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Seeds of Divinity, Ch 12

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It took nearly twenty minutes for Herald to calm everyone down and remind everyone (including Raedryn himself) that the young Human was the Prophet, and this meant that, as he gained more and more of the Divine Seeds, he would unlock more knowledge and power than he'd had before-- something as simple as understanding Fylgish was hardly exceptional. At that point, Ray had to interject. "What exactlY IS Fylgish?"

Micah provided an answer with a scowl. "A language the Church tried to kill off... fuck, I need a drink."

The Molz stepped out of the cargo hold, promising to return after he 'had a minute and a grog'. Herald picked up where the Badger left off. "Before the Church came into being and before the Sundered God was struck down his followers shared a single language known as Fylgish. Once the Church took over it was banned from being spoken, requiring that all citizens of guided realms learn the common tongue. After that, the Divine Tongue of the Shattered One was all but forgotten... except by his

most faithful followers... and by those few who carry the Divine Seeds."

Bird was not quite so reverent. "I don't speak it."

A smirk hinting at impish intent crept upon the Varken's muzzle. "Vur nasi, Tacnum."

The Sunfeili snapped his eyes in Herald's direction. "YOU'RE the one being diff...i...cult... wait-- I understood that!"

The Wolf's smile was much less subtle by that point. "So you do. As a member of The Divine Prophet's retinue, you will find many more blessings to come."

Raedryn thought about that for several seconds before settling on where the discussion was going. "Blessings? Like what?"

Herald's paw gently patted the bag at his side. "All of the Shattered One's blessing always come in duplicate... When you helped me to reawaken we were gifted with fortune of the monetary kind-- bringing your Cat into the fold raised another blessing of fortune-- this one of luck."

Ray was surprised at how quickly Bird simply accepted the statement as fact. "I was wondering how we got past the Templars without a single drop of blood being spilled."

The Varken nodded. "Just so--- and now that we have our Molz, we have been gifted the blessing of words. As all blessings come in pairs, the next blessing will also be one of words-- persuasion to be specific... which means the next Divine Seed we seek will be found within a Goblin."

Any insight into their quest was welcome but, as Raedryn considered what Herald had just said, that information only raised more questions. "So... you KNOW for sure it'll be a Goblin we're looking for?"

Bird's question was a little more accusatory. "You know who we're looking for? You could have said so before!"

The Wolf casually addressed both at the same time. "I only know once we have identified the most recent blessing-- which is why I realized you were gifted with the Divine Seed the moment I saw you with the Sun of a Thousand Joys, Bird. I did not know we were seeking a Molz until I was able to ascertain it from Master Raedryn's dreams. Once we find the Goblin we will be back to waiting for such inspiration again, as my knowledge is limited to matching blessings which, as I said, always come in twos."

As if timing his return perfectly, Micah stepped into view within the cargo hold, emerging from the stairwell with four mugs situated in his two paws. He began passing them around. "So... Fylgish is as rare as gods damned Roc's teeth, and apparently I'm not the only one here who speaks... got it. What else shouldn't surprise me?"

Ray spoke right up. "We're looking for a Goblin next, apparently."

Micah's muzzle scrunched up in distaste. "Really? A Gobbo? Feh... won't find many of em at sea-- though their small size'd make em good fer below decks, most hate the water... get sea sick and everything. Guess we can start lookin' when we get to East Harbor."

Bird, who had been watching the Molz like a hawk, simply folded his arms across his chest. "You are taking this well."

The hefty laborer offered a casual shrug. "Ah heard all sorts'a stories from mah Gram about this kinda shit... sure, it's fuckin' weird'ta see in real life... but it's not THAT much of a surprise, ah guess."

As if ignoring the exchange between Bird and Micah, Herald's next statement completely changed topic as he spoke to the Molz directly. "I am known as The Herald, though the Glory of the Fractured Whole refers to me simply as Herald. This Sunfeili is Master Raedryn's hidden blade and protective shadow, known as Bird."

Micah took a deep gulp from his mug. "Yeah. Ah'm Micah... like ah said back at th' bar."

