Immortal
#5 of The Howling
If you've read this far, you are genuinely my hero
Yiff, as always, wrapped in asterisks
*(Realize I did a name change in the last one without fully fixing. Mercer = Dravin)
Usiku did as he had done every day since he learned to walk -- put one hindpaw before the other, and move himself along in the world. He didn't pay mind to the various war rooms and halls he walked through, many furs stopping him for a thanks that he decided to stay, others leaving him be as they noticed him staring at the floor as he walked through. It was a palate to take in -- thousands of mortals, and afterlifers were coming in preparation to kill one another, all for his blood. What was it that was so special about him? So he had something special; it may have been rare, but many furs had special abilities, and he had seen and come to know most of them all too well, through his years of fighting, through the years of pain. Still, he wasn't special, or at the very least he didn't want to be. Why couldn't they choose someone else?
He didn't notice that he had wandered his way down a not so populated hall, and across the foyer to a living quarters. His head lifted from the sight of the floor and his footpaws, up to a room lit by candle light, heavily decorated with various entertainment materials, and a bed in the corner. It wasn't difficult to see by the light that two were in the bed, and Usiku wondered whether the door was left open by purpose or by accident. He didn't know why he didn't interrupt, but it had been so long, too long since he had a glimpse of intimacy. He had longed for it, through a life of fighting and evasion, he had never found the elusive emotion, but the scent was heavy in the air, and he could do nothing but watch. Through the shadows dancing off of the firelight, he could make out that it was Gerid and Zak.
***
Gerid was on all fours, his tail raised above his back, moving from base to tip like it was riding through a gentle tide, his back arched as his head was pressed into the bed beside his elbows. Zak was on all fours, just behind Gerid, his right paw moving between Gerid's legs and unzipping him slowly. Zak let his muzzle press against Gerid's thigh and move up it, he drew out the unzip, spinning the anticipation of getting his mate naked. Gerid murred in reply to Zak's muzzle as his pants were slipped from his rear by the Jaguar, as well the red panties he was wearing. Zak slipped the pants and panties down just enough to fully expose Gerid's finely curved tush.
Zak's muzzle continued in it's motion up Gerid's thigh, finally touching against the fur of his tush. Zak let his tongue guide him as he licked at the base of the crevice, up along Gerid's rear and over his tailhole, the first lap causing Gerid to moan lowly from the sensation. Soon after, Zak's lapping became faster, harder against the tight pucker, making intricate patterns and motions with the tip of his tongue as he stimulated it. His paw made its way down Gerid's rear, rubbing against his dack firmly before taking a grip upon his protruding knot, stroking along it's length.
"Baby, please, be one with me, oh, I want to feel you." Gerid moaned out to Zak, his voice telegraphing his loss of control through the pleasure he was taking from Zak.
"Mmmm, sweetie, you read my mind." Zak responded as his tongue slipped from Gerid tailhole, his paws retracting from stroking as he quickly stripped himself down to nudity.
Zak positioned himself upon his knees and let his hips rest on Gerid's rear, his knot fitting snugly in the crevice. Zak pressed inward into Gerid and murred before pulling back and slipping his tip into Gerid's tailhole, penetrating him deeply as his hips drove deeply inward. Both moaned together, in a harmony of mating together, and it wasn't long before both pairs of hips were rocking together as Zak thrust into Gerid. As the motions grew faster, Usiku slowly stepped back, trying to blanket himself further in darkness to hide while he became aware again he was in the room.
Gerid stopped the motion and pulled his hips forward, Zak's knot slipped out of him nicely. Gerid removed his pants completely and flipped himself over upon his back, lifting his legs and exposing himself to Zak, looking invintingly into his lover's eyes. Zak's eyes met with Gerid, and he stayed in a lover's trance as he once again penetrated his mate, thrusting deeply as his weight came down upon Gerid's. Gerid brought his muzzle up as much as he could and kissed with the Jaguar as he was penetrated smoothly and deeply. The two conjoined with one another, feeling eachother's motion as if it was their own, together.
Usiku failed to notice as he subconciously backed himself up, he ran into the ajar door, knocking it into the wall and making a clearly audible thump.
Gerid broke the kiss with Zak, but his gaze stayed locked in his lover's eyes as he spoke.
"Would you like to join us, Usiku?" Gerid asked. Zak giggled to his Lion's words as he kept the deep thrusts into him going. It was clear between the two that they had known Usiku was there the entire time.
"I.... that intimacy is beautiful...." Usiku crafted his words into a quiet tone as a tear fell from his face. He turned promptly and walked out of the room, not wanting to be a disturbance to them. He moved his way again along the hallways, looking for the one fur he wanted to speak with most, and still hadn't gotten much of a chance to -- Interloper.
***
Hallways stretched, curved around and conjoined, departing again, Interloper was nearly trying to get himself lost in the winding corridors, trying to bring sense to himself of things. Thoughts came and drifted through his mind, he wasn't even sure where he began, with every turn it was a new train of thinking about this place, about these furs, about a war that was coming. Did they say sunken? Interloper despised sunken -- he had fought one only once, and he never wanted to do it again; the loss was too great for him to bear. He had lost too much to the sunken, to the Aerials, there was nothing left here for him, yet he couldn't find a way away from it.
Just as he thought he had a grip, he was body checked and knocked to the ground by the one fur he was expecting it from -- Deck.
