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"How I Became the Bitch of a Gallic God"

My name is Dirk Ericson. For most people, heartbreak will leave you at the bottom of a bottle, for me it got me all the way to the Island of Hoy. It's a small island in Orkney, Scotland off the far northern coast. A tiny speck of an island that no one except for people like myself have ever heard of.

I was an archeology professor at Duke University specializing in Gallic artifacts and history. The aforementioned heartbreak came when I found out my fiancé, a professor of history at the school, was sleeping with the dean of my department. The Evil Bitch, which will be her name for the rest of this story, was the love of my life until one Friday evening when I walked into my bosses office to see him standing over her with his pants down.

I've never been a violent man but I managed to beat him half to death before the bitch's screams brought enough help to pull me off. The school threatened to charge me unless I took an extended leave of absence so I did. I couldn't have stayed much longer anyway. Every little thing seemed to remind me of her so I left my apartment and my job to go see my fokes for a while.

Both my parents retired to Orange Beach, Alabama. My dad, Kurt Ericson, is a retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant and about the only thing were share in common is our looks. Both of us are slightly heavy set with almost auburn hair, though his has a lot more grey in it. We also both stand about six foot one though his ram rod stiff posture always makes me feel like the shorter one. Growing up being a military brat with him for a father was a bit rough but we got through it. We're both friends now and as he took me out onto the back porch beers in hand I told him about the what had happened.

He gave me a hard blank look that I had seen a hundred times before. He had never particularly liked my former fiancé or many of my professional friends. "Sneering Intellectuals" he had called them and it was probably the truth. My own opinion of them had diminished somewhat after I found out I was one of the last to know about the bitch's relationship with my boss.

When I made it to the part about what I had done to my boss in the immediate aftermath an almost proud look came over his face. He never said anything but I realized that perhaps we weren't as different as I thought.

My mother was a bit more upset about the collapse of my future wedding plans, but I didn't hang around long. I was still looking for an escape route to get my mind off other things when a colleague of mine called from Cambridge.

We worked in the same field, narrow as it was, and had a bit of job opportunity that couldn't have come at a better time. He had a gentlemen in his neck of the woods who wanted someone with a proper pedigree to head up a bit of digging on his land. This kind of thing was normally handled by schools or museums except when the likely hood of finding anything was remote, or if the individual wanted some degree of privacy. If anything of note was found the owner often had the chance to keep it, but most of the time they just donated it to a museum and got a plaque somewhere with their name on it.

This gentleman was willing to pay well for a trained eye to turn over a few stones, and my colleague had originally taken the job until his wife informed him that they were expecting. I was the first one he called. He already had a team in place and only needed someone to take the reins. I signed up almost before I even heard the details.

After one very long plane ride, followed by a none too short drive I found myself with the rest of the group at a sleepy little B&B. Our equipment was packed into a "lorry" we brought with us, and we were able to get out to the site the very next day. The dig sight actually looked very promising when we arrived. We were actually digging inside an accent broch that stood crumbling on the owners land.

We set up and got started with a minimum of fuss. The group was mostly students and grad assistants as well as a PHD candidate or two, and they seemed to take to me better than I had hoped. Everything went smooth the first three days and on the forth we began to hit pay dirt. First came some pottery, as well as some spear tips as well as a knife or two.

This seemed to lift the spirits of the students and my own as well as we kept digging. Soon we began to recover more. We found a few animal heads and other trophies buried around the edge of the dig and under those we started to uncover weapons. Ax heads and clubs as well as several spears were coughed up from the ground, and it seemed the former owner had been quite well armed.

It was the last thing we dug up that got me into trouble though. I don't know if it was some kind of compulsion or just a random whim but I began to dig near the very center of the pit on our last digging day and quickly found something. At first it appeared to be some kind of box which was odd because wood rarely survived that long in the ground. As I kept digging others gathered around to look until I carefully pulled the chest from the earth.

It was a very very tightly grained wood I wasn't familiar with, but I could tell the outside had been waxed to protect it from moister. It was about the size of a small microwave and as I looked I saw a seam between the top and bottom halves. Everyone was gathered around now and several were now chanting "What's in the box?" over and over.

I took my knife and slowly began to pry starting at each corner. Very slowly the halves began to part until at last I gave it a gentle tug and it opened. The inside was lined with some kind of rough spun cloth and with it lay two objects that drew a collective gasp from the group.