Something about the expression Herald wore after that struck Raedryn as odd but neither he nor the Varken said anything. After several moments of quiet, Bird spoke up. "Molz-- you and Lord Raedryn are stowaways... I cannot imagine that we should linger here for much longer without risking trouble."

The laborer shrugged. "Eh... Ah'm part'a th' Union... Ah'm welcome on any ship... but, yeah... best t'keep th' kid outta view... come on... ah know the right place... this way."

Micah led them through several narrow halls below decks connecting several small rooms; while Raedryn and the rest of his team had no trouble walking through the passages the stalwart barkeep had to turn sideways and shuffle, his belly still occasionally scraping door frames as he went. Eventually he stopped toward the end of the hallway at a blank wall and pushed in a section of wooden finish, only for it, and a hidden door to swing outward. Bird seemed impressed. "A hidden room?"

Taking a step back so everyone could squeeze by him, Micah explained "It's more fer contraband and restricted cargo... nice way t'smuggle goods past inspection, but it should work fine fer a few days... so long as the Humme don't have a problem with sea sickness."

Raedryn suck to being honest. "I haven't done much travel."

The Molz's response was very utilitarian. "I'll see if ah can get ya a bowl or somethin' in case ya hurk yer stomach out."

Finally in a position to peek into the room, Ray saw that it was, in a word: tiny. It was simple and basic: wooden floor, wooden walls, and a wooden ceiling. It was perhaps two meters long by a meter and a half wide, and scarcely two meters tall; it reminded the young man of his walk in closet... only smaller. There was also no furniture, no carpet, no wall dressings, and no window. He didn't have a chance to provide his rather dour assessment of the accommodations because Bird beat him to it. "This is unacceptable."

Again, Micah's gruff response was entirely bland. "It's what we got. Can't really be choosey if ya ain't gonna pay fer the trip... and, seein' as we don't want th' Chruch knowin' th' kid's aboard, this is it."

Despite being displeased at where he'd be forced to hide away for the several day journey, Raedryn also realized nothing could be done about it. Reaching out to take hold of Bird's shoulder, the young man resigned himself to it. "It's alright, Bird."

The Sunfeili didn't agree. "It is NOT alright, Master Raedryn. There is not even a bed in here for you."

Herald turned to Micah. "Can we bring something in for the Prophet? At least a mattress of some kind?"

The Molz shrugged. "Ah suppose we can find a way t'sneak one in... it'll take up most a the floor, but ah'll see what ah can find."

Bird didn't seem very consoled. "If we could find a way to trade the Varken's spot for you then we could share a cabin and HE could be--"

Micah interjected. "It's you an' th' Varken who got a bed, not th' kid. Ah'll be fine since ah can join th' labor crew on board, but th' Prophet's gotta stay here, quiet, an' outta sight... got it?" Before waiting for the Cat to answer, the Badger looked to Ray. "Y'understand, kid?"

Ray gave Bird another gentle squeeze. "It's alright, Bird... I'll be fine in here, and you can come visit to keep me company... can't he, Micah?"

The Badger shrugged. "So long as you stay quiet an' outta sight it should be fine. Ah'm gonna go look into th' mattress... be back in a minute. In the meantime, you two should probably go check out yer bunk, an' YOU should be away in th' hidey hole, kid."

Raedryn saw Bird's reluctance and was about to say something but Herald beat him to it. "We do not have to leave him alone, Bird. Go find our room and make certain everything is in place. I will stay here with the Prophet until the Molz returns. There should be enough room for two in here-- we can take turns watching him."

Although Bird looked like he wanted to argue, after a long pause and a scowl the Cat finally seemed to give way beneath the three sets of eyes staring at him. Letting out a long sigh, Bird rubbed one side of his face with a paw. "Fine. Very well. Alright. I will go find our room, and then familiarize myself with the ship layout so I can start creating a defensive plan... just in case. One of us should be with Lord Raedryn at all times. I will sleep on his floor if need be."

Micah grunted. "Let's keep disrupting him to a minimum... every time someone goes in or outta th' smuggler's hold there's a chance th' kid'll be found out. Checkin' in now an' again's fine, but don't overdo it, yeah?"

