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Seeds of Divinity, Ch 10

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Although Micah was a good half a foot shorter than Raedryn, the Molz outweighed the Human by close to a third and the Badger's ample strength was more than enough to move the young man around to his heart's content. Micah, however, was more than content to have him laying on the mattress on his back, towel withdrawn and fully bare for the beast man's hungry gaze. "Gods... not a single blemish on ya..." as he spoke, the Badger's muzzle grew closer and closer to the Human's chest until he could press his broad, black nose against Raedryn's bare flesh before taking in another huge breath "And you smell fan-fuckin-tastic."

The Molz put his large, clawed paws around Raedryn's hops and, letting out a grunt, pulled the Human to the edge of the bed; the young man's legs were splayed out in either direction as their hips met. Raedryn heard another deep-chested rumble from the Badger but, more than that, he also felt the firm hardness through Micah's trousers. Reaching down, the Human slid his fingers through the Molz's waistband and moved to unclasp the button; Micah brushed his hands aside. The gesture confused Raedryin. "But I--"

The Badger rumbled again, a small string of saliva dripping out of the corner of his muzzle. "Soon enough, boy... I fuckin' want you BAD. SO. BAD... I could WRECK ya, but I'm takin' ya at MY pace..."

Something about the growl in the words got Raedryn's heart beating even faster and, in a surprise move, an enormous paw closed around the young man's turgid erection. The Human let out a gasp of surprise, completely uncertain what was about to happen. It couldn't have been more than a second or two but to Raedryn it felt like an eternity. His senses were hyper focused; he could smell an even stronger musk wafting freely from the Molz; he could see the unrestrained desire in Micah's eyes; he could feel the rough, worker-calloused paw pads engulfing his sensitive area.

In the span of a breath everything remained but the last as the Badger removed his paw, bringing it up to his muzzle instead. Micah took two quick sniffs at his digits and then licked one, crooning out in delight, yet the Molz disengaged nevertheless, but continued to stare at him with a ravenous look. The words that came out were forceful and beseeching at the same time. "I don't do things to people who don't gimme permission, kid... I REALLY wanna hear you say 'yes'..."

Slowly sitting up, Raedryn was surprised at the sudden amount of freedom he had despite the broad bodied Molz standing right in front of him. At that proximity, when he achieved a sitting position he found himself with his nose almost touching Micah's sternum. Smiling, the Human wrapped an arm around the laborer and shoved his nose right into the furred chest, and, mimicking the Badger, he took in a huge breath. The motion caught Micah by surprise long enough for the Human to turn his arm and slip a hand down the front of the Molz's stiffly tented pants.

Once again copying the beast man, Raedryn managed to grab a handful of thick, near-overflowing sheath before withdrawing-- dampness against his palm from where the sheath's opening had grazed it. Staring up at Micah, the young man raised his hand to his mouth, but it was intercepted by one of the Molz's paws. Staring down at him, the Badger yanked the hand away until it arrived at his muzzle, and he began to systematically lick and suckle each of the Human's fingers. Raedryn spoke up "I--"

Micah grinned, interrupting him. "Here."

To accentuate the word, the laborer leaned down and pushed his muzzle right against the Human's lips, tongue, which had just been slathering saliva across the young man's digits, suddenly invaded his mouth. The entire ordeal made Raedryn's head swim and the next few seconds caused his mind to go blank. The trance was broken only when his wrist was grabbed again and led somewhere by the controlling paw: right back to Micah's crotch-- his naked crotch.

At some point the Badger had kicked off his pants, and Raedryn had completely unobstructed access. Marveling at the heft of the Molz's very ample testicles, the Human was able to pull back from the very involved kiss just long enough to gasp "That's... that's a 'yes', by the way..."

Micah's thick, pointed teeth flashed from within his muzzle. "You cheeky Human..."

The Molz kept Raedryn by the edge of the bed so he could continue to nuzzle, kiss, and lick at the Human's face. It also gave the young man easy access to the rapidly emerging slick, furless flesh between Micah's legs. Raedryn couldn't remember the last time he was so free in seeking his desires, feeling every faint bump, ridge, and vein on the rock-hard flesh as it continued to emerge from its fuzzy home. Eventually, Micah pulled his head back, gasping when Raedryn must have touched just the right spot.

Feeling his heart beating madly against his rib cage, Raedryn swallowed his pride and did something that all sources of proper manner and gentility were adamant against. Slipping down off the edge of the mattress, the Human came face-to-cock with the Molz's Badgerhood. Head swimming with the musk, the young man buried his face into the laborer's groin fur, and nearly lost himself in the forest of fluff and the masculine musk. The sudden move had caught the Badger by surprise, but he recovered quickly, clamping down a paw in an iron grip on the Human's forearm, and pulling him back up onto the bed. "Quite the little scent hound for a Human..."