"Watch where you're going, prick." Deck uttered as he continued his way down the hall. Interloper got to his feet with a jump, stomping his footpaws down on the metal grating of the floor. Upon hearing it, Deck turned around and stared back with narrowed eyes. Interloper looked right back at him, blankly, stoically, waiting for the antagonist to make his predictable chump move.
Deck walked his way right up to Interloper's face, but it could be seen he wasn't in an attempt to play antagonist. He was looking, testing Interloper's bounds, his emotion his anger, his limits.
"Clever little fox..." Deck placed his paws on Interlopes face, giving his cheek a soft pat before moving along down the hall. Interloper was about to turn when he heard a voice behind him.
"Who are you?" Dravin asked. Interloper turned slowly, a look of desperation in his eyes.
"I don't know anymore...." Interloper spoke dismissively as he began to walk past her, not in the mood for more antagonism. As he walked, Dravin ran to him and grabbed his shoulder.
"Come on, lets go somewhere to talk. You look like you could unwind, after all."
Interloper nodded in agreement, and the two moved to the library. It was not a large room, barely able to hold two columns of bookshelves in the center of the room. They sat next to one another at the only table in the room. Interloper leaned back in his seat, waiting for Dravin to speak.
"Okay, babe. I'll start. What's your name?" Dravin asked.
"Just call me Interloper." Interloper replied.
"Is that your name, or what you prefer to go by?" Dravin countered back, pushing for better response. Desperation for fur affection could be heard from him, that she was worried about the coming fight.
"I...." Interloper stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly at the table, like the question has sedated him entirely.
"I don't have a name. I never did."
"You're going to have to be more clear on that one." Dravin replied.
"I never had parents -- or at least I never knew if I did. I spent a long time looking for them; trying to find out where they were. I never found them in all my years of searching. I searched for so long, I lost track of time. Seasons passed; everyone I knew grew older and older." Interloper spoke slowly and seriously.
"I'm sorry, sir...." Dravin put her paw on Interloper's forearm, conveying he wanted him to go on.
"That was the thing. I didn't grow older. Everyone else did. Everyone around me died -- everyone I knew or loved fell out of mortality and into the afterlife, and before long I was alone. They all passed into their own paradise, and I am still here. I tried to befriend others again." With this, Interloper looked into Ashis' eyes. There was a great weight in them, an exhaustion while he spoke.
"I never get older, Dravin. I've seen so many people go through this life, and pass into the next. All I can do is wave to them as they go."
"So that's why you looked for Usiku. Because he doesn't age either." A light went on in Dravin's head when he figured it out. Interloper breathed heavily, feeling a weight lift from him at really speaking with someone about himself for the first time in longer than he could remember.
"Okay, my turn. Who are all of you? What is this place?" Interloper leaned into the table, waiting for Dravin to speak his piece.
"All of us? That's a tough one to answer. If you asked everyone here, you would rarely get the same answer twice, sir. I guess..... guess what brings us all together is that we share the same hate for both the Aerials and the Sunken. That none of us want either afterlife. We're just all hoping for something else beyond this feud, you know? We know that if one fails to pledge themselves to either, their souls are born into an afterlife of enslavement to one or the other. Many of us fight for some hope that it isn't true. Some refuse that it will happen that way."
"I see..." Interloper trailed and dragged words through his muzzle while speaking.
"Here's a good question..... why don't you guys just kill Usiku? Wouldn't that save you a whole lot of trouble?" Interloper regretfully spoke his words.
"Most revere him here as proof there is something other than the two afterlifes. Most would follow him to the grave." Dravin began to look around, ensuring no one else was in the room. He leaned in and beckoned Interloper to do the same.
"Listen to me -- they're going to want Usiku to lead them. They want him to be the symbol of their own power, the leader of this 'army'. You need to know this, Interloper. It's not fair to him. They're forcing their lives into his hands -- they've already done it. You have to promise me that you'll get him out of here if they force him to stay." Dravin whispered quickly, hoping to get all of the words out before someone walked in. He glanced to the doorway and realized it was too late, as a male rat was in leaning against the doorway and looking at the two.
"I'm sorry, Dravin. There's nothing I can do." Toxis stared directly at the two. Interloper noticed his eyes -- they weren't really anything but blank gray.
"Toxis -- don't pull this. Not before the fighting." Dravin stood up in his chair, standing square to Toxis.
"Relax, Dravin. I'm not here to cause any trouble -- besides, we need all the help we can for this fight." With that, Toxis turned and walked out of the room.
"Dravin; you're really prepared to fight angels and heretics?" Interloper's first words of total fear overtook him.
"I'm prepared to die killing as many as I can." Dravin shot back. At that moment, an alarm sounded throughout the underground.
"Dammit -- we have to go. Come on; fighting is about to erupt." Dravin went to grab Interloper's left bicep, around the bracelet. Interloper quickly pulled his arm back and grabbed Dravin's wrist.
"Don't touch that. It was a gift." Interloper replied. He caught Dravin gasp slightly in shock, then murr as his wrist was strongly gripped. Soon after he shook his head and left the room, yelling at Interloper to follow. As Interloper hit the hallway he saw tons of furs, all armed with pistols, rifles, automatics, blades -- just about any kind of weapon it seemed they could get their hands on.
Interloper followed them out to the surface, and deep into the forest by the cliffside, where many dispersed, until he found his way in a circle, wherein stood Gerid, Zak, Usiku, Dravin, and Nocturne.
Thank you for reading my work.
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