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CHAPTER 3

"FUCK!" Grum cursed as he tripped and fell muzzle first into a puddle.

The badger scrambled back up and continued to run, his clothes and fur now sodden and brown with mud. He was breathless, his lungs on fire with exhaustion, not used to the physical exertion that came with running for his life. He paid good gold for the mercenaries that had escorted him to Malakye's humble peasant home; a survivor and victor of the Colosseum. After Malakye had supposedly defeated and killed a highly trained assassin his master had hired, Grum had been forced to take even more drastic measures. His master wanted Malakye's land and his master always got what he desired!

The mercenaries had been confident that they could handle a single fur, even if that fur was once known as The Crimson Shadow. Three dozen armed mercenaries against a single fur? How could anyone hope to win against odds like those? But no one had anticipated Malakye having an ally. But what had shocked Grum the most was when he identified Malakye's ally as the very assassin they had hired to kill him! Before Grum or any of the other mercenaries had noticed the blue wyvern he had felled half a dozen mercenaries. The confusion of his sudden arrive spread chaos through the ranks of the mercenaries, and in a few short moments the pair of them had cut down more than a third of the mercenaries numbers.

"Fucking cowards!" Grum spat angrily as he remembered how many of the mercenaries began to flee.

Grum was running for the carriage that was parked a ways down the road. He had wanted to gloat as he arrived with a small army behind him. He wanted to see the dragolfs expression as he realised that he had no chance of winning and didn't want to miss it while he was exiting the carriage; so he had walked the rest of the way. His pride was going to get him killed! He looked over his shoulder and saw three of the mercenaries were following him. He was barely outrunning them due to the fact they were weighted down by the armour they wore. But behind them was the blue wyvern! The cold gaze of the assassin as they pursued him made Grum squeak in fear.

A cry of pain reached Grum's ears. He knew that one of the mercenaries behind him had been caught. He prayed silently to any deity listening that their death would buy him enough time to escape. The carriage was now in sight, the two guards that served his master that he had ordered to remain behind had already drawn the swords and were running to aid him. Another cry from behind him, followed quickly by another. The other two mercenaries had been caught and quickly dispatched by Viper. Grum could practically feel the wyverns breath on his neck! He didn't want to die! As he reached the two guards, he didn't slow down. He ran right past them, leaving them to deal with the assassin as he jumped into the carriage which had already begun to move, the driver anticipating the need for a speedy getaway.

"Go! Go! Go!" Grum shouted breathlessly as he leapt into the carriage.

A crack of a whip later and the carriage took off down the road at top speed. Grum gasped for breath, his entire body shook with a combination of fear and physical exertion. He daren't look for the fear of seeing the assassin pursuing them. He wouldn't be able to relax until he was safely within the walls of his masters home. The fifty plus guards would make any would be assassin hesitate.

The carriage shook and creaked as it sped down the road, every bump and dip causing the badger to jump uncomfortably in the back of the carriage. Normally he would curse and swear at the driver for any level of discomfort, but right now speed was the most important thing. It had been several minutes since he had jumped into the carriage and his breathing had more or less returned to normal, but he was still shaking. Suddenly the carriage jerked to a halt.

"What the!?" Grum grumbled as he jolted forward. The badger got up from his seat and hammered on the wall of the carriage angrily before shoving open the door. "What's the big idea!?" He yelled glaring at the driver atop the carriage

The wolf glanced nervously at him and then pointed. Blocking their path, standing in front of the bridge the only crossing over the river for miles, was Malakye. The ground around him littered with three bodies of mercenaries. The blade of the sword he held dripped with blood, telling the fate of the three furs on the ground. The black scaled dragolf stared at Grum with a cold stare, the blood splattered dragolf looked like a demon. As he began to move towards them Grum yelped in fear and leapt from the carriage. He ran for the tree line at the side of the road.