A series of nods were offered all around and Raedryn offered a gentle pat on Bird's shoulder before the Sunfeili disappeared down the hall; Micah headed the other direction, leaving the Human alone with Herald. Offering a warm smile, the Varken opened the door, bowing slightly at the hip. "After you, Resplendent One."

Ray stepped inside, looking around again-- not that there was much to have missed the first time. Herald stepped in after him and quietly closed the door. The Human took in his surroundings, feeling simultaneously constrained and cozy; he'd never been exposed to such a small room. Fortunately, memories of the time he'd spent cooped up in the ale barrel and then again within the cargo crate came back to him and he spent a few seconds being thankful for the fact that he was able to stand up straight and lay spread out. Preferring to look on the bright side, the young man offered "The wood paneling may not be lacquered but the grain still looks nice."

He spent the next few minutes talking the room up to himself, pausing only when the panel serving as the door slid open, revealing Micah. The Molz had a rolled mattress and some simple linens under an arm and, after quickly tossing it in, he stated "That's about all there is... hopefully ya can manage alright for a few days. Stick in here an' we'll take turns bringin' ya food whenever we can."

Raedryn opened his mouth to say something as the Badger stepped in to start spreading out the floor-based mattress, but Herald beat him to it. "Are you willing to share your name with us yet, Molz?"

The response was, as before, curt. "Like ah said: Micah's fine."

Ray stayed out of the way, pulling himself as far into a corner of the tiny room as possible to give Micah and Herald an opportunity to set up his 'bed'; there was barely enough room for the two of them to work in there and his presence didn't make it much easier. The two got down on their knees to start situating the bedding and the room remained silent; whether it was because neither had anything to discuss or they were both worried about creating too much noise in the smuggler's hold, they did their work quietly and efficiently.

Once the rather plain-looking sleeping arrangements had been figured out the Molz stood up, dusted off his leggings, and offered Ray a nod of his head. "I figure the Varken an' Sunfeili'll do their job watchin' over ya, but ah'll check in on ya now'n'again, too. Just make sure ya don't go wanderin' 'round, right?"

Ray nodded thankfully. "Right. Thanks, Micah."

The Molz returned the hatch to its closed position after departing, leaving Raedryn alone with Herald again. The Wolf sat down calmly on the unfolded mattress, speaking up before Raedryn could question him. "You are curious about something, dear Prophet?"

Moving to take a seat beside the Varken, Raedryn accepted the invitation and asked his question. "His name is Micah... he's said it several times now. Why do you keep asking him what to call him?"

Herald gently took the Human's closest hand in both his paws and brought it up to his muzzle, kissing the back of it before he answered. "Followers of the Shattered One have a private name, gifted to them by the patriarch or matriarch of their family. It is a name rarely given, reserved for those who are closest to them. I want him to know that, as he is part of your retinue, he is as family to us, and that he can trust us."

Ray shrugged, shivering at the soft touch of Herald's muzzle against the back of his paw as he kissed and spoke at the same time. The Human pushed forward regardless. "Maybe he just needs to do it on his own time, Herald... give him some space and let him tell us when he's ready I suppose?"

The Wolf lowered his head in acknowledgement, kissing the young man's hand again. "If it is your will, my Lord, then I shall comply. You will lead and I will follow."

They remained sitting beside one another, Ray's hand in Herald's paws for many long moments until the Human spoke his next question. "Herald?"

"Prophet?"

The young man looked to the Wolf, who gaze back at him, gleaming amber eyes jubilant and welcoming. Ray cleared his throat. "Oh... um... I was... wondering. Do YOU have a personal name you reserve for... people close to you?"

The Wolf's smile was warm and gracious. Lifting the back of Raedryn's hand up again, the Varken kissed it another time. "You already know it, Gracious Host of the Heavenly Steward."

Raedryn paused. "Your 'special' name is 'Herald'?"

Herald let go of the Human's hand with one paw, using it to undo his sword belt and then loosen his trousers. "I am a Celestial, my Light. My name is the one given to me by The Sundered One, lost when I forgot, and regained when you brought me back. It is who I am and, when the name is spoken by your lips, it is all I need to be."

