FSE

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CHAPTER 4

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I woke up as something struck my leg. My eyes snapped open, and through my groggy, sleep filled daze I looked up at the figure standing over me. Despite only being able to see their silhoutte as the morning sun shone from behind them, I knew it was Jan'Zar standing over me. Her dark eyes scowled at me as she looked down at me. Her skin was coated with fresh war paint, I could smell the bitterness of the paint as it wafted down from her. As usual she was clad in her unique armour, formed of what looked like bone and leather rather than steel, but was perfectly molded in a way I couldn't imagine simple bone being able to be.

She was intimidating to look at, everythng about her oozed authoity and power, but I suppose that came naturally to the Guardian Deity of War.

I realised that Callen was nowhere to be seen. For weeks now I had slept next to Callen, and I had become accustomed to waking up in his arms. His scent still lingered around me, like a comforting blanket. But he was no where to be seen.

"Where's Callen?" I asked as I rose from the ground.

"He's gone." She stated bluntly.

Gone?! But... My mind went blank, a wave of sadness washed over me.

"Come on!" She barked harshly and threw me a piece of flat-bread. "You can eat and walk at the same time! We've got a fair distance to cover, and you're burning daylight!"

I took a bite of the bread, it was tough and rather plain, but it would keep hunger at bay. After grabbing the few essentials I had readied last night for our journey, we departed. I was a little more than a little upset that Callen hadn't stayed to say goodbye. After all the time we had spent together I had expected him to be here to see me off. I tried not to let it bother me, at least not visibly. The last thing I needed was Jan'Zar mocking me.

We travelled further into the dense forest than Callen had ever taken me. This forest was truly an amazing place. The variety of plants, flowers, birds, animals and insects was simply mind boggling. I knew what plants to avoid, and how to identify the markings left by predators thanks to Callen's lessons.

We navigated round several areas which had been marked by predators, which added some extra time onto our journey. I'm sure Jan'Zar would have been able to handle any predator we could encounter, but she respected the boundries. Callen had always said to respect nature, and it would do the same in return. I guess she was following that same rule. If we entered their borders then the predator would be enclined to defend their home from intruders, just as any fur would do; feral or not.

Small creatures the like of which I had never seen skittered through the undergrowth. The blazing sun overhead, blocked by the thick canopy. The constant calls of birds and other wild animals echoed around us.

I had been told about some of the larger creatures that stalk the lands of Aaru. I had yet to see any of them in person. But Callen had described them to me at length. I was keen to see them, but the area of forest we resided in seemed to be a relatively safe place to be. I'm not sure if it was the mere presence of the deities themselves, or magic like the runes that protected our camp that kept them at bay.

We walked for hours. I was getting tired and sweaty from the constant travel, in the warm climate of Aaru. By the time we arrived at our destination the sun had already passed overhead and it was late in the afternoon. We stepped into a clearing where a river flowed. Sitting at the edge of the bank of the river was easily the biggest fur I had ever laid eyes on. He saw us approach and stood up, his heavy armour, which was made of a brass coloured metal, had a intricate design. No normal fur could wear such a large amount of thick steel! Protruding from the chest plate of his armour was the muzzle of a savage feral beast, the top row of its fangs hung over his stomach. Both shoulders bore a similar design.

The heavy armour clanked from the simplest motion. The armour covered his chest and shoulders, leaving a small portion of his mid-rift exposed. He wore a loin cloth made from the same metal and chain-mail, as well as matching gauntlets. The rest of him was covered in a thick white material which, from the creaking noises it made as he moved, sounded like leather.

"Good day Garr." Jan'Zar greeted the massive warrior.

"Good day my Lord."

"Lord?" I asked quietly, not intending on the word slipping out.

"Yes." Garr replied, turning his gaze at me.

I was now just a few yards away from him and I could clearly see that I only came up to his chest in height. He was taller than my my father Kaldor, broader as well, and far more muscular that any fur I had ever met. He was a literal wall of muscle. The white leather he wore over his body bulged and shifted with every simple motion he made. He must be twice my wieght, if not more, and thats without the heavy armour he wore!

"I have dedicated my life to serving the one who saved mine." He motioned to Jan'Zar who was now kneeling by the river washing her neck with the cool, refreshing water. "I was on the brink of death and she saved both me and my kin. To repay her I swore that I would serve her until my dying breath."

