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CHAPTER 3

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The next few weeks I spent most of my time with Callen. He taught me how to survive. Teaching me numerous skills that would allow me to survive in nearly any situation. Needless to say that I learnt a lot from him. Jan'Zar would be there at breakfast and dinner, she would sleep at camp with us. During the day she would disappear, leaving me alone with Callen. We did everything together. We ate together, hunted together, bathed together and slept together.

All that time together gave me very little alone time. Needless to say I had certain urges that needed to be handled every now and again. I managed to seize an opportunity to sate my urges a few times over the weeks, but it was difficult to find privacy long enough to deal with those urges, not to mention washing so that Callen wouldn't smell what I'd been up to.

Callen and I slept next to each other every night for weeks, nothing happened between us. Nothing sexual. But sleeping with him was essential for me, in order to prevent my nightmares from returning. It was slightly awkward, but I didn't want to have fresh blood painted on me every night to attain the same effect. I'm not entirely sure how that worked, but I won't deny that when sleeping in his embrace I never had a single nightmare.

It may just be the fact that I was extremely horny, but Callen was very attractive to me; despite of the fact that he was a wolf. Although he wasn't technically a wolf, he just chose to appear in that form.

He was tall, taller than me by a few inches; the biggest wolf I'd ever seen. A thick, soft, brown pelt cover his muscular, perfectly proportioned body. He smelt damn good too! He smelt like the forest first thing in the morning, but with a masculine musk. But despite all that the thing that I was most attracted to were his eyes. A rich golden amber that shimmered like small suns. Eyes filled with kindness.

Thoughts of us together had crossed my mind more than once... okay, nearly every time I looked at him! But every time I considered asking him the question I chickened out. I didn't want to make things awkward between us. Besides that he was frickin' Deity! Did they even have sex? Could they have sex? And even if they did, would he consider me suitable as a sexual partner? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't wanting to become his mate or anything like that. Just some mutually gratifying sex was all I wanted.

"You okay there Malakye?"

Callen's voice shook me from my day dream. I felt my crotch tingle with arousal, I quickly suppressed it. I had been staring at him, thinking about what it would be like to sleep with him. I looked down and resumed my task of pulling feathers from our catch that day.

"I'm fine." I said, embarrassed at having been caught staring.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "It certainly smells like you've got a 'problem'." His tone on that last word told me he knew what my problem was. Of course he did. Callen had an exceptional sense of smell. If I could smell my own arousal, of course he could as well. "If you want some alone time then take it. Unless of course... you don't want to be alone."

"I..." Was he suggesting that? I definitely needed some relief. A quick paw in the bushes would certainly give me the relief I needed. But... it was always better when you had company. If that was what he was suggesting. "I would prefer not to be alone." I admitted sheepishly.

Callen chuckled. "Well then..."

He stood up and with one swift motion discarded his loin cloth, his only piece of clothing. He stood there before me, in all his glory, pink tip of his cock poking out from his sheath. His large plump balls hanging in their furry pouch. I just sat there and gawked, I wanted to reach out and touch him, not entirely convinced if this was just a dream. Afraid that if I reached out to touch him he wouldn't vanish.

I didn't care if this was just some fantasy in my head or not. I needed this! I stood up and discarded my own loin cloth and stepped up close to him. I could smell his arousal now. It was a sweet muskiness mixed with his natural scent.

I pressed my snout into his chest and breathed in deeply the scent of him. I pressed my paws into the the thick, soft pelt of his stomach. The muscled frame beneath his fur was as hard as his fur was soft. I felt his powerful arms wrap around me. I felt safe. I trusted him completely. He lapped gently at my neck, I could feel the heat of his growing arousal against my belly, my own arousal pressed against the soft fur of his thigh.

Still held in his embrace he slowly lowered me to the ground, insistent but gentle. I lay down and he hovered above me, holding himself over me on all fours. Those beautiful amber eyes of his stared down at me with passion. Not the eyes of a lover, but something close to it.

He lapped at my neck and then moved to my chest, then to my belly. His tongue washed over my scales and traced it's way delicately around my muscles. By now I was fully erect, my throbbing erection pulsed with need. A need that he attended to with his skilled tongue.

His tongue washed over my length with long, slow strokes. From base to tip. Over and over again until I was writhing in excruciating pleasure. That's when he took me into his maw and sucked. I grabbed his head in reflex, but I didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do, he was in complete control. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, slowly, purposefully. The noises he made as he sucked me, taking me all the way in his maw, slipping down his throat... they just served to drive my horniness to new heights!

