Expanded Family
Heya furballs, me again! I hereby declare March 2009 to be the month of funky dragon/wolf mpreg stuff. *chuckles* I figure I'll finish up this series and keep it to March. Bear in mind those just tuning in now that this has been an experiment for me in writing thing I don't normally write, and seeing how those things go over. From the things you lot have said both with words and favs/scores/watches... you love it! You kinky little buggers; bless the lot of you, heh heh.
So, part three! Back to the musk-induced mind control, more impregnation, and a bit more about Rijaan too! If you've not read First Contact or Ensuring Progeny, what are you doing here? Oh, right. You want the smut. Scroll down about halfway through the page, that's a good boy/girl/both/potato. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story as well as the smut!
- Faora, of the Frost's Chill
The New Tribe â€" Expanded Family
It amused Aliastikora no end that Rijaan never questioned his new station. The wolf was still himself; the Serevokin had done his best to ensure that his lupine mate would retain enough of his will to be a strong birthing parent, but that enough had been sapped away that he would not resist what would eventually come. In the days that passed since their breeding and during their travel towards Rijaan's village, Asti had done his best to present only the most innocent of his intentions.
The powerful, mind-altering pheromones of the draconic Serevokin could be suppressed, or minimized. Asti kept his own scent at its most subtle; he wanted the grey-furred wolf under his control, but he did not want that control to be known. The lupine knew that he had been bred and, unnatural as some part of him still thought it, he had grown accustomed to the idea. He knew that Asti's offspring grew inside him, and he knew that the alternative to birthing them would be to perish. Survival instinct was strong, and mixed with maternal hormones brewed inside the wolf's own altered body it was strong enough that Asti could throttle back on his dominance. The damage had been done; Rijaan was his.
Asti had explained at great length what would happen. Within a couple months, Rijaan would give birth. The changes that had been made to his body would be reversed during the birthing process, and when Asti's child was born into the world, the wolf would be exactly as he had been before. While the reversed changes did not grant immunity to Serevokin mind-control, it did at the very least wipe away the established control. The full will of the wolf would be restored the moment Asti's child was born. The draconic had not lied in the slightest; it was biological and magical fact. Though he wouldn't have admitted it to anyone else, Asti did not want Rijaan to leave. The wolf was a breeder toy, a means for the Serevokin to produce for himself a new empire. Yet it would go much easier for him, and for the rebuilt Serevokin species as a whole, if he could hold on to at least one consistent mate. He even admired Rijaan's strength and mind; the lupine was interesting indeed.
Asti had grown even more worried at the wolf's insistence regarding a return to his village. The draconic had told him that to show his face amongst so many Naleketori wolves would almost certainly be a death sentence for him; the Serevokin were hated across the lands, after all. Rijaan had promised to plead the draconic's case though, and he had given Asti his word that no harm would come to them. On some level, that worried Asti even further. Perhaps the extent of his dominance over Rijaan's mind had been deeper than he'd expected, and the wolf was leading him to more males to breed. While the Serevokin could only hope that would be the case, manipulating so many at the same time would be a challenge. He decided that it would be best to start small; isolate some of the wolves and exert his will on them, first.
Their arrival outside the Naleketori village four days after the night they had met, Asti turned to Rijaan with a frown. "Perhaps we should approach during the dusk," he suggested quietly. The sun rested like a shining jewel at the top of the sky, and the collection of wooden huts just beyond the trees were brightly illuminated. "Should they see me, they will slay me on sight."
"Did I slay you on sight?" the wolf replied. He glanced back at Asti and shrugged slowly. "You were able to plead your case to me... which opened you up to take full advantage of my body." The lupine growled quietly to himself; that he had grown to accept his position did not mean he had grown fond of the idea.
Asti smirked at the memory and nodded slowly. "True. But will your people even hear me for that long?" He folded his arms and shook his head, and the draconic's tail lashed behind him with unease. "You have spoken of your people's hatred for the Serevokin before. What will make them treat me any better than any of my kin? For that matter, why would any of them wish to offer themselves up to your position? If they hate my kind as much as you say, then they will not willingly submit to my breeding."
Again Rijaan growled, though the sound was more amused than anything else. "Perhaps, if you are integrated into our village, then you could find a female willing to bear your children," the wolf replied, as he turned to glance at Asti. For a moment he paused, before one of his ears flicked back. "You can do that, can you not? Take a female mate?"
With a lift of his eyeridges, Asti turned to Rijaan and shook his head. "No. You did not know this of us?" When the lupine shook his head, the draconic snorted and looked up into the sky. "All Serevokin are male. Our seed always changed the body of the birthing parent to accommodate our life. It is this process that had always allowed us to increase our numbers. It is this process that has allowed you to bear my children." There Serevokin grumbled as he shook his head. "One of my brotherkin once tried to breed one of your females. The changes our seed tried to force to her body killed her."
Rijaan only frowned deeply. "And yet you take all the males you can, and you force us to bear your children," he replied bitterly. "You force us into unnatural bondage, into servitude. You-"
"Then leave," Asti interrupted swiftly. He looked over the wolf's face calmly, and he watched as those warm yellow eyes stared right back at him. "If that is how you feel, then I have no need for you. Birth your children elsewhere, and raise them yourself. See if any other villages or peoples will take you in. You have made it abundantly clear that your own kind will not." The draconic's eyes narrowed. "But you will have to deal with carrying the spawn of the Serevokin, and everyone knowing this. I will give you a home. I will give you shelter, and food, and protection. Would a life of servitude with such a thing be so bad?"
