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~ Chapter 19: Friends in Low Places ~

Erasmus kept his hood pulled low as he and Fenton trailed after Breeze through the narrow Gohdren streets. The wolf was in turn following a lean coyote with a missing eye, his paw always achingly close to the wicked dagger hooked into his belt.

Breeze's gamble had been more than correct. Not half a day after he brutalised Solomon's lackeys at Fletcher's Bulls-Eye did one of the crime lord's inner-city men appear. He said if Breeze wanted a chat with his boss so bad, he could have it. Erasmus thought it to be perhaps one of the worst ideas they'd had yet, but Breeze wasn't one to be dissuaded.

And so the trio had filed into the city. Erasmus had expected a secret passageway to be revealed, much like the method they used to escape Niverron during the siege. A hidden tunnel dug under the wall, a false bookshelf, something like that. Instead the coyote had simply walked up to the city guards idling at the gates and given them a small scrap of paper. They were then waved on through without a second thought. It had been a long time since Erasmus was in Lyskirk, and he'd forgotten just how corrupt it truly was.

Presently, soft rain pattered down on the otter's hood, an icy gale catching the corners of his cloak and tugging them back. It grew colder the closer they came to the docks, the smell of salt from the sea and soot from the factories heavy in the air. The cobbled roads were more densely packed than back in Hieron, and Erasmus couldn't shake the claustrophobic sensation they were being watched. He would have sworn every other face glanced suspiciously toward him, sneers at the ready, daggers close behind.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He whispered to Breeze, for what felt like the dozenth time.

"Not at all." The wolf murmured over a shoulder. "But it's the only one I've got, and it's too late to turn back now." That always shut Erasmus up, because try as he might, there seemed no other way to get to someone like Estrion; the Kirkan guard was simply too far up the chain. The otter shuddered, imagining what Breeze was going to do when they caught up with Richeleau and the Captain. He'd never realised the wolf was so possessive over Abigail, always imagined Breeze saw her as a frustratingly needy piece of cargo.

Does he love her like a father? He wondered, as the group were led down a flight of concrete steps and onto a desolate jetty by the bay. He talks like a father scorned, but the look in his eyes is like one of an opium addict. Like he's been split down the middle. Erasmus now couldn't help thinking of Breeze as two people sharing one body, always fighting for control. They had the same memories and skills, the same voice and knowledge, but the way they approached things was utterly different. There was, of course, Breeze himself. He was the large, quiet, cynical, and sardonically amusing wolf Erasmus had dragged out of the Madlands all those months ago. Breeze was gentle at heart, he regretted his mistakes and used violence only when it was forced of him. He wanted a quiet life, nothing more.

The otter had come to think of the other as the Witchborn. The Witchborn was the person Breeze had been, years before, when he still travelled with that warlord, Slaugh Morningbreaker. Where Breeze was gentle and protective, the Witchborn was coarse and aggressive. He solved everything with bloodshed, revelled in the chaos of war, delighted in the snuffing of lives. It was like he was some fantastical barbarian villain from a fairy-tale. That person terrified Erasmus beyond anything else. Partly because he simply didn't know what it was capable of, and partly because he was scared that Breeze would eventually descend totally into that nightmarish persona.

"We're here." The coyote said, stopping before a large wrought-iron door. He rapped on it, gave his name, then stepped aside. With a thick metal crunch, it slid open to reveal another flight of polished black tile stairs trailing down. Warmth wafted out with the smells of honey and wine.

"Just go on? He's there?" Breeze asked.

"What you wanted, innit wolfie?" He gave a grin that was short a few teeth, the ones that remained yellow and rotting. "Say hello."

Breeze glanced back at Erasmus, shrugged, then began his descent. The otter exchanged a look with Fenton, then the two followed. The door swung shut behind them, the echoing clang of it bouncing down the stairway as they reached the bottom floor. The ground was rich mahogany boards, and the small reception area was lined with barrels oozing with the aroma of aging wine and whiskey. Several shadowed figures stood to the sides of the room, some cradling crossbows, the others with knives. There were several doors and archways leading out of the reception, but one of the armoured men gestured for the group to head through a plain looking door on the far side. They pushed through, and Erasmus found they had wandered into a long office-like room. The floorboards were covered up with rich high-pile blue carpet, the walls adorned with meticulously dust-free bookshelves. Across from the door sat a tall dark oak desk, sparsely occupied save for a few bottles of alcohol and some loose papers.

