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What could have been described as hours passing was nothing more than thirty seconds to everyone else, just as fast as he had disappeared through the poster, Connor was once again amongst the living; but that’s the benefit of living beyond time in a pocket dimension. Donmanthu could all but lift a middle finger to the very idea, change it to suit his needs, slow it down, speed it up, do everything but reverse it; the god of time didn’t mind being played with, but not insulted.

No one questioned Connor as he left, mainly because he didn’t give them a chance too, except when he tried to cross the one-way gate to leave; a heavy arm curling up around his gut and dragging him back, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and think you can walk away.” Benny huffed, pushing Connor up against a nearby wall with only his fingertips, locking Connor in place with barely any effort, before leaning over, still very easily towering over the smaller male, even forcing Connor to look him in the eyes. “Are you someone’s slave?” He whispered, his rumbling tone cutting through the cries of protest as the line was held up.

“I am,” Connor answered with a cocky grin knowing that Big Ben would never let him go until he got what he wanted. Benny’s eyes narrowed as he leaned into Connor’s neck and sniffed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, “Are you in any trouble?” He asked as his simple sniffing tickled Connor’s neck, and left him moaning, Connor’s fingers digging into the stone wall, his magic escaping as the bricks were suddenly glazed with a sharp cracking frost, “No one’s claimed you, and you’re not wearing a collar…” the rhino paused however, as a secondary idea clicked in Benny’s thick skull; and soon enough his gaze dropped between Connor’s legs, just like his dense warm hand, as it pulled up against Connor’s thigh. Benny’s thick coarse fingers scratching the worn fatigues before the knuckles of his thumb dug up between Connor’s legs, and pushed against the solid metal sheath. Donmanthu’s curse finally rearing it’s head as everything felt three times stronger than normal, the way every individual digit ran across his starched uniform, rolling the coarse stiff fibers across the inseam of his thighs, it almost burned; the heat of Benny’s palm and hide poured into his groin, and Connor was nearing a dangerous climax.

Benthum’s eyes narrowed as he let his hand get pushed away, “So they’ve sheathed you? What’s going on Connor? Slavery is supposed to be illegal, isn’t it? No one should have the right to claim you as their property?” Benny probed, pushing himself closer, and locking Connor in place as his hands compressed Connor’s shoulders into the coarse wall; his entire body dwarfing Connor’s, hiding him from what little neon crystal light define the Cavern’s sign. Connor’s entire body tightened up as he held in his release, pulling the sensation back into his body, the pain passing as the shadows rolled over him.

Connor panted as he looked up at Benny, whose features were as clear as day. His brown eyes looked almost scared, he was clearly confused, as he rolled his palms across Connor’s shoulders, massaging the sore and overworked tendons. Their lips were inches apart, maybe less than that, as Connor could feel every whisper wash over his cheeks, feel his hair get drawn into Benny’s timid breaths. The big oaf, was a wonderous and caring friend, an excellent guard, but Connor knew he was fine, he just wanted to assure the Rhino as much, so he leaned in and locked his lips with Benny, the thick coarse lips, cutting into Connor’s while his hands framed the dense muzzle, pulling the hulking beast in, even though one ounce of effort would break his hold.

Benny’s eyes lit up with shock, not that he wasn’t mad or annoyed, just surprised, and though part of him wanted to stay and dig in, he pulled away, dragging Connor’s hands off his cheeks, and locking them together, “Connor, I’m serious, are you in danger; is someone blackmailing you..? Do I need to kill someone?” He offered like and wonderous and caring friend, and quite definitely meaning it too, as his eyes narrowed, demanding a clear answer.

“Noo… Benny, I told you I’m fine, I promise, I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do.” Connor assured, but the Benny shook his head in protest, “Don’t lie to me Connor, no one wants to be a slave, no one wants to be a concubine.”

“Well, I do, it’s my choice Benny, Banavi-,” Connor cut himself short, he had said to much, but he had imprisoned himself, and gave Benny the key as the Rhino folded in, “Whose Banavi?” Benny demanded, almost snorting in frustration, “We agreed to give up our right to own slaves when we came to earth, no Mincridarn is allowed to own a slave. No human is allowed to own a slave, so who owns you Connor? I will call Ravinith if I have too.” He snorted, his presence, his caring nature rolling up into one as he just held Connor close, the heat of the moment making Connor blush as he loved it, how it felt to be under such a powerful and charming knight in gray hide; he felt like a maiden or a timid prince; his face burned bright red as he panted, his mind flooding with erotic thoughts, and familiar nights with the powerful stud bearing down on him.