Inwardly Asti smiled, though he didn't allow the grin to show on his face. Instead he simply watched the wolf. He knew the answer to his question even before Rijaan spoke. Manipulation was equal parts truth and lie; the draconic had forced himself upon the wolf at first, yes. But the wolf had been told nothing but truth in the wake of their breeding. Even in the absence of that powerful Serevokin musk, Rijaan would remain his. His offer was genuine and attractive to anyone willing to look past Serevokin reputation, and after how thoroughly Asti had inserted himself into the wolf's mind he was certain that Rijaan would not turn it away. Not yet.
Finally the lupine sighed and shook his head. "When it is put quite that way, no," he replied softly. "But what of my freedom? What of my life, and all the things that are required of me by my family, my village? What of my honor?" Rijaan shook his head once more and hung it low. "I had always wanted to have cubs of my own some day... but I never thought that I would be forced to carry my own children by a Serevokin."
With a long shrug, Asti turned his head back to the village through the trees. "If you decide you want to stay with me, then your life would be comfortable," he said quietly. More truth. "There will be others, I am sure, who are willing to take my offer. Others I will breed with, and others will sire more of my children. But you were the first, Rijaan. You are special." The draconic flashed a slight smile at the wolf. "You have helped me, completely of your will. I am appreciative, and it is only fair I find and offer you some appreciation in return. Well... some appreciation that does not involve your mounting me up," he added with a smirk.
The Serevokin walked forward, and Rijaan followed. Together they made their way through the brush between them and the village, and Rijaan swiftly took the lead as they slipped into the clearing. Asti had said nothing of who would lead, and truth be told the draconic had intended to make a show of dominance in the way he led his breeding toy amongst his kin.
Asti found himself thankful instead that Rijaan had taken the lead. Almost as soon as they had entered the village did they find themselves surrounded by angry grey wolves. Some clutched swords and axes, and others wielded short- and longbows. Each implement of death was trained on the Serevokin that froze beside Rijaan, and Asti glanced around himself coolly. Perhaps having arrived with a show of dominance might have just gotten him killed instantly.
One of Rijaan's arms lifted across Asti's chest as he looked around. "Lower your weapons," the wolf said firmly, as his eyes drifted across the warriors. They were all dressed as Rijaan had been when the Serevokin had stumbled upon him; simple little loincloths covered the modesty of the males. The handful of females that also held weapons wore the same loincloth, though their chests were bared. Asti found his eyes drawn to the nearest female's breasts; such a thing was completely alien to him. He found them completely fascinating.
When the other warriors refused to comply with the instruction, Rijaan's eyes narrowed. "Lower your weapons, now!" he barked sharply. "I know what he is, and I have offered him aid. If you have any honor at all, then you will lower your weapons and at least hear his words before you slay him!"
The draconic had to fight to keep the smirk from showing on his face. Those primitive weapons would do little to him, even if they pierced his thick scales. He gave them a few more seconds before he stepped forward to speak, though he was cut off by a youngish male wolf opening his muzzle. "Rijaan, what have you done?" he asked, the male's voice surprisingly soft. "His kind nearly destroyed the Naleketori! Why, in the name of the gods, would you bring him to us?"
"He is exiled, Vorja," Rijaan explained, as his eyes drifted over to the wolf. "No longer of the Serevokin. He wishes us no harm." Rijaan turned to Asti for a moment, who nodded. The lupine turned back to the Naleketori who had spoken. "He wishes to be heard, to make us an offer. No manipulation. No trickery. Just words."
The angry growl from behind Asti drew the draconic's attention, and he turned quickly. An older male brandishing a longbow had shifted his aim, and the arrow drawn back was pointed instead at Rijaan. "This one forgets what was lost at the hands of the Serevokin generations ago!" he spat, and his cold eyes drifted over to Asti for a moment. "More, he has allowed his mind to be clouded by the creature! I suspect that our Rijaan of the Sky's Light already carries demonspawn inside him!"
Rijaan slowly turned to face the elder wolf and bowed his head. "And what if I did?" he asked slowly. "What if the Serevokin took me and forced me to breed? What if then, after that, he explained himself to me? What if he offered me my freedom from him, if I just sired the first of his cubs?"
The elder wolf's eyes flashed with anger, and he drew the arrow in his bow tighter. "He is taken by the Serevokin!" he cried out. Asti knew exactly what would come next. "He has betrayed us all to the demonic beasts, and he must be purged from our midst!" The old lupine didn't wait; he didn't pause to allow anyone a chance to argue. He released his arrow.
Having known what was going to happen, Asti had more than enough time to prepare. In a single, short movement, the draconic stepped to the side and into the arrow's path. It slammed into his shoulder and drove through his scales, and Asti cried out in pain as he felt the arrow's head burst into arcane flame. His scales cracked and melted under the magical flame of the arrow's head, and the Serevokin fell to the ground with a grunt. During the war that had decimated the Serevokin population, none of the lesser races had utilized weapons such as that.