Raedryn could tell by the tone that Micah was far more bemused than disturbed, and that impression only grew when the Molz flopped down onto the bed atop him, far further up than the Human was, and landing half atop him. Raedryn found that he was pinned by the laborer's weight, and his head was turned sideways, flat against the mattress, with his face caught in the crook of Micah's armpit. He let out a cry of surprise, and his next inhale hit him with a scent easily as powerful as the stale ale in the barrel, but the effect was far different; he was already laying down, which was good because he felt weak in the knees.

Micah had, since Raedryn's first impression of him, come across as a no-nonsense, incredibly powerful, down-to-earth laborer and, in bed, that impression remained true, with just a hint of playfulness; there was certainly no malice in any of his actions and, in fact, as the Badger kept him pinned, the Molz began to inspect his body, drawing his claws lightly across every inch of the boy. Even as he did so, Micah murmured "Fuckin flawless..."

With only one arm free and his face buried by a faceful of musky fur, Raedryn closed his eyes, falling into the event and abandoning inhibitions and shame. With Micah so far up on the mattress, it left the Badger's unclothed genitals within easy reach, and Raedryn began to explore than as thoroughly as the Molz was examining his body; based on Micah's approving rumble, they were both enjoying themselves and, after a short time, the Badger even began thrusting into the Human's receptive fingers.

The weight against Raedryn's face and body slowly withdrew as Micah began focusing more and more on the fingers surrounding his thick flesh. Provided more room to move, the Human was able to sit up, admiring the ample shaft in his grasp; it was, in some ways, similar to both Herald's and Bird's in that it was furless, deep red, slick, and no longer stored in its furry sleeve but, while Herald's was tapered with a knot and Bird's was almost conical with barbs, Micah's was consistently thick and unadorned other than the faintest hint of a bulb at the tip... and it was dripping constantly.

Raedryn's attention was pulled away from the maleness as its owner let out a sudden gasp and quickly yanked back. The sound surprised the young man. "What? What's wrong?"

Panting, the Badger let out a chuckle from deep in his throat, which sounded as much like a needy growl as an expression of humor. "It's... just been awhile, kid. I told ya this'd be at my pace, and I don't wanna finish just yet."

The Human realized exactly what the laborer meant. Slowly laying back, Raedryn offered what he hoped was the invitation Micah sought. "Would you... uh... like to... um... you know-- f-finish... inside me?"

There was a faint moan of barely restrained satisfaction for a split second before it was doused completely by a near feral growl of pure sexual elation. "Gods DAMN it, kid... can you be ANY fuckin' sexier? Yes! Hells, yes! A hundred times yes... I wanna coat yer insides til I got nothin' left... like ya even gotta ask?!"

Raedryn hadn't had a lot of experience in the act but, considering his time with Herald, his time with Bird, and his times with both of them, the prospect no longer worried him as much. Laying back he split his legs apart, gazing down the length of his body at the short-yet-still-somehow-massive Molz, paws grasping air in eagerness, and member bouncing in time with his quickened heartbeat. The Human didn't know if the dribble at its tip was precum or his own saliva, but each idea seemed just as sexy.

With a hungry snarl, Micah was upon him the next second but the young man was taken by surprise; the Badger fell far too short to suitably mount him. A split second later, as the broad, fuzzy muzzle closed around his member, he realized why. Raedryn let out a raspy gasp as he felt hot, slick warmth surround his flesh, and the sound only became that much more desperate as Micah began suckling him-- he was neither skilled, nor gentle, but, for some reason, it was exactly what Raedryn needed. The Badger worked him like a Molz possessed, and it had an effect.

The Human was so worked up he didn't last long, gripping either side of the Molz's head as he unloaded into the Badger's muzzle. If Ray had expected the laborer to draw away after he shot his first spray he would have been mistaken; Micah drank it down as if he were dying of thirst, and nursed a moment longer until he could be sure the Human was empty. Head falling back to the mattress, the young man let out a shaky breath. "I... I haven't ever had someone do... uh... THAT before."

Micah let out a half-hearted 'heh', and rubbed his furry forearm across the end of his muzzle. "Yeah? Well I wasn't kiddin' about bein' worked up... wasn't sure I could finish ya off once I got started and, well... I may be the greedy kind, but when it comes to hittin' the sack no one'll ever call me selfish."