He looked like a feline of some sort, like a lion only he had four, long, black horns protruding from his head, and instead of a mane he had a thin strip of crimson fur that ran up his neck and onto the crown of his head. It stood upright in the form of short bloody spikes. The spikes seemed to glisten in the afternoon sun. So he had styled his hair that way, rather that it being its natural appearance I noted.

I had never seen, or even heard of a species like him. His scent was definitely predatory, but I couldn't clearly make out his scent under the scents of steel and leather that radiated off of his clothing. Standing this close to him made a deep primal fear scratch at the back of my mind.

"Oh... That's very honourable of you." That seemed to be the right thing to say. He smiled down at me.

"Garr has served me dutifully for centuries now. The finest warrior I have ever met."

"Centuries!?" I blurted. Just how old was he?!

"Hmm." Garr growled affirmatively in response to me exclamation. "Not only did she save my life, and the life of my family, she did me the honour of making me immortal. I don't grow older, or suffer from sickness and disease."

"He may be immortal, but he's not invincible!" She stated. "He can still be killed!"

Garr simply smiled at Jan'Zar's comment, as if amused by it.

"You think he's capable of killing me?" He asked.

"Huh? Me kill you?"

"Yes. I am here to train you." He replied.

Oh... fuck!

"What are you waiting for?" Jan'Zar snapped as she took a seat on a nearby bolder. "Get to it!"

"Woah!" I yelled running up to her. "Just what the hell is this all about?! Just what am I meant to be learning here?!"

She smiled down at me with a sinister grin. A grin that sent a cold shiver up and down my spine.

"You're going to learn how to survive."

"What are..." I didn't get a chance to finish my question as I heard movement behind me.

As I turned round all I could see was the mountain of muscle, Garr, standing over me with a massive war-hammer raised over his head with a single arm. I leapt away the split second before it struck the ground. The ground shook from the impact and where I had stood just a moment before was now a small crater! If that had hit me I'd be dead!

I eyed the weapon he held. It was a war-hammer, double headeded with the emblem of a avians skull in the center. Bone like wings extended from the skull, over the two heads of the hammer. The hammer was so large and heavy looking, I doubted I'd be able to lift it, let alone swing it! Yet he was able to wield it like I might a sword.

"Good reflexes." Jan'Zar mocked. "Now pick a weapon from the pile over there."

True enough by the bank of the river there was a large pile of weapons sitting on a blanket on the ground, where Garr had been sitting when we had arrived. I looked back at the pair and stood there unsure of what to do.

"If you would prefer to fight Garr without a weapon that's fine. You've got till I count to ten and then Garr will attack you until one of you is unable to continue. One."

"Shit!" I turned and ran for the pile of weapons.

"Two."

I dropped to my knees and looked for a weapon I could use. They all seemed to be appropriately sized for me. There were swords and axes of varing sizes, a shield a knife, a bow and a quiver of arrows and a spear.

"Three. Four."

I grabbed a metal spear from the pile and stood up to face Garr. As I turned I saw Jan'Zar smile.

"Ten!"

My eyes widened in disbelief as she unexpectedly skipped the remaining countdown. Garr launched himself towards me a moment later. He was not only huge, but fast! Not just surprisingly fast, but actually FAST! He covered the distance between us in a second, his powerful legs propelled him forwards, covering what would be five steps to me in a single bound! I leapt to the right, the hammer came so close to hitting me I actually felt the rush of air from it on my scales. As I turned to face him my muzzle was met by the back of his paw, and the hard steel of the gauntlet that covered it.

I was sent spinning through the air. I landed on the ground hard, the left side of my muzzle was throbbing and stinging. The taste of blood flooded my maw. The world around me spun as my vision blurred. All I could hear was high pitched ringing noise. I tried to get up, first getting on all fours and then attempting to stand but I fell back to ground again. My head was spinning from that last blow! Eventually I managed to get up, but even standing on one spot right now was a struggle as I couldn't find my balance. I felt something moving in my maw, I shifted it it around with my tongue and spat it out. A glob of bloody saliva hit the ground, and in the middle of it was one of my fangs!

"You're going to have to do better than that!" I heard Jan'Zar call out. "Garr!"

The huge mass of fur who was my opponent, responded to her command. He launched himself at me once again, but this time I had no hope of being able to dodge it. He barrelled into me and sent me flying. I hit the ground with a heavy thud, the impact driving the air out of me. I was completely overwhelmed! I looked up at the towering warrior standing over me. Moments later I passed out.

