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Unshackled Shadows

Will they be free from The Greater Will?

“Thou approacheth Destined Death. But I do not smell greed. Who art thou?”

The voice was eerie, calm compared to the distant howling wind and the tempest devouring the temple. Its song ran through the corridors, filling them with howls that could be comparable to a death cry.

Yet, it was but a faint noise compared to the regular steps that approached. A cloaked figure approached, the hands hidden, and then… One hand, clawed, covered with gray fur, reached for the cloak.

A familiar face. A crooked face due to old wounds, a nose that wasn’t entirely aligned with the head. A muzzle with a few canines sprouting out. Scars all under the gray fur. And two clear mauve eyes that relaxed at the sight.

Even the canine ears fluttered as a smile appeared on his face.

“It is me, Blaidd. Do you remember me?” he asked, genuinely.

“I… Remember thou. But why hast thou come to this ruined place? Hast thine blade felled mine helpers?”

“They…” Blaidd stopped then laughed nervously, scratching his muzzle. “They did not heed my words. I assured them I came for an old promise.”

“This… Is concerning.”

“Wait.”

Before more could be said, Blaidd searched in his cloak. A growl replied to this. Similarly to a clutched weapon covered with dry blood. But that grip eased when something other than a blade was produced from the depths of the cloak.

Two vials, their smell indeed strong. They reeked of death, but not only. Saliva dripped from an open mouth before a hand wiped the white-furred chin.

“What broughest thou?”

“A gift. From a friend,” said Blaidd, smiling as he took another step despite the growl. “I remember your words and your promise. About the Two Fingers.”

“It were but a wandering discourse. Thou hast no need to heed mine words.”

“Even if they are true?”

Finally. A white-furred hand reached for the cloak.

The clergyman, the Beastman, finally yielded to the lie as he yanked the cloak away to reveal his true nature. Black metal appeared under the linen… The cloaked face was now covered by a steel helmet cinched around the canine head. Maliketh’s elongated body appeared. His fur was matted, and yet he held himself in a grand stature on his feet as he planted his longsword in the floor.

His eyes gleamed under the metal, observing as Blaidd approached, holding one vial out.

“Friend. You might have thought this was but a rambling. But I truly wish… I almost went against dear Ranni because of them. It is only thanks to the Tarnished that I could get this.”

“Death. I smell it,” mumbled Maliketh, his fingers reaching for the vial.

It was not like any vial. It was round, lined up with gold. The crystal serving as a cork was refined, similarly to the smell that came forth once he removed it.

Death… “Something else.”

“Unalloyed gold. Something my friend found that has an adverse effect on… The Two Fingers.”

“Were it so? Would it be the key were so facile?”

“And not.”

Maliketh growled, eyeing Blaidd. He recoiled, huffed, and corked the vial as if it were poison. But Blaidd laughed and shook his head, approaching with one hand before he placed it on Maliketh’s armored belly, pressing against it.

“It comes with a price, I was told. That… For the freedom, our future would be taken.”

“Servitude? Hast thou cometh here to subject me?”

“No. Not at all,” replied Blaidd, calm as before. Then he stopped. And… scratched his neck. “My friend told me it was a different kind of future.”

“Elaborate.”

Blaidd’s hand moved from the plate armor, only for it to be raised… And then, the index finger pointed down.

Maliketh’s eyes followed, his elongated body twisting as he glanced beyond the belly and right to where… His codpiece was.

“Oh.”

“Yes,” said Blaidd. “It is such.”

For a moment, Maliketh remained stunned, then he turned to Blaidd. At his hand. At the other vial.

“Hast thou not consumed thine poison?”

Blaidd’s ears dropped at the question, his tiptoeing almost a sign of culpability, though Maliketh’s hand did not inch closer to his blade.

“I would not… Dare to take this alone.”

Maliketh’s eyes opened wider. Even his ears twitched as he heard the admission of fear. He almost chuckled, one hand reaching for his muzzle.

“Thou art a most lovesome pup, Blaidd.”

Blaidd’s shuffling stopped. His ears dropped, then they stood up. His face, covered in fur, was almost going redder, and his hands hid behind him as if they were wrangling.

“Is… That true?”

“Verily. This be my truth.”

Blaidd would have had a wagging tail. If he had any. But his eyes gleamed with joy, and his mouth dropped before a stroking finger collected his jaw.

