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“I’ll take watch. Rest easy, friend,” Blaidd had told me as we made camp on a overlook above the Siofra River. It was a spot covered by a screen of trees with only one path up, a safe haven from the ghostly spirits that haunted this place. We’d not yet found a way into Nokron, but we’d get there. I went to sleep with little worry of the future when I had Blaidd at my side.

That did not stop nightmares haunting my dreams: old, ancient visions. They started first when I slew Godrick, and varied and grew in intensity with each Elden rune I collected. Visions of the past, from the fallen children of Queen Marika. In this one, I fought through the helm of Radahn, waking with a start as his vision fogged and swirled with Melania’s scarlet rot. I blinked, seeing the milky, starry sky above me in this strange, underground realm within the belly of the Lands Between.

Normally, I might roll back over into sleep, but a sound gave me pause. A whine, like a hound stuck inside while its master went out the door. I sat up and found Blaidd with his back to me, cloak on his back, but I noticed beside the smoldering remains of grace that pieces of his armor had been stripped off: greaves, faulds, boots, gauntlets. His great sword discarded beside it.

Blaidd’s pointed ears quivered, shoulders tense. My nose wrinkled, smelling something in the air. I whispered, “Blaidd?”

The massive half-wolf froze, ears folded backwards and hackles up. He glanced over his shoulder and grimaced. “T-Tarnished, you-you’re already awake?”

I rolled onto sitting on my knees. My armor rested in a heap beside me, next to my blade. I wore only my sweaty travel clothes, but noticed my armor had been rummaged through. I asked, “Is everything okay? You sounded hurt.”

“Oh, I’m fine. You should rest. It’s only been an hour or so.” He refused to face me.

I scooted a little closer, only a few paces away from where he sat. “Something is clearly wrong—”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Blaidd snapped over his shoulder. He mumbled at his lap, “This is nothing, just a curse of this wretched body.”

I frowned. This was not the first time I’d heard him speak poorly of himself.

“Nonsense. We’re friends, right? Brothers in service? Your burdens are mine as well.” I got closer, reached out, and touched his shoulder.

“Stay away from me!” Blaidd snarled, his big paw lashing out to shove me away. I weighed perhaps a third of the half-wolf, and he was twice my height. His push sent me rolling backwards, head over heels. I landed on my back with a grunt, more dizzy and surprised than anything. “Shit,” Blaid cursed as he rushed to my side. He touched my chest. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

I couldn’t help but notice he was naked from the waist down. He wore only his breastplate, pauldrons, and vambraces at this point. Throbbing over my thigh was a massive, canine member that matched the rest of Blaidd’s size. My eyes went wide and interrupted his babbled apologies, “Oh, that’s what you were doing.”

In an instant Blaidd retreated back to where he’d sat before, cloak hugged around him, back turned to me once more. “J-just turn around and I’ll make myself decent—I didn’t mean to expose myself to this revolting—”

“Blaidd, stop,” I said as I got back up. “We all have needs on the road. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Rrr, no, there is nothing but shame. This wretched body has the needs of a beast.”

“Your body’s not wretched, and everyone has these sorts of needs.”

“Not like this,” Blaidd insisted. “It’s… every few months I’ll get like this for a few days. I get consumed by heat and need. If we find a way to Nokron I might not even be fit to join you.”

I frowned but didn’t try to approach him this time. “Is there no way to slake these needs?”

“A solution you don’t need to worry about,” Blaidd dismissed.

In our brief scuffle, Blaidd had flung something away that I only noticed now. It lay in a heap a few paces from Blaidd: the leather padding of my codpiece. “Blaidd, what were you doing with that?”

He glanced where I pointed then started. “N-nothing—I didn’t… don’t worry about it.”

I didn’t need him to tell me. In our travels together, I noticed how important scent was to the half-wolf. He tried to hide it, but I caught him with his nose tilted upwards as we passed cedar trees, even the furtive sniff of my hair from behind when he didn’t think I paid attention.

“Did my scent help?”

He flinched.

I got up and took a few tentative steps. “I’d help you, if you let me.”

“This is my burden. No one needs to help me,” Blaidd growled.

I licked my lips and got a little closer. Even standing next to him while he sat down, my head barely rose over his. “And if I want to help you?”

“I’d call you mad.”

I chewed my bottom lip, resisted the urge to accuse him of being a stubborn ass. Taking a breath, I asked, “What about our duty to Ranni?”

“What about it?”

“This is distracting you from your duty. If you let me help, we can both continue our quest more quickly.”

That keening whine I heard before came back. He looked over his shoulder, ears folded, violet eyes pained. “You think that would be for the best?”

“The two of us together can challenge demigods,” I whispered. “I don’t want to leave my best mate out here alone when we’re stronger together.”

“I… best mate?” Blaidd shook his head. “I’m hardly deserving of such respect from someone like yourself.”

I touched his shoulder again. He flinched, but did not pull away. His cloak was made of a tough fabric, the fur collar of it matted with dust and dirt from travel. My fingers weaved through it, soon touching the scruff of Blaidd’s neck. His fur was a little softer. My bare hand had never touched him before. I admired the feeling of his fur, a little oily but soft and inviting.