The first was a large gold chalice. It didn't really look very pretty or have the highly polished luster that modern gold pieces had. The mouth was only a bit wider that the base, making the whole thing look like a gradually tapering pillar. That make the stem of the cup nearly as wide as the mouth, and would have taken a huge hand just to grip the thing.

The weight of the thing was also immense. Few people realize that gold is far heavier than lead, and the cup was impressive as I gently held it up. There were a few cracks about "finding the holy grail" before I placed it upright back into the box and picked up the other item.

It looked to be a polished piece of obsidian shaped like a knife. The tang was raw stone and about five inches, while the blade was about six inches and sharpened to a wicked looking edge. I held it up to the light as I stared into the polished blade and clear as day I saw two yellow eyes staring back at me from within those black depths.

My hand holding the blade jerked as if the thing had shocked me and I felt the edge slide though the part of my hand between my thumb and first finger. Blood seemed to spurt from the cut as I yelled in pain and dropped the accused thing. Blood went everywhere but even in my panic I noted that a number of drops seemed to land in the cup.

The rest of that memory was mostly me howling in pain as we all tried to stop the bleeding. They bandaged me up with a med kit we had before driving somewhere to get me some stitches. I was in a foul mood the rest of the day. With the stitches in my hand, it hurt every time I moved it. This was only slightly offset by the spread the owner through us that night. After a number of drinks, I began to feel rather woozy and began to think about the possible effects of alcohol mixed with blood loss.

I went back to my room and was asleep almost instantly asleep, but my night wasn't over. The dream I had that night was one of the strangest I had ever experienced. I remember being out on the moor alone with only the light of the full moon. It was bright enough to see when I felt eyes on me. I remember turning and there staring back at me was a wolf the size of a horse.

He stood there, clad only in fur black as the void, and paws the size of dinner plates. His eyes seemed to burn a hole through me and they were not the dull glassy eyes of an animal. They held a dark intelligence and eagerness that looked all too human. His mouth moved displaying long teeth like polished ivory as a long canine tongue and slowly licked his lips.

A mindless terror filled me. Some part of me knew this dark thing was something to be feared as panic stirred my legs. I don't think I've ever run faster in my life as my feet churned up the spongy loam, but I might as well have been standing still. It's huge jaws slammed shut a hairs breath from my left elbow as for a second it's great head was beside mine.

I jerked to the right and somehow managed to keep my feet under me but it was no use. My canine pursuer let loose a howl as that shook the very air as he set off at an easy lope behind me.

I knew what he was doing even as a kept running. He was wearing me down. Even now my legs hurt and my chest burned as air rushed in and out of my lungs. I couldn't sprint like this long and that thing knew it. He could have taken me now without a thought, but for some reason it wanted me tired and weak when it made its move.

I tied to swerve and juke a bit to perhaps put some space between us, but in an instant he was there as his teeth grazed my arm. I straightened out as I realized the beast was herding me and when I looked up I realized why.

In front of me the ground began to dip as small abrupt hills rose on either side as the earth gave way into what looked like a shallow sink hole. The walls of the shallow gulch I was careening down were steep enough to stop me from scrambling up them easily as I slid to a stop in the muddy bottom. I spun expecting to feel teeth tear into my shoulder only to the creature at the entrance of the gulch. He stood silhouetted against the bright moon above staring down at me with a very wolfish grin.

He was playing with me, I knew it somehow but there was little I could do as I looked around for a weapon. The only thing I found was a rock slightly bigger than my fist as I pulled it from the muck and stared him down.

Some part of me knew I was still dreaming. The idea that I was actually being chased through the moonlight by a giant wolf was absurd, but the dirt under my feet felt real. The sweat stinging in my eyes felt real. Above all else the sense of fear and dread was far more real that thing a dream could create.

"That's because it is real little one. Real as I chose to make it," said a deep growling authoritative voice that seemed to echo from the creature standing above me. That seemed to make everything in my head come to a crashing halt. It was speaking too me.

He began to pad closer as I felt an uncontrollable tremble run up my spine. Anger began to boil inside of me as the hound slowly licked his chops. How was it fair that I had to die out on this cold strange moor to a breast torn from some nightmare? Anger and fear of imminent death is a very powerful combination as one thing resonated though my mind. I would not die on this strange moor tonight.