I didn't last long. Within minutes I was crying out in pleasure, cumming into his willing maw. He drank down my seed hungrily, sucking until I was drained dry and sensitive. When he stopped sucking me he lay down on the ground next to me, and draped an arm over my chest. I turned and snuggled into him, basking in the safety of his embrace, and the warmth of my afterglow. It was the best blow job I'd ever had! He could give Cody a few pointers!

"Do you want me to..."

"Hush." He grinned. "Don't worry about it."

"But... it's only fair, right?" I asked.

"I don't need the release." His eyes stared into mine. "I'm not mortal like you. The need to mate is not important to me. I get pleasure from the act, but what I really enjoy is the intimacy."

"So you really don't want me to?"

"Only if you want to. Not because you feel that you should." He licked my forehead. "I did that for you. Not to receive anything in return."

His way of thinking was completely alien to me. Everyone had sex in order to achieve their own pleasure, and while I had had partners who enjoyed giving pleasure to others more than receiving it themselves, they ultimately wanted the pleasure as well. Callen wasn't interested in anything beyond my own pleasure.

"Then..." I hesitated, trying to come to a decision. "I'd like to give you pleasure."

"Heh!" He barked out a laugh. "You really are a special kind of soul aren't you Malakye? Most other furs I've lain only wanted to return the favour simply to 'return the favour'. Often just to ensure it happened again in the future. Others accepted it and left it at that. You're probably the first one I believe has been sincere in wanting to give me pleasure without any motivation of self interest."

I didn't know what to say to that. It didn't sound like he was mocking me, although he might have been. His tone seemed sincere.

"A generous heart like yours is a great weapon and a terrible weakness."

"Is that a no?" I asked, unsure as to whether or not he wanted me to pleasure him or not.

One thing I had noticed about Callen over the last few days was how much like Xavier he was. Often going off on some sort of philosophical tangent. Always a story to tell. Never a cross word spoken.

"Hahahahahah!" He laughed heartily and honestly. The kind of laugh that you couldn't help. "Ahaha... haha... heh-heh..." He wiped the tears from his eyes and licked the side of my muzzle. "I'll take you up on your offer later. Right now there is work to be done."

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Days flew by. I couldn't even be sure about how long I'd been here in Aaru. I couldn't even use the moon to tell the passage of time, as each and every night the moon would be at its brightest. Callen explained that it was because this was where Luna, Callen's sister and the Guardian deity of the moon, was at her most powerful. She used the moon to cast a protective light to drive away the darkness and protect all those under it.

Aaru was a world of light, just as the Underworld was a world of darkness. All living beings, mortal and immortal alike, deity or demon, were made of both light and darkness. Only when the two found perfect balance could harmony be achieved. Callen spent a lot of time explaining the finer points to me. I never fully understood what he was telling me. The more I tried to understand it the more twisted, and contorted the facts became in my head. I think it was beyond my comprehension, but I at least understood the basic points of what he was trying to tell me.

He often told me stories while we worked. Thinking back on it now. They too were lessons. Among my favourite stories were the ones where he, and the other guardian deities, fought during the Great Demon War. How they struggled to maintain the balance of the mortal realm and protect us from the demons of the Underworld.

The war finally ended once the barrier, what is commonly known as the cycle, was completed and all of the Greater Demons and Demon Lords were either sealed or banished. Without them to open portals to the Underworld the demon hordes could no longer enter the mortal realm.

The cycle was where the spirits of the departed returned to, once their life came to an end. There are many theories on what actually happens to a spirit once they rejoin the cycle. But I'm not going to go into that now, but what I will say is that the barrier is the only thing preventing the demons of the Underworld from invading once again. Kunsel, the Guardian Deity of the balance, keeps watch over the barrier. Souls which could potentially corrupt the cycle, and cause the barrier to fail, were cast out into the Underworld by Kunsel. It sounded horrifying, but so long as the balance was maintained the borders to the Underworld would remain sealed.

Callen assured me that the spirit within me would not corrupt my soul. I hadn't thought about that possibility before he mentioned it. He explained that the spirit would not devour my soul, but rather imprison it. And he also assured me that so long as I kept faith, believed that with his help I would overcome the spirit inside of me, I would be able to return home and live out my life.

Home...

The mention of it made me feel homesick. I wondered how everyone was doing, if they were all safe? I wanted to see everyone again. I missed them! But despite all that, I didn't want to leave. Life here was good. I spent my days with Callen. When he wasn't teaching me how to hunt or how to survive, he would teach me ways to protect myself from the spirit within me. How to enter my mind-scape at will. It took a long time for me to learn how to clear my mind properly and enter my mind-scape without the aid of drugs.

When we practised this Jan'Zar was always there. She had been absent more and more recently. I only ever saw her when we sat down to eat supper each night, and she would be gone by the time I woke up the next morning. It was only when she joined us for breakfast each morning, that I knew we would be practising my meditation skills.

