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Slayer or Layer 19

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Morning came with light and warmth and, most importantly, freedom. Lorkos opened his eyes and smiled as he saw not stone or leather, but the wooden walls of an inn. He was no longer in the scaly village, but back on the road to civilization. He was free.

The wolf rolled onto his back, groaning under his breath as he felt the pressure in his belly shifting about. He knew that the egg would need to be laid soon, just to clear the pressure and to remove the bit of curse spreading through him, but for the moment, he savored the knowledge that there would be no more breeding today.

More importantly, he let himself be happy that he would not be contributing to the menace in the forest any longer. No more eggs from him would swell their ranks.

It was a good feeling, like he was doing his duty properly once more.

Eventually, the wolf pulled himself upright, shaking his head as he gathered his gear. He walked downstairs, checked out with the bartender, and left the inn. As the clenching inside began, he knew that he would need to lay his egg soon.

He glanced up and down the road. Nobody was coming down the dirt path, which meant that he had time. Lorkos pulled his pants down, walked behind a tree, and squatted down. The position spread his stretched pussy, and he took a few deep breaths before pushing down on the egg inside of him.

He would never get used to this feeling, he was sure. The sensation of something sliding down from inside of his belly to a space between his legs was strange enough, but the feeling of something that was already bigger than any dick that he had taken pushing him open was far stranger.

"Mmmph..."

The wolf groaned, one hand against his belly, the other supporting himself against the tree-trunk as his pussy lips parted further, the pebbly surface of the egg slowly pushing itself free. He took a few deep breaths, steadying himself against the trunk as he pushed down again, and again, each time forcing the egg out a bit further before it sucked itself a bit inside of his pussy again.

Come on...

Pushing down on his stomach even though he knew it wouldn't work, Lorkos bore down on it, forcing the egg to keep sliding down. The pebbly surface of it rubbed against his inner walls in the usual pleasurable way, drawing moans from his lips that he didn't want to make, sending shivers up and down his spine that he didn't want to admit.

The tip of the egg forced itself free of him, dripping wet along the end and slowly falling further down. He could feel it reaching the widest point, and he huffed and puffed as his toes curled in his boots.

This was always so...so good, and he wondered if this was what it was like for a female wolf getting knotted. Probably a sensation like this in reverse, he supposed, but if that was the case, he almost envied them.

Almost.

He panted, puffing hard as he felt the egg pushing down to the widest point, his pussy spread about as wide as it could go from the pressure inside. He groaned, huffing, legs shaking as they struggled to support him through this. The egg pushed down again -

POP!

And then slid out. He almost fell down with it, panting, gasping, the sudden emptiness and the sudden passage of the egg from him carrying him over the edge to climax. He came, squirting over the tree roots as the egg rolled down and away from him, almost like it was being summoned further into the forest.

Lorkos groaned, pulling himself to his feet. It was a struggle, his thighs spasming and his legs shaking as a general rule, but he was able to hold himself upright, if only barely. He looked at the egg, though, and for the first time, wondered what he should do with it.

The wolf shook his head, knowing that it was a bad idea to be considering what to do with the egg. He was already shaky on his devotion to his cause from meeting Lia - his daughter, he couldn't forget that, his daughter - and starting to think of the eggs as children to be was only going to weaken his devotion to dragonslaying all the more.

But at the same time, looking at it, knowing what it would become, he couldn't help but feel that there was something that he should do.

The wolf knelt down by the egg, running his fingers along the pebbly top of it, shaking his head as he realized just how fragile that it actually was. It had been inside of him for almost a full day, something that had been growing inside of him. It was part of him. It was part of him in a way that nothing else he had ever owned had been.

How long until it hatches without help? How long until it becomes a person?

A person. He shivered as he felt that word pass through his head, a word that he had never applied to the scaly species before. He wanted to throw the egg away at that moment, but something stopped him. He didn't know what. Maybe it was a bit of devotion. Maybe there was a spell on him that he didn't understand. Maybe there was something about this curse that meant he wouldn't be able to even indirectly harm the eggs anymore.

But whatever it was, Lorkos reached down, picked up the egg, and tucked it into the pack that he carried at his side. It was coming with him, one way or another.

I could trade it, he tried to justify the action, but he knew that it wasn't like that. He wasn't doing this so that he could sell the thing later. This was...

This was something else. And he wasn't sure if he liked it.

The wolf returned to the road, shaking his head at his own actions, and started down it. He had a long way to travel if he wanted to reach the capital city in any good time, and he knew that it was better to get going rather than waste time.

He'd been on the road for almost three hours when he first encountered some other travelers. They were all on horseback, and there were many of them, dozens, perhaps even a hundred. All mammals, the riders slowed as they came upon him, the one in the lead - another wolf, white-furred and dressed in steel plate - coming to a full stop as he looked down at him.

"You. What are you doing without horse on the road?"