The creature drew closer to me, its head slightly above my own blocking my only exit. He leered at me daring me to try an escape past him, or try and scramble up on of the walls. I knew he would sink those teeth deep into my neck and shake me till I was broken. A deep cold cunning that I didn't even know I possessed told me to wait as I gripped the rock tighter. Then as one big paw padded just close enough I lunged.

Normally like I said earlier, I'm not a very violent person, but I made due that night. The rock came up in a sweeping arch as I swung it as hard as I could. I was aiming for his muzzle, hopping beyond hope that hitting him would stun him enough to get away. I hadn't really thought beyond that. For a second, it looked like I might actually connect, but in a blur of inhuman speed it pulled its head back so I only grazed whiskers as its weight shifted to its hind legs.

I didn't even see its forepaws come off the ground before I felt both pair slam into my chest. They hit hard enough to ring my ears as I was thrown flat on my back. The creatures head hovered over mine close enough for me to feel its hot wash of breath as it exhaled. I tried to crawl backwards but on paw pressed down on the middle of my chest till I couldn't move.

The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth as I coughed and tried to breathe. It dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chest as I felt the creature freeze above me. It took a deep breath, nose only inches from mine before its long thick tongue darted out. He licked the blood off my chin and lips before his paw pulled away from my chest. I heard him give a low almost happy growl before I heard his voice again.

"Soon little one."

After that I blacked out, or went back to dreaming, or kept on dreaming. I wasn't very sure what happened exactly, but when opened my eyes I saw the ceiling of my room. My body was covered in sweat and my sheets were thrown everywhere. I tried to pass it off as the world's realest nightmare but when I tried to sit up it felt like someone had hit my ribs with a sledge hammer.

I was told I hardly spoke after that night and several of my companions seemed to wonder what was wrong. At that point I didn't really know myself. We didn't stay much longer and left two days later after we packed up. The owner who let us dig was ecstatic about what we had found and I gave him a few numbers if he wanted to try and donate any of it. The cup and knife were rather noteworthy and he asked me repeatedly my thoughts on them. I really had no response since they were rather strange to begin with and even then I suspected they had something to do with my dream.

Something about how the knife had moved in my hand. How the blood had spilled into the cup and pooled in the bottom. It made me shiver, so I pushed it to the back of my mind and bordered a plane bound for North Carolina.

The whole way home though that creepy feeling didn't leave. Several times I could almost feel a pair of eyes on me. But no matter how often I looked there was no one there. The feeling lasted all the way back to my apartment in Durham, but as I opened the door other feelings came rushing back. It had been several weeks since I had seen home, but it felt like longer. Still the bitch's presence seemed to linger as I picked up the phone and ordered out.

Greasy pizza and beer were my only companions as I collapsed onto my sofa. The jet lag was starting to hit me and the several bottles of Yuengling hadn't helped things. I closed my eyes as I drifted off and for the second time that week when I opened them again I was somewhere else.

The smell of wood smoke woke me as I noted my back side was warm and toasty, almost hot. The soft thing under me felt far too nice to be the rough cloth of my couch. My eyes opened and the light was dim and flickering with more than a little smoke in the air as my brain at last began to wake up. The walls of the large room were stone and circular in shape and draped with cloth. The ceiling was high and made from roughhewn wood with a hole in the middle to let the smoke from the fire pit to my back rise up and out.

I felt that presence again as my hands clutched at the soft furs beneath me as I realized was naked. I could feel his stare. It was like a soft brush of hands up and down my back. How I knew it was him I wasn't sure but I knew the thing that had chased me all over the moor was in the room with me at that very moment.

I tried not to turn I think but some force made my head swivel as I looked across the fire. There in a great wooden chair sat a huge man. Like a painting of some ancient heathen god, every inch of him appeared finely formed from his great thickly muscled legs to his broad corded chest. His eyes were the same golden yellow that had peered at me that night on the moor, and I noted that the eyes weren't the only feature he shared with it. His ears were not those of a man but pointed and furred. They sat on the top of his head and were covered in the same midnight black as the wolf . A line of that same fur ran done his chest and into his groin were it seemed to thin. At the end of his fingertips the skin darkened slightly and thinned to a canine like claw tip, and I saw that his feet were much the same.

His legs were spread wide and I soon saw why as I saw his great beast of a cock. It wouldn't have looked out of place on a donkey as the tip of it nearly reached his knee. He seemed to catch me staring there as something like mirth danced through his eyes as anger and confusion welled up in me

What was he and how was he doing this?