“I’m a Tarnished of no renown.”

“Tsk, with ambition to be Elden Lord.”

“Blaidd… when was the last time you let someone help you?”

He shrank away. “Never—I’m the one who serves others.”

“Mmm, and if I want to serve you?”

“Tarnished… please…” he whined. “I’m trying my best to hold myself back.”

He was, but I knew he’d already faltered. I leaned against his back, front pressed to him, arms draped over his shoulders. I caught a glimpse of his length throbbing before Blaidd tried to hide it with his cloak. I placed a kiss on the back of his ear, then whispered in it, “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, you know.”

He barked a strange sound halfway between a growl and laugh. “You really are mad. I’m a scarred, ugly mongrel.”

“A brave, handsome warrior.”

“Stop.”

I rubbed at his exposed throat, scritching there, fingers stroking up to his jawline. With a nudge, I got him to turn his snout up. I needed to stand on my toes to lean over and kiss him on his cold, wet nose.

I held his head like this, so he looked up into my eyes while I looked down in his. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while.”

“I… I’ve felt the same.”

“Then let me help you. Let yourself have this.”

Something snapped in the half-wolf. In a blur he wheeled around and had me on my back, Blaidd on all fours over me. His big muzzle nosed into my throat, I felt his nostrils expand against my bare, brown flesh as he sucked in a breath. A growl followed before he said, “I can’t stand how good you smell.” I shivered, frozen, keen how his tusk-like canines brushed my skin. He could fit my whole neck in his jaws with room to spare, but he didn’t. A broad, flat, canine tongue dragged up my jaw line. I gasped, almost laughed, but stopped myself—I didn’t want Blaidd self-conscious about how he showed affection.

I touched his chin and got him to bring his muzzle next to me. I kissed him, and he whimpered, trying his best to work his lips against mine. His were bigger, which made up for the lack of movement, all this dark flesh to explore. Another kiss, his lips yielding, wet with the heat of drool. My tongue brushed against him, finding his flavor a little sweet, heady. He opened his maw, breath washing over my face. Then his tongue pushed into my mouth. His eyes shut while mine went wide. He whined against me, his tongue lapping against mine, my teeth, the roof of my mouth. Blaidd’s canine muscle was far bigger than mine. It quickly filled up my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and I fought down my gag reflex. I caressed his cheek, lying back as his tongue filled and explored every part of my mouth, occasionally swallowing his drool.

Eventually he pulled away, jaws dripping, panting as he stared down at me. He had this strange expression, like I was some bewildering figure in a dream that he expected to dissolve any moment. I wrapped a few fingers around the collar of his breastplate and tugged. “You should take this off.”

He licked his lips and sat back up beside me, fussing with the straps on his armor so he might strip it off. As he did, I watched closely, admiring his physique. His raven-blue fur occasionally marred by patches of scars, where proud flesh grew back with no hair to cover it. By the time his armor had been entirely stripped, his cloak shrugged off his back, he finally noticed me staring and visibly shrank, tail wrapping around him.

He looked away and whispered, “If you want to call this off, I understand.”

“Hush,” I said as I scooted closer. I grabbed his paw: massive hand with a palm the size of a buckler, leathery pads on it and the underside of his fingers, claws chewed to blunted ends. I lifted his paw to my lips and kissed each knuckle. “I think you look stunning.”

“Tarnished…” he gawked a moment then scoffed. “You really are a daft one.”

“Mmm, say what you will, just don’t turn me away.”

“I… I won’t. I should admit, though, I’ve not let anyone see me like this since I was a babe.” Said hunched inward again, ears and whiskers tucked down, unable to look at me. “I fear I will be no better at pleasing you than a feral wolf would.”

I chose to let that comment hang in the air, shuffling closer, leaning up against his side, guiding him to wrap his arm over my shoulder. I listened to his breath hitch just at my proximity to him. He was trembling against me as I let my fingers roam his front. I traced the boundaries of scars, teased along the lines and grooves of solid muscle just under his soft coat. His fur was a little oily from travel, and his scent had that dirt and dust tinge of a dog, but it settled under the rest of his smell, a base to the complicated, rich spice of his sweat and musk. The whiff of his pheromones making my lions stir with heat, and I realized I’d nuzzled into his side, face burrowed in his fur, almost into his armpit. I took a deep breath and groaned.

“T-Tarnished?”

“You smell good.”

“I smell like I need to be dunked in the river.”

“Shut up, Blaidd,” I whispered before taking another breath of him. He was so warm against me that I felt myself start to sweat as well. I shifted a little, standing on my knees, leaning over his lap. I saw his member still stubbornly stiff. I reached for it without hesitation. The canine tip filled my palm, my fingers barely able to close completely around his glans. Blaidd whined and humped into my hand, and my fingers opened around his girth, unable to circle around his red shaft.

I chuckled and said, “So sensitive. Have you ever let someone touch you here?”

