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Master of Hearts

Thorough Examination

Connor exhaled and pushed away the cold steel bindings that wrapped around his body and caressed him. Lilen’s arms forming a pillow and shawl that dressed his hip; while his pointed fingertips traced the wounds and scars left behind by Banavi. Eyes were closed but Lilen was awake, if not on the fringes of sleep, his breath sharply inhaling when Connor futilely pushed away. Lilen exhaled and his breath smelled like fried food, but with a stale and mildly unpleasant odor; something that Connor shook off, but as a stiff chin rubbed against his forehead a “Good Morning,” Echoed more from Lilen’s exhausted throat than his stifled lips, as he placed a fleeting kiss on Connor’s hair line. His thin lips were backed by sharp fangs, and the indentations of the rows of serrated teeth, hiding the ferocity Lilen could be if he just let go.

Lilen’s left hand adjusted as he squeezed tighter, compressing Connor against his pecs, his fingers massaging Connor’s tender right hip, before rubbing away the pressure; while the pillow that was his right arm thumbed recovered wounds. Lilen deeply inhaled, sniffing the air, and chuckled as his left hand traced the hem of a wet diaper around Connor’s hips. Something had smelled of spoiled seed, and day-old piss, “Someone wet themselves, again didn’t they?” Lilen teased as he wrapped his powerful thighs around Connor’s left leg and trapped him, his knee rising and compressing a wet warmth into Connor’s limp wood, while also pinching the balls against his taint and bent leg. “What a dirty cub wetting your pants,” Lilen teased with the smoothest smile as he finally opened his eyes exposing irises of ocean baked warmth in afternoon sunlight.

Connor smiled, grit his teeth, and bit his lips as his balls were bruised by the pressure. The pain making him fold and moan his grief into Lilen’s breastplate of a chest. Lilen’s fine mesh of scales scrubbed at Connor’s face, and left his cheeks red, causing both embarrassment and coarse abrasions. Connor clutched at Lilen’s collar bone, exhaling and relaxing as the pain faded and left only pleasure, in fact Connor pushed himself down on Lilen’s knee to emphasize the unpleasant throb that jolted through his body at his own pace, and tease himself to a rigid tent, Connor’s member trapped in the drenched padding of his diaper.

Lilen had made a point of proving how much control he had over Connor by regulating when he peed and wet himself, by sometimes taking away Connor’s control. Lilen must have pulled the piss out of his bladder while he was still asleep. So this little game he was playing was only a show to emphasize what he did, what he alone caused; Lilen left him as hopeless as an unpotty trained cub. But there were other things Lilen could do, more than just stealing away control, that much was clear when Connor moaned in shock, jumping at the uneasy pressure that pushed up into his rectum.

The diaper dried as his bowels were penetrated by a cold musty tentacle made from his own fluids. It was thick, and a deep tendril wrapped around the corners of the small intestine and flexed against the stomach to apply a foreign pressure in the strangest locations. Lilen groped the dried diaper and rubbed the ruined padding before rolling Connor onto his back.

Connor watched as his night shirt was lifted by a firm hand that trailed up from the valley between his legs, and across his stomach, a smooth sensation that made his chest concave and tighten around the intrusion slithering up and into his chest, while also exposing his pale skin beneath the cotton garment. The tendril flexed, and Connor moaned in shock as the wriggling pressure distended his skin and exposed the true mass of the python in his guts. The yellow snake curling and coiling up in all the right places, it’s thick head exploring the darkest parts of his body and rubbing against his guts, punching it at times as if suddenly agitated by the warm confines the python of piss was trapped inside.

“Let’s clean out that filthy little gut of yours, all that fatty hamburger food we had last night was probably a mistake, it can create all kinds of blockages, so let’s… just ease those out.” Lilen whispered with a kiss that he breathed into Connor’s neck, his jaw line clenching as he looked daringly at the soft shoulder, wanting to dig in, bite him, claim Connor as his, but didn’t dare too because nothing good would come of it. He rubbed the slithering tainted snake in Connor’s gut. It spun, rolling around like a feverish alligator and pushed in and out. Connor grit his teeth from the aftershocks that rolled inside him, folded, flexed and bounced around, awakening a dark desire he never even really thought about as he just wanted more; his rigid erection dripping into the padding as he masked his moans and groans with his lower arms.