"Traveling without a horse is pretty unavoidable when it gets spooked out from under you," the wolf lied.

"Where are you bound?"

"The capital."

"Then continue this way. We've cleared the road of any bandits between here and there."

"Are you militia, then?"

"Of a sort," the white wolf grunted. "We're on a mission to clear the beasts from the land, whatever sort they be."

They're hunters, then, he thought, looking down the group. Should have guessed that just from looking at them...

Still, it was the largest band of hunters that he had seen in a while. Dragonslayers operated alone most of the time, or in the smallest of groups. Those that patrolled the land, seeking out the smaller bands and tribes of scalies, however, tended to work in the dozens, usually two or three at the most. This was something far larger than that, though.

They must have been after the tribe in the forest if they were moving at this size.

The white wolf glanced at him again, cocking his head to the side. Lorkos shrugged his shoulders, stretching out.

"Do you have something else to say?" Lorkos asked.

"Yes. Did you see any of the lizardmen in the woods in your travels?"

"There were a few."

"Where?"

He hesitated, and that...that surprised him. The wolf had been more than ready to slaughter any of the males that had rutted him, but...

No. No, they had to be taught a lesson. They had to be brought down so that they didn't do what they did to him to anyone else that came down the road.

"They're about a day's journey north, and then deep into the forest, perhaps a mile or so. If you reach the river, follow it north."

"That will save us time. Thank you."

The white wolf waved his hand, and the small force charged off down the road, hooves kicking up dirt and dust in such quantities that Lorkos could barely breathe as they disappeared towards the horizon. The wolf waved his hand through the air, working to clear it so he could breathe once more, and shook his head at the departing soldiers.

Well, at least that would take care of the danger in the forest...and it would make sure that everyone...

The wolf paused, the image of Lia popping into his head again. He groaned, holding his hands to the sides of his head.

"No, no...not now..."

He tried to shake himself free of it, but she was there, in his head. The sight of her, the memory of her, the sound of her voice and the soft shiver of fear when he had pulled away from her. She had been hurt when he looked away from her, when he abandoned her.

Abandoned her.

Outcast.

Lorkos whimpered, falling to his knees as he felt the word echo through his skull, a reminder of his failings.

No, no, I didn't abandon her! She has a family! She will be taken care of.

But he was her father, mother, lithia. He was the one that had birthed her.

But she has people to care for her. She has her own pack.

And would she after this? Would she be safe when the army came running in, cutting down men and women and children?

They...they...

Lorkos groaned, holding his hands to the sides of his head, on the verge of beating his own skull in as he imagined what would happen. Not just to the children, but to the women, the females of the tribe that had been kind enough to help him, support him, clothe him, bathe him. They had been there for him when the males were done using him, had given him everything that he needed to keep sane.

They were going to die, too.

The children...the women...

He didn't care about the shaman or the warriors. The lizardmen that had raped him were doomed to that, as far as he was concerned, but the others...

No, you...you can't...

The curse? The power of the pack? The memory of Lia?

It could have been all of them or none, but Lorkos knew that he had made a mistake. Whatever the men had done, he couldn't let the women and children be punished for that. The wolf slammed his fist into the ground, cursing.

"Curse me for a fool..."

Grinding his teeth, he stood up again, running for the woods. If he could find the river, it would be the fastest way to get back to the village.

He knew the tactics of hunters, knew that they would be rushing along the road until they could find scaly tracks and signs. They'd dismount, set up traps, draw the soldiers and shaman out so that they could engage on more favorable terms. While that fight was going on, another unit would be moving towards the village proper, killing off the women and children that they didn't need and taking others hostage to try and bring the battle to a quick end.

It was the same tactics that they always used, and it almost always worked. But it was slow. They would need to find the right part of the forest to start from, and they'd be some time at setting things up. As long as he ran fast enough...

Just for good measure, he ran a little faster, even as he hated himself for it.

This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid!

If so much as one of this hunting party saw him and lived, he would be labeled as a cursed member of society from then on. Everyone would know that he had sided with the scalies over his own people. That word would spread, and soon there wouldn't be a single settlement among the mammals that would allow him entry.

If he could just let them die, this would be so much easier. But...he couldn't.

He leaped over tree roots and ducked under branches until he found the river, and from there, he turned north. He had to keep moving, couldn't afford to stop. The wolf stumbled, tripped, and several times nearly brained himself on trees and rocks, but he never stopped moving.

The memory of his daughter spurred him on, and he could already feel his fingers itching for the hilt of his sword. She...

She had to be protected.

They had to be protected.

This is so...fucking...stupid!

It didn't matter anymore. That little voice protesting against the decision didn't have any sway. Just like when he'd decided to be a dragonslayer against the advice of the voice of fear, just like when he'd decided to whore himself out against the voice of dignity, today he'd decided to save her against the advice of the voice of hate.

He just hoped he could get there in time.

The End