Raedryn didn't have enough experience in the ways of manner-less banter to understand all of the meanings, but, based on the starving fire within the Badger's gaze as he slowly rolled the Human onto his side, the young man had a feeling he was about to find out. All of Raedryn's prior partners had always taken him from behind or atop-- he was able to feel their abdomens against his back or look them in the eye-- the Molz chose an entirely different position and it didn't make sense right away, until their bodies came together, and then things began to fall into place.

Due to Micah's width it was readily apparent that he would have had a hard time keeping Raedryn's legs in a good position if he lay atop him during the act and, as he felt the Badger's thick head begin to wedge through the circle of muscles at his opening he realized that the laborer DID know what he was doing; Micah's member was slightly oblong, and he'd elected to enter at an angle that minimized the young man's discomfort. The Molz was not gentle, but neither was he uncaring and, despite his rought-and-tumble approach, he apparently knew what he was doing.

Pausing for only a moment, the Badger looked down, made a snorking-rumbling inhale through his nose and then, in a clear and open display of manner-less vulgarity, hocked up a wad of saliva right at their joined bodies. Raedryn recoiled at first, but Micah simply reached down and used a finger to work the fluid around his member and the young man's opening. "Oh, stop squirmin'... it ain't that bad, and, believe me: you're gonna thank me for it once I get goin, kid."

Despite the base display, Raedryn realized that he wasn't facing revulsion-- he found it somehow inexplicably erotic, and that sensation only grew as Micah grabbed his lower ankle with one paw and pinned his hip down from the top with the other. He shoved his hips forward without holding back and the Human let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure as the Badger's massive shaft slid into him in a single thrust. A thousand words rushed to escape Raedryn's mouth-- a curse, an exclamation, an explicative, and even a wordless cry of surprise and pain, but the one that won out was a rather embarrassing "Gracious!"

A heady, deep chuckle rolled out of the Badger. "Nothing gracious about this, kid... yer gettin' fucked. It's messy... but, gods damn is it fuckin' HOT."

Three more thrusts was all it took before Raedryn realized that Micah had reached his limit; the Molz hadn't been wrong about his own capabilities. Although the Human had been taught time and time again by the jabbing, barbed words of courtesans and thinly veiled double entendres of court that suggested a partner who couldn't last long was a waste, the young man's head swam with satisfaction and glee even as his insides swam in a torrential flood of Badger semen; its approach was heralded by a satisfied, grateful groan of the Molz astride him.

Micah collapsed on the mattress, carefully rolling to the side so he wouldn't land on Raedryn and the young man felt himself pulled back against the short, stocky, furry form of the laborer. The Molz did so skillfully, and managed to move Raedryn's entire body with seemingly no effort, and, somehow, kept his still-firm member corked deep inside him at the same time. The young man was just starting to feel the tingly warmth of the unexpected snuggling when reality fell away and, he realized, he was experiencing another one of the visions granted by the Divine Seeds.

In his vision, Raedryn was atop an overlook with a sprawling, coastal city far below him. It was late afternoon and the sun was half-way down beyond the horizon; the city's lights shone from below, outlining two combatants: a Human woman dressed in black with two long blades, each glinting with a greenish hue-- he knew it was poison; the other figure was a Molz that looked eerily similar to Micah, including the brownish fur where black should have been on an average Badger.

The Molz was protecting him from the woman, who had come to kill him. Although the Badger was no warrior, and a good half-foot shorter than the woman, he prevailed, but only because he rammed her with his shoulder, causing her to fall off the cliff. When the Molz came to check on him, it was obvious that the Badger had been struck multiple times by the woman's blades. Easing his protector down to one knee, he met the Molz's gaze and, despite not being surprised in the moment, as Raedryn snapped back out of the vision, he was astounded when he realized that the Badger had been looking at him with one brown and one hazel eye.

The moment he snapped out of the vision, Raedryn looked to Micah, who wore a blank expression on his face. The laborer mumbled out something before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Something... happened."

Laying on the mattress beside a Molz with fur standing on end, the Human gently reached out and rested a hand upon Micah's chest. "They are visions... they seem to happen when I... am intimate with the bearers of the divine seeds."

Rather than pulling away, Micah actually drew Raedryn closer to him, speaking with his chin resting against the young man's shoulder. "I... dunno what to think... I mean... I saw a humme that wasn't you, but I still knew it WAS you. That bitch wanted to kill you and I wasn't about to let it happen."

Raedryn nodded, slowly rotating in the Badger's grasp; their shared vision had been enough to cause Micah's shaft to slide free of him and back into its sheath so he was free to maneuver in a way that would not hurt either of them. Once he was facing the Molz, the Human cupped one of Micah's furry cheeks in his hand. "You were there too, and I saw you. You looked a lot like you do now but--"

The Badger gave him a cautious, questioning look. "But what?"