Something that Lilen pushed away with a tired laugh, cool and evil, he just wanted to see Connor struggle to contain his own fluids and watch as the foundations for an unsettling passion were developed. Thanks to the deep violation Lilen had created and pushed against with a heavy hand, so that the pain smothered the pleasure, forcing Connor to whimper and groan in protest as he bucked against a padding Lilen never reinforced with his hips or legs; leaving Connor a little high and dry in more ways than one, as he became ruled by his own strange love and the need to cum, but was barred from the final release thanks to the distinct lack of pressure.

Connor closed his eyes collapsing, “Lilen…” He moaned, whimpering behind teary eyes as he barely opened them to look into the smiling fanged maw that hung over him, “Please let me cum.” He begged, pushing up his hips to meet Lilen’s but they were always centimeters away. Lilen raised a hand to Connor’s collar bone and pushed him down into the bed, his fingers never reaching around to smother his arteries, but to create a fork that he used to indent the stiff bed with Connor’s body.

“Beg like the little hungry bitch you are.” Lilen directed with a vulgarity Connor had never heard before, however maybe the language came from the twin heads between his legs. Dripping cocks were dragged into view, Lilen’s other hand dragging them out of the slit. His hand wrapping around both as he stroked them with a feverish pace. “I told you to beg Connor!” He ordered with vicious a smirk, his teeth grating as his own body was wrapped with pleasure, that rolled up his spine and left him breathless.

“Please Lilen, let me cum, it hurts, I need it. Just give it to me, I’ll do whatever you want please just let me cum.” Connor begged breathlessly as the thumb and fingers dug into his shoulders. Lilen’s cold icy eyes glazed over as white masks fell over them, as he bore down on his erections with viciousness that seemed almost feral as he pumped them, “Beg bitch, don’t make me ask again.” He ordered, snapping at Connor with a loud echoing thud as his powerful jawline cinched shut just in front of his nose. “Lilen, I can’t stand it anymore, please let me cum. I don’t care what you do, mark me, make me drink your seed… fuck me, please just do whatever you want and let me cum sir.” Connor begged and the diaper was ripped free, and Lilen smiled as he let go of his own erections and pushed them home between Connor’s legs. His hips slammed forward, bouncing Connor’s body against the mattress, his snarling aggressive passion never subsiding until he took a deep breath, and leaned in, his maw eviscerating the pillow beside Connor’s head as he twisted his head and tore out the padding as he climaxed. It was a horrifying scene to be exposed to, but the jutting orgasm was enough of a prostate punisher that it finally gave Connor the edge he needed to jump from and climax, and fall into post orgasmic bliss. Connor panted and wrapped his arms around Lilen’s neck and pulled the shark down into his chest, his hand receding to hold himself up as his climax continued to bounce and drown the python trapped inside. He inhaled Connor’s scent and his maw dropped the refuse to the side, spitting out the pillow as he looked down at Connor with a clear head and open eyes, he instantly looked wounded, “Sorry…I didn’t scare you did I?”

Connor tired to smile but his nerves slowly exposed themselves in his broken grin, “It’s ok-“ Connor saw that as he spoke he wasn’t giving Lilen what he needed to hear, so retracted himself, “Yeah…A little.” Connor exhaled as he held the sharks muzzle in his hands and wiped away the memory foam from Lilen’s lips. Lilen dragged the hands away from his face shaking his head. “I’m sorry, when I sometimes I just loose control and…I get to intense… I should have-“

Lilen was only wounded himself with his mental scolding before Connor wrapped his arms around his neck, “Lilen… calm down, I’m fine, I’m safe, and you didn’t hurt me.”

“Yet… What if-“ Lilen protested shaking his head in anguish.