Once in my mind-scape, they taught me how to navigate it. They taught me techniques that I would ultimately be able to use to combat the spirit. The techniques they taught me were relatively simple, yet I still struggled with them. The energy required to use these techniques, much like the arrows of light Callen had used during the encounter with my doppelgänger, these techniques required an energy that wasn't physical or spiritual but something entirely different; an energy he called hal'yan. When I asked what it was Callen described it as a metaphysical manifestation of sheer will. Whatever that meant.

"Clear your mind and focus purely on the manifestation of your will." Callen said gently as I sat cross legged on the ground in the middle of the camp ground in my mind-scape. "Picture it is a bright gleaming light. One which can banish the darkest of shadows."

I imagined what he told me. It was there in my chest, expanding outwards through my chest and filtering out through the rest of my body. Once the light had filled ever fibre of my being I focused it into a single point in the air in front of me. A large amount of the light flowed from my body into that point and then formed a small ball of light, no larger than a marble.

"Excellent work!" Callen exclaimed.

I smiled proudly, happy to finally be making progress. But I was well aware that it took far too long to manifest the energy to be useful in an actual fight. Not to mention that it was barely enough energy to execute the simplest of techniques. I was a long way from being ready for the fight that had to happen.

I focused and imagined the energy forming into a barrier around me. The light expanded and formed a small shield of shimmering light in front of me, no more than a foot across. I held the shield for a few moments before it faded away. Annoyed at how difficult it was. If this was nen I would be able to create a blinding sun here in the mind-scape. But all I was able to create was a small firefly sized ball of light!

"You are making excellent progress!"

"Am I?" I snapped in frustration.

"Of course you are." He assured me, a little taken aback. "I know it doesn't seem like it. But this takes time. I have every confidence that you will be able to master the skills you need."

"But how long?" I sighed.

"That I can't tell you."

I think back to the time when Callen told me he had had students who had learned the skills required in just a few short seasons. Others had taken decades. It all depended on their own natural talents as well as the spirit within them. Even Callen and Jan'Zar had admitted that the one that resided within me was powerful. I would be spending more than a few seasons here before I was going to be able to return home.

It was a good thing that I liked it here. I really enjoyed Callen's company, but this was not home. I wanted to see my friends and family again. I wanted to taste Harold's delicious cooking. Listen to Eric's stories. See Kassandra... I was surprisingly eager to see her again. Her scornful scowl that made her snout scrunch up... I always found that cute.

"I know!" I snapped as I got up. "It just feels like I'm not making any progress at all. That's all."

"Come on lets go back. It's getting late."

I closed my eyes and focused on waking up. I had no idea how he could tell how late or early it was in this place. Time didn't flow like it did in the real world. What could seem like days could be mere minutes, while what seemed like minutes could be hours.

As my eyes flickered open I looked up into the sky. The late afternoon sky greet me, the sun getting close to the horizon. There was still a couple of hours before it would set. Callen sat a couple of feet away cross legged facing me. Since I had learned now how to enter the meditative state without the use of drugs, I was able to freely leave my mind-scape at will, rather than have to wait for the drugs to wear off.

A bitter scent, one I had become familiar with during my time here, tingled in my snout. It wasn't a pleasant scent, but it didn't make me screw up my nose. It was a very distinctive scent; that of warpaint.

"Hello Jan." Callen greeted his sister.

I turned to look at the Deity of War as she lounged against a large rock chewing on a piece of dried grass as she waited for us.

"About time!" She said impatiently. "I caught dinner. Go make it!" She tossed three carcases of feral birds at my foot-paws.

I sighed, nodded and picked them up off of the ground. I began to butcher and cook our meal. While I cooked Callen spoke to his sister, just out of earshot. I had learned that when they did that there were generally talking about me.

They came to sit around the camp fire shortly before dinner was ready. We all sat in silence, no one said anything until I was in the middle of serving dinner. After I served Callen he began to speak.

"As of tomorrow Jan will be taking over your training."

"Huh?!" I was caught by surprise, nearly dropping his food as I was handing it to him.

"Something wrong?" Jan'Zar glared. Almost daring me to object to the change.

"No... just a little surprised is all." Jan'Zar had had very little to do with my training up to this point, so I can't really be blamed to be a little surprised at the sudden change; could I?

"I will still be training you, but your time will be split up between myself and Jan." Callen explained.

"Okay."

"So for the next few weeks your mine!" She cackled.

Any feelings of worry came to fast realisation. She was fine to be around when Callen was here to keep her in check. But if he was going to be absent like she has been as he trained me, then I was in some serious trouble!