He stood from his chair and for the first time I saw how tall he was. Easily seven feet maybe more. I scrambled to my feet intent on getting away from this man, if you could even call him that, as I kept the fire between us both. It was then I saw his tail, covered in the same black fur as his ears, as it slowly twitched behind him. He started around one side as I moved again to keep the fire pit between us.

He gave me an amused and puzzled look. As if he couldn't understand why I was avoiding him.

"I like playing chase little one, but now is not the time," he said in his rather gravelly voice.

"Stay the fuck away from me freak!" I yelled trying as best I could to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Such language you throw at your lord. It does not become you little one, and tests my patience."

I didn't know what to say to that. This creature thought me his subject? What the hell was going on. Suddenly I felt an invisible force pulling at my wrists like something had grabbed hold of them. I tried to fight it but my wrists were soon pressed together as a seamless leather band appeared around them both binding them together. They rose up as an invisible force seemed to drag me towards him. I tried to dig my feet in and pull against it did me no good as it dragged me forward closer to him.

He seemed all too happy as I drew close and I noted that at some point the obsidian knife and the cup had appeared in his hands. That force pushed down on my shoulders and forced me to my knees as my hands were pulled up towards him. I tried to thrash and jerk away but that invisible grip held me fast as his hands moved toward mine.

"The contract is not yet finished little one. Only then can you truly be mine," he said in a voice I think was supposed to cheer me up. It did anything but. The invisible bonds held me straight as he moved the goblet beneath my hands as I saw him move the knife.

The blade bit into the palm of my right hand and then immediately my left as I felt the edge part the skin. It hurt less than I thought, but it was enough to draw a cry from my lips. It seemed my eyes could look nowhere but his, as the blood began to trickle down into the cup.

Some force seemed to make the blood flow faster out of my wounds as more and more of it flowed out of me till at last it seemed to stop. He moved it from up to his lips, and I saw that it was full as he began to drink it down in great gulps. He didn't stop until the last drop was drained. He had an almost dazed look on his face when he finished and I saw his maleness, eye level with my face, twitch and thicken.

"The way you taste little one, you do not know how long I have waited."

He took the knife and brought it to the thumb of his other hand and before my very eyes split the skin just below the clawtip. His blood stared to well as he placed it on one of the cuts he had made in my hands. I felt him run his bleeding thumb down both cuts as the stinging in my hands stopped as the leather bond vanished. I jerked my hands back and stared at my palms in disbelief. There was no pain, and only a thin white scar remained to indicated there had ever been any wound at all. I was so shocked I didn't even notice him until he lightly gripped my chin and turned my head to face his.

"Now for your reward my pet," he said as he pressed his bleeding thumb to my lips. My jaw clenched shut as he smeared my lips with blood and tried to press his finger into my mouth. My hands gripped at his writs as I tried to stop him but a few drops managed to spill into my mouth.

I will never forget that moment when the rich coppery taste flooded my mouth and my whole body seemed to seize up. His blood seemed to fill up my mouth as I swallowed reflexively.

Sweat popped out all over my skin and I felt suddenly feverish but I kept swallowing as more of his blood trickled down my throat. The taste of it was indescribable. It seemed to make everything I had ever had before taste like ash and fill some hole in me. At some point I had closed my eyes which I slowly opened and saw him.

He was smiling down at me and the look on his face seemed to make me melt. It was at that moment that I realized that it wasn't fervor that racked my body but lust. As I looked up at him I wanted him more than air itself. I moaned like a whore around the thumb in my mouth as sucked harder as my cock throbbed against my stomach.

He gave a very canine like growl as his ears twitched and his smile widened. I could see his tail wag behind him as I began to feel each beat of my heart like the base drum. He placed his hand right over it as I shivered and suddenly wanted him to touch me all over. A happy grow slipped from his lips again as he gave me a hungry look.

"In time little one in time."

My heart began to beat faster as the blood continued to flow and I kept lapping it up. Suddenly my muscles and bones began to ache. I felt my bones begin to stretch as my back began to arch a bit and my shoulders widened slightly. My legs grew as well until my whole frame looked rather lanky. It was then that I felt a deep burn in every muscle simultaneously. I felt them twitch and flex as previously unimpressive body began to rapidly change.

