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Slayer or Layer 44

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

After they left behind the forest bonfire, Lorkos hoped that the problems and catastrophes that seemed to be tracking them would come to an end. For a few days, that hope grew brighter and brighter, and by the time that they came to the village of Morton, he honestly felt better about their chances than ever before. They hadn't found any more bandits, the king's army hadn't come chasing after them, and there hadn't been any more gryphons on the wing. Everything was going swimmingly...

Except for the curse.

The once-wolf bit his lips as he walked down the village streets with a great heat between his legs. It wasn't quite as bad as it had been in the old village, nor was it as bad as it had been when Ashin had done the curse at the start, but after having so long without it, he had forgotten how hard it could hit and how debilitating that it could be. It left his sex feeling empty, his stomach feeling the need for load after load pumped in to make eggs. The heat hadn't attracted anyone on the road, and thankfully Lia hadn't noticed, but Mastar had started giving him odd looks that he had to ignore. Of all the things that might trip them up, one of them fucking him was one that they could do without.

That said, it would have been helpful. He gritted his teeth as he looked out from under his hood, staring at the various men that they passed. Merchants, mercenaries, beggars, and more were all available for...attention, and this time, the curse wasn't cutting him off from that sort of thing. It didn't matter that they weren't scaly. All that mattered was that they had dicks, and he didn't have an egg inside him yet.

He could fuck you.

It was like hearing a little devil on his shoulder whispering every single time that he looked at one of the men on the road. He could hear it so clearly, knew exactly what could happen if he just walked over and spread his legs. He'd have a dick shoved up his cunt so fast that he'd be on all fours moaning like a bitch in seconds. He'd be pregnant, he'd be filled with little eggs that grew quickly and -

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He did not need that. Not now.

"What are we going to do here?" Lia asked, moving up to walk alongside. "It's not exactly safe."

"No, but it's better than spending the night on the road again."

"How?"

"Supplies."

That was one of the big worries that they had right at the moment. The food that they'd brought from the village was almost gone, and they didn't have much in the way of luck resupplying on the road. Hunting got them some, but not enough. Not enough to bulk up on, and not enough to be sure that they'd have enough if they had bad luck further down the road. They needed rations.

Lia obviously wasn't convinced. He shook his head.

"And information."

"You're going to talk to someone?" she asked, raising an eyebrow beneath her own hood. "That's more than I thought you'd do."

"I have to. Otherwise..."

"What do we need to know?"

"How much is between us and Ashin, for one. And what the kingdom's saying, for another."

Those were two things that he didn't know. There wasn't much possibility that the kingdom had any sort of response to their actions so far, considering that they were staying hidden. The bonfires that they'd left behind were dangerous, signs that they were going a little out of control, but nobody had been on the road to stop them. There were no soldiers in the village looking for them.

Provided they didn't do anything stupid, they should be fine, but he needed to be sure. That meant talking.

Provided we can find an inn, one with plenty of booze...

The bandits and soldiers had been good for one thing, at least. He had money from their corpses, and that meant that he could buy whatever he needed while they were in Morton. Money could do a lot of the talking for him.

"Come on. Let's find food, then a place to stay."

Food ended up being easy. They bought ten pounds of dried meat, bread, and a little bit of aging cheese - something that they'd need to eat reasonably soon, but was still good - and it hadn't cost them as much as he'd worried about. A place to sleep, however, turned out to be a little more difficult.

Morton was jammed to the brim with travelers, and most of them were paying over the asking price for a room to guarantee their beds. Lorkos had to try four different inns before finding one that had a room left, and even that was a compromise. There was only one bed, and they decided that Lia would be the one to get it due to her status as the only female in the group. She didn't argue; she seemed to be keen to have it.

As she walked up the stairs, though, he saw that there were plenty of figures in the common room that watched her leave. Some stared at her attire, which was fair enough. Fully robed figures were somewhat rare. However, there were those that fixed their eyes on her swaying hips as she went up the back of the inn, and that? That got to him.

He glared at them, particularly one wolf male that was grinning from ear to ear, so much so that his ears went up and his teeth were completely on display. He recognized the look. It was the expression that a male put on when he was staking his claim on a female and didn't want anyone else to get involved. He growled under his breath, gripping the mug he'd just bought.

"He better stop," he muttered.

"What?" Mastar blinked. "What's the matter?"

"That guy."

He nodded towards Mr. Smiles, as he was calling him in his head. Mastar gave him one look, then winced.

"Lia?"

"Yeah."

"Calm down. She can take care of herself."

"Not with this. Not yet."

It was a weird reaction, one that he hadn't expected of himself. Yes, she was his daughter, but this...

This was something that he would have expected of a foolish father, someone that had just gotten his first child, someone that didn't know how to take a more measured reaction. This was -

Oh, spirits, I'm one of them...

Lorkos groaned, trying to calm down as he realized just how overprotective he was being. He was, wasn't he? There was no reason for Lia to worry that much. After all, they were in a public place. All they had to rely on was...was...