“Come. Pup.”

An order. Or a request.

Either way, Blaidd’s steps were almost bound while Maliketh led him deeper. Though the crumbling Temple had little place, there were a few holes in which Maliketh could hide and recover.

Such abodes, or lairs, were few and far between. The smell of the Shadowbound Beast hung around. But it was not as raw as one could imagine, as Maliketh removed his helmet and put it on a pedestal, admiring what could have been the quarters of a prime priest.

Aged purple fabric covered a wide bed, almost fitting for both. A canopy was right above, though most of the fabric was tattered, much like the mats and runners all around.

But in one corner of a room, a bath was still filled with warm and steamy water that came from a place that ought not to be. Perfect for a bath, if not for one side of the room opening onto the howling void.

The abyss itself was quite close and would soon devour that precious room. But it mattered little as Maliketh doffed the armor he’d been wearing. The metal itself, worn for so long, had left marks on the flesh. But as the metal dropped, clamoring, came a sensation of liberty from the Shadowbound Beast.

Maliketh’s back arched in angles that the armor restrained before. He twisted his wrists in ways the gauntlet limited him to. It was the same case for his neck, unrestrained. Or his paws as he stretched the claws while stretching his hamstrings. And then… Maliketh sighed, his glossy white eyes meeting Blaidd’s.

The Shadowbound Beast had had the intelligence to set the vials aside, and now, much like Maliketh, he was stripping.

The furry cloak was doffed, then the gloves covering his scarred hands. Then the bracers. Each layer was carefully removed and set aside with care that made Maliketh’s mind wander for a moment before he noted the shame as the pup was watched.

“Doth not fret, pup. Merily, I admire thine body,” said Maliketh, his voice soft.

And perhaps that was what Blaidd needed because his ears straightened, and finally, he stopped hiding away. His body, thin by limitation, had some skin dangling from the arms and legs. However, he was rather muscular, if dry.

And the scars. They ran over the torso, the legs, the arms. So many had he earned.

“Thine task hast taken its toll,” said Maliketh.

No, he commented as he extended one hand, just as scar-covered, towards Blaidd’s exposed chest. On the fluff that covered it, on the thin fur patches that marked where he had been healed and where he had not been healed.

“I… My duty is to Ranni,” mumbled Blaidd, before his ears dropped.

“Is that the cause thou consent to be unshackled?”

“It… Is not. I do not want to hurt Ranni. But… Whenever I see her, my blood...”

“Thine blood is troubled by the Two Fingers,” nodded Maliketh.

Then… In a way that made his body tense, his fur puffed up… And his own blood required blood… Maliketh leaned to kiss Blaidd’s forehead.

Then, it was Blaidd’s hand stroking Maliketh’s chin. The fingers twitched, driven by an anger that wasn’t theirs. By a hunger for destruction that belonged to someone else. Yet, they controlled it despite the snarls and the growls until their lips met, but only.

“The Greater Will doth not approve.”

“It makes me feel ill. If it weren’t for the Tarnished. I…” Blaidd’s ears dropped in shame. “I never knew someone could feel as restrained as I am.”

“We art shackled. Akin in our blood.”

“Yes,” replied Blaidd, his voice softer, before his lips went to get a taste. For them to kiss again, for the blood and foul flesh met with the softness of a tongue that lapped, licked, coiled, and danced.

Fingers ran along the shoulders or the elbows, holding them… Steadying them despite the snarls and the desires that would have them wrought pain.

Then… Grounded, they stepped into the bath, the hot water welcoming them.

Sure enough, the dirt surfaced and surrounded them before the running water took it away in one canalization.

The two remained there as Maliketh grabbed one jar at the edge of the bath. With one pointed chin and the other hand raised, he instructed Blaidd to offer his hands… Before he poured that purple liquid, almost syrupy, into his fellow’s palms.

And he did the same for himself.

“What is this?”

“Soap. Produceth by the ancients.”

“Oh.”

Blaidd’s curiosity couldn’t have been struck more as he applied it onto his chest and then… happily rubbed it before Maliketh showed him how to water their fur, to drench it, before rubbing it.

In return, the soap turned a darker shade. The sweat, the dirt, all the grime that had been sticking to their fur was getting away. Slowly, steadily. And Blaidd growled in delight, his eyes closing.

