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The Hunters at Rest

For Roureem

By Draconicon

Wan Gong Jing and his companion, Greganheit Bergmann, were two unlikely travelers on the Imperial Road that lead to the capital from everywhere, and away from it to everywhere else. Both were foreigners in the land of Yang, and were foreigners to each other to a certain extent, as well.

Jing crested the next ridge on the road, pausing to wipe his forehead. The kirin dragon stood five feet tall, with antlers adorning his head and long red hair running down the sides of it. White scales with a green tint reflected the afternoon light, leaving him a shimmering, almost magical sight for those that would care to look. He stretched his arms overhead, his scarf sliding over one shoulder, and adjusted his footing, open-toed sandals clacking, as he reached back for Greganheit.

The silver-furred wolf that followed was so huge that it seemed impossible that he needed the kirin's aid, but whether it was indulgence or need, help he took. He stood a foot taller than Jing, and wore thick armor, metal plates that were used more in other lands than this one. With dark boots and darker eyes, the wolf stood like a shadow to Jing's light, and grunted as he looked off into the distance.

"No sign of the monster," Greganheit said.

"No, but that's all for the better. It's been a long day, after all, and we'd hardly want a fight before we had the chance to recover."

"You wouldn't."

"Nor would you, my friend, nor would you," Jing said, chuckling. "I would not have you waste your energy saving me when we could spend that time in an inn, finding our footing once more and having a night to ourselves. Or perhaps apart?"

The kirin nudged his traveling companion under the ribs ever so slightly, just a teasing thing, but even that was enough to make a 'clang' that echoed down the road. Jing rubbed his elbow with a smiling wince, shaking his head.

"Always forget how firm that is."

"Hmmph."

Greganheit had always been a man of few words, and it took every ounce of Jing's charm to pull the few he got from the wolf. Yet, there was something to the other man, something beyond mere fighting skill, that made him an interesting traveling companion.

He's a hunk.

Jing smiled to himself as he waved for the other man to take the lead now that they were going downhill again, following a pace back and to the side. His eyes wandered, taking in the wolf's broad shoulders and thick arms, and the breadth of his back. It was the body of someone that had trained themselves well, and for good reason.

Good, and sad reasons, one must admit. Reasons that Jing was all too familiar with, due to the recent court cases back at the capital.

He put that out of his mind, looking past the wolf down the road. The great mountains that were their destination loomed in the distance, and he imagined they'd reach the base of the peaks the day after tomorrow, if not late tomorrow. Their quarry, a great hound that was said to have a mane of fire, wandered at the base of the peaks. To bring it in, bound or dead, would grant them great prestige, and in the Kingdom of Yang, prestige could be measured for greater value than any amount of gold, particularly for foreigners like the pair of them.

"Do you look forward to your rest, Greganheit?"

"Hmmph. Some."

"You sound out of sorts."

"Long day."

Long day, perhaps? Or perhaps...

Jing closed his eyes, focusing his attention to a space just above his eyes. A third place, a place of power, a place of understanding, glowed with all the energy that he poured toward it. The kirin breathed deep, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the world differently.

It was Dragon Sight, an ability that he had honed for some time, and it allowed one to see the ebb and flow of mana in the world, and more importantly, in the bodies of others. He turned away from the world and its many currents of power, making sure that he looked specifically at his companion. The wolf's body was slightly shielded by the protective plates of metal, but that was nothing to the eyes of someone trained in the art.

He saw the flow, the pulse, the pressure of the natural man in the other male, but more than that, he saw the tension that rose with it. Pleasure and the need for it had been building in Greganheit for some time, as far as he could tell, and the pulsing libido - present as a deep, pinkish-red down between his legs - was throbbing and glowing with repeated emanations of power. It was clear that the wolf had not tended to himself so often on this trip as others might have.

Jing closed his eyes again, and the image faded. He allowed it to; the Dragon Sight was harder to maintain on the move than it was while one was still, though it was doable. He had already seen what he needed to see, however. His friend and companion was in need, and that meant that the pair of them needed to have a little talk when they reached an inn.