The young man gently stroked the white fur of the laborer's cheek. "The Molz in my vision had different colored eyes."

The Molz grunted, and slowly pulled away, moving just far enough across the mattress so he could lay on his back. "Funny thing that..."

Raedryn remained laying on his side, facing the Badger. "Would... you tell me about it?"

Micah let out a huff; at first it sounded like a dejected exhalation but, a moment later, the laborer patted the mattress between em. "Sure... if you come on over."

It wasn't any great distance and hardly an imposition so the Human inched closer and laid his head on the Badger's chest, running his fingers through the Molz's coarse fur. "Does different color eyes have some special meaning to you or something?"

Rather than say anything, Micah reached up with a finger and, as the young man watched, the Badger gently grazed his eye with a paw pad and, as he pulled the finger back, a small, curved lens came with it. Raedryn gasped when he saw that Micah did not, in truth, have two brown eyes; one of them was hazel. The Badger's spare arm slid beneath Raedryn and pulled him a little closer. "What that Varkken said must be true... you gotta be the Prophet."

The young man offered up a smile in return. "I DO keep hearing that, and I keep getting into these situations in which... I... well..." he finished the statement by merely gesturing to the two of them together on the bed.

Micah gave him another gentle squeeze, pulling Raedryn even closer against his broad, scruffy-furred body. "Can... I... can I... uh... confess something to ya... Prophet?"

The question was a loaded one and Raedryn honestly didn't know how to respond. "I'm... not sure that's something the Prophet does but... but if you want to, I can listen. Sure. Okay... go ahead... I suppose."

A pair of long, slightly-blunted claws traced gently and idly across the Human's bare back as he lay on his side, pressed up against Micah, who spoke gruffly but quietly, his rough voice creating a tickling-little vibration against Raedryn's body. "I... uh... I don't get much... uh... 'action'... I guess you could say. I dunno why but when I caught sight of ya I-- well... I just..." he paused, letting out a deep sigh and covering his face with his free paw. The next words came out muffled through his digits. "I just really had to have ya. Yer not even my usual type but-- GODS! I just got off, but... but I still want ya!"

Raedryn found himself smiling at that. As far as confessions went, it was relatively benign, and very flattering. "I.... uh... thank you, I suppose?"

Micah scoffed, and moved his paw from his own face to Raedryn's and gave him a light shove backwards. "You little ass... it's not praise-- I'm tryin to apologize!"

The shove was not as much a desire to move Raedryn away as it was an obvious expression of-- the young man wasn't really sure what it was, but he did see the faintest hint of both humor and embarrassment on Micah's face. The Human moved closer again, resting his head on the Molz's furry chest as he replied. "You don't have to apologize, but if it would help, I accept it, Micah. I wanted you too... it's all part of the Prophet thing. 'Fate', I guess you could call it."

The Badger grunted; the arm beneath Raedryn wrapped around him again, holding him in place against the Molz's furry bulk. "Heh... well how 'bout that? Usually fate screws me over... guess it's about time it threw something good my way."

Raedryn found himself blushing, but he couldn't really figure out how to respond. A strangely comfortable silence slowly filled the room after that, and amidst the calming ease, the young man continued running his fingers through the Badger's fur, tracing what he realized were scars along the laborer's flesh. Ultimately the Human broke the silence. "You have a lot of scars, don't you?"

Micah's response was dismissive. "More than some. Less than others. Definitely more than a little coddled rich boy like you."

The statement could have been taken as a verbal attack, but the Badger followed it up with an almost caring snuffle of Raedryn's hair. Smiling, the young man traced a larger one on the right side of the Molz's chest, right along his pectoral. "This one is shaped oddly... it's... very circular."

Grunting, Micah nodded his head. "Mmm... stabbed by a broken bottle."

The matter-of-fact tone the Badger used was startling, but Raedryn let it go. His hand trailed lower until he found another on Micah's abdomen. "Another bottle?"

The Molz shook his head. "No-- donkey, if you'd believe it."

The next five minutes were spent with the Badger spinning a rather expressive tale about a man bringing a donkey into the bar and the difficulty involved with getting it back out. Apparently, according to the laborer, the donkey kicked like a mule. Raedryn and Micah shared a laugh over that one but, ultimately, they settled back down on the bed and returned to snuggling. The Human murmured "Thanks for talking with me, Micah."