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I leapt to the left to avoid devastating attack from Garr's hammer as he swung it in a downward arc towards me. It struck the ground with a heavy thud. Nine days had passed since my first encounter with Garr. During those nine days I had sparred with him like this relentlessly. Jan'Zar watched as she always did. She always wore a grin during our spars, and I use the term 'spar' loosely, I felt like I was fighting for my life each and every time. She seemed to enjoy my struggle against the mountain of a warrior.

Garr's orange slitted eyes followed me as I dodged his attack. I had not come close to beating him. I was barely able to stay alive! One wrong move and that hammer could kill me with a single blow! I had been struck by that hammer numerous times during the course of our training, the results of which usually ended up with me having broken bones, or blood filling my lungs that one time he had caught me in the chest.

If it wasn't for the ample supply of healing water, the same water from the pool I had woken up in here in Aaru, I would have died numerous times from the injuries I'd suffered sparring with Garr. As much as it was a relief knowing that that water could heal any wound I could suffer at the paws of Garr, excluding that of a fatal strike, I did not want to drink it unless I had to. The pain that came with the rapid healing was more painful that the beatings I took to begin with. It left me in agony for hours after the wounds had healed.

He stepped towards me and swung his hammer in a horizontal arc. I leapt backwards, it missed me by mere inches. But Garr was fast! In our first few fights I was completely over whelmed by his speed. But I had since learned that most of his speed came from bursts of strength, rather than pure agility, which meant he was fast when moving in a straight line, but he was a little slower when turning on the spot.

As his hammer passed me by, I had to resist the urge to try and drive the tip of my spear into his exposed torso. I had tried that numerous times already, none of which I had ever managed to hit him with! He would move at the last second, either avoiding my blow entirely, or twisting his body so my spear bounced harmlessly off of his thick armour. If my spear didn't bounce harmlessly off his armour then he would grab me or the shaft of my spear before the attack could land. At this point I was certain that the way he left himself open was a lure to get me to attack. I backed away another two steps and readied myself.

"You can't win if you don't fight back!" Jan'Zar taunted.

She was right though. Right now I was just dodging and playing defence. Eventually I would either make a mistake or become worn out. Garr on the other paw showed no signs of fatigue despite the fact that we had been fighting now for a considerable length of time; not to mention the immense weight of his weapon and armour. I however, was quickly reaching my limit! In the next few minutes I wouldn't be able to keep up all the dodging and running I was having to do. I was already using my nen just to keep up with him!

Garr launched himself towards me and I raised my spear. He swung his hammer with an outstretched arm so it struck the tip of my spear. The force knocked the spear to the side and out of my grasp. With the spear knocked aside he barrelled shoulder first into me. I flew backwards onto the ground, tumbled head over heel until I finally came to a stop.

I coughed painfully as my lungs gasped for air. A massive paw grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me up off the ground and then tossed me several yards through the air effortlessly. I hit the ground hard. My ribs ached with pain I struggled to breath.

"Pitiful!" I heard Jan'Zar snarl.

"My Lord, he cannot be the one!" Garr snorted. "He can barely fight!"

"Davina assures me he is."

"That old wench?!" Garr snarled. "She may be old, but that does not make her wise!"

"I am with you on that one." She agreed. "But unfortunately the others believe her. So we are stuck here training this hopeless cause."

"Wh-what are you ta-lking... about?" I wheezed. "Who-'s Dav-ina?"

"No one you need concern yourself with. If you are able to talk then you are able to fight!" She snapped her fingers and I heard the heavy paw-falls of Garr approach me.

I rolled to my foot-paws, still not having caught my breath. He struck me with the back of his gauntlet cover paw across the muzzle. I spun and fell to the ground, the metallic taste of blood in my maw had become a familiar taste these days. I pushed myself up off the ground.

"You are unfit to be called a k'tan! So weak and pitiful! How could you ever protect anyone, let alone the mortal realm?" Garr snarled before punching me in the stomach as I attempted to stand once again on shaky legs. I grunted and fell to my knees, drool hung from my maw, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. "You think you can defeat the spirit within you, if you can't even beat me!?"

I couldn't help but agree with him. Against someone like him... I couldn't even protect myself, let alone anyone else. He was just too strong! Perhaps everyone else would be better off without me! I just couldn't see how I could beat him! He was stronger than me, faster even! Even when using my nen I was helpless against him. My bending barely even slowed him down, let alone wound him!