For they would reach one, eventually, and regardless of Greganheit's grumbles, they would be stopping at the inn. They would need rest, food, and a roof over their head for the night. There was no other way that they were going to be recovered enough for a fight without that.

And more to the point, they needed something else. A little...mutual relief, and that wasn't going to happen on the road.

#

They arrived at The Soaring Crane just before sundown, and the innkeeper, a friendly-enough red panda, gestured them in just as he was closing the front doors for the night. The common room was raucous, as both of them had come to expect on their travels, and Greganheit went to the bar to order them some food and drink.

Jing specifically chose a table near the stairs going up to the top floor, knowing that they would want to make a clean getaway when people started getting too rowdy. There were those that might recognize his species, and if that happened -

Well, he could already imagine the sort of 'offers' that they'd start to receive. Though not so common as in his homeland, there were those that knew that kirin, such as himself, had the ability to take the fluids of the body, specifically the lustful ones, and turn them to mana. It was a skill that was not specific to kirin - though they had a great deal of it - but it was something that the common folk assumed that all kirin did, and that all of them wanted to do.

Jing was all too familiar with requests and 'offers' that would have made a prostitute blanch in return for giving him his 'mana fix' for the day. It was as if the world had turned on its head at those moments, as if he was offering them payment in sex in exchange for something that they would naturally want to spill anyway.

One more positive for the Kingdom of Yang, though. He received those offers less than twice a month here, while he had received them multiple times a day in his homeland. The difference was stark, and while he would have preferred even less, he would take what he could get.

He tossed his scarf properly over his shoulder, laying one leg over the other as Greganheit came back with a pair of cups. They were filled with a steaming brew, but even he could tell by smell that they weren't tea. He smiled softly, shaking his head as he took his cup.

"Are we trying to pass out tonight?"

"Hmmph. Seemed the fastest way to sleep."

"But hardly the most efficient, considering the feelings we'll have when we take up tomorrow."

"Only if we go too hard. Small doses, easier for sleeping."

"Heh. I so regularly forget that you are more than your muscles. Splendidly more, it must be said."

There was no response, but he thought that there might have been a blush beneath those silver cheeks. He shook his head, giving his own cup a delicate sip while Greganheit downed half of his own.

It was not unpleasant, though it was hardly something that he would have ordered for himself if he had entirely the choice of the matter. A little too sharp, a little too hot on the throat for what he liked. He sipped it gingerly, closing his eyes and summoning the Dragon Sight once again.

If anything, Greganheit's need burned hotter than before. The silver wolf was sitting with his legs spread wide, and when he looked down, the kirin could just make out the light of need down there. It pulsed and shimmered like an enchanted gem, begging for one to touch it. The sheer size of what was waiting down there...yes, it was quite potent, indeed, and something that needed some relief.

He set his cup down, shaking his head. The wolf cocked his to the side.

"Something wrong?"

"No. I don't believe that I'll need this tonight, though. You, on the other hand -"

"Hmmph. I know that look. Don't start. I'm not...I don't need anything like that. Don't need anything like that at all."

"I believe that you would be the one fooling yourself at that," Jing said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "And what will you do when you arrive for battle and your need is pent-up, when you are not thinking clearly? What if the hound has a different fire to bring to bear, hmm?"

"That'd be an entirely different monster."

"Indeed, but we both know that the reports are seldom so accurate as we would hope. Why sabotage yourself for the sake of avoiding some fun?"

The silver wolf didn't answer. He looked down at his own cup, clearly not wanting to take the conversation further.

Were it anyone else, Jing might have taken the suggestion to shut up and run with it, but Greganheit was his traveling companion, and more to the point, his hired guard. There was a great deal riding on them working together, doing their job properly, and ensuring the safe handling of the hound at the base of the mountain. Trying to half-ass it and trying to handicap themselves for the sake of whatever reason burned in the dog's head was not going to be tolerated.

"Let me point out that, if we do this, you will make me stronger, as well," he said, leaning back in his chair, one arm behind the top of it. "If we do this, I can turn that to mana, which will make me more capable in the fight."

"...That's...true."

"You will not need to worry about failing, if I am able to do more to help you. And I won't be making your job harder."