Behind the desk sat a large tiger, the fat clinging to his body draped over firm muscles. He lounged in his seat like a king, one huge paw held before his face. He wore a fine leather jerkin, and several gold bands and bracelets around his wrists, a pawful of matching necklaces clasped about his neck. Beneath his coat he wore a plain flannel shirt, buttoned only halfway up his chest, a thick wad of white fluff poking free from the top.

"So, you're the crazy fucker what infirmed five of my buffer-boys." He said, his voice heavily accentuated, stretching out the vowels and leaning hard on the consonants. "My lad said you was hopin' to claim an audience wit' me, and I can tell you, Mister Crazy-Fuck, that that there is a precious thing these days."

"Yet here we are." Breeze said. Erasmus fidgeted in place, glancing around at the ridiculous room. Only now did he see that the walls not crammed with fanciful books had expensive-looking oil paintings hung. It was a shrine to opulence, and he felt sick in the strong-smelling too-warm space.

"Yet here." The bulky tiger tapped his meaty paw on the flat of the desk. "You are, indeed. You must be from out of town, are you from out of town?" He waved the question away. "Don't answer, I can tell from your magnanimous simple accent that you're a northman, a mad-lander, a savage barbarian from those freezing wastes we call lawless. But they ain't lawless, are they madman?"

"Depends who you ask."

Solomon cracked a grin, and Erasmus noted that one of his long fangs was silver. "Indeed, indeed. There's an order to be respected, traditions set, heirless kings born in bloodshed and good old fashioned camaraderie." He laughed snidely. "It's a shit way to live, you ask me. I've employed my fair share of northerners in the past I 'ave, I know you lot work hard and bloody, you get the jobs done. So that fact, combined with how many of my boys you done permanently disabled just for my attention, got my curiosity. Snagged it... like a little fish taking the bait."

"You want me to grovel?" Breeze asked, rolling his neck. "Not really my style. You need something done, I got something I want, simple trade, no games."

"Don't you fear me, northman?"

"I'm only afraid of things I can't understand."

"You think I'm predictable then, that it?" The tiger put all his weight onto the arm of his chair, pressed himself into a standing position, and grabbed a nearby cane to support himself. He held up his other paw, splaying his fingers. "You know, Mister Crazy-Fuck, that I once performed very rudimentary stigmata on a man just for saying he might cross me if the pay was decent. I took some big fuckin' nails, meant for carcasses you know, and I drove them through each of his little paws, left him up there a couple days. It was right in public, down near the marketplace. Didn't nobody dare take him down for weeks. My name carries some weight 'round here it does."

"I need to get to one of the Kirkan Guard Captains. He's taken something that belongs to me." Breeze replied. "A favour for a favour. You get me to Estrion, I'll do something you need, simple as that, no strings."

Solomon laughed. His belly shook, and he scratched beneath his chin. "Oh, if only it were ever that simple. What kind of assurances you gonna afford me if I were to accept?"

"Got any northern boys working for you now?"

"Some, p'haps."

"Ask 'em if they know the name Witchborn."

The tiger paused, chewing on his tongue, staring Breeze down. "I ain't need to ask any'a my boys 'bout that particular name. Scourge of the north, orphan-maker, all that. Think I don't know one'a the most infamous names up yonder?" He shuffled around his desk by the cane, lumbering up to Breeze. Even semi-crippled, with a pudgy gut, the tiger projected such an air of raw authority that Erasmus quivered in place. The wolf remained standing, eyes locked with the crime lord. "You know how many northerners I had come in claimin' they're the fuckin' Witchborn?"

"I'm the real one."