The gasp of surprise that rippled around the gathered Naleketori warriors was echoed by the old lupine as well; perhaps none had expected that one of their own would attempt to simply execute another, but none would have dared to believe that a Serevokin would take the blow for one of them. In the shock that spread itself across the elder wolf's face, three more of the Nakeletori warriors moved to restrain him. The others continued to keep their weapons pointed at Asti's form as he writhed on the ground, though the swords dipped just a little lower and the bowstrings were just slightly less taut.
Rijaan dropped immediately to the ground after Asti, and even with his mind broken by the Serevokin he seemed to be surprised at what had just been done for him. "Why?" he asked simply, as he pulled Asti into an upright sitting position. The draconic leaned against him, and the lupine reached around to wrench the burning arrow from Asti's shoulder.
The draconic hissed in fresh pain as the arrow was pulled free, and he flicked his eyes at it. The arrowhead that had previously looked to be nothing more than iron was no longer so simple; angry red liquid fire flowed and rippled across its surface. The magical projectile had been more than enough to penetrate his scales. "Because I mated you," he growled back, and his eyes turned up angrily to the old wolf. "Because you carry my children. Because Serevokin defend their mates, against anything. You, Rijaan, are my mate. I promised you protection, and I am bound by that promise."
The wolf beside Asti fell silent as a blush spread across his cheeks. He bowed his head and the draconic looked up at the other Naleketori as they stared down at him. "Rijaan can vouch for my powers. I took him after I violated his will, the first time. I could have simply done the same to all of you. I did not." Slowly the draconic stood up, while Rijaan continued to sit quietly beneath him. For all to see, the melted, burnt hole in his shoulder had begun to close up and heal at a rapid rate. "I am not doing the same to you all. As Rijaan tried to tell you, I am here to ask. Not to demand. Not to take."
The different wolves scattered around him looked amongst themselves for a moment, before one of them stepped forward. It was the same wolf that had addressed Rijaan earlier; Vorja. "The Serevokin may stay with us," he said slowly. "My brothers and I will hear him, and ensure he is safe." The wolf turned to Asti and narrowed his eyes. "And also, to be sure, we will be guarding you. You will not be a prisoner, but you will be confined to our home. Do you understand?"
When Asti nodded, Vorja turned to the rest of the wolves. "Go. Inform the rest of the village. Recall the hunter packs. We will hear his words when all Tektai Naleketori are present." The other warriors nodded their agreement with Vorja's instructions, and headed off to carry them out. The wolf walked over to Asti and Rijaan, and it was when he grew close to the draconic that Asti could see a significant resemblance to Rijaan.
The Serevokin frowned slightly, bur bowed his head low. "My thanks to you, Vorja," he said as he closed his eyes. "You have done me a great service this day, and you do your people a great honor." Asti had already decided that honor was what he needed to appeal to; the Nakeletori warrior pride seemed strong.
Vorja completely ignored Asti though, and instead wrapped Rijaan up in a tight hug. "Are you well?" he asked a few moments later when he pulled back. "Are you okay? Do you suffer any ill effects from your... ordeal?" The last word was accompanied by a flick of his green eyes up at Asti. The draconic pretended not to notice.
It was a moment before Rijaan replied, and he shook his head. "No... Aliastikora here has taken care of me," he explained. His own yellow eyes locked on Vorja's. "I know how this must look, and I know you would not approve. But brother, look at what he has just done for me. What does that say of him, as an intelligent being?"
At the word ‘brother', Asti lost all perception of the rest of their conversation. Again he smiled to himself, though again he kept it to himself, too. It would not do at all for such glee to show itself so openly. "Brother?" he finally echoed, and he glanced back and forth between Rijaan and Vorja. "You are brotherkin?"
"We are brothers, yes," Rijaan answered after a moment. "This is Vorja, of the Winter's Chill; my older brother. I was testing myself alone in the wilds when you found me. Often Nakeletori leave the village in hunter packs; usually a pack consists of one and one's brothers and sisters." Rijaan turned to Vorja and smiled softly. "I am looking forward to seeing Korvin again. How does he fare?"
Vorja snorted and shook his head as he started to walk off into the town. "As he always does," he replied. Asti had no trouble detecting the bitter anger in the wolf's voice. "Take the Serevokin home. I will meet you there shortly, and Korvin will be interested in greeting our visitor." Without another word, Vorja broke into a jog and started to move off quickly away from them.
For a moment, both Rijaan and Asti watched after Vorja. It was Rijaan who finally broke the silence, and he waved for the Serevokin to follow him. "This way," he invited, and the wolf began to move off towards the eastern end of the village. Asti fell into step behind the lupine, and he cast his eyes about himself as they walked. He remained silent and close to Rijaan just in case any other Naleketori decided to take a stab at him, literally or otherwise.
The draconic had to admit that he was impressed by the sight of the village. The buildings seemed to be constructed mostly of wood and crude clay bricks, and though they were a far cry from the magnificent marble and obsidian constructs of the Serevokin city there was a certain charm about the little huts that Asti found rather alluring. They appeared to him, for lack of a better word, ‘warm'. The great stone and crystal spires of the Serevokin city always seemed cold to him, or alien. Not quite right. Strong and sturdy, certainly. Inviting? Not quite so. The Nakeletori village seemed much homier.