"Heh. You never do."

"Oh, let's not kid ourselves. The one that practices the mystic arts may be a great boon, but they are also the biggest annoyance that one has to deal with. The constant fragility, the way that they slow others down, the way that they make it everyone else's problem to protect them in any pitched fight: I am aware of what downsides I come with, Greganheit."

And he played them up now specifically to make a point. He didn't mind that he caused problems because he also brought solutions. That fragility meant that he had to be quick. The way that he slowed others down had to be paid for by giving them something that made the slower pace worth it. And having to be protected meant that he had to be able to give them something worth the protection.

Mana. Mana was always worth it, for him and others. And he could make a great deal of it for the right reasons.

He extended his tail, slowly and delicately brushing it against the armored wolf's calf. Greganheit stiffened in his chair, huffing in the process.

"I am not asking you to make me your lover for the rest of eternity, my friend," Jing said, shaking his head. "I am merely saying...allow me to take care of that, and feed us both with power. That will make our battle so much easier than you going in pent-up and stupid, and me going in without the fuel that would give me strength."

"...Nnngh. I hate...I hate when you're logical."

"Logic is merely sense given time to work itself out," he said, shrugging as he picked up his cup again. He swirled it between his fingers, then took one more sip. He shook his head. "I'm finished with that, I think."

"The brew between my legs ain't going to be much better."

"You let me be the judge of that."

"Fine. Just...lemme get dinner first."

"You do what you need to do, my friend. You do what you need to do."

#

They finished their meal, and Greganheit remained in the common room for a time after. It was likely the wolf's way of fitting himself to what he would be doing upstairs, while Jing was already ready for it.

It wasn't that the other man was afraid of being with other men, he knew. They had talked often enough for him to know that Greganheit was not opposed to the idea, and might have, perhaps, enjoyed the touch of other men in the past. No, the issue ran deeper than that, and it was all down to the wolf's bastard of a father.

Jing still remembered the effort that it had taken to get them separated. The Baron - he would not think of the other wolf's name for the sins that he had committed - still lived, though he would not see his son any longer. The beatings and thrashings that he had levied on Greganheit had done great damage, scarring the wolf inside and out. There were still marks on Greganheit's face from what the other man had done, and more, upon his heart. The abuse, both physical and mental, had left the other man with a feeling of utter loathsomeness, and it was a miracle that he had allowed Jing even the chance to touch him on the regular. A pat, an occasional embrace, was the most that Greganheit would allow him.

And it was more than he allowed anyone else.

That, he was sure, stemmed from a gratitude for another situation. Jing had been part of a court case where the wolf had been tried for murder. It had been a case that had nothing of value to it, nothing but someone else's political motivations for bringing Greganheit down, but the kirin had been part of the defense and done a great deal to sink the other side's case. It was not a total win at the time, but it had come quite close.

And here he was, now, traveling with a man that was barely more than a disgraced noble, both of them in a land not their own and hunting monsters for pay. What a life.

Jing rested on the edge of the bed. He had found that they only had one, which suited him just fine. He had already removed all the pillows and packs, putting them at the head of the bed so Greganheit couldn't just say that he would take the floor. The walls were lined with some of the candles that he had taken from his pack, filling the air with the sweet, heady smell of the incense that he used for special sessions. It was not quite an aphrodisiac, but it was not far from it, and it was potent enough that even his head was spinning slightly, filling his blood with heat, but not yet sending need to his shaft.

He had taken his scarf off, as well as most of his other garments. Only a loincloth remained, barely covering the slit between his legs and the cock that wanted to come free. He leaned back enough for the moisture at the edge of the slit to stick to it, staining the loincloth and framing that spot. Just enough to look sexy. Just enough to look good.

The door eventually opened, and Greganheit stepped in. No wobble, which meant that he hadn't spent all that time getting drunk. All the better. He stopped at the door, stared for a moment, then slowly shut it.

"Quick, right?" the wolf muttered.

"If you truly want that, we can, but I believe that you need something better than that."

"You should rest."

"So should you, but as neither of us are going to do that until we're done, why not make it worth the time?"

"..."