So did Maliketh, happily remembering how it was before. When he had someone to care for him. To scratch him on the lower back…

Just like how Blaidd was doing at that moment, eliciting a few rumblings from Maliketh.

“What dost thou?” asked Maliketh, surprised.

“I figure it is hard for you to scratch it. It is the same for me,” said Blaidd, going right above Maliketh’s tail. Tail that wagged.

Then, with Maliketh’s help, Blaidd had more soap applied in that spot he began to scratch and rub, despite his claws acting out. Each time, he stopped before the blood, though it left bruises and red spots, to remove the grime that might have stuck to Maliketh’s white fur.

Steadily, their true colors appeared. White for Maliketh, and a deep gray-blue for Blaidd. Two colors that were almost contrasting yet resplendent on their forms. At the same time, scars appeared that might have been hidden under the dust.

More spots. More marks. More places where old wounds had been inflicted. Scars Blaidd traced, now that he was sitting behind Maliketh, using both arms to clean that back.

“How did you earn that mark?” he asked, circling a spot.

“Spears. Or arrows,” replied Maliketh, prosaic.

“That one?”

“A fool cameth to cut me down. I cut him before,” said Maliketh, chuckling.

Maliketh’s voice relaxed, his mind somehow at ease despite the blood urging him to kill and murder. Though they were aligned to two different empyreans, they shared a kinship with no other.

It was why… Why Blaidd came to him at first. He came with the name of Gurrang at that time, devouring the same death that was now gnawing at his guts. An appetite that would, perhaps, be solved once cut from the two fingers and the order to retake death for Marika’s sake.

Still, that hunger was almost an afterthought as Maliketh rumbled, raising his head and fighting so his tail wouldn’t smack Blaidd or his legs wouldn’t break the bath’s edge.

Meanwhile, more was asked.

Stories for long before Blaidd was a pup. Stories from an age of mettle and battle beyond what had befell the Lands Between. Then… As the scratching and scrubbing of Maliketh’s back came to an end… Maliketh indulged Blaidd and allowed him to clean his arms, his legs… To have him pour soap until the fur looked almost pristine.

“You need more care than I. It has been so long since someone took care of you. We had servants with Ranni,” said Blaidd, his voice genuine.

“Thou art right.”

Malika cared little about him. And none of the Beastmen who had been elected to defend the temple had the dexterity to handle cleaning.

In fact, if it weren’t for Blaidd and the offer, it would have been absurd for Maliketh to clean himself. And in a way, it was welcomed as he appreciated the scrubbing under the arms, along his elongated sides… And even down under the thigh. Enough for… Blood to rush through and a primal desire to arouse.

Natural. Expect. And pink, elicited by the constant contact.

Maliketh had cared so little for this that he didn’t notice it happened before he heard a yelp from Blaidd. And sure enough, the blushing Pup acted as if nothing had happened. However, his own body was betraying him.

And in that, they were similar, if different in size.

Their genitals were fashioned in a canine way, with testicles held in a fuzzy pouch. Dark gray or white, they were almost equivalent in the way they looked at their bodies. Though Maliketh was bigger, they were proportionate. And so were Blaidd’s.

And so were their cocks as they arose from the sheaths, the pink colors protruding from the waters until the elongated tip pointed up and proud, like spires against the distant tempest.

Dripping with fluids, bearing a masculine, if bestial musk. And whose statures were almost tempting to anyone who might ignore their nature.

Finally, Maliketh humored his curiosity as his hands rushed to meet Blaidd’s fur, damp and sticking down. He looked so frail, so thin as Maliketh’s clawed fingers brushed his chest, his pectoral.

“Art thou stirred by our inevitable emasculation?” asked Maliketh, his lips curling gently.

“You… Are beautiful. It is almost a shame it must…”

“Sacrifice? Mayhaps it were the Destined Death for me.”

Then, Maliketh reached down, scratching Blaidd’s belly under the water while they went for another kiss. This time, their blood boiled with renewed ardor. Perhaps someone would think they were fighting or hated each other.

But through the snarls, the growls, the tense bodies… There was the meeting of the softest breaths and the most desiring kiss before Maliketh’s hands touched and reached for Blaidd’s ‘blade’.

A similar case as Blaidd’s fingers touched Maliketh’s erect spire, touching the throbbing flesh and giving it a firm stroke. One stroke… But enough to get them both grumbling and desiring more.