Ears on the Varken's words, Raedryn's eyes were nevertheless on his paw, which managed to skillfully loosen his leggings and slide them down to his lower thighs, revealing everything that lay beneath; the Wolf appeared relaxed bodily, but what was awaiting the young man's eyes beneath the clothing was anything but slack. The Human swallowed the tightness in his throat before addressing the obvious implication. "Can--- should... I-- I mean..."

The Wolf's words rumbled from deep in his chest, accentuated by the droplet of precum that emerged from the tip of his erection. "Join with me, Prophet... let us pray to the Sundered One in the purest way possible."

Raedryn was helpless to resist the invitation. Even as he reached out to stroke his hands along the Varken's furred thighs Herald began to undress the Human. Each of the Wolf's motions was sure and eager, but, at the same time almost ritualistic. Raedryn was used to being begrudgingly expected and followed out of his father's authority but something about Herald's attention left him feeling practically worshiped... and that was before the Wolf enveloped him into a warm embrace, tongue washing across the young man's bare shoulder; he wasn't even sure when the Varken got his shirt off, but the hot, slick saliva brushing across his exposed skin made him shiver.

When his breath made its way through his lips he could hear his own eagerness. "Herald... I... I want you..."

Pulling back ever so slightly, the Wolf gazed down at him, holding the Human tightly in his arms as his amber eyes glimmered in the darkness. "To do what... Guardian of Truth?"

Raedryn felt his cheeks redden as he explained. "No... I just WANT you, Herald."

The Wolf rumbled in response. "And I you, Light of Lights... so very badly."

The young man smiled, moving more fully into his companion's lap as he managed to wriggle out of his trousers. "Then I'm all yours... Celestial."

Herald's lustful growl was muted, but no less impressive. Pulling Raedryn forward then down, the Wolf somehow managed to aim perfectly and the young man rolled his head back as he felt himself impailed by the Varken's eager wolfhood. Rolling his hips and flexing his thighs, Herald managed to rock his body forward and up, then back and down, sliding deeper into Raedryn then back out-- there wasn't a lot of movement, but the Human could feel each millimeter as if an unaddressed itch was finally being scratched. He held on tighter to the Wolf, working both with and against gravity as he was left riding his companion's hips.

So focused in the sensations, Raedryn didn't notice that the Varken was whispering, his voice heavy and lustful, but no less pious. Was he praying? The words were in Fylgish and, despite the Human somehow knowing their meaning, he was so focused on the generous amount of Varken flesh deep within him that he didn't bother with paying it much attention. Herald's voice slowly became deeper, with more of a growl working its way into the words. Coupled with that, the Varken's hold on him loosened slightly, causing gravity to aid in impaling the young man on Herald's eager flesh.

The veritable ferocity of the sound was mirrored in the Wolf's motions, each thrust gaining more and more power until, ultimately, Herald ended up on his knees, gripping Raedryn's rump and holding him off the ground so he could rail into him more completely. The young man gasped in surprise when, in a sudden twist, Herald had the Human's back mashed up against the wooden wall of the hidey hole, using the leverage it created to work even deeper into Raedryn... who didn't last at that point, biting his own finger to keep from crying out as the Wolf fucked an orgasm out of the noble's son.

The Varken groaned, lowering his head until his cold nose pressed down against Raedryn's shoulder. The young man gasped, more of his semen pushed out of him as the Wolf's pistoning member worked his prostate, causing every last drop out of the still-squirming Human. Raedryn almost whimpered as Herald's teeth clamped down at the base of his neck, claws tightly gripping his ass before, with a particularly powerful thrust, the Varken forced his knot in through the Human's opening, with a snarl; surprisingly, it was nowhere near as intense as the other times, but he soon realized why. During the prior couplings, Herald's knot was the end of things as the Varken would empty himself into Raedryn but, in that moment, Herald's fur puffed out, making him seem to grow in size as the Wolf doubled-down. The young man could tell that Herald's knot was not fully inflated, allowing the Varken to pop it free, causing a shock of surprise and pain to shoot up the young man's spine.