"The more you let me do, the more powerful I shall be, and the more that I can help you tomorrow."

"Hate it when you're right."

"I know. Come."

The armored wolf approached the bed, stopping just in front of him. The sight of him from below was truly something to behold. Thick arms and thicker shoulders blocked out the light from above, and his great armored head still showed a mild sense of concern on the muzzle sticking past the opening in the front. The wolf's hands, big and broad, slowly reached for his belt, only for Jing to stop him in mid-reach.

"Allow me."

He took his time undressing the monster of a warrior before him. A full head taller, a full foot taller, Greganheit had always been the monolith behind and before him, the threat that made his speech that much easier to hear. There was no reason to fight when there was that sort of thug standing right behind him.

Except that you are far more than a thug...

He gently peeled the belt away, taking his time to fully undo it and wrap it in a circle around his arm before continuing. The plates that laid heavily on the other man's legs came next, and the armor that he wore over his torso after that. Each slow removal was done in such a way that felt ritualistic, almost holy in its execution, and he flattered himself to think that he was doing it well.

Further down, further down, taking each piece of extra accessories to the act away. The armor was gone, then the weapons. They were followed by the little hidden toys along the ankles and wrists, and they by the gloves and boots that the wolf wore through the day. He took his time, treating each disrobing as a holy thing in its own right, making sure that he laid everything down with the greatest of respect.

By the time that he finally came back to the other man's crotch, undoing the ties that held the pants up, he could feel the heat coming on. There was no need for Dragon Sight to know that this was turning the wolf on; Greganheit's cock was as hard as it could possibly be.

Down came the pants, and up came the shaft, bumping him gently on the chin. He bit off a chuckle as he helped the wolf step out of his pants, then stood up to pull the tunic off his top.

"I can't...this is..."

"Relax. It will be everything that you need," Jing said.

"I'm not...I'm not..."

"Here. Lie down."

He gently guided the wolf into bed, again taking his time to make sure that the other male was as comfortable as possible. Even with his best efforts, he could feel the tension in Greganheit's muscles, could feel the tremble that ran through his thighs as he laid down.

He's so skittish, so scared of what it would feel like to be with someone properly, he thought, a surge of sympathy rushing through him. What must it be like, to live like this, to know that you could have so much more but being terrified to allow yourself to have it?

The Dragon Sight returned. He could see the pink-red lust energy running through the other man, but more than that, he could see a blue chill of fear running contrary to it. Where the pink pulses flashed, the blue swell tried to douse them. Here, there, everywhere.

He had his work cut out for him.

Jing lowered himself, resting between the other man's legs. He didn't reach for that cock, knowing it would be too much to start. Instead, he covered it with his stomach, lying against it, and his own was still in his slit.

That made some of the blue fade, but not all of it. Instead, he reached further up, rubbing his hands along the wolf's pecs. A little touch, a little massage, nothing lewd, but just an affectionate admiration that was entirely true.

He really is such a mighty man, Jing thought, shaking his head with a small smile. Powerful and kind...great and mighty...

And someone that he would have loved to fuck him in another time, when they both had time and comfort for it. Someone that would have loved to make his own, if they had the space for it in their lives. As it stood, he knew that he could physically fit with the other man, but with all the emotional gaps between them...

Well, it wasn't the time to look for a relationship, not now, at least.

As he kept up the small massages, the encouraging, admiring finger-strokes along the big, powerful muscles of the wolf, he could feel the blue fading away. The fear was shifting, disappearing, and as it faded, the pink-red of lust was able to force its way through much more strongly. Throbbing need pulsed against his belly, occasionally tinged with just a little yellow of embarrassment, but never enough to make it go away. He stroked, he pushed, he gently ground his hands against the firm muscles that waited for him.

Soon, they were almost pressed hip to hip, with him all but straddling the wolf's lap. His hands pressed to either arm, rubbing the biceps that Greganheit clenched and tensed for his pleasure, and he chuckled to himself as the wolf looked up at him. Bright eyes met ones with black sclera, and the wolf groaned.

"You did that on purpose."

"Hmmm, yes, but for two purposes."

"To get me all ready for you?"

