The Song of The Keeper
Drake stumbled; his head swirling from the poison. His reddened eyes glanced at the blackening skin around the oozing wound on his hand, "Mira, help me," He muttered to himself as he sat near one of the huge trees that dotted the Graylin Forest's landscape. It was the fourth, maybe fifth, time he had wrapped the wound yet it still bled. He started to unwrap the wound when the area filled with a holy song, deep and slow, like the powerful waves of the ocean. The waves carried the eerie melody over him, and it calmed him.
He and all his kind knew the song and it's meaning; it was the song of Mira's Keeper. It meant that he no longer had to worry about his wounds for he was not going to live much longer. He unraveled the wrappings and let the blood trickle from his hands to hasten his departure.
He let the darkness of oblivion creep in. Dipping in and out of consciousness, he was unaware of the sounds of sticks cracking in the distance because his ears were filled with the beautiful song.
Drake sat up in the makeshift bed. His body ached like hell, and was as good as any proof that he was still alive. His bloodshot eyes glanced around noting that he was in a tent made of animal skins pulled tightly across four large trees. Scattered across the dirt floor were several loincloths and cloaks along with his things.
He stood up, patting down his wild black hair. He looked at his hand; the bandages were professionally placed and somehow the wound was not bleeding.
"You've been denied entrance, " Drake heard an official sounding voice, "so why do you keep loitering outside the city walls." It continued.
"Ya don't own the damn'd forest-- sit if I god damn please all day if I like!" A voice, thick with a Baelin accent, snapped back.
Drake rolled his eyes as he slipped on his pants. "That'll help your case."
"Please, sir," a calm female voice quickly interrupted, "My friend is not used to this barbaric bureaucracy you have here, and neither am I."
He followed it with his sword-belt, adjusting it a few times.
"I understand but it is by our Prince's order that you leave; a werewolf is believed to be among you."
"I understand your concern, but I entreat you to allow us more--"
The sound of sword being drawn caused him to quickly emerge with his sword hand resting upon his own great-sword. "I am a Warrior of The Faith and a Defender of Mira." He growled as he emerged at what looked to be a clearing just outside of a small keep.
"Sir!" The guard stood at attention. "We did not know they were traveling with a Warrior!"
Drake crossed his arms hiding his battle-scarred chest as he surveyed the group that was now looking at him incredulously. Two humans and a well cloaked individual likely male. "Why are you not allowing these people in, soldier? SPEAK!"
"We have heard reports that one of them is a werewolf and the Prince will not allow them entrance, sir."
Drake's pale green eyes scanned over the group; he walked over to the cloaked individual who had yet to speak throughout all of this.
"He does not speak to those he does not know!" The Female quickly chimed in, with a convincing but fake smile.
Drake could tell it was fake a mile away; to 'see the truth' was the gift(and curse of sorts) that Mira had placed upon him. The curse was that he never could trust another because he felt their guilt. "I just need a look." He quickly yanked back the cloak revealing a wolf's face. His ears were pulled back, and his soft ocean-blue eyes were filled with fear. It almost filled Drake with guilt to reveal him like this.
He glanced back at the soldier, who seemed unaware of the wolf. "Sir," The soldier finally said, "Is that the werewolf?" Drake's eyes returned to the wolf who was stiff with terror. Mira, help me he can't see him...
Drake cleared his throat. "Does he look like a werewolf?"
"No, sir."
"Then he is not. They are weary and by Mira's Grace," He stood up and stared the guard squarely in the eyes with a frightening fierceness. "No royalty or nobility will turn those under my protection away. Understand?"
The guard nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Good, Mira's Blessing upon you."
"Open the gates." The dismissed guard roared up to the guards spectating the confrontation from their tower and slowly walk back to his post.
The four group members stood, and Drake quickly grabbed the elbow of the wolf where he could feel a slight tremor in his muscles under the cloak. "You are under my protection..." He growled sternly, but not enough to further frighten the creature. "Gather your things and find a good inn for us to rest at."
"Damn, so close." The male human muttered to the female who only motioned him to be quiet.
"We're not departing without our friend," She brought her hands up threateningly.
"Mage-ling, I could remove your head before you so much as utter a single phrase of your foul language." He growled and glared at her but she still held her hands up.