The hut that Rijaan lead him to though was a little smaller than many of the others that they passed. The draconic asked the wolf why that was, and immediately he regretted the question. Rijaan's face took on a sad expression, and his voice grew quiet. "Our pack was hunting one day, several seasons ago," he explained. "My sisters, my brothers and I... we had killed many beasts. Enough to support several packs for a while." He shook his head and sighed. "We were accosted on the way back to the village by Lissak raiders." The wolf's voice took on an angry tone. "Those scavengers killed our sisters, Lissai and Annikara, and our brother, Keenan. Korvin, Vorja and I survived." Rijaan turned and shrugged slowly. "We are the smallest pack in the village, now. Our home is the smallest, and we hunt to survive for ourselves." The wolf's head tilted up though as he stopped before the hut's door. "And yet we are strong."
Asti nodded as he looked between the wolf and the door. The Lissak were a scavenger tribe of vulpine beings who patrolled the edges of Serevokin lands. When the Serevokin hunted, the Lissak were not far away. Often they tried to steal the prize of a hunt from a Serevokin. More often than not, the Lissak ended up being the true prize. Asti had heard that they seemed almost built to be bred. "Your strength drew me to you," the draconic said, as the door was pulled open for him. "I could see it in you, beneath your pride and your hate and your fear." As he paused briefly beside the wolf, Asti smiled at him and rested one hand on his shoulder. "I knew that you were the perfect one to carry my progeny."
The Serevokin's smile broadened as Rijaan blushed and looked away. The wolf would have acted with disgust but days earlier. The praise then though had actually been taken as the praise it was intended to be. He had enjoyed the feeling of being appreciated, even if it was by Asti. It was all the Serevokin had hoped for; all his subtle efforts had bolstered the initial domination of the wolf's mind. Soon, he was certain the Rijaan would relish the position he was in.
In silence, Rijaan lead the draconic into the hut. Within the walls was a very simple abode; a large main room marked the place where Rijaan and Asti had entered, and as the draconic looked around he could see only two rooms off to the sides. As he peered through the window-lit darkness of the hut, he could see that the floor of one of the rooms was covered by mats and furs. It occurred to Asti that it was where Rijaan's brothers all slept.
Rijaan placed a paw on Asti's chest to halt him from walking further into the hut. "Remain here for a moment," the lupine told him gently. When the Serevokin nodded, Rijaan turned away and headed for that lit sleeping room. "Korvin? Are you in?"
The response was immediate to Asti's ears, and his eyeridges lifted at the excitement that he heard in the voice that replied. "Rijaan, is that you?" The voice was lighter, more melodious than any other Nakeletori he had heard. "Where are you, brother? It has been some time since I've seen you!"
As Rijaan slipped into the room with the sleeping mats, Asti lost track of their conversation. He could have listened in if he wanted to; draconics like the Serevokin were known for their acute senses. Out of respect for his birthing mate though, Asti instead turned his mind inwards and tuned out the hut and the world beyond. His thoughts centered around Rijaan, and as he extended those thoughts to the wolf's family a smile spread across Asti's face.
He didn't know how long he stood there in thought, but Rijaan's call of his name was certainly enough to snap him back to reality. He followed the source of the wolf's summons and slipped into the smaller room where he'd gone to find Korvin. Rijaan immediately caught the dragon's gaze, but Asti's eyes shifted quickly to his brother. Korvin wore not even the basic loincloth of his people; the wolf instead stood as naked as Asti did. His fur was slightly darker than Rijaan's and he stood half a head shorter, but the lupine's brown eyes burned with intelligence. "So. You are Serevokin."
Asti smirked slightly. It had not been a question. "I am," he replied evenly as he folded his arms across his chest. "My name is Aliastikora. I trust this will not be a problem for you, after the words of your brothers?" The Serevokin knew that there would be no problems; there would likely only be a handful of moments before he had a reason to exert his control over Rijaan's brother.
"No," Korvin replied with a smirk, and he turned away from both Asti and Rijaan to smooth out one particular sleeping mat. "I am Korvin, of the Howling Moon. If you are with Rijaan, then you are welcome in this house so far as I am concerned. You may sleep here, if you wish it..." As the wolf trailed off, he shot his brother a curious glance that set both of Rijaan's ears flat against the top of his head. "Rijaan has explained what you have done to him. That he is willing to give you such a chance is quite interesting. I could never have predicted it of him. Or any Nakeletori, for that matter."
Even as Asti let his eyes trail over Korvin's body, he leaned back against the doorway. "He was most unwilling at first," the draconic corrected as he too looked over Rijaan. The Serevokin could see that he was uneasy, that there was something he was not being told. A part of him wondered if he could simply order it revealed, but instead he turned to Korvin. "And why is this?" he asked, his eyes once more locked on the younger sibling.
Still Rijaan refused to meet either gaze, and Korvin shrugged. "Surely I was mentioned by my brother here around Vorja?" He smirked as Asti nodded. "Then you must have seen our older brother's disdain for me. Rijaan here is rather fond of me; all brothers and sisters love one another. Vorja however has the same opinion shared of me as most Nakeletori." He tilted his head up. "No doubt Rijaan has explained to you why his kin would not be happy to see him in your presence."