I felt them all clench as the muscles in my chest started to harden and balloon outward. A ridiculous eight back etched its way into my onto my stomach as my pecks grew mountainous. My arms weren't far behind, exploding with thick muscle as ropy veins popped against my skin. My back likewise flared outward becoming tight and corded as my legs did the same. My quads reached near tree trunk size while my calves became teardrop shaped. I felt a tingling on the bottoms of my feet and the tips of my toes as shiny black craws grew from them.

There was a massive itch in my lower back as I felt my spine push outward just above my newly muscled ass. I realized with a start I was growing a tail. It felt so strange at first, like suddenly having a second arm. Snow white fur began to appear until the entire thing was white and fluffy. It began to move, then whip back and forth as used the new muscles in my lower back for the first time.

That same type of heat began to then build in my groin as my eyes fluttered and I nearly collapsed. His grip on my chin was the only thing supporting my boneless body as my cock began to harden. Pre soon covered my new found abs as my cock twitched and spat out another long streamer. I nearly came as he moved his free hand down to my groin and gripped my throbbing member. It fit entirely within his fist as he began to slowly pump it but soon that began to change. I could felt it as more and more blood rushed in and I felt it begin to swell spreading his fingers.

The more he stroked the bigger it got till the thing felt like an oak between my thighs and I was on the very verge of cuming. He then brought that hand to his mouth and licked it clean were I could see. I almost begged him to start again when the tight feeling moved to my balls. It was like every second that passed made them grow fuller. I could feel them churning as that impending climax seemed to swell and grow till my whole body was shaking.

I felt my teeth bite down lightly on his thumb as I nearly screamed around it and my cock jerked. The first massive jet zipped straight over my head and the second slammed into my chin as his finger popped out of my mouth. The flow of blood stopped and I collapsed backward still cuming as I painted the ground around me and most of my chest.

I don't know how long a lay there but my climax seemed to roll on forever as a brief tingling passed through my ears as spots passed in front of my eyes. As I looked up he was standing straight and tall. As he looked down I could see something like pride in his eyes and it send a warm almost alien feeling of satisfaction through me. Because he was happy, it made me happy.

Have you ever tried to fight happiness or simply not be happy when you are? Part of me was furious. This whoever the fuck he was had drug me here, sliced open my hands and drank from them, then he held me down and forced gallons of his own blood down my throat changing by body somehow, all while jerking me off. I should have been terrified, but all I could do was stare up at his golden eyes. I wanted to melt into those eyes and I didn't even know his name. It was several steps past love at first sight.

Some of the spell seemed to break as he blinked and I was suddenly scrambling backward. I managed to make it to my feet as the whole word spun. My legs felt like I had never used them and I knew I wouldn't be doing any running. Everything except him seemed shorter as I realized that I was a good bit taller than I had been when I fell asleep. He still towered above me but less so as my eyes roamed his body.

All I could think about as I stared was how fantastic that body looked. I wanted to touch him and let him do anything he wanted to me. Never in all my years of boring vanilla straightness had I ever though such thoughts about another man, but now I couldn't stop thinking them. I felt something tap my stomach as I looked down and saw that my cock now more accurately resembled something you would find on a farm animal and was acting as if its eruption a minute ago had not happened. My balls still felt full as well as I noticed that my chest had a thin line of snow white fur staring just above my navel and running between my pecks. My tail seemed to curl on its own up between my legs and succeeded in covering very little as he gave a low whistle.

The sound made my ears twitch as my hand darted to the top of my head and found two fuzzy canine ears there.

"W-what did you do to me," I stammered looking at him as he stared back.

"Gave you your inheritance as a priest of my order," he said in that smooth voice. "The only one living in fact."

"What- what are you," I said weakly, almost afraid of the answer. He turned his head slightly sideways in a very animal like fashion as he looked at me for a moment.

"I am your god," he said simply as if it were the plainest thing in the world. My mind was doing summersaults as I kept staring.

"But I don't believe in gods," I said almost meekly as his gaze bored through me.

"What the minds of men believe had little to do with what is," he said slowly. "But please Dirk, come here." I nearly jerked out of my skin when he said my name but before I could think I was already obeying. I stopped there in front of him and he slowly began to walk around me. When he returned to my front he turned and walked the opposite direction, his body inches away from mine.

God I could smell him! It was like my noise had been dead all these years and now was awake and he was the most glorious sent imaginable. I didn't even notice when he stopped again. It was then I realized that I was just a miniature version of him. It was almost like looking in a mirror, minus the color of our fur. The fire crackled as he walked slowly one more time behind me and I felt his fingers dig into that spot between my ears and skull.