“There won’t be an if, next time we’ll keep that muzzle of yours locked up. It’s ok, we can always plan ahead.” Connor assured, smiling with a bit more confidence so he could reassure the shark that everything was ok. “Lilen, I trust you.”

Lilen flumped to side falling into the mattress and pulling Connor into his chest, wrapping him up tight as if scared to let go, “I don’t want to hurt you Connor.”

“I know.” Connor breathed as he tapped the stiff pec his cheek was pressed against, “But it would be nice to breathe.” Connor added, the hold quickly softening up as Lilen put Connor at Arm length, looking ashamed and stabbed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What is there to talk about? Sometimes I just lose control, I let my emotions rule me… and I become dangerous to be around?” Lilen started, cutting himself short before his eyes fell, his hand rising up to trace the scars on Connor’s hips. “I like being rough…I like hurting people, drawing blood and making them cry. I want to dig my claws into someone’s hips and drag them on to my twin daggers and stab them from behind. I want to bite and gnaw on the bone…and I hate it…I hate how good it feels when I can just bend your over and ruin you… hurt you.”

Connor propped himself on his shoulders and smiled, “Lilen, your probably just a sadist… someone who likes hurting people while they get off.”

“Wait… what?” Lilen asked sitting up in the bed.

Connor put a soft hand on Lilen’s lap as he sat up on his knees, “Everyone likes different things Lilen. Just because you like causing someone pain doesn’t make you a monster. You do dance on that line, but it’s ok if you do it understanding limits, and do it safely. I’ve gone to some BDSM conventions where there are all kinds of people who like doing the exact same things.”

Lilen shook his head in disbelief, “Really? There are other humans who torture people for fun?”

Connor nodded, “Yes, quiet a few, and it doesn’t make you evil. Some people like being cut and abused, some don’t, you just have to be careful, and know how to hurt someone safely so you don’t cripple or kill them.”

Lilen looked up at Connor still doubting him, but seeing the warm smile spread across Connor’s lips did help him believe, “Are you sure your not hurt?”

“Yeah, Lilen, I’m ok…do you want to talk about what really turns you on?” Connor asked as he stroked Lilen’s inner thigh with a smile, the sharks twin shafts still shrinking slowly away. Lilen grabbed Connor’s hand, and shook his head, “As much as I love sitting here with you Connor, Banavi will skin me if you’re late for your appointment today… so let’s get you cleared out, cleaned up and fed.” Lilen evaded, pushing the hand away before trying to smile as he tapped Connor’s, trying to reassure him but failing.

“Alright, do you want to share a shower?” Connor asked and Lilen’s smile shifted to a more flirtatious grin, a familiar warmth returning to his eyes.

“Just try not to tempt me again with that ass of yours or I might end up slaying it again.” Lilen joked, through his punchline only soured his mood, before patting Connor’s ass, something that made Connor jump as it was nothing more than a light spanking to him. Connor smiled as he rolled over Lilen’s lap and off the bed, “I wouldn’t dare drop the soap on purpose…” Connor teased with a playful smile, something that only made Lilen roll his eyes.

“Dangerous words… I love vulnerable prey like you.” Lilen coddled, grabbing Connor’s wrist and dragging him in close to rub his rough cheek against Connor’s, a sharp toothed smirk exposed a flirtatious sideways glance, as if to dare Connor silently, before carrying the smaller male away to the bathroom.

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The shower was an endeavor of pent up tension as Lilen drained out the musky yellow snake, leaving Connor feeling empty and partially alone, he liked the feeling of the sloshing python in his gut, his hole gaped just a little bit thanks to all the twin dick penetration he endured last night and this morning. However, the deepest Lilen got in the shower was down to his knuckle, as he hooked Connor onto his hand and directed him about the shower with mere finger flexes. Lilen took over with a more parental role again as he dressed Connor in simple clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, before hiding a thick pull-up padded with a liner for his distinctly ‘heavy’ wettings beneath all of it.