Connor crumpled into Benny’s chest, the tense moment shattering as the dense gray knight lifted Connor, holding him up, “Connor… What’s wrong, are you ok?” Benny asked in a panic, pressing his hand against Connor’s forehead, “By creation Connor, your forehead is as hot as a forge.” He fretted, shaking his head in disbelief, “You need to go and see Iron.” But Connor had other things on his mind as he grabbed the horn and pulled Benny’s head down beneath his chin, forcing the Rhino to look up in to ravenous dark blue eyes, “Fuck me, you idiot.” The insult might have been uncalled for, but it was enough for Benny to shake Connor’s hand free, “I’m not going to fuck you Connor, not when you’re like this; now focus Connor, what did Donmanthu do to you?”

“He blessed my senses,” Connor answered, proud of his achievements, as he pulled himself into Benny’s chest, his fingers tugging on the black t-shirt, before cupping the Rhino’s thick pecs, “Donmanthu, he gave me the ability to see in the dark.” Connor continued as his hands pushed against the dense muscles clearly defined beneath the simple shirt; every valley and cliff, the aired and cracked hide, were like broken thorns, jagged and sharp, but clipped, making the dense muscles safe to hold.

“Gods above and below,” Benny prayed in frustration, scooping Connor up, almost kicking the front doors in as he stormed inside and whistled, nodding to the nearby front desk, waving to an unfamiliar scarlet red bird, who jogged over, his lack of clothes apparent as his rugged well kept feathers were bare, except for the silk jock strap, and silver collar around his throat, sealed with the mark of a raven carrying a key. “Benthum, what’s wrong?”

“It’s fucking Donmanthu, again, he amplified this idiot’s senses too much. Take him to Iron, he’ll know what to do.” Benny ordered, handing Connor over, pushing the Cardinal away, avoiding the shackled wings which were tied up in a web of black ropes.

The Cardinal didn’t argue, and carried Connor who rolled into the bird’s chest and rubbed his face against the soft feathers, “Are you new? I’ve never met you before, my name is Connor Mason,” Connor introduced, high off the Cardinal’s sweet scent, a dull hollow muskiness that made the bird smell like honey glazed bark after a morning storm.

“I just started this week, my name is Cardinal, welcome to the Cavern.” He introduced with a gentle obedience, bowing his head as he carried Connor into an elevator, “That’s funny… aren’t you a Cardinal anyways?” Connor chuckled as he pushed his finger’s beneath the feathers to feel the dense muscles of the chest, feeling the air echo in Cardinal’s lungs, “Your feathers are really soft.” Connor admired as he nuzzled the avian shoulder, which only made Cardinal roll his eyes, “That is very nice of you sir, I do my best to wash them every day.” He answered appropriately, as they entered the elevator, his even and meek tone a trained response.

“You smell good too, do you use any special kind of soaps?” Connor probed as the Elevator dragged them deeper into the Cavern, Cardinal just shook his head, “No, I prefer to just use a scent enhancer, it just makes my scent stronger, I’m glad you like it.”

“You smell like bark and honey,” Connor swooned, as he twirled the pectoral feathers around his fingers, loving the subtle ticklish feeling they left on his fingertips.

“I smell different to everyone, but that would be a new one for me.”

“I wish I could bottle it, and use it as a cologne, it’s sweet and cold scent, I love the smell of wet bark.” Connor breathed, sniffing the Cardinal’s scent, however the conversation tapered off as the Elevator doors opened, exposing a clean and polished office made of gray marble floors and warped wooden walls; it was familiar, Connor had been down to the office level before, it’s where all the staff go on break; but it was also where the embassy office was. After Cardinal used his VC chip to enter the main hallway which was filled with wandering staff, both human and mincridarn, Connor was taken into a steamy and musky locker room on the right.

The thick scents assaulted Connor’s senses, and his mind burned, as he couldn’t stop himself from processing each scent individually, and snapping to a new one with each step, every second, he was bombarded with an excess of sensory information that wrapped his mind in a vice and squeezed it; but it didn’t hurt, as strange as it was, it left his body warm, hot, his cock excited as his mind was flooded with passion, the excessive excitement causing him to almost collapse in Cardinal’s arms, as he did his best to breathe and retain his climax. But it couldn’t be so simple as eighty plus scents suddenly exploded as stress and nerves left everyone excited, as Connor was dragged in, the staff all to familiar with him, swarmed them, demanding answers like a wave of reporters at press conference.