That was all Asti needed to hear for a smile to spread slowly across his face. Rijaan had explained it succinctly; the Nakeletori shunned any male who would lie with another. Korvin obviously had alluded to himself as one such male. For a brief moment the draconic wondered just how far he could go with Korvin before the wolf resisted, but the tingle of want in his loins had considerably different ideas; even the thought of the wolf mating with other males in defiance of his people was enough to coax Asti into a state of arousal. "And I suppose then that you do not truly disapprove of your brother's position as my mate?" he asked, even as he released his suppressed musk lightly into the air. Only lightly; he didn't want to simply overwhelm either male just yet.
Rijaan turned to face Asti and opened his muzzle to say something. From the expression across the lupine's face though, that Serevokin scent reached him just before he could speak. For a moment his mouth simply opened and closed as Korvin watched on, and Rijaan eventually turned to his younger brother. "For one who enjoys a male's touch, you... you cannot," he said, though his voice began to soften almost into a murr as he regarded Korvin. "Asti here took an arrow for me only this day, when Gehraz tried to kill me."
Ordinarily, Asti would have expected that Korvin would look to him and express gratitude. With the thickening musk only growing stronger on the air though, the younger wolf's gaze drifted up and down the draconic's body slowly. They lingered for a moment on his slit before they reluctantly focused once more on Asti's face. "Then you have done my brother a great service," he replied, even as he took a deep breath. Korvin seemed to shiver for a moment, and he blinked and shook his head.
Asti could only smile and nod in return as he filled the room with still more of his scent. The warmth was first, in the slowed-down version of the process. The whole body of the subject grew warm, as if they had spent an hour laying in the plains on a sunny day. The mind too felt warm, fogged, and that fog grew only thicker with every breath they took. The warmth started to shift and move soon after that, and it drained through their bodies to focus on their loins. It built their need and fanned the flames of the mating instinct. It eventually made them, as the other species said of their females in such a time, in ‘heat'. From what Serevokin pheromones did to them, to say that the males around him went into heat was only too accurate. "Is something wrong, Korvin?" he asked as he looked between the two wolves.
Almost immediately, some part of Rijaan's mind must have figured out what had happened, and he turned slowly on the Serevokin. "Do you... are you doing that to us?" he asked. The ‘that' he referred to was somewhat obvious; both lupines had begun to squirm, and each of their sheaths had started to swell.
All the draconic could do was nod and smile. "It has been a couple days, my dear Rijaan," he replied as he wrapped an arm slowly around his birthing mate's middle. The Serevokin drew Rijaan against his side and held his gaze as he began to pump the room with stronger and stronger musk. One of his fingers trailed down over the wolf's belly and to his sheath, and he smiled wider as he traced a fingertip over the tapered tip that began to emerge. "And I do not think Korvin would mind very much."
Korvin had backed up slightly and headed off to the back corner of the room; while it would matter little in the long run with what Asti had done, the lupine's movements had likely bought him a few more moments of clarity. He glanced over at his older brother and Asti. "Tell me, Rijaan... is it worth it?" The words almost caught in Korvin's throat as the lips of Asti's slit began to part slightly, and the tip of that thick, draconic malehood started to emerge into the air.
Rijaan couldn't offer any response for a moment but to nod as he licked his lips. Finally, as he reached down to stroke and rub gently over Asti's emerging length, he nodded again. "I did not think so at first," he said as he gave the draconic's ridged length a firm squeeze, enough to make Asti rumble a soft murr with the sensation. "But then, no more than minutes ago, he showed me. He is protecting me, looking after me..." A blush tinged the inside of his ears as he took a slow breath, and he made no attempt to hide it as his malehood pulsed in the air. "I believe it is. If you do not, best you leave now..."
Korvin simply held his breath as he regarded his brother for a moment, before he started to walk forward. For a second Asti thought that the wolf was about to leave, that his scent had been unsuccessful. But the wolf then stopped in front of Asti and took a long, deep breath. The lupine filled his lungs with that intoxicating scent, immediately dropped to his knees right before Asti, and he leaned forward and took every last inch of the still-growing draconic length into his muzzle.
The Serevokin gasped at the sudden warmth against his malehood, and he shivered softly as his hips humped forward to grind his slit against Korvin's lips. His eyes closed and he felt Rijaan's body lean against his own, and Asti's murr of pleasure was drowned out by a loud moan of Korvin's. Had the draconic the ability to blush at the sound he might have done just that; the wolf's eagerness was only partly drawn from the Serevokin musk he'd inhaled. Korvin was not like Rijaan. There was no need to convince him of the pleasures one male could share with another; the wolf knew very well already.
The wet, messy sounding suckling only drew a soft murr from Rijaan himself, and the lupine squirmed as he watched his younger brother work away along Asti's shaft. His body shivered as he let his mind go; he knew from experience that there was no point in fighting that powerful scent, and that there was much more pleasure to be found in simply allowing it to happen. One of his paws came down to wrap around his malehood and he squeezed it tightly, and his fingertips even twitched as he rubbed over the already swollen base of his shaft.
As Asti opened his eyes, he looked down just enough to see Rijaan start to stroke over his length. The draconic clicked his serpentine tongue and reached out with one hand, and he lightly pushed aside Rijaan's paw. "No, that isn't right," he admonished softly, though the authority of the statement was somewhat lessened by a grunt of pleasure as beneath him Korvin sucked hard enough to pull a hot, thick burst of his pre out of his malehood. "A male's seed is precious, Rijaan... it must be spent inside another." With a smile born of sudden inspiration, Asti turned down to Korvin and lightly but firmly pried the eager wolf's muzzle from his shaft. "Please... help your brotherkin out."