A flash of steel crossed in front of his muzzle, Malakye had thrown the sword and it struck the tree Grum had been running towards. Grum ran muzzle first into the swords hilt which was now embedded in the side of the tree. He fell backwards, his snout bloodied from running into the sword. He stared up at the sword, dazed from the impact and fall. It took him a few moments to gather his wits and to scramble up onto his foot-paws. As he stood a paw grab the scruff of his neck and threw him into the trunk of the tree. He slumped to the ground and stared up at the dragolf standing over him. He couldn't see anything but the cold glare from the emerald green eyes, the rest of Malakye's body seemingly fading into shadow as Grum was frozen in fear staring into his eyes. Suddenly Grum felt small. He had always felt superior to the dragolf, and even though he was aware of his reputation for fighting he had never been intimidated by Malakye. But now he knew he had never truly seen the true face of the fighter known as The Crimson Shadow.

"Please don't kill me!" Grum begged. "I'll never bother you again! I-I-I... you'll never see me ever again!"

Malakye reached for the sword embedded in the tree trunk and yanked it free with one smooth, powerful motion. He pressed the tip of the sword to Grum's throat. The badger squeaked in fear, his entire body tensed, his eyes shut as he waited for the cold steel to cut his throat. He felt a strange warmth spread down his legs. He had wet himself.

"I consider myself a merciful drake." Came the slow, deep voice. A spark of hope flashed in Grum's mind. "But if I let you live someone I care about will die. And I can't allow that!"

"No! Ple..."

Grum's plea was silenced by a flash of steel. The sword wielded by The Crimson Shadow cutting his throat with one easy motion. He stood there and watched as the life faded from the badgers eyes, his life blood spilling to the ground. He turned round and glared at the grey wolf sitting atop the carriage, frozen in fear as he looked on. He slowly walked over to the carriage, the wolf yelped in fear and attempted to shrink out of sight. Malakye struck the carriage three times with the side of his sword. Slowly, hesitantly the grey wolf raised his eyes to look at the blood splattered form of dragolf once famously known as The Crimson Shadow.

"Tell your master that this will be the fate of any he sends uninvited onto my lands."

The wolf nodded his head rapidly, eager to convey his understanding in the hope that it meant his life would be spared. With a simple motion of his paw Malakye ushered the wolf on his way, an opportunity the wolf did not hesitate to seize. Malakye watched the carriage disappear from sight before turning and walking back into the woods; heading back home.

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Viper stepped out of the tree line and Malakye's home came into view. This had been the spot where he had lain in wait for his former target, Malakye, to fall asleep so that he could slip in and kill him. Back then the sight of the humble home of the dragolf had meant nothing to him, but now the sight of it brought forth warm memories and emotions that he was still trying to understand. He had grown fond of the dragolfs company, he knew that. But every time he saw him, every time they touched, every time Malakye smiled at him, every time they had sex... he felt something in his chest tighten. He had heard of love, he had even used his targets emotions against them, but he didn't truly understand his own emotions. They had been beaten out of him by the assassin cult that had raised him.

He didn't want to lose this life. He didn't want to be apart from Malakye.

So for the last hour he had been hunting down the mercenaries that had fled into the forest. The badger had gotten away in his carriage, but Malakye had assured him that he would deal with the badger. He trusted Malakye, he was the only one he had ever felt capable of trusting. He was still worried though. If the badger, Grum managed to make it back to his master then their secret would be out. Once he knew Viper was alive, the assassin he had hired, he would report back to the assassin guild and then Viper would have to live on the run for the rest of his life. There was no forgiveness for those who failed their mission. You either succeeded in your mission or you died.

As Viper rounded the side of the hut he saw Malakye. The dragolf was busy loading the bodies of the mercenaries onto a cart. Malakye saw him and smiled. Viper smiled back and waved.

"Good hunting?" Malakye asked.

"I think I got everyone." Viper replied. "Couldn't find any more trails. Found eight and caught all of them. The last one had managed to make it into the village to the North, but I got them."

Viper had tracked them down to the local inn. The panther had been drinking at the bar, telling anyone who would listen his story. Most had laughed at him, declaring that if he had truly fought the warrior known as The Crimson Shadow he wouldn't be here to tell them about it. Disgruntled from the lack of sympathy he had received he purchased a bottle of wine from the bar and headed upstairs. Viper watched as the panther approached, and waited for him to come to him. As the panther rounded the corner he spotted Viper. It took the panther a moment, but as his eyes went wide in realisation it was already too late. A single crossbow bolt struck him in the chest. Before the bottle of wine struck the floor Viper had already slipped out of the window he had used to sneak into the building.