“Could we do it?”

“Abed? Sure.”

If it hadn’t been Blaidd’s suggestion, Maliketh would have asked the same. And though wiping themselves was arduous and quite frustrating with their erections, with their genitals craving attention… The two were finally down on the bed, lying beside one another. The vials had been collected, and they were by then like promises that were to be held as Maliketh went on all fours above Blaidd, one hand over his fellow’s wrist.

“How shall we proceed?”

Blaidd gulped, reaching for a vial and producing it to Maliketh, uncorking it while the stench of Death and Unalloyed Gold affected their nostrils. They scrunched up their noses the same, though Blaidd was the first to rein himself in.

“The Tarnished explained we had to consume them.”

“Were that so?”

“I have no more clue. But I trust him.”

“Shall it be. I hast faith in thy,” replied Maliketh as the vial was brought to his lips.

Then, with the hand leaving Blaidd, Maliketh drank it.

The concoction was acrid and raw, tasting the most foul and yet bearable for someone who’d been gnawing on deathroot. No, the truth was… His stomach took it with ease. The liquid settled there without a problem while below…

Blaidd retched and gargled, certainly fighting his need to throw up. But he’d done it with more valiance than Maliketh would have in his stead.

But… Nothing.

Maliketh’s lips smacked and then… He looked at Blaidd, who was as confused.

“Perhaps we shall… activate it? With our… Hands?”

“What an odd approach this be,” said Maliketh.

But he smiled. Even if it didn’t work, even if it failed, it was fine as he leaned and… Both kissed. Their mouths met again, their lips met as Maliketh adjusted his body, counting on his elongated neck to maintain the kiss as long as possible before he… Had his pride rubbing against Blaidd’s.

Maliketh’s cock was definitely the biggest of the two. His cock, his pride, had begun to swell from the blood pumped inside.

Though the flesh was of a deep pink, it took on an angry red as it ascended past the sheath… As the flesh, tapered, ascended and reached its real mast. As the red tones grew down the tip along the veiny length, down to the knot that slipped past the sheath’s edge.

Blaidd himself was not without… Beauty.

His cock might have been smaller, but the details were similar to Maliketh in many ways. Same angry red, same tapered end. But for him, there was no knot. A difference much like Blaidd’s lack of a tail.

Perhaps his nature was lessened as a Shadowbound Beast?

Either way, both organs were rubbed against one another as their mouths met, as their tongues tangled, and as the precum frothed between them.

Their own saliva frothed as the Two Fingers egged them into a rage, sending their minds into a spiral of anger and desire. They snarled. They huffed. But again they kissed, with Blaidd leading the dance despite his smaller tongue.

What he lacked in size, he made up for with initiative.

As soon as he got a hold of Maliketh’s fingers, Blaidd guided the older Shadowbound Beast’s hand onto his shaft, making it look much smaller. A similar situation in the way Blaidd’s hands were dwarfed by Maliketh’s cock.

As the caresses ran along their shafts and the minds were heated… Precum dripped from the urethras, spraying all over the furry fingers and sometimes wrists.

Blaidd’s touch was forceful, perhaps to compensate again.

His grip on the tapered tip was completed by the claws, sometimes poking at the raw flesh, tickling it… Teasing it. Meanwhile, his palms, human-like and calloused, were pulling on the flesh.

He pulled on the skin, forcing it to bend.

And in return, Maliketh’s mind burned with desire while he went more carefully over Blaidd’s blade. His claws could pierce the flesh and maim it. So, instead, the claws were minded and the pads covering his palms were used to stroke the length… To squeeze, as the callous barely stopped the pads from wrapping over the flesh, and gently squeezing it.

“You are… Gentle,” said Blaidd, his voice high and trembling.

“Thou must be gentle for some of smaller stature,” answered Maliketh, his voice poised and calm. Blaidd’s ears dropped.

“It is… Not small.”

“Make no mistake. I spoke not of thine blade.”

Sure, Blaidd’s face grew redder again.

His ears dropped. His eyes closed, and soon, the sound of the tempest was erased by the sounds of their united breaths. By their sighs as Blaidd's fingers stroked further, his digits glued by the frothing precum and his fur.

But much like for Maliketh’s touch, it affected the Shadowbound Beast.

Maliketh groaned and huffed, his breath quickening by the second while his shaft throbbed. Precum dripped all over it. His testicles were closer. And even his breath was faster, ragged.