"Know how many said that_too?" Breeze only shrugged. "Tell you what, since I am truly beginning to mellow my disposition in this old age. There's an old friend'a mine... ah, well I _call him a friend but in truth 'tween you-and-me he's a right fuckin' cunt he is. Name's Daldon Crowe, right fuckin' embarrassment. He owns several'a the pubs down on the south side, and I own several there m'self. Now Crowe and I been squabbling over this land too long now, and we've each done and bashed in the 'eads of enough barkeeps by now. So he's gone and suggested we settle this the ol' northern way, with a right pit-fight. He's got himself some mad-lander with one'a your fuckin' names even. Now, I was set on backstabbin' him, then tossing his lot in the docks and finally washing my paws'a the prick, but you got me thinkin', maybe I ought to win this here duel."

"Lotta words to say you want me to be your champion." Breeze said. "Any idea who this 'mad-lander' is?"

Solomon waved his paw around. "Thomas the Nail, or some such." Erasmus frowned, the name clicked something in the far back of his mind.

Didn't Mother san Nostrum say that Breeze had killed Nail back in Hieron? He thought. 'He killed Empty-Heart, made a slave of Yisa the Betrayer, killed Nail; those were folk with bones, it doesn't mean much to you soft southerners, but they were to be feared!'

"Nail's dead." Breeze growled. "This Crowe's got himself a pretender."

"Aye, maybe." Solomon acquiesced. "An mind you, he's a Crowe but he ain't a crow, take my mean. Either way, he's got himself a nail."

"Sure." Breeze shifted his weight. "Win your pit fight, then you get me Estrion. That's a deal I'll take."

Solomon put up two splayed paws. "Hol' up, hol' up. I still ain't one-hundred percent convinced you is what you say you is. After all, what're the chances of someone of your apparent fame just wanderin' on into a place like this, offering up a favour to me right when I need it? I tell you now Mister Crazy-Fuck, you bugger me over and I will take out all your bones one by fuckin' one."

"I'll win." The sureness in Breeze's voice sent a freezing spike through Erasmus's chest.

One of these days, you_won't. You're not invincible Breeze._

"You fuckin' better." Solomon cried. "Tell you what. Supposing you win, all is well in the world. Now supposing you don't, Nail'll probably kill you anyways. If that happens, I'll be down an awful lot of money and effort, so I'll repay you; starting with killin' these two fools by dragging their guts up their fuckin' throats. Then I'll find Estrion, find whatever it is he's got you want, and I will FUCKING SMASH IT!" He roared the last few words, spittle flying into Breeze's unflinching snout.

"Leave them out of it." Breeze said, glancing back. "Just our deal. If I lose, do whatever you want to me."

"No, you ain't one to go on and hoodwink me." Solomon replied, grinning maliciously. "What's this Estrion got you want so bad, anyhow, wolf?" He held a fist up. "And I'd think you'd know better than to try and misdirect my affections now."

"A pup." Breeze replied after a moment, one lip curling. "Little fox pup, does it matter? You get me to him, I'll do the rest. I won't lose your fight, it's all there is."

"I'm just curious, s'all."

"Well keep your fucking curiosity to yourself." Breeze hissed, edging closer.

"Testy are we?" The tiger grinned again. "Don't want your little girl growin' up in a nicer life, eh? How'd the Witchborn end up a right bloody father, huh? You consider she might be a tad happier without someone of your... ah, reputation... in her life?"

Before Erasmus realised what had happened, Breeze had slammed himself into the tiger, seizing him by the coat and pushing him against the desk.

"Breeze, no!" The otter cried, grabbing hold of the wolf's arm and failing to even budge it. He felt the muscles bulging beneath his jacket, the deep growl sounding in his throat.

"It's not about what's better!" The wolf snarled, teeth dangerously close to Solomon's nose. "That fox stole from me! Nobody fucking steals from me! That pup is mine, and I will gut_anyone who tries to get between me getting her back! If you won't help me, I'll start with _you."

There was a moment of silent tension. Erasmus clutching Breeze's arm, Solomon staring back at Breeze, Fenton pressed against the wall.

The tiger laughed. "Well, I dare-say you're quite the determined fella." His chuckle was snuffed like a candle. "Now let go'a me northman, my patience only stretches so far."

Breeze did, taking two steps back. Erasmus also shuffled away, standing near Fenton.

Is that really how you feel? He wondered. Is that Breeze or the Witchborn talking?