"Well, that, but also...because you are handsome. And fine. And crafted to with muscles suitable for the gods themselves."

A little red beneath the silver told him that too few had complimented the wolf for his appearance. Truly, he needed more than he got.

He worked his fingers back inwards, tracing lines from the biceps to the shoulders, and then to the other man's face. The kirin shifted his hips slightly, bringing his slit forward, and the other dragon gasped at the feeling of wet slit to warm shaft.

"What -"

"I feel that you need something...special."

He gently reached down, taking his time to fondle that hard shaft. It was rigid as could be, begging to be taken in hand, and further. Other times, if they were in a hurry, he would have used his mouth, taking his time to build it up but always pushing it hard. It would have been more of a milking session at that point, using tongue and throat to make the other man blow as many times as possible.

But not tonight.

Quality over quantity.

He spread his legs a bit further, and the shaft popped between them, rubbing at the bottom of his genital slit. He could feel his own shaft ready to throb and come to life, but he deliberately kept it inside for now. Just a little longer, a little more time in there, and then he would be allowed to let it free.

He lowered his hips, sucking that thing inside of him. Greganheit gasped, arching his back and lifting his hips ever so slightly. It was enough to buck that thick shaft into the kirin's waiting hole, pushing the head a good three inches inside and nudging against his own shaft. He had to stop himself there, hovering with his hips twitching just over that cock.

It was a mighty stretch, but it felt good. A potent, slightly burning sensation followed, but he was wet enough inside, and he'd get slicker and more stretched as they continued, he knew that much. Just had to get through the first part.

As Greganheit panted, taking his time to recover form the initial penetration, he was already moving. Down, down, down, taking in an inch at a time, pausing, clenching around it, before taking a little bit more. A little more. A little more. Soon, he was halfway down, and his own shaft throbbed and spat against the shaft inside of him.

So cramped...so strong...

With the Dragon Sight active, he could see the silhouette of the shaft inside of him, could see the sensitive spots against the less sensitive parts. He seldom used his slit like this, so it took some effort to figure out how to clench properly -

"NNGH!"

But he was figuring it out, little by little, piece by piece. The wolf under him moaned, shivering from head to toe, his hands clenching and gripping the sheets in tight fists. The bulky body of the canine was clearly barely holding still, but he was thankful that Greganheit was trying his best.

If he had been bucking up, then Jing was fairly sure that he wouldn't have been able to take it. As it was, he was struggling, taking his time to go lower. A little bit more -

"Ah...ah..."

They were panting together, moving in unison with each other. He had to pull back a little, and Greganheit dragged his hips back, the pair of them matching one another. Down and up, then up and down. A little here, a little there, always moving to take a little bit more inside of himself.

Soon, they were all but fucking each other, riding and grinding, thrusting and sliding against one another. The slippery slime inside of a dragon's slit made for a powerful source of pleasure, but the feeling of having his own cock pinned in place like this, always sliding against someone else, was something even more potent.

Greganheit pushed against him, his hands against the bed, his face turned to the side. His face burned bright against the silver of his fur, and though he was clearly in great pleasure, he couldn't bring himself to look up. He couldn't stare at the man giving him pleasure.

Even as he arched his back, though, it was clear that the wolf craved it. He offered his muscular chest, his cock, everything. There was an unspoken plea in the air:

Please...touch me...hold me...touch me...hold me...

And Jing gave his friend exactly what he needed, what he had long required from the world and had seldom gotten. He touched the other man and held him, all but groping that broad, muscular chest as he rode that shaft. Up, down, up, down, up, down -

Squelch. He was all the way at the base now, and the feeling of that massive thing inside, the swelling need of his own cock trapped inside, and all that they had both dripped around each other, made him feel something that he had never felt before. His entire body was charged with energy, a mana that was entirely sexual, and his cock...his cock ached...but it was a good ache. It felt right to have it ground on, rubbed, trapped inside to give someone else pleasure. The slow pressure and pleasure of that other shaft rubbing on his, the smoothness and the roughness combined, the heat and the squirting fire of pre-cum, was so intense compared to the times he had used his hands or his mouth or other parts of himself.