"Lets dispose of these bodies." Malakye said, wiping bis brow with his forearm.

"But what about the other bodies? What if a patrol come by and see them?" Viper concious of the bodies he had left on the road when he had chased the badger.

"Already dealt with." He grinned confidently. "All the bodies are hidden in the woods. The guards won't find them. The only bodies left are here." He patted the ass of a large bull that lay atop six others on the cart.

"What about the badger?"

"Dealt with."

Viper felt any worry he had felt drain away. With the badger dealt with there shouldn't be anyone left to identify him. If any mercenaries survived then it was unlikely they would go back the badgers master to report their failure. It was unlikely they knew who the badgers master was.

"Come on, lets go wash up!" Malakye smiled putting an arm round Vipers shoulders.

Viper felt himself blush and nodded in agreement. A short walk from away, just beyond the treeline was a small river which had formed a deep pool of water. It was perfect for bathing in, despite the natural chill of the water.

Viper took great pleasure in watching the dragolf strip, watching his muscular body flex with each movement. Malakye noticed him staring and smirked before wading into the waist deep water. Viper quickly followed him and as he began to wash the blood off he felt Malakye embrace him from behind.

"How about we get a little dirtier before cleaning up?"

The simple touch of the dragolfs body, the pleasant warmth that radiated from him, had made Viper hard within seconds. Viper writhed in pleasure as the dragolf kissed and licked his neck, one arm held him close while the other slowly slipped down and grasped his cock. There they stood for minutes, hours... days? Time was a lost concept to Viper, all he cared about was this moment, the sensation of being in the arms of his lover. A familiar hardness pressed under his tail. There was no intention for it to penetrate him, not yet, but the way it sat between Vipers cheeks sent a thrill through the wyvern.

Viper was completely lost in the moment, so much so that he was startled as Malakye pulled away from him. He looked on dumbfounded as the dragolf walked past him towards the edge of the pool. Malakye looked over his shoulder at him and smiled.

"How about we do something a little different?" He suggested suggestively.

Viper was about to ask what he had in mind when Malakye leant over and raised his tail for him. Any questions Viper had were wiped away with that simple pose. Malakye was offering himself to the wyvern. Despite the numerous times that they had fucked, not once had Viper ever topped the dragolf. He had thought about it, but it hadn't bothered him since he enjoyed feeling the dragolf inside him. But now was his chance, an invitation to discover a new sensation. Eager to try he smiled and came up behind the dragolf and grabbed his hips.

"Go easy... it's been a while since I've had anyone back there."

Viper simply nodded and began the process of stretching his lovers tail-hole, just as he had done to him so many times before. Viper licked, poked and stretched Malakye's tail-hole, trying to replicate the actions Malakye had often used on him. His attempts were clumsy, but he was eager and passionate, and soon had his lover panting in pleasure.

"That's enough!" Malakye panted, eager for what came next. It had been a long time since he had been taken. "Fuck me!"

Viper eagerly responded to the command. He positioned himself behind Malakye and lined himself up and pushed his hips forward. There was a moment of resistance but a second later his tail-hole gave way and half of Vipers length slipped inside Malakye. Malakye hissed in discomfort. Viper groaned in pleasure. In a matter of moments the pair were locked in a passionate rutting. Each one lost in their own pleasure. Despite the discomfort Malakye was lost in the pleasure as Viper expertly fucked him. Whether by intent or natural skill the wyvern was striking that magical spot inside him with each and every thrust.

After a few minutes of the fast, relentless fucking Malakye cried out in pleasure as he came. He couldn't remember the last time he had cum without his cock being balls deep in another, or without a muzzle of paw wrapped around it. As he came Malakye's tail-hole tightened as his body was racked in orgasm, and with only a few more thrusts Viper also came. He spilled his seed deep inside Malakye. The pair of them stood motionless for a few moments, lost in the after glow of their mutual orgasms.

Slowly they came apart and embraced each others, still standing in the waist deep pool of water. The sun was casting the last of its light over the land, the two lovers basking in the final rays of the day. Today they had fought for the right to live as they choose, to be together. They had won a victory today, but this was but a single battle, the first battle in a war that was about to begin. It would be a long and bloody road, but both of them knew they would fight side by side until the final battle.