"Breeze, was it?" Solomon glanced to Erasmus, who nodded. "Well. You've got the motivation, and I'll afford you one infraction on the grounds you're an uneducated, insane fucking northman. You touch me again though and I'll take both y'paws from yer arms, you understand?" He snorted, clapping his own paws together. "And so I declare us friends! We got ourselves a deal, or do you have any further objections? Can I say we're friends now, Mister Crazy-Fuck Witchborn?"

"Friends." Breeze demurred.

"Friends!" Solomon declared, turning and seizing the nearest whiskey bottle. He measured out four glasses, passed them around. "You better win that duel, I hear that Nail's a nasty cunt. Till then, can't have you staying anywhere but my own damn hotels!" He showed a row of beaming teeth. "I own 'em all anyway."

Paw shaking, Erasmus drank.

~ X ~

"Do you really think like that?" Erasmus asked, paws flat on his knees. They'd been given three rooms between them, but here he was alone with the big wolf all the same, sitting on the edge of his bed. It felt dangerous, being here by himself. Nobody to see, nobody to interrupt whatever... happened.

"Think like what?" Breeze asked, tugging off his jacket and turning back, crossing his arms across the front of his tunic.

"What you said back at the docks, to Solomon." The otter replied. "That it's not about what's better."

"Oh." Breeze looked at his feet. "I don't know."

Erasmus shifted in place, the back of his neck tingling, his stomach unsettled. It felt awkward to be alone with Breeze, dangerous almost. His thoughts drifted back to what had happened in their tent outside the city, recalling what it felt like to put his paw on the wolf's warm, bulging crotch. He didn't know what was going to happen, or even if he wanted it to - either way, something loomed on the horizon. Erasmus felt a clawing inevitability drawing nearer, and he had no power to stop it, no matter what he wished.

"You know that we have to give Abigail up at the end of this?" He asked, picking his nails if only to avoid looking at Breeze. "I keep forgetting. Eventually we'll get to Astmoor, cross the Predator Strait and give her over. She'll be with her real family; she might bring an end to the hundred-years; won't that be better?" He finally looked up. Breeze looked wounded, his ears fallen, his face limp.

It's definitely you in there. Erasmus thought. But how long until the other one comes back?

"I suppose it will." Breeze said, swallowing. "I hope I haven't scared you."

"No, no, never." Erasmus lied, a little too quickly. Breeze pushed off from the bench he was leant against, walking closer, stopping right before the otter. Erasmus could smell him, the thick rustic scent of him almost aggressively invasive.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Erasmus mumbled, eyes level with the wolf's hips. He quickly glanced down again, hot shame flooding his cheeks. He was shaking, trembling, thoughts running wild. He wasn't sure he wanted it to happen, but he also knew if it didn't he'd be crushed. "What if you don't win the fight?" He could barely think it.

"I'll win." Breeze paused, paws resting on hips, still so very close to Erasmus's face.

"If you don't?"

"I will." The wolf smiled, and when Erasmus looked up he was suddenly reminded of just how big Breeze was. He towered over everyone, even other wolves, with ease. "Even if Crowe's champion really is Nail, I beat him once before, I can do it again."

"Did you win without getting hurt?" Erasmus asked, cocking his head. Breeze shrugged, reached down, lifted the hem of his shirt. The otter saw the healing mound of his latest injury, and then a few inches above it, a long knot of long-healed flesh. Breeze's finger traced a small circle around the old wound.

"Not exactly."

"I don't want you to die!" The otter finally exclaimed. His eyes felt hot, his chest tight. "I just. I don't want it. You're... one of the only people who really sees me. Even to Inquisitor Morgan I was always another of his tools, even my own father saw me that way. But not you."

Breeze shuffled even closer. He moved a great paw, laid it gently on the back of Erasmus's head. His thumb cautiously stroked the top of the otter's skull, itching near his ears. "You're a very gentle soul, you know?"

"I..." Erasmus found he didn't know how to respond to that. He pushed his head into Breeze's paw, terrified by the thought this might never happen again, scared he would watch the wolf die in that pit, just plain scared that suddenly Breeze would change his mind. Breeze shuffled even closer, his crotch achingly close to the otter's face. The wolf's free paw cupped Ras's chin, lifted it up, and then suddenly Breeze was bent over kissing him.