Blaidd’s? He was almost breathing like a pup who’d been running for days. They were grunting and gasping, their mouths pried apart as they were both reaching their edge. Their climax. Their orgasms, guiding each other through their growls and attempts until…

There it was. A fire. A shot.

Not something as intense as to make them see stars. But something that was natural, heartfelt. And satisfying as both ejaculated. As they both sensed the fire stabbing their genitals, and then the coldness as their orbs dropped inside their pouches…

But their cumshots were there, spraying all over their furs. Their fingers. Their hands. Their wrists. Their arms.

They came… Quite a lot, though the liquid looked extremely dense and sticky, almost like a paste. One… Maliketh dared to lick, finding it had a taste that aroused his mind… And tickled his stomach.

“Death,” he said, certain. “It doth taste death.”

“It does?” asked Blaidd, reaching for his mouth and licking his fingers before he huffed. “It… It tastes like it.”

Then, his ears dropped as he looked at his shaft, at his organ slipping back inside its sheath. And a frown followed, his head tilting left.

“Do you think… Is it done?”

“No.”

Blaidd’s ears raised, his head tilting as he watched Maliketh lie by his side, his elongated body slightly bent to accommodate their height difference.

“How can you be so sure?” asked Blaidd, still eyeing his genitals.

“Mayhaps it is otherwise for thee. Yet I hear the Two Fingers.”

Blaidd frowned for a moment, stunned. And then… he leaned. Not away but towards Maliketh, his lips reaching for the other Shadowbound. A moment of kiss, with their lips meeting, came the snarl. And a grunt from Blaidd.

“It didn’t work.”

“False. Thine flasks were effective. Mayhaps-“

“We should continue?”

Maliketh nodded, feeling the rage and tremor from the Two Fingers as he did so. If they fought and pushed, it meant they were on the right path. And so, his fingers reached between Blaidd’s thighs, not for his cock though it peered from the sheath. But behind.

“What… Are… Oh.”

“There be different ways to contend a man,” said Maliketh, a grin as he brushed against Blaidd’s posterior, against that taint he rubbed.

Maliketh’s claw did not dig inside the taint as it wasn’t an attempt to wound him. Nor did they approach the orifice as they would leave it needy and untouched for now. No… With one hand, Maliketh stroked Blaidd’s length. And with the other, he circled that perineum, teasing, nudging, pleasing it until Blaidd was all whines and moans.

Until the gray-blue-furred Shadowbound Beast gasped against Maliketh’s chest, his breathing ragged while his fingers dug into the larger Beast’s chest, holding onto the fur.

“What… is this?” asked Blaidd.

“This be a mere touch, Blaidd,” replied Maliketh with another growling kiss, feeling as Blaidd’s resolve and control were breaking under the touch.

That cock, so red and elongated, thrummed with life and need under Maliketh’s finger until, in a fateful touch… Blaidd cried, and cum exploded from his cock.

A cumshot that was as intense as before, though Maliketh was able to observe the change. One detail they had both missed before.

One glance, and Maliketh confirmed those testicles had been pulled quite high, with the scrotum closing tightly on them. So tightly, it was possible to see all the shapes, all the imprinted shapes, of the testicles inside the gray-blue fur.

The swollen part above the testes themselves, attached to the cords. The oblong testes… Even the veins, small and thin like threads, through.

Those orbs were held so tightly, they were practically crushed. And right as they were released, Maliketh noticed they had been slightly… bent by the pull. Something he continued to observe as he leaned to kiss Blaidd’s lips while fondling those heavy testicles. He pulled on them, lifted them despite Blaidd’s whines.

And as the exploration, the thumb brushing, and the constant weighing confirmed it… Those nuts were lighter. And Maliketh whispered.

“This be the method.”

“What?”

“We forfeit our parts, partaking in pleasure.”

Blaidd’s eyes turned down, guided by Maliketh’s muzzle until Blaidd’s fingers went on his own testicles. Feeling them, cupping them. And then gulping.

“It is true…” said Blaidd, before stopping. And looking up. “Are you angry?”

“No. Thou held onto thine words. Now, we shall doth what necessity desireth.”

A grin, a smile. And Maliketh dropped onto the bed, his hand going behind his back, behind his head as Blaidd watched. And then… Followed the untold instructions.