Cardinal did what he could to answer their questions but he barely knew anything, which only frustrated the growing crowd as he tried his best to push past them, fighting through the onslaught, barely having any room to breath or talk himself until he got to the back of the room between the showers, “Enough!” He ordered in anger, breathing deeply as he tried to retain his breath, the crowd collapsing into silence, “Where is Iron?” He asked, with a calmer tone as he panted.

“He’s in his office,” A deer with heavy tits framed by a leather harness answered, the employees bowing out as she pushed through them, Spera, the green eyed doe looked down at Connor and cupped his forehead, “We’ll talk about this later, for now, just make sure he’s safe.” She ordered, framing her thick hips with her hands.

“Yes Mistress,” Cardinal agreed before jogging through the backrooms, the walls patterned by old termites nests, giving them flowing organic curves that we’re never similar, and ornate in their own way. Following the nearby signs, and Silver Line crystal lamps, Cardinal pushed open the large sliding barn door, heaving it open until he could enter without injuring Connor, and calmly walked into an infirmary with medical beds running down each side of the white tiled room, red stone walls framing the rest of the room and creating a sterile environment, that was filled with beaten and bloody humans and mincridarins. Though injured, everyone was still lively, they were the Cavern’s pit fighters, wrestlers, boxers, MMA specialists, and warriors. The beings that everyone gambled on, who came for fame, honor, or money; there was no real animosity between them, what problems they had, they finished in the arena, so they were laughing and talking like good bar friends as healers and nurses tended their wounds.

The lively conversation died down in the well-lit stone enclosure, as relentless warriors watched as Connor was carried in and laid out on a bed. “Where’s Iron?” Cardinal asked the room, causing a well-dressed gray wolf to come out from behind a medical curtain in the back of the room with blood stained gloves, covered in sterile green surgery garb, keeping his dripping hands aloft, “What’s the problem?”

“Donmanthu,” Cardinal answered spitefully, making Iron exhale through his mask, “There are spare rings in my desk drawer,” Iron nodded speaking to a nearby nurse, before using his magic to open the curtain, “I’ll close up the wound, and be right out.” Iron huffed in annoyance, before disappearing into the sterile space in the back of the hall.

A scantly clad human nurse came up wearing only the upper half of white medical scrubs, that were designed to be purposely long, so it created a small skirt that covered the upper quarter of their thighs. While her legs were covered with long gray stockings, and steel toed non-slip shoes. The latino woman’s hair was tied up in a bun above her head as she offered a small silver ring to Cardinal, “Put this on him, and give the enchantments a minute to work.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Cardinal accepted as he pulled the ring down on Connor’s left index finger and watched as the band glowed a shimmering mix of blue and green, until it blended together into a cyan a glove of holographic runes and sigils around Connor’s hand. The runes slowly adjusted and altered themselves, as complex enchantments settled into place. “What is this?” Connor asked as he watched the runes work, his mind thickening up with a gray fog that left him almost crippled as he struggled to think.

“It’s a sensory deprivation ring,” Iron explained as he finished snapping off his gloves, throwing the refuse away in an orange bin nearby, “Donmanthu’s been making a habit of cursing you humans with amplified senses. The human mind wasn’t built to process so much information and it causes many of you to suffer from a sensory overload, giving many humans constant headaches or migraines. I developed these rings to help suppress these “gifts” he gave you so you can function properly.”

“Wait, it won’t take away all of them, will it?” Connor asked after he pieced everything together, still a little dull from the enchantment that was spreading across his body. Iron shook his head as he held Connor’s limp wrist lightly, “No, it only works to prevent sensory overload. Which you seem to be reacting differently too, your heart rate is a little high, and you’re showing signs of a strong arousal response.” he noted before retracting his hands and picking up a nearby tablet to scan Connor’s VC.

It took mere moments before Iron chuckled at what he found on the screen, “Well that would explain it.” He smiled as he looked down at Connor, before sitting beside the bed on a nearby rolling stool.

“Explain what?”