He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but kiss back, one of his paws reaching and squeezing Breeze's wrist, his chest tightening, gut contorting. His other paw went up to the wolf's pants, pushing down right where Ras figured the sheath would be. The efforts were reward with a soft grunt from the big wolf, and a firm swelling beneath the fabric. They broke apart, each panting slightly. Ras felt like his heart was about to break the bones in his chest.

"Do you..." Breeze began, and Erasmus quickly nodded.

"Yes." He said, quickly. Breeze took his paw back from the otter's head, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his trousers and carefully easing them down.

Erasmus bit his lip as he watched the coarse fur of Breeze's sheath slowly reveal itself, a tapered red tip poking free of the lighter grey fur. The wolf let his trousers drop around his ankles, reaching down and squeezing the base of his cock, breathing heavily through his nose. Erasmus leaned in, taking in the strong scent of Breeze's musk, still shaking slightly. He carefully reached out, almost worried that if he went too fast, the big wolf would suddenly stop. Fingers twitching, Erasmus put his paws on Breeze's hips, one of them drawing down and gently cupping his large balls. His other traced across the wolf's waistline, running his fingers through the thick fur, squeezing and exploring where he could.

Breeze sighed as Ras tugged gently on his balls, one of his paws going to rest on the otter's shoulder.

"Have you... done this before?" He asked. Erasmus shook his head.

"No. Not really. I've only..." He swallowed audibly, throat closing up as his wandering paw drew closer to the base of Breeze's thick sheath. "Thought about it." The tips of his fingers closed around the thick mass, feeling it throb slightly, a tiny drip of precum oozing from the tip as another centimetre slid out from the grey fur. He was surprised at how warm the dick felt, and felt his own body relaxing as he let his paw touch more and more of Breeze's growing cock. Erasmus was shocked at the size of it; it was probably an easy seven inches, and the knot wasn't even showing yet. Besides the length, Breeze's cock was much thicker than Erasmus's, wide enough near the base that when he wrapped his index finger and thumb around, they did not touch. Mystified and utterly captivated, the otter ran his thumb up the underside of Breeze's dick, listening carefully to the wolf's soft moans.

"Are you hard?" Breeze asked quietly, and Ras realised he'd almost completely forgotten about himself. Blushing, he reached down and realised he was, incredibly.

"Yes." He admitted. Breeze stepped around so he was standing front-on to the otter.

"Show me." He said, putting his big paws on the otter's shoulders.

Leaving Breeze's wolfhood alone for the moment, Erasmus reached down and felt about his trousers. He slowly undid the ties, bouncing once as he slid them down to his thighs with a short jerk. His own pink cock stood fully erect, his cream coloured sheath puddled around the base like a discarded shirt.

Erasmus then eagerly returned to Breeze's cock. He still couldn't believe they were both here, dicks exposed, touching each other. He wanted the moment to last forever. He worked his paw steadily at Breeze, trying to remember what felt good on himself, finding he could barely think of anything that wasn't happening right before his eyes. He gave his own cock a quick squeeze, letting out a slight groan as he sped up on the wolf. With a tiny gasp, the wolf nudged his hips forward, his cock glistening with pre, sheath drawn back to fully expose his red length.

Erasmus tentatively licked his lips, glancing up at Breeze. "Can I...?" He asked, unsure how best to proceed. The big wolf answered by snaking a firm paw around the back of the otter's head, gently tugging his face into his crotch. Chest seizing, Ras opened his lips and let Breeze's dick slide onto his tongue, whiskers twitching as he cautiously sucked on the tip.

"Ah... Ras..." Breeze growled through gritted teeth, his fingers pulling on the otter's hazel neck fur. Feeling emboldened by the moans, Erasmus put one paw on Breeze's thigh, planting the other around the base of his dick. He pulled his head back, trying to remember what he'd done in all those fantasies the last few months. He heard the wolf suck in a sharp breath. "Careful, your teeth."

"Sorry." Erasmus mumbled, pulling back and blushing. He felt his face go hot, but pushed back onto the shiny red dick anyway. He let Breeze guide his pace, sliding back and forth on the length, feeling his own pink cock throb from excitement, precum leaking down his front. Letting himself relax, Erasmus ran his tongue over the slit at Breeze's tip, curling it around the tapered head and then pushing down, getting as close to the sheath as he could manage. He came close to coughing several times, but held the urge in check nonetheless.