Soon enough, Blaidd’s mouth was on Maliketh’s cocktip, sucking on it while stroking the monster of a flesh with one hand… And the other playing with Maliketh’s testicles. Caresses, strokes, and lickings continued as Maliketh’s pleasure grew and grew, flowing inside his groin and making it ache. No burn, burn endlessly while his testicles, too, were heating up. Sure, it was not a mere orgasm that was approaching them. But something else. Something far more intense as Maliketh’s growls grew deeper and his abdomen tensed.

His toes curled; his feet twitched. Even his pads were pressed tightly against the sheets before came the expected orgasm. Before came something surprising and wild.

Before came… The thunderous bliss.

One that was even stronger than the one before, leaving Maliketh’s mouth wide open and his mind scrambling. Light, sounds, chaos. Everything meddled as his body was shaking as if taken by a seizure, and yet released from an unknown weight that had been pressing all over his chest, his shoulders, his entire self.

And then… It was over.

Bliss came and went. The wave that had swept over Maliketh was gone, leaving him slowly blinking before Blaidd’s watchful and anxious gaze.

“My… That hast been beyond ordinary,” said Maliketh, offering a toothy grin to the younger Shadowbound beast.

“I… Yes,” confirmed Blaidd.

Yet, the smaller Shadowbound whimpered when Maliketh grabbed him and lifted him like a mere stone, carrying him in his arms before impaling him on his still-rigid erection. On his flesh that was hard, needy, and dripping. Right before… penetration came, and Blaidd howled, though not from pain.

A surprise, to be expected, due to the tightness of the orifice as well as the size of the tool employed for penetration. But though Maliketh was surprised, intrigued, while fucking Blaidd… The answer came when Blaidd was behind him, using his own tool in turn.

Maliketh’s entrance, his orifice, would not ache for such measly touches of pain. No. Pleasure would soar and invade, permeating every part of their beings as they were losing themselves in a crescendo of orgasms. And losing their touch with the Two Fingers, replaced instead by a pleasure that would rack them in soreness and delight.

Cum… Cumming. Came.

The words flowed as their semen soon covered the sheets, the pillows… Then the furniture around, then coat the bath's waters, the disfigured statues. They even shot into the howling void, kissing as their snarls died down… And their mouths met with a renewed desire. One that would recede despite the numerous orgasms.

Despite the numerous and terrifying orgasms that were taking parts of their beings. As their testicles were visibly shrinking inside their pouches and their cumshots were finally lessening, but not the pleasure.

No. It continued to grow, though it was portent. Dangerous, even. And they approached the limit.

Much like as Blaidd confirmed it when he raised Maliketh’s testicles, reduced to grapes inside the loose skin. Blaidd was even digging his fingers into them, squeezing those organs that were dangling inside the scrotum. And no hint of pain would come from Maliketh; only a relief had been mishandled that way.

“They…. It must be your last… Cumshot left,” gulped Blaidd.

“So thine own, pup,” said Maliketh, his voice calm as he turned, and Blaidd stood up.

Blaidd’s face burned bright. His excitement was complete, similarly to his raging erection. Similar to Maliketh’s, the larger Shadowbound Beast grabbed Blaidd and lifted him. A hug. A kiss. An embrace that was not foretold and yet soothing.

One with their mouths meeting and their tongues tangling without a snarl. Without a growl. Without a sound, if not for the moans cutting through the distant tempest.

And then… A smile, shared.

“I was afraid you would get angry at losing them.”

“Alas, that might have been truth. But thine treasure be far more welcome,” replied Maliketh, his fingers digging into Blaidd. “If we must lose our blades, mayhaps shall we not lose each other.”

“Wait… you.”

“Yes,” said Maliketh. Yes to sharing his moment with Blaidd, his time. Perhaps that fortuitous future without the Two Fingers orders, without the torment, without the hunger. Only then would remain someone who had lived underneath that crushing weight for too long.

Fear… Fear tainted it.

It made Maliketh doubt it for a moment as Blaidd guided him onto the bed. Then, as Blaidd lay down below Maliketh, much like their breeding. Their first cumshots. However, this time it was different. They were different; their ties and their genitals changed.

And though Fear tainted it, seeing that shy resolution in Blaidd’s eyes made Maliketh's smile grow. And his resolve to follow as he had his fingers grabbing Blaidd’s length. And had Blaidd’s grabbing yours.