"Serah," The wolf's voice had a sweet melodic tone and seemed to calm the tension almost immediately. "He does not wish to harm me," The wolf looked up to him with those deeply serene eyes. "Do you, warrior?"
"I-" Drake sensed that the wolf had no guilt, no bad intentions; looking down in those eyes, he could feel nothing but peace. "You're safe... with me." The words were slow, almost hanging off his mouth as he spoke into those eyes. "I mean," He shot his gaze up to the mage, "He's safe with me."
Serah eyed him suspiciously. "If... it is as you wish, we will find a place for us to stay."
"It is as I wish," The wolf nodded, "I still have to find my things and get ready to enter town."
The mage and her shady counterpart departed.
"Get your stuff, too." Drake was still paralyzed by what had come out of his mouth prior, and was avoiding locking eyes with the wolf. He refused so much as to look down at him as the wolf pulled from his side and went into the tent.
He was successful at avoiding eye contact but he could not make himself not hear. A single soft note soared up in the air like the chirp of a morning bird, then grew into a longer deeper note, and, like a pebble being dropped in water, it rippled out to fill the area. As the notes rolled off from inside, Drake was enraptured as well as confused as the melody formed to become The Song of The Keeper. Eyes or not. He had to know if that wolf was singing it, and walked into the tent.
The wolf turned around; his naked body completely exposed. His soft pink nipples capped his slightly rounded pecks like mountain peaks, and his abs rippled down like rocks underwater. "Warrior!" He yelped in surprise pulling a cloak off the ground before Drake could see anymore and tied it around his waist. "You're suppose to alert someone when entering."
"That song... was that you?" He said sharper than he would've liked.
The wolf's ears pulled back and he could see the fear in those forbidden eyes. "I am sorry. I don't get to talk often and I--"
"No, It was--" Drake cut him off, "Sorry, please continue... it's just been a long time since I've heard it."
The wolf smiled with heavenly white teeth, "Do you not remember me singing it in the forest?"
"Yes I remember it well," he took a slow step forward, "But only Mira's keeper knows to sing it for the dying."
"You were dying," he turned around and picked up Drake's shirt off the floor, "I sung it for you."
"Are you Mira's Keeper?"
"Would that make me important... to you?" The wolf looked over his shoulder to Drake.
"It'd make you important to all my people." He responded quickly.
The wolf turned fully to him, matching eyes with him. "I thought Warriors were brave?" His eyes reflected angrily.
Drake's face went scarlet. "I am brave!" He moved closer. "What makes you able to determine my character?"
The wolf moved forward bravely, putting them only two feet from each other. "A brave man wouldn't have hid his eyes because he was afraid of how he feels."
Drake closed the gap. The touch of the wolf's soft fur tickled his warm skin, and made him smile as he looked down into his eyes. Through Mara's gift, he knew the wolf was not angry but annoyed with him. "What would a brave man," his hands rested upon the wolf's waist. "do in this situation?"
"Whisper his name in my ear, so that when--" The wolf felt his heart skip a few beats, "So that when you take me, I can call out your name as I'm wrapped up in your arms in blind pleasure." He kept looking into Drake's eyes. "Tell me..." He whispered up to him."are you a brave man?"
Drake's hands found the corner of the towel, followed it to the innocent knot. "Drake..." He whispered as he tugged the knot free and picked up the wolf. "So you gonna get brave and tell me yours..."
"Cassa," was grinning shyly in his arms, "and go gentle, I've never...with anyone."
"Not even with a female?" Drake said as he sat him down on the bed, as he unlatched the small button.
"Not even with a female." Cassa replied as his paws pushed Drake's hands away from his pants. He pulled each side of the pants apart and was rather pleasantly surprised by how sizable the Warrior's cock was. "You think you'll fit?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, "I'm not that big."
"You're as big as my maw is long..." Mentioning his maw, his eyes looked up at him mischievously, "Can I... lick it?" Cassa rolled his large tongue up over the bridge of him maw, and Drake got the point.