"Fuck, Ras." Breeze hissed. "That's so good, don't stop." The otter pulled on Breeze's balls again, picking up his pace, letting his tongue do most of the work at the dick. It was so warm and slick inside his muzzle, and he took every opportunity offered to swallow another batch of pre.

Finally, he tugged himself off, biting his lip and still tasting the salty-sweet of Breeze. "Well." He said, panting slightly.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself." Breeze said with a grin, before pushing Erasmus onto his back. The otter slid up the bed a little as Breeze crawled on top of him, pressing their cocks together and squeezing to the sound of two intertwined moans.

"Ah... Breeze... I can't believe... Ugh..." Erasmus groaned, squirming in place as the big wolf held him down, one arm across his chest like a bar of iron. He whimpered as Breeze's paw released them, taking his attention to Erasmus's. He felt the wolf gather the shroud of his sheath with his fingers, sliding it up his length, drawing it down, pacing his squeezes as he went. "Ah, gah." Was all he could say as one of Breeze's coarse finger-pads slipped inside the sheath itself, teasing around the length, stretching it out.

"Feels good, huh?" He murmured, and the otter only nodded, biting his bottom lip. Erasmus then raised his own paws, laying them first against Breeze's stonewall chest, running them through the thick fur on his pectorals, touching and feeling every twitching muscle over his shoulders.

"You're so strong." He whispered, as his paws linked together behind Breeze's neck.

"I'll keep you safe." Breeze replied, leaning down to kiss the smaller man. As their lips met, the wolf's paw descended from Erasmus's cock, cradling his tight balls, before circling them and going lower, tickling his taint. Erasmus giggled into the kiss as he felt the unfamiliar sensation, the fingers going further still, working between his cheeks and finding his tail-hole.

"Oh." He gasped, naturally angling his hips as Breeze's index finger pushed carefully inside. The pre he'd collected around the otter's dripping dick was smeared around his hole, lubricating it as Breeze worked one, then two fingers gently inside him, each knuckle more causing the otter to clench down in a panic.

"Just relax." The wolf murmured into his neck, kissing and nipping at him. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"It..." Erasmus swallowed. "...does." He tried to will himself to relax, but he kept panicking, closing himself around Breeze's thick digits. He felt them inside himself, spreading out, exploring his walls, turning and twisting, making room.

"Tell me," Breeze groaned, grinding his cock into the groove where Erasmus's thigh met his groin. "When you're ready." He pulled his hips back, pushing the two fingers in deep again, faster this time.

"I'm ready, now, I want it." The otter whined. Breeze pulled his fingers out, repositioning himself and angling his cock lower. Erasmus tried to accommodate, tilting his arse up and raising his legs.

"You do, huh?" Breeze asked, lighting dragging the tip of his wet cock between Erasmus's cheeks. Every time the tapered end glanced across his hole, the otter gasped, the air in his lungs tightening.

"Yes."

"Really?" Breeze pushed the slightest amount of his tip in, exhaling as Erasmus instinctually tightened around it. The otter felt frenzied now, his rear uncomfortably empty. He wanted to be filled.

"Yes, yes Breeze, I want it." The wolf then pulled his cock back, letting it rest just between Ras's cheeks.

"Say please." He chuckled. Erasmus was so riled up from his intense arousal, he didn't even bother scoffing.

"Please." He whined. "Please put your cock in me, Breeze."

The wolf bit his lip, guiding his thick dick to Erasmus's hole and slowly pushing in. The otter dug his fingernails into Breeze's back as he slid in, suddenly terrified at the length and girth of the wolf cock. He felt his hole being split apart by a throbbing warmth, and couldn't help himself from panting as Breeze pulled back, then thrust in again. It hurt, tiny spikes of pain blossoming outward from his rear, fingers raking into the wolf's back fur. At the same time, it felt incredibly good, a strong and intense sensation like nothing Erasmus had ever felt before.