Connor sat on the counter by the stone stove and watched as Lilen made him a breakfast of eggs and toast, at times while the meal was being cooked Lilen would wait with his hand groping Connor through his pants, his thumb massaging a pinned erection. “Connor,” Lilen started as he nonchalantly groped Connor, his palm massaging his tender family jewels, “I wanted to remind you that you need to be careful about when you use those concubine arts I showed you… it might be a bit jarring if you just use them on any Mincridarn you come across, especially when the common thought is that humans are nothing but weaklings who can’t hurt us.”

“Yeah, I get it, I’ll tell Lord Ravinith I can use it so he can tell my clients.” Connor agreed, as he bucked his growing shaft into the shark’s wrist, his arms wrapping lightly around Lilen’s neck. Lilen smiled and pushed Connor’s head against a cabinet pinning it with a kiss, “You’re such a horny little guy aren’t you?”

“Well when you keep touching me down there its kind of hard… to not get hard.” Connor laughed, before Lilen pulled away. “But as I was saying, the reason you want to regulate how you use your concubine arts is because Mincridarins might think you’re a Formal.”

“What’s… a formal?” Connor asked guessing Lilen wasn’t talking about a type of clothing.

“Formals are demons of stone and water that can alter their shapes into anything or anyone. They are incredibly dangerous, but simple wards and magical charms reveal their true nature. So there not a big problem as they once were when we were but wandering tribes back on Ecorein, but we have stories about how dangerous they can be and such tales keep us on our toes, and always question the subtle flaws and changes in personality and body.” Lilen explained as he reached out with another kiss, “Milk or Orange juice?”

“Juice please,” Connor answered after pulling away from the stolen kiss, “But only because I don’t think you have enough milk down there to satisfy me.” Connor kicked, patting the slit between Lilen’s legs with his foot, his big toe trying to dig into the rigid veil.

“No, I have plenty to feed you, we just don’t have enough time to pump it out.” Lilen corrected with a soft laugh that echoed mainly in his throat like a warm hum as he came in close to blow raspberries on Connor’s neck… in all intense and purposes ruining the sensuality of the mood and plunging it down into a more infantile depths. Connor laughed at the sensation and tried to pull away but Lilen kept him in a tight hold, tickling him with rambunctious air until the eggs started to burn.

“That feels so weird.” Connor sighed rubbing the strange feeling away from his throat as his food was plated.

“Oh I know, but I love it… and the cubs love it too. It’s a strange human thing but it’s a fun one.” Lilen cooed, as he carried Connor to a high chair to feed him the lightly diced egg and toast from the tip of a fork, while Lilen himself ate his egg off a plate of toast. But once the simple meal was done, Lilen carried Connor away and dove into the ocean with Connor clinging to his back.

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Lilen walked Connor to the elevator but no further; he had errands to take care of, and he needed to get back to work restructuring some lesson plans. Leaving Connor with a hug he waited for the glass elevator doors to close before waving a goodbye and leaving once their eye contact was finally broken.

After reaching Sanctuary Hills, Connor walked to the hospital using the subterranean mall as a thorough fair as it connected all quarters of Red Rock Tower. The hospital was on the Colosseum quarter of Red Rock Tower, where a football stadium was used for all kinds of sports competitions and Mincridarn war games and skirmishes. This quarter also included a gym used by all beings in the Tower area, and a gun range that Connor would use if he had the money.

Walking across the familiar parking lot where Connor had once ruined his pants to prove himself to his master, he smiled, Connor just wanted to pee himself again so he could re-live the warm memory, but stopped himself because he didn’t want to make a scene in the hospital. So instead, he steeled his bladder and walked towards a rigid block building designed for militaristic function rather than form. It still looked good with gardens and greenery lining the edge, but it was clearly of human design, not the familiar ornamental Leggala designs, or Matra’s flora elegance. It was if human architects handed over building blue prints to Mincridarn mages, and said “Don’t do anything else”.