Shit. They were in a public place, where people were drinking, and that face meant that Mr. Smiles was downright determined to get laid. Nobody started grinning that wide and still believed that consent meant a damn thing. He gripped his mug tighter, trying to keep himself from getting angrier than he needed to be.

Options. What were his options?

Well, the first option was that he started a fight. He might win, but all it would take was one little mix-up, and he would be out of a robe again. Considering the stares he'd gotten on the road when he accidentally revealed himself, that was a bad idea. He needed something that would keep them from being noticed more than they already had been.

Option two. He gave the guy money to go somewhere else. Also a bad option, mostly because it would probably backfire, and the asshole would just take the money and stay in his seat, leaving him looking like a fool. No, that wasn't a good idea either.

Option three, however...

That heat between his legs needed something to soothe it, and Mr. Smiles, for all the other problems that he had, looked like he had a decent bulge down there. Lorkos hated the idea of doing anything like that, but it would kill two birds with one stone: he'd have his needs fulfilled, and Lia wouldn't have to deal with an asshole trying to get her to sleep with him. He took a deep breath, then downed most of his drink.

"What are you doing?" Mastar asked.

"Getting ready to get fucked up..."

"You're not."

"I am."

"...Oh boy."

"Yeah. Just...come get me if something happens."

Getting to his feet with a buzz already starting behind his eyes, he walked over to Mr. Smiles's table. The wolf looked up at him, spreading his lips a bit further, showing more of his fangs. Lorkos ignored that, sitting down beside him.

"You're going to stop that," he muttered.

"Yeah? Why?"

"Because she's not the one you want."

"You better have a good alternative, because I'm not going without something tonight. Who are you, anyway?"

"The one that's going to make sure that you are satisfied."

The words tasted horrible on his lips, but he knew that he had to go through with this. If only to keep the curse from getting worse, he had to do something. Surreptitiously, he pulled his arm up his sleeve, then reached down between his legs. His sex was already wet, had been all day long, and he knew that the pheromones would be enough to get the wolf interested in him, instead. Maybe not as much as a proper bitch, but enough.

He extended his hand in offering. Mr. Smiles looked down, raised an eyebrow, then leaned in to sniff his hand.

Rrrrip.

It was a quiet rip, but enough to hear that the smell had done what he had expected. The wolf had gone from eager to downright needy, and as soon as he pulled his hand back, Mr. Smiles was on his feet, rounding the table, and grabbing him by the shoulder. Lorkos followed, keeping himself from flashing too much as he walked up the stairs with the wolf. Mastar flashed him a look of sympathy before falling out of sight.

They reached the other wolf's room in seconds, but it wasn't until the door slammed shut that he realized just how far this was going. Mr. Smiles was gasping for breath, lustful as a wolf could be, but that should have been reserved for what one would do for a proper bitch, not for some random female in heat.

Is the curse...spreading?

It seemed so. Mr. Smiles looked almost feral as he looked Lorkos in the eye again, almost helplessly fondling himself. Lorkos groaned under his breath, but at least it would mean less questions. He reached for the end of his sleeve, ripping it carefully into the shape of a rough blindfold.

"Take off your clothes, put this on, and lie down."

"Why?"

"Because it's more fun. And I'm shy."

There was a great deal of truth to that, and he wasn't going to deny that. The last thing that he needed was to show off his body, particularly when he was this close to getting the old one back. He shifted back and forth, moving from foot to foot as Mr. Smiles hesitated.

Finally, the other wolf nodded, holding out his hand. He took the blindfold and wrapped it around his head, then kicked off his pants. A well-formed, good-sized cock popped free, one that was already dribbling with pre-cum and running down his legs. As he laid down, getting in position, Lorkos shook his head.

Can't believe I'm doing this again...I thought I was done with this...

Lorkos knew that he should have known better. His earlier relief was nothing but a reprieve against the need that he had felt from the start. As he took off his clothes, exposing his scaly body to the blindfolded wolf, he could feel that need rising at the presence of a cock. The curse had changed, yes, but the actual result was no different than before. It was pushing him to get bred, and that was what was going to happen.

He stared at the shaft as he straddled the wolf, lowering his hips slowly. His sex made contact with it, hot, hard, and altogether something that he would have preferred to never touch again. However, his body made it clear that either he did this now, or it would make him get fucked when he couldn't afford the distraction.

Fine, he thought.

Gripping the shaft at the base, he tilted it up, feeling the pointed tip already rubbing against him. He bit his lips as he felt the sheer need come forward, almost like a waterfall running out of him. Mr. Smiles groaned behind the blindfold.

"Mmmph...you need it bad, don't ya?" the wolf grunted.

Lorkos didn't answer. Instead, he slowly lowered himself, gradually pulling the shaft into him. The feeling of a wolf cock should have turned him off, but the need was so great that it took whatever it could get. The further it went, the wetter he got, and the more that Mr. Smiles moaned under him.

Well, at least one of us is having fun, he thought as he rolled his hips. Try not to last too long...

The End

Summary: Lorkos and company find a village for information and food, and Lorkos learns that he's a bit of an overprotective father.

Tags: M/M, vaginal, pheromones, wet, slick, heat, annoyed, protective, wolf, dragon, series,