As Breeze pulled back for another steady thrust, the otter realised what he was feeling. There was no war here, no violence or history or mission to cross the world, there was no Witchborn, only Breeze and Erasmus, their bed the entire world.

"I love you." He whispered, letting out a throaty groan as Breeze thrust into him again. It was as deep as the wolf had gone yet, and Erasmus was shocked at how full and pushed out his insides felt. "How far in are you?" He asked, glancing down and seeing only his own cock, pressed to Breeze's stomach and smearing it with pre.

The wolf pulled back again. "That was about halfway."

"Only half?" Erasmus gasped, a shudder running through him as the wolf slammed his hips in again.

"Not including my knot." The wolf paused, growling in pleasure. "I'm not... ah... sure you could take that much."

"I want to." Erasmus moaned, as Breeze began to speed up, each thrust driving his cock deeper bit by bit. The otter felt his insides relax, felt himself calm and give into the heavy rocking of it. He let out a whimper as Breeze pulled himself almost entirely out, before crying wordlessly as the wolf slammed nearly his whole length back in.

Breeze kept the pace steady now, back and forth, back and forth, his length slick as it hammered into Erasmus. The otter could feel something slapping up against his hole at the base of the wolf's dick, roughly the size of a fist, pulsing and round. The muscles in his thighs and crotch tightened at just the thought of that thing going inside him, but he wanted it, wanted Breeze's cum to be locked into him, to take as much of the wolf as there was.

It might be his only chance.

Breeze's pace was slowing, devolving into slow arcs, his knot pressing firmly against Erasmus's entrance but never going further.

"I'm getting... close." The wolf hissed. Ras squeezed his own cock, felt his fingers come away wet, and realised he was nearly there too.

"Knot me." He insisted.

"What?!" Breeze exclaimed, pausing momentarily.

"No, don't stop." The otter demanded, biting down on his bottom lip. "Put your knot in me. Breeze, please. I need it."

"Are... are you..."

"Yes! Fuck!" Erasmus cried, letting his head turn back as Breeze's cock drove deeper, itching parts inside himself he didn't know were there. The wolf pushed his muzzle into Erasmus's neck, slowing his pace but adding more force. With each thrust the knot hit his entrance, pushing a little more in, stretching a tiny bit extra.

"It has to go in one go. I'm too swollen to go slow." Breeze said.

"Yes, yes." Erasmus moaned.

Breeze drove deep, pausing, his knot weighing down on Erasmus's hole. After a brief moment, he pushed further, the otter's entrance forced apart, pain burning around the edges. Erasmus cried out, and a second later Breeze popped inside. They both gasped, and Breeze sunk his teeth into Erasmus's shoulder, not enough to rend flesh but enough to hold him firm. Erasmus put a paw on his own stomach and felt a slight bulge in it, the sensation in his ass massive. He felt completely filled, and each of the micro-thrusts Breeze gave inside him sent waves of pleasure running through him.

Breeze growled deeply as he came, the hot cum filling Erasmus even more, sealed inside by the thick knot. The thought of Breeze's cock shooting ropes of cum into him sent Erasmus over the edge. Without even touching his cock, he let out a cry as a long jet fired from his tip, splashing against Breeze's chest, several other thick spurts following close behind. He was powerless to do anything but moan as his balls drained onto the wolf, rope after rope of cum splashing between them.

Finally, Breeze collapsed with a huff, pushing the air out from Erasmus's lungs. The two laid there for a while, panting, each totally drained in every sense of the term.

"I'll keep you safe." Breeze murmured, Erasmus's paws around his back and pulling him close.

"I know." Erasmus said. "But we have to be careful. Are you sure there's no other way to get to Abigail? Surely we could... I don't know. It seems like you're rushing into this."

"There's no time to waste." Breeze said, shifting so he wasn't completely crushing the smaller otter. "Sometimes you have to rush, have to take the initiative. The longer we wait the more time Estrion has to prepare, to alert Astmoor, to be ready. And there is no other way."

"I... suppose."

"Don't worry about me." Breeze said. "I'll make it through. I killed Nail once before, whether it's really him or not, I can do it again."

Erasmus smiled wanly, closing his eyes and settling against the wolf's large frame. "Yeah, I trust you." He lied.