I almost purred as his fingers kept going and my leg began to twitch. His lips moved closer to my ear as he began to whisper into it and I hung on every word.

"My name is Finn and it has been a very long time since I walked in the world of the living," he said as I felt one of his claw tipped fingers slide up my spine. "You gave me life again," he said as he pressed up against my back and I felt his cock slide between us. "And you shall be richly rewarded."

He bit down lightly on one of my ears as my knees threatened to give out and a strong arm warped around me. His skin was hot against mine, as if there were a fire burning in him as he kissed my neck. He moved his hips a bit as his massive cock slid between us and I knew what he wanted. It nearly drove me out of my mind but I wanted it too more than I had ever wanted anything. He lowered me down and my hands met the soft furs I had woken up on.

I was on my hands and knees before I knew it with my traitorous tail fanned high. He was half squatting half bending over me as he drug his nails down my back. I ached into his hands wondering why I was letting him do this to me as my body did its best to not make me care. I was panting like a dog in heat when I saw him reach down and coat two fingers with the pre from his mammoth erection.

They slid along my crease till they found my virgin pucker. He slid one in slow past my ring stretching me a bit. Slowly he began moving it in and out of as I tried not to moan. I don't know if it was his magic or skill, or just how completely unbelievably horny I was but soon I was pressing back against him.

"I shouldn't like this, I'm straight," said my brain as it began to feel better and better. A second finger slipped inside as my eyes went wide and a happy growl slipped from my lips. His hand and those fingers began moving faster and faster till it felt like my whole body was vibrating. All of it was just too much. His hands, his sent, the power in the air. When his other hand gripped my cock I howled a long lupine howl and came again. It was even better than the first time and when it at last finished the frontof my chest looked glazed.

I couldn't think as my chest lay against the ground. My ass was still pointed high in the air as those fingers slipped slowly out of me. I felt him move around behind me as his cock slid though the cleft between my cheeks. A jet of pre hit the back of my neck and I was shaking again. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to and I didn't.

The tip of his head felt massive as it pressed up against my hole. He was going to split me in half and I didn't care. He began to push forward,my body trying to accommodate him, as I felt my ring stretch wider. God he was so big soon his entire tip was inside me. The sensation of something that large entering me should have hurt but there was only the smallest of pleasurable aches. Even that was washed away as he began to move.

His cock pressed against that place in me that his fingers had found only so much harder as he forced me into another erection. My cock hurt but even that felt good somehow as he began to use me. That big dick of his forced more of itself inside of me with each stroke as my claws dug into the hard packed dirt below the furs. He began to use more of his strength as his hands gripped my hips and he finished his stroke with a grunt. I felt his heavy balls slap against my own as he forced all of himself inside. I don't know how he did it but I felt his groin flush with mine as his head bent low and he nibbled at the nape of my neck again.

"Now you are truly mine little one," he growled as he pulled out and thrust home again. My nerves sizzled as his fucking began to feel inhumanly good. It didn't matter that some huge beast was talking me up the ass. It didn't matter that I was straight and this was all some impossible dream. All that mattered was the wondrous feeling of him rutting me over and over again.

I lost count of how many times he brought me. He came several times himself. At least once inside me, once all over my back, and then I don't know. Eventually even his stamina ran out or maybe he got bored as we collapsed together. I was already mostly gone and hanging by a thread. The last thing I remember was both our bodies collapsing to the soft fur mats as he spooned in behind me.

"Good night little one," he said as my eyes closed for the second time that night.

My alarm clock clicked on as the radio began playing softly. The warm light of morning flooded my room as I slowly opened my eyes to a lazy Saturday morning. There were no Gallic gods waiting to rape me, just the familiar features of my bedroom. The soft music droned on as my eyes slipped closed again. I was too lazy to flick it off as I snuggled back down into the bed.

What a fucking dream. I felt a bit like Dorothy for a moment as reality settled into place, happy and safe in my bed. Everything completely normal.

A huge fist slammed into my clock breaking it along with the nightstand under it as it promptly shut up. I hear something behind give a satisfied growl as my eyes jerked open. I felt a strong arm warp around my middle and pull me backward into a hard muscled body. I froze and part of me danced in joy as I felt my masters warm breath against my neck.

"Good morning little one," said a voice in my ear as my cock slowly hardened.