Stepping into a heavy jet of air that cooled the air lock, that echoed with the scraping steps of metal as he passed over the floor, Connor fixed his hair as he transitioned to white sterile tile, and the fragment sent of musty chemicals. Following the directions on a nearby board Connor followed the red line to the Mincridarn Medical Ward, a special branch building crafted to be more resilient for obvious reasons. The building was smaller, and the waiting room was sparse, and quiet with the televisions playing reruns of old MMA competitions, and Mincridarn War Games on mute with subtitles exposing the language of the Newscasters written in a familiar but still foreign language. Magazines flipped, newspapers crinkled, and pens scraped across papers on clipboards.

Banavi was filling out one such clipboard in the middle of the room and raised his hand to summon Connor closer, he smiled, and before Connor kissed him a good morning he was halted by a soft hand, and a thumb that cleaned his lips. He rubbed his hand over Connor’s neck to stain his skin with his scent, “Just making sure people know whose really your mate.” Banavi explained as he finished sharing his pheromones before kissing Connor, with his cold wet nose tickling Connor’s upper lip.

“Banavi, I’m sure everyone knows who belongs to who by now.” Connor whispered as he sat down next to his mate. Banavi smiled but tapped Connor’s hand, “Connor, when you smell like another being, especially since were not joined, it looks like you might be testing other weapons before settling down with me… understand?... It just looks bad… it makes you look untrustworthy.” Banavi objected, keeping his voice a soft whisper.

“Yeah… Ok.” Connor sighed, somewhat understanding the idea; even though it seemed just the slightly bit ridicules, “But, isn’t it common for Mincridarins to mate with others if you ask permission?” Connor argued just as quietly.

Banavi, smiled but nodded, “Yes, but appearing in public smelling like another being when your joined to another looks like you’re saying you prefer them over your mate. It is one of the greatest wounds, you can give to a Mincridarn, especially a Mincridarn lover. To share scents, to smell like one another is one of the greatest unions. Imagine if we were on a date and I came late smelling like another female or male, wouldn’t you feel hurt?” Banavi explained quietly as Connor settled into his seat, getting the gist as the stiff question was asked.

“I don’t know… I guess, I would.” Connor agreed, and Banavi nodded, as he reached up and stroked Connor’s neck and face, Connor pulled Banavi into his lap and rolled his body into the small male, and rested his chin between Banavi’s ears, watching him finish up the paper work.

After everything was turned in, Connor continued to sit with Banavi in his lap, so he could wash himself in Banavi’s fur, sharing whispering redacted conversations about what happened during yesterday’s training; before Connor’s name was called out by a snow leopard nurse, who took the two of them back behind the doors and into a small exam room, where nothing seemed out of the place or distinctly extraordinary, it all just appeared teal and bland.

“Connor, you are under Sanctuary Hills Medical general coverage, but if it makes you more comfortable I can take you to a human doctor when I’m done.” The leopard offered as she took measurements, and weight.

“A Mincridarn healer is fine,” Connor turned down as he sat up on the Bench when directed, so the leopard could take his blood pressure.

“Alright… well, how are you feeling, have you been in any distinct pain or intense training lately?”

“I’m sore, I was training the other day.” Connor admitted and the leopard perked up and smiled, a giddy warmth coming over her muzzle as if she had been retaining herself the entire time.

“What kind of training?” She questioned as she secured a mechanical gauge to Connor’s arm and started to barely squeeze, the flexible aluminum like material quickly compressing his veins.

“Magical training, I’m training to be a combat artist.” Connor answered trusting the nurses ability, even though he was just a slightest bit nervous about the pressure that sheathed his arm and slowly crushed it.

“What’s your element?” The leopard asked as she lifted Connor’s wrist to her ear, and listened to his heartbeats, while watching the gauge, counting them for a moment.

“Qire,” Connor answered, as the brace slowly fell from his arm exposing a red hue to the skin, a faint bruise circling his upper arm.

“Really, my daughter is a qire mage herself, she’s on duty in Canada right now, trying to clean up Quebec.” The nurse admitted as she hung up the equipment, before filling in the notes on the computer in front of her. “But enough about magic, were here for you. Tell me, in my notes it says here that you suffered from a traumatic fight where you had several ribs broken. Did you go to a hospital for surgery, or take medication to suppress the pain?”