There was a moment of hesitation written across Korvin's face. That moment passed the moment he took a fresh breath, and his proximity to Asti's slit and the source of all that powerful musk sent those pheromones right to the forefront of his brain. His whole body tingled with need and lust, and he nodded quickly as he turned to Rijaan. The younger wolf wasted no time at all he simply slid across the ground and leaned forward to take Rijaan's tip into his muzzle.
Rijaan gasped and cried out at the sensation; the only time he had felt such a thing was when Asti had briefly taken his malehood into the warmth of that draconic muzzle the morning after he had been bred. It had not lasted long; Asti had wanted him to mount. It occurred to him that he knew what Asti wanted to do then, and that he wouldn't have to move. Asti would breed Korvin, and he had Korvin's muzzle all to himself.
Even as Rijaan sagged forward and kneeled down before his younger brother's eager muzzle, Asti strode slowly around Korvin's body. The wolf's tail was already raised as he moved himself to all-fours, and the Serevokin smiled; the boy certainly knew his place well. He cast his eyes briefly over Rijaan's face, and he murred as he saw the pleasure written across it. Briefly he remembered the act that had banished him from his tribe; the tryst with his own brotherkin. He smiled wider as he slipped behind Korvin, and felt the fur of the wolf's lifted tail tickle the tip of his malehood. When his plans came to fruition, such pleasures would not be disallowed.
Both of the Serevokin's strong hands gripped at Korvin's hips as he moved forward. He squeezed the wolf's side tightly as he ground his malehood slowly up and down the cleft of Korvin's backside. The wolf beneath him moaned softly around his brother's length, and Asti felt him eagerly push his backside up and back against that draconic shaft. He grinned; if the wolf wanted it so badly, then the wolf would get it. Asti drew back his hips slowly as his tip dribbled a trail of pre all the way from the wolf's hanging orbs right up to his tight little entrance. He paused there for a moment and felt Korvin squirm back against him; there was no denying the wolf's lust-clouded wants. Asti murred softly as he drew back just a little further, and he wondered for a moment if Korvin had ever been taken like he was about to be.
Asti's hips pushed forward hard and fast. There was the barest moment of resistance to his thrust before he broke through Korvin's ring of muscle, and his malehood sunk into the wolf's body right down to the hilt. He shivered in pleasure as he felt those snug, warm muscles squeeze down tightly around his thick malehood, and he murred quietly as he saw the lupine's head yank itself off Rijaan's shaft to moan long and loud. The Serevokin ground his hips firmly up against Korvin's backside as he shifted his malehood around inside the wolf's body, and a fresh spurt of pre soaked into the lupine's inner walls. Asti smiled; Korvin wasn't as tight as Rijaan had been. He knew well what it was to be taken.
As Asti began to move his hips, Rijaan too started to hump against Korvin. His brother's muzzle wrapped around his malehood eagerly once more as his moans tapered off, and it was all Rijaan could do to keep his legs from giving out. Korvin's muzzle moved as if he were possessed by something, as though his life depended on the pleasure he was offering to Rijaan and Asti. The older brother shivered for a moment as he remembered that feeling exactly. He knew what Korvin felt, and for a brief moment he felt also a pang of jealousy. That jealousy was washed away however with a fresh, deep breath of the pheromone-soaked air around him, and all that remained was the need to mate. He let his instinct take over, and he began to hump into his brother's mouth as eagerly as Korvin lapped and suckled on him.
It was all Korvin could do to not be washed away in the sea of pleasure. He'd heard of what the Serevokin could do with just the barest of intention, not that it would have mattered much to him. He loved the feeling of being taken, plain and simple. It didn't matter much to the younger wolf who did it or where; the pure sensation of having another male's shaft stuffed under his tail was one he wouldn't ever trade for anything. He moaned once more around his very full mouth as he bucked himself back harder onto Asti's length, driving that hard spear of flesh down inside him to the hilt. He took it more and begged wordlessly for more. There were no words; even if his older brother's wolfhood was not busily being caressed by his tongue; even if his muzzle wasn't filled with the taste of Rijaan's pre; even if the air were no laden with that powerful Serevokin musk, Korvin never could find the words.
His inner muscles tightened down harder around Asti's shaft. He knew what it would mean. Some distant part of his mind was aware on some primal level what it would mean to feel the draconic's seed spilled in his depths. He didn't care. Maybe he would have, if not for that intoxicating musk. If not for that scent, that mind-searingly powerful musk, he might have cared more. Or at the very least, he might have cared enough to want Asti to pull out of him first. But Korvin wanted it; that cloud and haze of lust and need in his mind was only enhanced by what he always felt and wanted. He was desperate; there was little more in the whole of the world that he needed than to feel the Serevokin's seed pumped up and inside him, whatever that would mean. Even especially with what it meant.