The fiery sting in his back end made Raedryn call out in pain, but the Varken clamped a paw over the Human's mouth before slamming his half-formed knot home again. Clenching his eyes, Raedryn felt like his body was turning inside-out, but, through it all, his body was wracked with such elation and pleasure that he couldn't stop himself from helping his companion, pulling his hips away while Herald yanked back again, making their separation that much smoother-- only to slam back down into the Wolf's lap during the next thrust. That boost was the end of things as Herald let that one be the final shove, hitting home as his fully-inflated knot lodged firm. The Celestial called out his name as Herald came... hard.

Raedryn's head swam as he felt the bark of the tree dig into his bare back while his companion made his toes curl with the force of seed geysering into his eager body. Herald shuddered, crying out in exultant glee, the Human's name on his muzzle. "Ozran!"

The shimmering surrounding of the vision in his mind broke the moment immediately and Raedryn snapped back to the present, his Varken companion pinning him against the wall, panting heavily, tongue gently caressing the imprint of teeth on the young man's bare skin. Despite what the Human had thought he heard, he realized that the name Herald had called was his own. Nevertheless, he had to ask. "Ozran?"

Herald paused mid-lick, swallowing hesitantly before finishing that last lash with his tongue before pulling back, holding Raedryn against him and supporting his weight as he lowered them both slowly to the mattress. "You... the you from before, my Prophet. Ozran was the Prophet at the time of the Shattered One's fall."

It was truth; Raedryn could tell it was. Still, he wasn't completely sure what to think of the development. "You... were intimate with him too?"

Herald laid down on his back, letting the Human straddle him as they remained tied together. The Varken gently caressed the young man's abdomen with one paw, the other resting against his thigh. "I was, yes. The Prophet is my master-- I would do anything for him. You are the Prophet, and I will do anything for you. Are you... bothered by this?"

Raedryn had heard multiple stories from his friends about "ones who came before" and, on one hand he thought he was supposed to be annoyed or perturbed or even disturbed... but he wasn't. "Should I be?"

Gentle paws caressed his bare skin as Herald gazed up at him with adoration. "I would not fault you if you were, Path Through The Darkness... I do not wish to cause you distress, but I will not belittle your feelings. If you ARE, I beg you to let me know what I can do to--"

The Human lowered a single finger down to the Wolf's muzzle, pressing it to his lips to hush him; it worked. Raedryn leaned down and replaced his finger with his mouth, kissing the Varken before clarifying. "I... think I should be upset, but I'm not. Maybe it's just-- I guess... it feels a little like you've... like you've wanted me since before I was me."

The Wolf raised his head so he could kiss the Human again. "I have, beloved Prophet. You are everything to me-- you always have been and always shall be. I am your Herald; it was why I was created, Raedryn Wescott... because of you. For you."

There was a surety to the Wolf's words, but Raedryn was surprised to feel his companion shaking faintly. They were joined in more than body and, regardless of how bad the Human was at reading people he knew there was more to it. "You loved him."

Herald offered a bitter sweet smile, gently caressing the young man's cheek with a paw, thumb brushing along the underside of his eye. "The mortal world flows in cycles, Prophet... we all have our parts to play and, for Celestials, our part repeats like any other. Were I to say that I loved HIM, then it is to say that I love..."

The fierce, lupine eyes, gleaming with an inner light all their own stared right at Raedryn. The young man swallowed the tightness in his throat, his breath hitched as he realized he could still feel Herald's heartbeat through the flesh lodged within him; the Varken's heart was beating so rapidly. "That... that what, Herald?"

The Wolf whispered softly. "I loved him so very much, my Prophet."

There was something more to those words, but Raedryn didn't have to read into it as the Wolf's lips sought his out, and the kiss told him everything he needed to know. They may only have known one another for a few days but, in that moment, the Human felt as though Herald has been part of his life-- or perhaps all of his lives. He drifted off to sleep, more than just content: he was fulfilled.