“Why you’re so aroused,” Iron answered with a bright smile, “You have the perfect combination of blessings to alter how you can process your sensory overload. You’re Vitals chip is showing me that you’ve been blessed with a powerful constitution, making it easier for you to live with smaller portions of food, water, sleep, improve your recovery rate and strengthen your bones and body so that it mimics kevlar and concrete.” Iron paused to breath as he looked at the tablet again, “But the down side is that all of these improvements have been steadily increasing your libido, because of your quick recovery you would never suffer from infertility, or erectile dysfunction, and that recovery time between orgasms is distinctly short as well, so it takes far less time to get hard again after cumming. The problems is, is that you’ve been holding yourself short and haven’t been masturbating for at least two weeks, so the slightest thing is turning you on. Which is dangerous for someone like you, with how high your constitution is you really need to be climaxing regularly or else your mind will be impaired by relentless euphoria.” He continued before waving off his explanation.

“Regardless Connor, because you are so horny, this over stimulation caused by your senses being amplified isn’t causing you headaches, it’s turning you on harder and harder. Your brain is living on an overflow of endorphins that is constantly being recycled, putting you in a state of perpetual ecstasy. Which is an amazing difference, but Connor, simply, if you don’t masturbate often, and you take off this ring, you’ll be nothing more than a sex starved incubus begging for sex on the street, and I’m guessing you don’t want to live like that.” Iron explained thoroughly before looking down at Connor, who just leaned back on the bed and stared at the stone carvings in the ceiling trying to process it all, but when he did he nodded.

“Yeah, of course not, thanks for the help.” Connor breathed as the fog in his mind started to clear, a mild headache starting to form as pent up tension was slowly being released.

“It’s nothing, but Connor I have the tools, I’d be more than happy to plug you up and milk you dry. You really shouldn’t be keeping yourself so pent up like this, what made you even want to do this? Didn’t Donmanthu tell you how dangerous your blessing would become?” Iron offered as he scratched Connor’s head, like any human would do to a feral pet.

“Of course, he did, it’s just a little complicated but I promise I’ll take care of it. I just don’t want to be milked right now, as much fun as that sounds.” Connor sighed as he sat up in the bed scratching his forehead, “But can I get anything for my headache?”

“Yes, I’ll have Shia get it for you.” Iron nodded, waving to a nearby black Friesian mare, her mane and tail tied up in ornate braids, before getting up and laying down the tablet, “You can leave cardinal, he should be fine now.”

“Yes sir,” Cardinal bowed before looking down at Connor with a smile, “Get well, I would like to see you again?”

“Yeah, I will try,” Connor agreed as he settled against the wall.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Connor.” Cardinal bowed after he took a deep breath, before walking away.

“You too Cardinal, may the gods be with you where ever you go.”

“And with you.” The cardinal finished, waving a simple goodbye with his head held high like a naked noble, keeping his butt tight and perky with every step, his tail feathers teasing the wind with subtle swaying motions until the door closed behind him.

“Connor, if you need to release some of that tension, do you want to come over tonight? I was going to plow this human later?” One of the female Mincridarn warriors asked, a heavy-set bear wrapped in bandages, nodding to the heavily scared human beside her bed; who huffed in silence and rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue with the she bear.

“I’ll be fine Pia, I’ve been planning on seeing someone,” Connor answered, holding back key details so he didn’t get a repeat of what happened with Benny. The dense female laughed at the idea, “Who the fucks got you whipped?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know, we’ve never met in person, we’ve been talking to each other for the past couple of months online but that’s about it. I think he’s a Mincridarn, but I’m not sure, anyways, I was going to meet up with him once I got back from deployment, but I got cut off. So, I don’t quite know if he’ll be available, I’m hoping he is.” Connor answered with a sigh as he did his best to ignore his blue aching balls.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Are you sure this guy isn’t pulling you’re tail? Do you even know their name?” Shia asked, walking up to Connor with a small tray that she laid across his lap, “He said his name was Newopo or something.” Connor answered, avoiding the first name, so the avid listeners wouldn’t probe deeper.

“A Newopo?” Pia chuckled in surprise, “I’ve heard of the Newopo’s, if you’re going out on a date with one of them you should be fine; they are an honorable family. Serros Newopo used to be my commander when I worked as a guard back in Mincara. I didn’t think there were any here in Avonmori. Last I checked they had stayed behind to protect Mincara.”

“Well, other than his name I don’t really know too much about him, he keeps his personal life private, but damn… I love how he plays around with me, he just has this way of getting under my skin and teasing me all day long.” Connor swooned, for a moment before downing his medicine and the water.

Pia laughed, her smile beaming, “Well if you ever feel like you might be in danger, don’t hesitate to call me; I’ll run over as fast as I can.” Dominating the room with a proud pose that exposed her dense arms; her antics earned her eye rolls from several humans, while the Mincridarins just chuckled, Connor just smiled and nodded, “I will, but I’ll be fine Pia, I trust him.”

