering on the male’s sheath and balls. “Still got some energy left, I see.” The low purr sent shivers down Rudo’s spine.

“Who are you?” Rudo asked the obvious, even when he knew the answer. Not-him rolled his eyes as he stood up as well. The mutt, noticing his healed leg, took note of the chamber. Or what was left of it? Partially collapsed, water gushed from some holes in the roof. However, they bubbled and floated about after hitting the floor alongside random debris. They pivoted around the other canine visibly.

“Oh, come now. We’re already so well acquainted.” Rudo flinched when a muzzle nuzzled his ear. The replica stood behind him, and he couldn’t (didn’t) want to move. The paws came around, caressing the itch at his neck while the other traveled down to trace patterns near his sheath. “You look quite fetching with my mark on you.”

“Your mark?” Rudo blinked, and a bubble froze into a perfect mirror before him. The replica sported a pleased smirk as his digits followed the intricate patterns around the bite mark. The mutt could see a similar pattern on his replica as well. He shivered as a finger swirled around his holster and a sheath pressed against his rear. Rudo gulped, having heard of mages forming Pacts and Contracts with other beings. And it appeared he made one as well. Splendid.

“Say my name,” The replica purred.

Rudo grimaced. A dull ache throbbed across his temples as he forced his tongue. “Gedaliah?”

Gedaliah frowned, his whiskers twitching in disappointment. “Close enough,” He sighed nonchalantly. Rudo frowned, turning to face his replica. And Gedaliah’s brows rose as the mutt captured his lips. Pleased hums came from him as he leaned into it. The mutt growled lowly. It was probably the mark’s doing. He’d think about it later.

“Anything I need to keep track of for this Pact?” He asked. Gedalilah nuzzled into the mark.

“Nothing harmful, I assure you. I’ve been here in this forsaken chamber for eons. I’m not going to waste a chance like this.” Truthfully, by his body’s clock. Gedalilah’d only been for around a few centuries. His new bond didn’t need to know that yet.

“Small request, don’t look like that.” Rudo glared at the pouting replica. Until the male before him became a golden jackal in a blink

“Better?” The jackal asked. The mutt answered with another kiss. There weren’t any complaints from his new pact bond. The jackal merely moaned and drew him closer. And closer until he got pinned against the floor. He mewled when Rudo bit his neck and sank his shaft in.