* * * * *

Raedryn wasn't sure how much time had passed when he awoke, but he knew for certain that he'd fallen asleep because Herald was gone. In his absence was far more than the folded mattress, simple sheet, and light wool blanket that had been provided by Micah. The young man ran his fingers across the satin sheet and the down douvet that had been wrapped around him. Even as he sat up, Raedryn looked around the darkened room for any indication as to the time; there was no window and the smuggler's hold lacked any way for light to reach him... that was, until the panel which served as a door slid aside and a small candle came into view.

A voice accompanied it as Bird called out in a quiet whisper "Master Raedryn?"

The Human whispered back. "I'm awake."

The Sunfeili's eyes illuminated the room almost as much as the tiny candle he carried with him; Ray knew that the Cat had excellent night vision thus no real light was needed. The spymaster set the miniscule light source on one of several wooden cross-braces on the unfinished wall and then turned to quickly close the passage to the hallway. Back still turned toward the Human, Bird stated dourly "This room smells like him."

Raedryn could hear from the tone that the Sunfeili's objection was more by rote than any great anger, which was a good start. Patting the mattress, the young man added "He was here with me for awhile... but it should smell like me too... right?"

The Cat flopped down onto the mattress beside him, leaning over so he could rub his head against Raedryn's cheek. "It does."

The young man let out a contented sigh, freeing one of his arms from the bedding engulfing him and he slid it around the slim-yet-masculine shoulders of his spy master. "It smells a little more like you now too. It COULD smell MORE like you..."

Both of the Sunfeili's ears raised as he glanced toward Raedryn, a hundred thoughts dancing across his eyes but, the Human was pleased to see, the one that stuck was the one that had obviously caught the young man's hidden meaning. "I would like that very much, young Master Raedryn."

Bird's every fluid, skillful movement always spoke of the poise and grace with which he conducted himself. In that moment, however, the Cat was a little haphazard and casual with the way in which he divested himself of every last piece of clothing, save for the wrist bracer that identified him as a servant of the Wescott family; it was something he almost never wore outside the house due to the ramifications if he were ever caught doing some of his more distasteful duties. Even as Raedryn began to slide free from his bedding, one of his hands came to rest on the silver bangle. "You don't HAVE to wear--"

The Sunfeili interrupted him with a sudden kiss, the Cat's whiskers vibrating against his cheeks for the split second their mouths were connected. The spymaster pulled back slowly after that, tongue lashing out to caress the Human's lips. "I WANT to, Master Raedryn. I am yours-- body and soul, and I wear it with pride."

Smiling, Raedryn slowly laid back on the bunched up bedding atop the mattress and Bird followed him, the lithe, feline hips fitting neatly between his legs. The Sunfeili's paws traversed the Human's entire bare body, half-sheathed claws ever-so-faintly raking his exposed skin before coming to rest on either side of his hips, pulling him more firmly into place as the young man felt Bird's tapered member slip effortlessly into him; he did wince however when he heard the sloppy spurt of what must have been some of Herald's past conquest escaping him. Bird, however, didn't even so much as slow, hilting him in one go.

Raedryn recovered from his self-consciousness quickly enough, laying on his back with one finger between his teeth to mute the sound of his moans; there was a dramatic difference between how Herald and Bird were equipped 'down there', but each had its own appeal, and the plethora of tiny spines on his spymaster's member tickled and massaged him in a way the Human knew nothing else could. Herald had savagely fucked an orgasm out of him earlier in the night and the young man hadn't thought he had another in him but the spymaster's skill began to show results as the Human regained his erection and felt a tingling within his groin. It rapidly grew in sensitivity.

Just as he realized that he very possibly could have cum again, Bird reached his plateau and double-thrust, slamming home as he panted, releasing a quick series of spurts deep ino the Human. Bird gasped, cutting an exclamation short by turning it into a hissing exhale instead. The Cat's orgasm was quick, powerfully expelling a respectable amount of semen into Raedryn in just a few pulses. Even as Bird collapsed onto the mattress next to him, the Human expected the Sunfeili to withdraw his member, but, instead, the Cat wrapped an arm around Raedryn's ribs, strengthening his hold as he began rocking into and out of him as they lay side by side-- Bird was purring.