“It’s not about trust, it’s about respect, and that guy better respect you.” Pia countered as she punched her own palm, “But why are you back Connor?” she sharply transitioned, leaning back on the bed.

“I got promoted.” Connor sighed, the room quickly filling with life as everyone was all to proud to hear the accomplishment before dying quickly. Pia looked at him almost wounded by his lack of enthusiasm, “What’s wrong Connor?”

“I got promoted, but I’ve been assigned to train new rangers; and I don’t know if I can do that. I didn’t have the best role model… my dad; he was a bit of a dick.” Connor sighed, rubbing his head, trying to suppress the memories, “He’d kick me out of bed early every morning, the sun wouldn’t be up, and he’d make me tear apart every gun we owned until my fingers bled…” Connor’s heart died as he scrubbed the old scars on his fingers, “I don’t want to train new people like my dad did, for as good as I am; sometimes I wonder if it was worth it.”

“Then don’t,” Pia said as if that solved every problem in the universe, Connor scoffed at the idea, but Pia didn’t give him a chance to speak, “Connor, you don’t have to be your dad, but you can share his lessons. What he taught you, with all that training he beat you with, what were the most important lessons? That is what you teach.” She clarified with a mother’s tone, soft and warm, and with the gentlest and proudest smile.

Connor exhaled, he didn’t want to admit anything, but she wasn’t wrong, so he nodded, “Yeah… ok…Thanks Pia.”

“It’s nothing, we all know you can do it, and the soldiers you train will be legendary if there even half as good as you.” The compliments kept persisting, as everyone in the room shared docile words of encouragement. Shia even patting his shoulder, saying nothing as she left with the metal tray.

But Iron made a point to offer his own sentiments as he came over to Connor’s bed with his hands in his pockets, “You’ll do fine Connor,” he soothed with a heavy breath and proud smirk, “You’re sharper than you think, but you should get going, you’re not technically an employee so you shouldn’t really be here.” He pushed, nodding to the door, pretty much igniting a fire as he enraged just about everyone inside, “You gray entitled shit stain, Connor belongs here just as much as you do. Now shut up and leave the guy alone.” Pia passionately insulted as she threw a metal tray across the room like a frisbee, Iron barely flinching as the tray folded around his head, falling to the floor with a heavy clang, nothing more than a lump of polished metal at that point. Iron brushed the fur on the back of his head, “The point still stands Connor, but it was good to see you again.”

“You too Iron, and thanks for the ring.” Connor added before he started to pull the ring off, the magic having long since faded.

“Connor, no, stop, you’re not supposed take off the ring.” Iron blurted out, jumping forward to shackle Connor’s hands, “The ring will only work if you wear it, if you ever take it off the magic will fade and you’ll overstimulate yourself again. You’ll either develop intense headaches or turn into a dangerous incubus.”

“Oh…” Connor flinched at the realization, looking down at the permanent accessory, “do I have to pay for it or something?”

Iron shook his head before patting Connor’s shoulder, “No, I’d never take money from family, but I do have to follow some rules, so get going.” He finished, pulling on Connor’s shoulders to ease him along as he helped Connor get out of the bed.

“Right, well I do need to get going anyways.” Connor accepted, bowing in appreciation to Iron, before waving goodbye to everyone, “I’ll see you later.”

“You fucking better, we’ve got to celebrate your promotion.” Pia demanded just as Connor left, “I’ll try.” Connor teased, the bear fuming at the notion as he slid the door closed, a scalpel cutting in the door just beside his head, “Temper, temper.” Connor chuckled, promptly leaving with a smile.

It took substantial effort to push past the crowd of employees in the locker room, all asking him what happened, interrogating him, locking him down until they were satisfied. It was almost amusing for Connor to think that the longest part about going to the cavern was being entrapped by the employees instead of Donmanthu. However, they eventually let him go and he was able to make it back to the Humvee in the parking garage, where the driver was sitting in the driver’s seat, his hat over his eyes as he slept.

“You finished?” the driver asked, a bit pointed, but Connor nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready to head to base. The Commander is bound to chew me out, but I’ll be fine.” He sighed and the driver laughed nodding, “Of course you’re going to be, you’re two hours late.”

“Lovely,” Connor agreed, “I’m going to be fashionably late as usual.”

“There is nothing fashionable about this,” The driver countered, rolling his eyes as he pulled out of the parking lot, before taking the highway down the to the base beneath the roots of the titanic tree.