"Yeah, if that's all you want to do, I--ah!" He grunted in surprise as Cassa soaked his sex in warm wet spit that rolled down and off his sack, dripping into his pants. The warm rush of pleasure came in gentle waves over his body as he just stood there taking all that Cassa dished out. He watched Cassa work. It wasn't his first blow job but damn, Cassa's mouth was a whole new experience.
Cassa choked as he tried to stuff the cock into the back of his throat, and pulled his mouth off. "You okay," Drake panted with his face flushed red. "Kinda took it too quick."
Cassa gave a defiant look and widened his maw before taking the cock deeper, and deeper until... "Oh shit," Drake grunted as he felt his cock head slipped into Cassa's throat. He had never known pleasure from being this deep in someone's throat. Hot wetness surrounding his cock from every side, made his leg jerk slightly from the amazing pleasure shooting through his body. Cassa's throat clenched tight before he pulled off, tugging on his cock.
"Almost lost it, didn't you?" Cassa taunted him.
"Not even close." He leaned down and kissed the soaked maw, and pushed him back on the bed. The kiss held and Cassa's long tongue curiously wrestled with Drake's. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at Cassa for a moment, "Roll over," Cassa's ears went flat as he did what he was told.
"Relax," he whispered to Cassa, "won't be much fun for you if you tighten up." He licked his index finger, making sure to soak it down. He moved the rather stiff tail out of his way revealing a tight virgin hole. He gently pushed his index finger against the hole, and it tightened as he got to the first knuckle. "C'mon relax, Cassa. I promised you I wouldn't harm you and that I would protect you. Trust me..."
Cassa nodded into his pillow, "I'm ready." His hole relaxed allowing him to fit a full finger in there. He wormed it around in the hot wet place, and imagined cumming in it. Filling him with hot cum, and keeping him close so they could do it over and over... He pulled out his index finger, and inserted two fingers, and surprisingly it slipped in quickly.
"I think you're loose enough," He scooted back into the corner against one of the trees in the tent opposite of Cassa.
Cassa climbed on top of him grasping the head of Drake's cock; he pressed it against his hole that was now fully stretched out. He felt Drake's hands grasp his furry cheeks and spread them, and he slid slowly down the cock until he was at the base. "Shit, this is... this feels good." He started to bounce a little bit, getting used to the cock in him. He pressed his cheeks hard onto Drake's thighs taking every last inch of him.
He threw his arms around Drake's neck, leaned in, and whispered. "When you feel like you can't hold on anymore, just let it all out..." He started to bounce slow at first, growing in speed all the while enjoying the full sensation of a large cock. He looked at Drake briefly and saw the content look on his face.
"Faster," He muttered, "You're tail-hole can take a beating." His mouth fell open as Cassa's wolf-hole went all the way up, before plunging down the shaft. They were slow long pumps, teasingly showing off how much he could pleasure Drake.
"Like how tight I am?" He whispered as he plunged the cock deep into himself once more, and gently rocking his hips back and forth while waiting for Drake's response.
"I'll loosen you up..." Drake growled back, and gave a hard thrust.
Cassa started to bounce faster this time, more confident. He let go of Drake's neck, and got into a steady rhythm of soft slaps. "Oh fuck yes," He swore as his eyes closed in rapture.
"Oh, Cassa!" Drake's face was flushed red as he felt his orgasm coming. "FASTER."
Cassa's thighs furiously pumped pushing himself to his limit. He felt his own hard cock start to pre across Drake's chest. Drake's hand clamped around his cock and jerked him hard and fast with his own rhythm.
"AH!" Drake's mouth fell open as his cock shuddered in pleasure. Long hot white strings of cum shot from his cock deep into Cassa's insides. Cassa's hips jerked up pulling the cock out of his cum dribbling pink hole, and shoving his own cock into Drake's opened mouth.
Cassa was close. That open hot, wet mouth seemed the perfect place to plant his seed, and Drake was willing to suck him dry. The obscene sounds cumming from his cock would make anyone blush. His ears pulled back and he lifted his chin in the air, "Swallow me..." He whispered, and Drake swallowed every gob of cum from his soft pink cock, before he let it go back in his sheathe.
They were both panting. "Next time," Cassa said with a serene smile on his face, "Maybe I could cum in you?"
"Well--"
"Cassa, are you okay?" Serah called out.
Both their eyes went wide.