"Just go an curl up in a hole and die you pitiful worm!" He spat. "Save me the effort of killing such a worthless piece of shit!" He leaned down close to me to growl. "Your father must be a pathetic cum sack to spawn such a useless maggot like you! You're not even worth fucking!" He snorted. "It's a shame that your bitch of a mother is dead! I'd happily show her what a real male feels like!"

I felt anger tighten my chest. All my feelings of self doubt disappeared at my rage of his disrespect to my parents! My father was a great drake! A kind and strong, and a respected leader! The disrespect Garr had shown him had made me so angry I had been barely able to hold my anger in check! And as angry as I was at that he had spoken unkindly of my father, he had the audacity of speaking about my mother. No one speaks ill of her and gets away with it!

I pushed upwards and grabbed a horn on either side of Garr's head. As he tried to pull away he pulled me from the ground as well. I didn't let go of Garr and wrapped my legs round his neck and began to punch him with everything I had. I managed to land three good punches before he managed to push me away from him. I landed on all fours and he wasted little time in bringing his hammer to bear, raising it up over his head. I dashed between his legs and leapt onto his back, making a point of sinking my talons into his neck.

I smelt the blood before I saw it. He swung from side to side trying to shake free of me. He jumped backwards attempted to crush me against the trunk of a tree but I leapt off his back at the last moment. The tree shook from the impact; a loud crack echoed around us. I dashed towards him, and ducked under the massive fist that swung at me. I gathered all the nen I could muster into my fist and drove it into his exposed side, where his armour didn't protect him.

He grunted from my blow, but he didn't even stumble. Normally a blow like that would cause irreparable damage to someone who hadn't used their own nen to damped the blow. Garr couldn't use nen, but he didn't need to. It seemed that he, and the rest of his race, were immune to the harmful effects of nen.

He grabbed me by the shoulder and drove his armoured knee into my midsection. I was doubled over and, before I could stand upright, his arm came down across my back in a clubbing action which made me collapse to the ground.

"Fucker!" Garr grinned. "There might actually be a little bit of hope for you after all!"

I looked up at him from the ground. He was smiling down at me. Not in a condescending way either. It reminded me of how Aceh would smile at me, proud of me. Had he just said those things to provoke a reaction from me?

"About time!" Jan'zar huffed from the rock she was perched on.

I was definitely confused. I had done something that they had approved of but didn't completely understand what that was exactly.

"You attacked a superior opponent without any fear." She grinned menacingly. "All this time you've been fighting to survive, and trying not to get hurt. You can't win a fight against a superior opponent, and fear getting hurt!"

"You cast aside your fear of death, willing to sacrifice yourself in order to take me down." Garr offered me his paw. I took it gladly and he helped me to stand. "Quite a vicious fucker when you want to be!" He rubbed his neck where I had sunk my talons into him and drawn blood.

"Anger is a useful thing! It can help you over come your fears and limitations." Jan'Zar said seriously. "But anger dulls your blade, so you need to learn how to fight without it! But now that I know you have potential, we can move on to the next stage of your training!"

"Next stage?" I gawked.

I had heard Aceh use that term before. Usually it meant that my training was going to intensify and become more challenging. And from the way Garr and Jan'Zar were grinning I had no doubt that this would be no different. I shuddered to think at how they could make this training anymore difficult that it was already! I had just spent the last nine days getting my ass kicked by Garr. If it hadn't been for the healing water they had given me, I would be dead already!

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Day three of my new training had ended. We were back at camp. As Jan'Zar sat sharpening a sword, dinner simmered over the fire; a sweet soup made from the fruit of the trees around camp. Garr was tending to my injuries. He carefully pressed a large, waxy, green leaf over the wound on my chest, tying a vine around me to hold it in place around my chest. I had been struck across the chest by Jan'zar's halberd during our 'spar' earlier.

Since I had moved on to actual training, not simply acting as Garr's personal practise dummy, the last three days had been more intense, but at least I felt I was learning something. The Deity of War herself had taken the time to spar with me in between my bouts with Garr, although just like with Garr it felt like I was fighting for my life. The first two days I had been cut, stabbed and sliced dozens of times, requiring the healing water unless I was going to spend days recovering from the wounds. The gash on my chest hurt but wasn't going to be an issue so long as it didn't get infected.