The Cat's entire body moved against the Human's, caressing, stroking, rubbing, and snuggling even as Bird's member continued slipping into and out of him, no less rigid than before his orgasm; Raedryn knew that his spymaster wasn't done, but he still wasn't ready for it when one of the Sunfeili's paws engulfed his member. The young man gasped, his hips inadvertently shaking as Bird began stroking him in counterpoint to his own thrusts. As Raedryn's eyes rolled from the stimulation and he felt a textured feline tongue lick the back of his neck, followed by a soft whisper from Bird. "Ssssshhh, Master Raedryn... lay still. Let me handle everything-- let me serve you."

Serve Raedryn he did. The young man was essentially putty in the Cat's paws. He lost himself in the sensation of a velvety paw stroking him while the firm, spiny shaft worked him into a frenzy from behind. The Human almost forgot he was there, reveling in the pure moment of rutting-- he could almost imagine himself completely apart from the situation, Bird alone on the bed stroking himself off and thrusting into his own paw-- was he just an unneeded component? Was he unnecessary to the Sunfeili's self-pleasure? No, he realized; Bird had told him time and time again, and was, in that moment SHOWING him just how much he was wanted... desired... lusted after.

That thought was the last step to achieving his orgasm, and Bird coaxed it out of him with unimagined skill. He had to cover his face with a pillow as he screamed his release-- which was accompanied with his backside being treated again to another copious blast of semen. Bird's second release lasted longer, and, although the Cat came with less force, Raedryn felt like the volume greatly eclipsed the first round. Gasping for breath, the Human went limp, collapsing down and back against his spymaster, who held firm, gripping the young man tightly as if he couldn't stand to let him go. Raedryn giggled even as he panted. "I think I'm starting to smell more like you now."

Bird's purring was interspersed with the faintest chuckle; it was obvious that he was full of joy and his softly spoken words said as much. "Sleep, Master... I will remain here with you. The Templars themselves couldn't pull me away."

Feeling the warm, fuzzy glow of post-coital bliss flow through himself, Raedryn tingled all the more by the soft, furry body behind him, and the care in his spymaster's voice. Still shivering faintly from the experience of his most recent orgasm, the young man yawned nevertheless, realizing it would not be hard to let sleep find him anew. Eyes heavy, Raedryn just nodded against his pillow. "Mmm... good... stay with me, Bird..."

Even as the young man gave over to the insistence of sleep he felt the gentle kiss against the back of his head, and he was pretty sure he heard his spymaster say "Always."

* * * * *

Awakening alone, Raedryn's half-conscious mind felt immediately betrayed when he realized his spymaster had left him. A few seconds later the young man's more cognizant brain reminded him that Bird, like Herald, was expected to be present as a paying passenger so he couldn't be hiding away the entire day-- presuming, of course, that it was day. Once again looking around the relatively featureless storage compartment, Raedryn was blessed by a few very faint beams of light shining through the timber, letting him know that it was indeed day time-- that, coupled with the burned out tiny candle, the young man knew a fair amount of time had passed. He was just starting to stretch when the panel serving as a door opened, revealing Micah and a small plate of food.

The Molz's neutral expression spread into a wry, lascivious grin, showing teeth. The Badger set the plate down before closing the panel behind himself. "Smells like rut in here."

Raedryn felt his well-used body react as if fresh to the presence of the laborer. He tried to match Micah's grin when he noticed the big tent in the Molz's trousers. "Something tells me that doesn't bother you."

Despite his short stature, Micah was still massive, and his body eclipsed the Humans as the Molz joined him on the bed. "Oh yeah, kid... ah'm bothered real bad... hot 'n' bothered... so what'cha gonna do about it?"

There was a large stretch of time in his life when Raedryn would have seriously considered himself insane for entertaining being the lover of three beastmen, but he had grown as a person. He was The Prophet. He had followers who cared for him and serviced him like there was no tomorrow. Yes, that old Raedryn would have thought him insane but, as the young man began undoing the clasp holding Micah's leggings up, he realized just how foolish old Raedryn was. Nibbling at the Badger's shoulder fur, the Human finally responded to the inquiry. "...let me show you."