Asti could feel the younger wolf's eagerness every time he sheathed his malehood inside Korvin's clenching backside. His muscles twitched harder and tighter with every buck of Asti's hips. The lupine's own hips pressed back desperately to force the draconic's shaft inside himself just that much deeper. The moans, muffled by his brother's length, were the same that other Serevokin made when they were mounted up by their kin; it was the unmistakable sound of a male who knew well the pleasure of being taken, and one who wanted more. And perhaps most telling of all, Asti caught sight of the puddle that only grew larger beneath Korvin's body. It was only pre, but the younger wolf dribbled the slick fluid almost constantly from his tip. His malehood was longer than Rijaan's but slightly less thick, and it throbbed firmly with every thrust Asti made into his body.
Rijaan chewed tightly at his lower lip as he leaned his head back and groaned softly. He had mated and been mated by Asti, he knew both the taste of a male's shaft and knew what it was to be tasted. Asti had introduced him to the pleasure that one could be offered with a muzzle, but the wolf's younger brother obviously had far more experience in the field than even the Serevokin. That agile tongue worked over and around every inch of his sensitive flesh no matter how hard he humped against Korvin's face. Rijaan's brother suckled with abandon, with pure, lustful hunger. The older brother's legs spread out as wide as they could as he felt Korvin's paws reach up to his hips, and he moaned long and deep as he felt his body pulled tighter against that warmth that wrapped about his length.
It was basic, simple biological need, twisted and enhanced by that thick, mind-clouding musk. Korvin loved the position he was in, but without that musk he would never have agreed to be Asti's next little breeder toy. But with that scent, that hot, heavy musk in the air, it was all the wolf could do not to beg Asti to breed him. He was used to being the bitch of the whole village; males came to him when the females were not in heat. It was forbidden, but everyone had needs to be fulfilled. They despised the habit and that he loved it so, but they continued to avail themselves of his body whenever they needed to spill their seed.
Never before though had Korvin ever felt the urge to beg for it, though. His whole body burned with chemically-induced need. His tailhole burned with every thrust Asti made into his tight confines, and every tight squeeze of his passage around the draconic's length worked to milk that slick, warm pre into his insides. Perhaps with the sheer amount of those fluids alone Asti had spilled inside him, the draconic had already made a new breeder parent. Korvin shivered at the thought; he could have in that moment already been carrying the big, strong draconic's children inside him. It would have disgusted him, but for those powerful pheromones. It drove him mad, lust-drunk. It might not even matter if Asti seeded him, but Korvin didn't care. Or rather, he did care; he cared for that seed. He cared if he received it or not. He wanted it. He needed it.
Asti heard it though. In every grunt Korvin made around his brother's malehood, Asti could hear him beg. The wolf might not have even known that he was begging in those moments, but the Serevokin could hear it as plain as day. His hips jerked harder as he pounded that clenching, warm passage, and the draconic moaned loud and deep. There was something to be said for the tightness he'd experienced in breaking in Asti, but Korvin was used to being mounted. He knew just what to do, and in his need, he did everything he could to milk the draconic of his seed. Asti shivered as he fought to hold himself back; he wanted to seed the young male beneath him badly, but he wanted to draw the pleasure out. He didn't expect he could do that for very long, but didn't mean that he wanted to surrender the feel of his thick, ridged shaft spearing that experienced, clenching body.
The older brother had no such restraint though. He felt Korvin's experienced tongue slip down to rub over his swollen knot, and Rijaan's whole body shuddered and shivered in pleasure. He barked out quietly before he contained his voice again, and his malehood twitched and pulsed as he felt himself approach the edge of his control. He began to hump harder into Korvin's muzzle, and he felt his little brother stop the motions of his muzzle. His mouth in that moment existed only to be bred and seeded by Rijaan's malehood, and Rijaan squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his brother wrap a pair of fingers around the back of his knot and squeeze tightly.
That was all it took. A few more quick humps of his hips ground Rijaan's malehood over Korvin's tongue, before the pressure on the back of his knot overwhelmed the last of his control. Rijaan's muzzle opened and he howled in pleasure as he reached his peak. His cries trembled as he felt Rijaan's other paw reach up and wrap around his shaft, and even as the first jet of his seed shot from his tip and stained his brother's tongue he felt that tight, pre-slicked paw squeeze and rub over his length. Korvin wrapped his lips around Rijaan's tip, and he could do little but kneel before the other wolf. His back arched as his orbs drained their precious seed through his shaft and fed it to his younger brother, one thick pulse at a time.
The twin sensation of Asti's eager pounding of his backside and of Rijaan's seed washing over his tongue was just too much to keep Korvin from his own climax. Were his muzzle not filled with his brother's fluids he would have moaned; instead all that emerged was a quiet, muffled murr punctuated with gulps as he swallowed that seed right down. His own malehood twitched beneath him without even a single touch, and his seed splattered across the floor of the room. For every pulse of his fluids he spilled on the floor, Asti rammed into him harder and faster. He felt his tailhole squeezing down tighter and harder around the thick shaft buried in his rump, and if he were able he would have whimpered for Asti to finish it. The pleasure he felt simply from feeling the draconic stuff him full each time he rammed himself deep inside only fed his climax, and three spurts into his orgasm he felt that one sensation that he had waited for. His own back arched as he ground himself hard against Asti's hips as he felt the burning heat of the Serevokin's seed as it entered his body.