The combination of crushed leaves and ingredients that had been spread over my wound would seal up the shallow wound on my chest over night as the wound was not that deep. Or at least Garr assured me that it would. I was willing to give it a try. A night without the agonising pain caused by the healing water sounded pretty damn good right now!

A sharp, stabbing pain struck my chest as Garr tugged on the vine to secure the leaf in place. The pain was gone in a moment, but it seemed I wouldn't have a pain free night after all, but at least it would be an improvement.

"You're late!" Jan'Zar snarled.

I turned round to see who she was speaking to. To my surprise and delight it was Callen! The hulking form of the wolf emerged from the tree line. As he approached the camp I couldn't help but stare at him. The way his muscles shifted with each movement. Garr was more muscular than Callen, but there was just something about how perfectly proportioned he was. Over his shoulders he carried a number of feral birds. There must have been at least a dozen of them, far more than I'd expect to feed four of us, but I remembered at that moment just how ravenous Garr was. He always ate more than both Jan'Zar and myself combined every night.

"Don't blame me because you started cooking early!" Callen countered as he dumped the poultry on the ground next to his sister. He looked at me and smiled. "Sa'ormai nat'yarr veri kartak jum'lao'jum."

The sudden change in language let me know that he was speaking privately with his sister, probably about me, though I was still in earshot. I felt left out, a little sad that he didn't trust me enough to listen to whatever he had to say.

"Sa lu'crar yu'ii." She shot me a look that was aggressive, and yet somehow held a glimmer of kindness.

I wonder if that kindness for me or her brother? I doubted that she'd admit to either. Suddenly I realised why I had suffered so few injuries today! She knew that Callen would be joining us tonight. So the real question was, did she go easy on me as a favour to Callen? Or was it for my benefit?

Just seeing Callen standing there was enough for my crotch to start tingling in need. I hadn't had a chance for any relief since the last time I'd seen Callen. Every spare moment was taken up with training, or the agonising pain from the healing water. I hadn't realised how pent up I actually was up till that point! I worried that the moment I caught a whiff of his scent I would pop a boner! Even the strong yet gentle feel of Garr's paws were beginning to arouse me, now that I was aware of my need.

I waved at him, unable to go over to him as Garr was still tending to my other wounds. All of them were minor, with no immediate risk to my life; so long as they didn't become infected. Callen smiled and waved back before sitting down and helping Jan'zar prepare dinner. By the time Garr was finished Callen and Jan'zar had dinner well underway. The sweet soup had been made in anticipation of Callens catch to act as a sauce for the meat. The sweet liquid had a sour after-taste, which complimented the gamey taste of the meat perfectly.

The meal was delicious! The juicy meat had been the best thing I'd eaten for a long time now. Since I had been taking the healing water every night, I had always been in too much pain to eat. I would only eat in the mornings. I had expressed my concerns after the first couple of days over the lack of food I'd been eating, but Jan'zar and Garr assured me that the water was not only healing my wounds, but ensured I was perfectly healthy in regards to nutrition, which they explained afterwards meant I wouldn't need to eat anything, other than to stifle my hunger so long as I kept taking the water.

I had missed real food so much! Breakfast was some form of gruel every morning, with a few berries mixed in for flavour. Some times not. It was filling, and far from the worst thing I'd eaten in my life, but it was not a meal anyone could say they would look forward to.

After dinner we all sat and talked. I sat as close to Callen as I dared to. His scent was intoxicating! The heat that radiated from him felt hotter than the fire we sat around! I wanted him so badly! But I couldn't just steal him away. I had no doubt that he could smell my arousal but I didn't care! I wanted him and I wanted him to know it!

I don't know how long it was, minutes or hours later, but the sun had long set and the stars above shone brightly above us. I had been lost in my thoughts, my desires of spending the night with Callen. Drinking in his scent as he sat next to me and talked with his sister and Garr about topics I paid little attention to. It was only when he stood up I was brought back to reality.

"I'm going to head to bed." He grinned and looked down at me. "Are you going to join me?"

I simply nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and followed in his wake. I could feel the gazes of Jan'zar and Garr on my back. I could picture their knowing smiles. The amusement flickering in their eyes! They knew what was going to happen, there was no way they couldn't, but I didn't give a damn! I hadn't realised how much I'd needed this until I'd seen him!

"It seems my sister has been quite rough on you." Callen said as he turned.