The Molz's response was a strong, back-popping hug as Micah rested his muzzle down across Raedryn's back, hugging him with arms and his neck both. "I should be thanking YOU, kid... not every day someone cares to talk with a barkeep... especially not some spoiled brat who has the added fame of bein' a fuckin Prophet for the Sundered God."

At that point, Raedryn had come to recognize the Molz's pointed sense of humor, and he was perfectly content to toss it right back at him. "Well, it's not every day I meet a business owner who is incredibly strong, yet also has a warm soul, is incredibly kind hearted, surprisingly gentle and--"

Micah interrupted him "I don't do mushy stuff!"

The Human smirked "and has the added fame of 'being a fucking bearer of a Divine Seed'."

The Molz's lips pulled back to reveal his teeth in a decidedly goofy grin. "Wow... hearin' a curse come outta those dainty, high-born lips makes me wanna laugh almost as much as it makes me wanna do REALLY dirty things to ya."

Raedryn laughed, patting his companion on the chest. "That, or maybe it's just the whole Prophet-thing still affecting you."

The Badger let out a soft, rumbling growl; it was not unlike the ones from earlier in the night, but it was more mellow and much deeper at the same time. "That, or maybe it's just you and your cute little humme ass."

Feeling something hard and slick against his abdomen, Raedryn realized that, in addition to having a hair trigger, apparently Micah also had a relatively quick recovery time. Feeling his cheeks blush again, the young man's hand slid down the laborer's chest, then sternum, then abdomen, and even further until his fingers then his palm found his target; he gently caressed it, stroking it softly as he spoke. "And maybe I am interested in you just because of the whole Prophet-thing too..."

Micah was able to read right through his bluff. "That, or maybe it's just me and your love of how I smell... and fuck."

Raedryn didn't have a chance to provide a response as the Molz rolled over onto him, broad, bristly muzzle pinning his head down with an almost vicious kiss. Hands and paws moved of their own volition and, as the Human was rotated and positioned to the laborer's liking, he knew that their short period of available rest was going to be further reduced... but he didn't mind in the least.

* * * * *

Raedryn awoke to the sound of knocking at the bedroom door. Despite being both naked and above the blankets, he was incredibly warm due to the furry body engulfing much of him. While he was taller than Micah, the Molz still made an incredibly efficient 'big spoon', and the Human was sure even if he HAD got more sleep he would have wanted more in the same condition, but his companion was up in an instant, calling out. "Wazzit?!"

Sterling's voice spoke through the door. "Forty minutes til dawn... perhaps less. I promised a wake up call. You should have time to get freshly cleaned, if you like."

Raedryn was not entirely sure what the Rakken meant by it, but any doubt was removed as Micah grumbled under his breath "Pervert was probably listenin in... or spent the last half hour sniffin under the door."

Rubbing the Molz's arm, the young man then stretched and sat up, wincing immediately as he felt the stickiness and slickness along his backside; it also trailed all the way down to his knees. His platitudes of reassurance forgotten, Raedryn instead went for something much more utilitarian. "A fresh bath doesn't sound like that bad an idea."

Micah took in a few quick sniffs followed by inhaling huge, lungfuls of air. "Not so sure 'bout that, kid... I kinda like you smellin' that much of me."

The Human slowly got up, mindful of where he stepped and what felt like more fluids threatening to ooze out of his backside. "Well... I am thinking with sensitive sensibilities and good manners."

The laborer let out a braying "HA!" followed by "Guess ya just couldn't show yer face in public if everyone an' their menservants knew ya were full a Molz juice, huh?"

Rather than rebuff the statement or rebuke Micah, Raedryn simply turned around to where the Badger was standing on the mattress; since the Human was on the floor that meant, for once, the laborer had several inches of height over him. The young man reached up and pulled Micah's muzzle down for a kiss. As he pulled away, Raedryn said simply "I don't regret it, in case you're wondering... I... really enjoyed it-- I really enjoyed YOU, Micah... thank you for last night, and thank you for your help."

Raedryn left the stunned, flabbergasted Molz standing on the bed, leaving the young man free to get washed up. Micah wasn't stunned for too long, and, after only a minute or two, the Human was joined in the bathing chamber by the Badger. Before Raedryn could get a chance to say anything, Micah quickly interjected "You can wash my back... not always easy to reach, you know."

Accepting a brush and scouring pad, the Human smiled. "I thought you didn't want to ruin your reputation by getting too clean too often."

Micah accepted the barb with good humor and fired right back. "We're bathin tagether, kid... to anyone with a good nose I'll smell even MORE like you. If anyone makes fun of me for that, they'll find 'emselves pounded inta the dirt."

The Molz had a rough-and-tumble way of flattery; once he started getting use to it, Raedryn found it quite agreeable.