Asti couldn't help it. His eyes had opened just as Rijaan howled, and he had been in perfect position to watch Korvin so eagerly work his birthing mate's shaft to milk out his seed. Then he'd felt rather than seen Korvin himself reach his peak, and any want to wait was blown away by an overwhelming instinctual need. The younger wolf wanted his seed. He needed to be bred and filled. Asti let himself go and simply hammered at Korvin's backside. His hips slammed again and again into the wolf's rump, and his malehood slid deep into his body only to be squeezed down tightly in orgasmic pleasure. The draconic couldn't wait. He had to spill his seed.
It was almost a relief a moment later when the tingling pleasure that marked the beginning of his climax washed over him. He drew back mostly out of the wolf's body and slammed himself back inside quickly enough to draw a gasp even around Korvin's filled muzzle. Asti stifled the roar of pleasure he wanted to sound, and instead he growled and moaned deeply as his shaft pushed as deep inside Korvin's body as it could go. His tip erupted and hot, thick spurts of potent, fertile Serevokin seed were spilled in the wolf's depths. Pure, pleasurable relief washed through Asti's body as he squeezed tightly at Korvin's hips and made the wolf his.
Shot after burningly hot shot filled up the lupine's body and set about their work. In those moments, the biology of it was lost to all three males. Rijaan slumped back and from his brother's muzzle, only to have it follow his malehood all the way to the ground. Korvin moaned and writhed in pleasure as his raised rump was filled up, even long after his own malehood had spilled the last of his seed across the floor. He continued to lick and suckle affectionately on his brother's length as he luxuriated in the heat that brewed inside him, and he squeezed down tighter on Asti's malehood to milk the draconic for every last drop.
Every last drop was exactly what Asti gave him. When the pulses of his seed finally started to slow he began to grind less powerfully against the wolf's backside and sagged forward over him slightly. A smile spread across Asti's lips as he purred quietly to himself. He wriggled his hips slowly even as the last remnants of his seed drooled out of his tip and into the sticky pool that he'd formed inside Korvin's body. Some of those fluids even started to leak back out around his malehood, and it matted the fur of the lupine's backside before Asti ground himself forward hard once again. It would be a waste for it to escape his body, after all.
The only sound that could be heard in the room was that of panted breaths, and the satisfied purr of a Serevokin. The air was still filled with musk and those powerful, overwhelming pheromones, and it was that musk that the two wolves continued to hungrily breathe. Neither one felt their malehoods soften and retreat into their sheaths. Neither one felt their need to mate and be mated abate in the slightest. The need built up inside their minds again as their shafts throbbed for attention, and Asti smiled as he felt Korvin wriggle back against him again. It felt like the younger wolf wanted more.
"By the gods..." came the gasped voice from the doorway. Asti turned his head in time to see Vorja, jaw-dropped as he stood in the doorway to the room. The wolf's chest rose and fell as he looked between the three males in the room, at the seed spilled all around them, and pure surprise was spread across his face. "What has... what have you done?"
Asti just smiled warmly as he tilted his head up and started to slowly hump against Korvin's rump again. "Simply getting to know one another intimately," he replied as Korvin whined and moaned once more underneath him. "I find such things to be quite fun." The draconic let his eyes drift down over the shocked lupine's body and to his loincloth. It had begun to lift. Vorja then slowly walked into the room, his eyes slightly clouded over as he breathed deeply of the thick air.
The Serevokin smiled and purred just a little deeper as he started to draw back and out of Korvin's backside. The wolf whimpered a little and squirmed as he tried to spear himself once more on Asti's malehood, but the draconic still withdrew himself fully. "Rijaan, be a dear and please plug your brotherkin's rump for me," he said as he stood and turned to face Vorja. The wolf's malehood had begun to poke out of his sheath and around the loincloth, even as his eyes drifted down to the Serevokin's seed-drenched malehood. "Feel free to breed him anew; I am sure he will enjoy your attentions. I will be busy with Vorja, here.
"After all, we have someone else in need of our pleasure. It would be a shame to deny him, wouldn't it?"
Part three, done! Please, comment and score and fav if you enjoyed the story. The things I hear from you all are what keep me writing for the site, and what keep me continuing this series. Even a simple, "I came!" is perfectly fun to hear, heh heh. It's always a good grin that spreads across my face when I see a column of them, heh. I'll most definitely not be sucking your â€"insert organ of choice here- for commenting this time; [a certain wolf](%5C) went and broke my Complementary Blowjob Emitters. *smirks*
Part four is in-progress even as this is being written. I need to never again start a project like this while working on bigger things; I spend hours every day writing anyway, and I'm having to fight to not burn out on both projects. I'm going to appreciate the break next month, I tell you that! *chuckles* But you're still going to be getting a nice bit of smut out of me before that.
Part four will be the final part to this little series for the foreseeable future. Anything more I write of Asti and Rijaan will be spur-of-the-moment writing on my part. Might make some more stories based on Korvin's exploits, but we'll see. I'm leaving part four open to more writing so I can continue on with it if I like, but don't hold your breath once it comes out. But hey, that's a while away, so go back and read over the first three stories again! It's guaranteed to make you hard*!
Also, once again, [check my YS Journal out if you're a writer and looking for a little advice.](%5C) I'm going to start updating it on a semi-regular basis once I get my schedule cleared up. I want to be able to help other writers on the site (and writers in general) be more productive, and I think I've learned a thing or two in my years as a writer. Hopefully [the stuff you can find here will be able to help you out, too!](%5C)
Well, that's it. Later furballs, and thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed, and look forward to more!