He took his time. Up, down, up, down, each rolling thrust of his hips so simple, so gentle, but he felt as if either of them could blow at any time. Speech would have been impossible with their harsh gasps, their desperate breaths. They were both soaked in sweat from the intensity of the whole thing, and their eyes were rolling back together.

Up, down, up, down. The soft squelches of their bodies grinding together, the wet slime that oozed from both of them oozing slowly from his slit. It wasn't the power of mana yet, but it was close. They were both close.

How much longer? he wondered, barely keeping his mind focused and his eyes on the wolf. He can't be far...

The powerful glow of the pink-red lust was getting brighter and brighter before his eyes, almost too bright to keep looking at. Up, down, up, down, each riding pulse sending a new wave of that lustful light through the wolf's body. Greganheit had lost all other color in the Dragon Sight, becoming nothing but lust and happiness. He hadn't lost his reserve, hadn't reached out to take hold yet, but he was beyond eager. He was burning up, he was -

He was there.

He was cumming.

The first blast of cum came with a wave of pure pleasure, and Jing reached out and seized it, holding it tight as he had been trained. The fluid hit his inner walls, spreading out, cum thick and hot, and he clenched down with them. He squeezed around that other cock, grinding his own shaft against it as he held and pulled.

The life essence being shot in him, the spiritual energy that came from such blissful seed, spread through him. It turned to mana, and he held it tight, suffusing his veins, his muscles, everything with it.

And as it spread through him, it brought its own pleasure, and that pleasure had to go somewhere.

Splut, splut, splut.

He was barely aware of his own orgasm against the backdrop of the pulsing swell of the mana going through his veins, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hanging open as he kept pulsing with pleasure in and out. In, and out.

He eventually sagged forward, his hands resting against the wolf's chest. Those fluffy pecs cushioned him as he caught his breath, and he could feel the slow sag of that thick thing inside of him. His own erection still had nowhere to go, and the pressure down at the base kept him as hard as he could be. Jing shook his head, trying to catch his breath. Sooner or later, he would have to move, and -

POP!

It took no more than a slight shift of his weight to pop the wolf's cock from him, and it was like his orgasm hit him all over again. Everything that had already come out was doubled, everything that had been pent up inside of his cock coming free now that it was no longer kept under pressure by the shaft in his slit. He wheezed as he twitched, pulsing, squirting, his cock not leaving his slit but a great of the mess inside doing it for him.

"Sorry...s-sorry," he panted.

There was no response from Greganheit, and he had lost his focus sufficiently to not be able to tell what the massive wolf was feeling at that moment. He groaned, knowing that it couldn't be an easy moment for the big warrior, and started to roll to the side -

Thump.

Without warning, he was hugged. Not just embraced, but flat-out hugged, his chest pinned to the other male's torso, and his head tucked beneath the wolf's muzzle. They rolled slowly, still facing each other, and he was flat-out flabbergasted at the fact that Greganheit was allowing them to stay this close for this long.

It was even more than that. This time, he was the one being held, and the other man was the one doing the holding. It was never like that in the past, and the fact that the silver wolf felt able to go that far was a testament to how much he must have needed that. Jing smiled, feeling more than a little proud of himself.

"Going to be alright with just one bed?" he asked.

"Mm-hm."

"Going to be okay being close?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Going to be okay with the smell?"

"...I'll live with it."

That was good enough for the kirin. He smiled, nuzzling into the crook of the wolf's neck, feeling the warmth and the fuzz against him in a way that he had never really been allowed to feel before. He ground his face into that soft spot, and just...enjoyed it. It was nice, calming, and it was going to be a much better night's sleep this time around. He was sure of it.

Now, how would he make sure that this wasn't just a one-time occurrence? Well, that was a problem for Tomorrow-Jing to figure out.

The End

Summary: A pair of adventurers stop at an inn to de-stress, though one is far more keen than the other.

Tags: M/M, Slit Sex, Cock Inside, Trapped Cock, Fucking, Edging, Grinding, Frotting, Dragon, Kirin, Adventurers, Wolf, Disrobing, Care, Size Difference, Small Guy Riding, Cum, Orgasm, Squirting, Musk,