I crushed myself into him, pressing my snout into the thick fur of his chest and breathed deeply of his scent. This is what I had been missing all this time. I murred happily as he wrapped his arms around me. How had I survived all this time without him? How did I sleep without his scent all around me? It was like I had found a missing part of me. A void inside me had been filled.

"Well, well. I guess you missed me." I just nodded, not wanting to create any separation between us. "Poor drake." He cooed, stroking my head fur affectionately. "Callen will make it all better."

His paws slipped down to our waists and skilfully undid both our loin cloths. Once they had fallen to the ground he turned and we gently lowered ourselves to the ground. He lay atop me, staring down into my eyes with his, the shimmer like the sun in the darkness.

He lowered his muzzle to mine and we shared a gentle, yet passionate kiss. I almost came right then with the sensation of his tongue against mine. I ran my paws through his pelt, loving the thickness of it, the softness of the fur combined with the hardness of the muscles beneath. I let him control the pace, even though I wanted him to hurry up and shove his cock under my tail and breed me. But he was in complete control, he had seized it with nothing more than his tongue.

He was my alpha. Now and forever. Just thinking of him telling him that made me flush with embarrassment. To think like that about a wolf... he may not be a true wolf, but he certainly looked like on! But it didn't matter. All that mattered was him. But I couldn't tell him, his tongue was currently wrapped around my own. But I was sure I didn't need to tell him with words, my actions would be telling him everything he'd need to.

I may have submitted control to him but that did not mean I could not show him what I wanted. I wrapped my legs around his hips, exposing myself to him. He pressed his own arousal against mine and gently ground them together teasingly. Even that was nearly enough for me to blow my load all over both of us. But I managed to hold back. I didn't want it to end too soon.

He broke the kiss but didn't stop kissing me. His tongue ran along my muzzle and down onto my neck where licked and nibbled at my exposed neck. I turned my head to show my complete submission to him. I was his to do with as he pleased. I don't think I could have even tried to stop him if he had sank those powerful jaws of his into the soft flesh of my neck. But he didn't. His tongue moved lower and reach my nipples, where he knew he would get a reaction out of me. As his tongue ran over my nipple I could feel my cock throb with each stroke of his tongue. Why wouldn't he just fuck me already?!

Almost as if he had heard my desperate plea, I felt his hips shift and the hot point of his shaft shift and sit against my tail-hole. I gasped and tried to relax, reaching down with my paw to help guide it into me. On the third attempt the tip of his shaft entered me, followed quickly by several more inches of his hot flesh.

My cock jumped and spurted a large amount of pre-cum, but I managed to stop myself from cumming there and then. But it would not take long. Already my stomach was already slick with the pre-cum leaking from my needy shaft.

"That's my good bitch." He growled lustily.

I don't know why, but why he called me 'his' my heart fluttered, even when he called me a bitch. Normally I didn't care for dirty talk, but when he did it, with that rough, throaty growl, it turned me on.

"You like my cock inside you don't you? Nothing more than a dirty, little cock slut!" He growled quietly to me. Again I loved the way his voice sounded, sending vibrations through my body. I just nodded and moaned, using my legs to pull his hips into mine, sinking his thick shaft further inside me. "Eager aren't we? You know your place, don't you? You're mine!"

He thrust his hips forward and made me gasp and moan as I felt the thick knot at the base of his shaft press against my tail-hole. If I had the ability to talk right then I would have begged him to breed me. To fill me up with his seed. I felt like a dirty little slut. I wanted him... needed him to cum in me. I wanted him to mark me as his in every way possible.

Time passed. What was only mere seconds, felt like several eternities before he began moving his hips once more. He bred me long and slow. Teased me with his tongue, taunted me with his words, and all the while I was his eager bitch. Happy so long as his cock was inside of me. I lost myself in the moment. Time had no meaning here, only Callen did. I fought back my own climax, not wanting to have my release until finally, he came inside of me. His body tensed and shuddered as he came, his knot wedged tightly within me. I felt the warmth grow within me, and that sensation was all it took for me to cum.

My cock exploded without ever being touched. Countless ropes of thick cum coated our stomachs and chests. One rope of cum even splattered me under the chin. If I cried out in ecstasy I don't remember. My maw was wide as I came, but I didn't know if I made any noise. When his body slumped against mine he kissed me again. With his warmth over me and within me, the cloudy warmth of my after glow washed over me. I don't remember anything after that until I woke the next morning.