“We shall be the selfsame.”

“At the same time?”

Maliketh nodded, solemn as he grabbed Blaidd’s length.

Sure enough, it didn’t change. And as their exploration had made them acquainted with each other, Maliketh’s thumb found that spot underneath the tip, at the confluence of the veins and folding skin, that was where Blaidd was the most sensitive.

Similarly, Blaidd’s pressuring touch had grown stronger, and his calloused fingers were right on the tip, circling the needy urethra without leaving it a break. A moment of respite. A moment of peace as the stroking began.

This time, the frothing precum was but an afterthought. They own fluids, their ejaculations, covered their united lengths. It was stickier than before, more dense. But adequate as their strokings, shy at first, grew in frequency.

Their digits danced on the red and white flesh, the strands of cum joining their furry digits, joined their palms, their pads.

Maliketh only had one hand, but Blaidd had the leisure of squeezing Maliketh’s aching, needy, and burning testicles. And touching them, lifting them… Pulling on the ropes as new sensations arose in the old Shadowbound’s beast mind.

And then, with a thin smile, Maliketh sighed.

His body was tense, but his mind was restful. The assault of the Two Fingers, their paranoia, was dying away much like his pride. And his joy was growing, like a fire spreading from his mind down his limbs. And in return, bliss answered from his groin up his spine.

Even Blaidd looked relaxed, though a few twitches indicated he was fighting against his own orgasm. In a way, he was more sensitive and needy than Maliketh.

Much like an unruly young pup that had not been taught to behave in control.

“Calm thine mind,” said Maliketh.

“I… Must do it at the same time… As you,” said Blaidd, huffing.

Certainly, his relaxed mask twisted into control. Into clenched teeth, visible snarled, open nostrils… And a nervousness running up his fingers as their grip grew undelicate.

But so was Maliketh. Though the older was acting calmer, he, too, was feeling his orgasm approach. He, too, wasn’t insensible to the pleasure of the flesh.

And then, he sighed, throwing his head up for a moment before he looked down.

Before he and Blaidd were facing one another. A stoic mask facing anxiety and fear. Yet, Maliketh leaned… He broke through that snarl and clenched his teeth to have his tongue coil with Blaidd.

For a second, in the back of his mind, he heard the order to fight. To kill. To murder. Such coupling wasn’t the will of the Two Fingers. If he had heeded it, Blaidd would have been cut down and killed.

But… Maliketh sighed, his muzzle pressing even tighter against Blaidd’s muzzle. His tongue even prodded the depths of Blaidd’s mouth, to the throat, without eliciting any fight from the smaller one. And then… He pulled back.

“I am… At the edge.”

“So am- I,” replied Blaidd, his nose down.

They were at the edge. At the passage. At the moment and… Then came the howl. United, joined. Cumshots. Twinned, both spraying the fur, white and gray-blue. And then… Their bodies dropped onto one another, Maliketh’s chest crushing Blaidd’s face underneath it.

Their legs open, their empty scrotum joined, and their freedom obtained.

-

Their growls filled the room, the air filled with a musky stench.

The kind of beasts that had been breeding for days. Enough for the air itself to titillate the noses, making it feel stuffy. Yet, they continued. The growls continued, likewise to the sound of thighs meeting thighs, of flesh against flesh… And of the pleasure, the grunts, the delight that hit the two Beasts as they were again one above another.

The room they lived in wasn’t a grand palace or a ruin like the former crumbling Farum Azula. No, it was closer to a house, built in solid wood and even more solid stone. Chimes had been hung by the door, and a fire lit in the nearest chimney. Furs were used as mats, though the furniture had been refined and looked as if it had been carved over time.

The remnant of a hearty meal was on the table, midst the vines and some vials that had been uncorked recently.

And then, in the alcove.

The Bed itself. A wide bed covered with fur, the sheets thrown aside, as well as the pillows. Instead, the two lovers remained who had been spilling seed all over it… Fucking, and fucking… With another growl, more cum was spilled.

And then, the smaller one dropped atop his partner.

His graying fur covered his body, with hints going all over his back and his widened thighs. Then, as he forced on his shivering legs, his paunch belly left the white-furred back. The same streak of gray covered Blaidd’s fattened chest and belly. Even his muzzle had a hint of gray as he smiled, his scars starting to fade with time.