“No, a healer started the process, but I was wrapped in magical bandages. I took an herbal pain reliever, but I haven’t been feeling any pain since then or taken anything but vitamins since.” Connor truthfully replied, while Banavi sat by silently, listening and watching.

The nurse left notes on her computer, “It says here you need a full body check up, is that correct?”

Connor nodded, “Yeah, I’m going to be working at the Cavern soon, and the Lord Minor needs a thorough medical examination, he also needs my updated medical records, STD tests, and I need to make sure that I have all my shots.” Banavi pulled out a list, and handed it to the nurse, “Here, this is everything he needs.”

“We can draw your blood and see if you have STD’s, or we can just cleanse your blood. Because once I give you shots, if, you need them, I can’t take your blood because the vaccines could contaminate the results, and vice-versa.” The nurse explained as she started to copy the list to the computer.

“What do you mean cleanse my blood?” Connor asked, and the nurse paused, glancing back at him.

“It’s nothing painful if that’s what your worried about, essentially we give you a magical suppository, that targets Aids, HIV and just about all other human STD’s, and clears them out of your system and helps establish an immunity. It’s simple and it wouldn’t take more than an hour. The hardest part is just keeping it inside.” The nurse answered simply, probably having already explained it a thousand times before.

“What do you mean by that?” Connor asked, and the Nurse opened up a drawer, and pulled up what looked like a model. “This is the suppository, or at least the general shape.” The Leopard explained nonchalantly as she held what was nothing more than a large chicken egg in her hand. “We have to insert this in through your rectum, and into your lower intestines. Because it’s such a large object, it causes the natural urge to soil yourself, so until it completely dissolves, we have to make sure it stays inside of you. But once its finished, your blood will be clear of any STD’s and or sexually transmitted diseases. It causes most men a mild discomfort, while many women have an easier time because they can insert it into the vagina.” The nurse explained before putting the “suppository” away. “So would you like the suppository or the medication?”

“I’ll take the suppository.” Connor exhaled, wondering what he just agreed too.

“I’ll make a note then.” The Nurse answered as she typed the response into her computer, “We’ll take a blood sample of before and after results to make sure that the suppository worked.”

Connor flinched, “Wait, “worked” are you saying it can fail?”

“Everything has a chance of failing, I’ve yet to hear of any problems, so it’s mainly just to make sure you’re not some manner of anomaly; that’s it.” The nurse finished as she got up from her desk, “The orders are set, I’ll go and get the doctor and we can begin on the examination.”

“Yeah, ok.” Connor breathed, just to ease the tension and try to smile. He’d never been under such kind of scrutiny before, and he was scared that they might find something they weren’t supposed to; something that he wasn’t ready to explain just yet.

Banavi hopped up on to the table when the Leopard left and put a hand on his thigh, “Connor, it’ll be ok. I’m here.” He assured, and his smooth tones and confidence made him shake that little bit less. Connor grabbed Banavi’s hand, “Are you scared of doctors?”

“It’s just the cliché,” Connor lied, “You know, we humans have a lot of bad stories about medical offices and long examinations; about being experimented on and stuff like that… I’m just a little paranoid sir.”

Banavi smiled with a fading huff, as he leaned into Connor’s back, “I won’t leave your side, and I’ll make sure nothing gets out of hand. I’ll know, remember… I’ll know when there going too far.” Banavi assured as he exposed the white tattoo on his wrist, Connor’s name; and the sight put a warm breath in Connor’s chest as he tried to relax.

“Thank you sir.”

Banavi never rebuffed the formality, he just smiled approving the obedience, before wrapping his fingers between Connor’s until the Doctor stormed into the room; the sudden transition of the Wolf even making Banavi clench his phone as if it was the hilt of a dagger; his ears flexing defensively behind his head as he readied himself for a spontaneous assault.

The gray wolf raised a brow, but smiled exposing pearly white fangs, making him look like a feral dork. He was wearing an Airman’s uniform marked with the rank of sergeant. His hip carried a short sword, like some kind of long k-bar; his free hand resting on the pommel. “I’m Sergeant Iron, I’ll be your healer today.”