Then, with a smile, he watched as Maliketh, too, turned.

The wide posterior wobbled before the older and white Shadowbound Beast was supine. One leg lifted, a hand behind his neck… Such a display felt almost indecent. And yet tempting for Blaidd as his mouth reached for Maliketh’s mouth. A tender kiss while Blaidd’s fingers reached Maliketh’s gorge. And then, on those plump breasts, fattened in a way that deviated from Blaidd.

Rounder, saggier, and definitely more hand-filling before his digits danced further down. Down on the vestigial nipples, then on that fine layer of fat covering Maliketh’s belly. A layer he stroked, feeling the sweat-riddled fur that was sticking to his fingers.

Then… Maliketh sighed, his voice relaxed: “That was… Wonderful.”

Even his tone was softer, less haughty. His speech still had the tone of someone unused to it, but his archaic speech had shifted.

A voice that whispered back to Blaidd, as their lips parted and saliva joined their mouths.

“There are many ways to contend with a man. I assured you,” said Blaidd, reaching down…

Between the fuzzy legs, between those thighs. And right onto that sheath that was overflowing with cum.

Sheath Blaidd began to pull on it, letting all that semen flow out before reaching inside for… Well. That flesh that had remained inside all along. Nothing but a mere nub anymore. Starved for the very manhood that had been stripped from Maliketh.

Again. Even the knot looked vestigial, and the tip? Oh. It was so small, so condensed, a stroke was enough to get Maliketh whimpering and sighing.

“Thine wife, you mean,” chuckled Maliketh, his hands going onto his gorge.

Sure enough… Even in those strange lands, with creatures of all shapes and forms… Maliketh could pass as a female compared to Blaidd. Plump breasts, wide posterior, comely shapes. Even his voice had been softer. And his fur? It was softer than silk, eliciting the desire to rub one’s face against it.

The same fur that was pressed against Blaidd’s cheekbones in delicate strokes while he continued the careful inspection.

The sheath cleaned, his digits descended on Maliketh’s scrotum.

Sure enough, it looked deflated and empty. Though it was taking its time, it had been full. But now, it was empty… Except for those tiny ‘grapes’ that were still inside as he pulled on the scrotum, pulling on it to make it taut… To make those starved orbs appear.

“They are not done, my love,” said Blaidd.

“Were that an excuse to take me again?” asked Maliketh, laughing. “How many?”

“Perhaps… Once,” said Blaidd. “It should be enough to stave off the Two Fingers.”

“Right. But we are sticky.”

“True.”

Maliketh’s smile remained, though he accepted Blaidd’s offered hand. A pull, and the larger Shadowbound Beast stood up. Slightly hunched as it was comfortable, and Blaidd guided them both towards and through the door.

Outside, the chilly air of morning filled their nostrils, while the sun glimmered to cover their furs covered with semen.

The dew hung around, sticking to their steps as they approached the nearby river. Around their home, it looked far from wild. All sorts of projects were around. Smithing, woodcutting, gardening, and pot making. All sorts of hobbies and pursuits they tried with their years ahead.

Soon enough, they’d found something else.

Nevertheless, their steps brought them to the flowing water, and with a movement, Blaidd undid the belt strapped and jumped into the icy water. He gasped, then laughed when Maliketh jumped the same.

Their furs stuck to their faces and bodies, but the water turned white for a second before it was all washed away. And their shivering selves stepped out before they shook themselves.

“Are we clean enough?” asked Blaidd, laughing as he bent over to grab his belt… And froze when Maliketh’s groin was pressed against Blaidd’s fatty posterior.

“Not enough,” replied the larger Shadowbound Beast, his fingers over Blaidd’s straightening body… Over that fat belly, and then, below… That cock that was inside its sheath. And that empty scrotum he pulled on.

Just pulling was enough to get Blaidd excited, to have him moan… And then turn to Maliketh, the buckle attached.

The movement that followed was Maliketh attaching the last strap around Blaidd’s taint, securing what was now between Maliketh’s thighs. A cock. A facsimile. But one was covered with fluids, and one that had been inside them both so many times.

“Let’s do that outside… Before I leave for work,” said Blaidd, eyeing the village over his shoulder, further down the valley… Before his eyes returned to Maliketh, ready for a kiss.

“Let’s do it twice. To make sure they are gone.”