“N-n—of course not.”

“Mmm, my poor, pent up pup.”

Blaidd whined as my fingers glided up and down his smooth shaft. Slick with precum, his knot was already inflated. I’d always been curious what he packed down here, and now that I wasn’t pressed against his armpit I caught the more acrid, pungent scent of his exposed cock. It did have a “rut” like smell to it. A musk that made me tear up as I leaned closer.

I heard Blaidd hold his breath as my body seemed dragged into the gravity of his loins. His leaking tip suddenly right beneath my lips. His urethra winked with a cloudy bead of precum, and the scent of it alone made my cunt tingle. I shifted a little, planting my hand on his thigh, and I kissed his cock. My other hand felt it pulse in my palm, my lips smeared with the balm of his arousal. My tongue swiped it into my mouth, salty with just a slight sweet, creaminess. His precum already felt as thick as the loads of other men I’d slept with.

I moaned, and kissed his tip again, jaw opening, and my lips suckled around his glans. Blaidd whined and another flood of precum filled my mouth. I almost gagged, having to swallow that spurt. He started panting, his paws clenching his knees as he tried to hold himself still. It was adorable, seeing this big brute so worked up over so little. I couldn’t believe I had this virgin all to myself. I brushed some of my dark locks out of my eyes and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. I released his tip and blew some warm air across his throbbing organ.

I said, “Don’t hold back for me, Blaidd. I want to taste every part of you.”

He whimpered, all submissive puppy for me. I knew something more dominant lay just beneath the surface, but it was clear he tried to hold it back from me. That wouldn’t do. I welcomed him back into my maw, savoring how his heartbeat filled my mouth, feeling his hot phallus pulse and throb inside me. A living thing, spilling its precum across my tongue again. I dragged my tastebuds along his urethra, wet my lips, and sank further down his shaft.

I moved myself onto his lap. The damn half-wolf was just so large I needed to in order to better service him. My jaw expanded wide around his girth, straining to not scrape his shaft with my teeth. His tip pressed into the back of my throat, and I took a deep breath, trying my best to relax before pushing further. Blaidd gasped above me, and I choked a little on his meat. My mouth retreated, sucking in a breath through my nose, tears running down my cheeks, nose running a little, as I went back down. My hand on his thigh balled into a fist, clenching his fur as I forced him back into my throat. I swallowed around his shaft and Blaidd groaned. I felt his cock jerk.

The hand I had holding his shaft drifted down to touch his knot. This got my partner to hump into my face. I gagged, but fought through that, as more of him sank into my throat. I sucked and swallowed around half his length now, certain I would not be able to fit anymore of him inside me. Recognizing his reaction when I touched that fat bulb at his base, I played with it more, running my fingers along it, squeezing it in my palm. Blaidd growled, grabbing the back of my head.

“I’m close…” he snarled as he yanked me up and shoved me back down. I whimpered around the fat meat wedged in my throat. He worked my face like a toy, his paw so big I was helpless to stop him. I grabbed his knot with both hands and squeezed and tugged. Blaidd moaned at that, tossing his head back, almost howling. His dick twitched, my palms felt his seed pulsing and pouring through his knot up that shaft.

I barely braced myself as that first sticky gout of seed sprayed into my throat. I swallowed, but so much more followed. It plugged my throat with thick, gooey wads of wolf semen, backed up into my mouth. Four spurts in and his cum leaked from my lips. Thick wads of spunk rolled down my chin, backed up into my sinuses and ran out my nostrils. I groaned, feeling myself drowning on his load. I tried to pull away, and the action roused Blaidd enough to release me. I popped off his shaft with a gasp, coughing up a mouthful of cum as I swallowed more. His seed was a bit bitter, more earthy and robust in its flavor. It felt like a full meal pooling like a paste in my belly.

I wiped my nose and took a breath, staring as more ropes of seed fired up and splattered across Blaidd’s thighs and torso. The half-wolf panted and whined, eyes shut, tail beating against the ground in a twitchy wag. He had a paw wrapped around his base, squeezing and humping into his paw.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back in, sucking his cock back into my mouth. Blaidd moaned, and more cum filled my maw. The first shot I swallowed, the next oozed out, not quite filling my mouth. I reached down and caressed his balls. Just one of those fat nuts filled out my palm, the fur a little oilier here from built up sweat. I felt the teste clench, pouring more and more seed into my mouth. I quickly became drunk on the half-wolf’s seed, that pheromonal blend of his essence and musk made my head hazy. My vision narrowed to that shaft shuddering beneath my mouth, Blaidd’s hips squirming. I relished the steady flow of molten half-wolf sliding down my throat. Each swallow forcing more and more of his cum down till I felt utterly full.

Eventually, it was Blaidd who got me to let go. He whined and nudged me off, and I was aware I probably overstimulated him, even as he looked at me, panting. He leaned in and licked my face, lapping up the mess of seed that would have otherwise dried into my skin. All I could taste or smell at this point was his spunk, rich and pungent. Dazed, I didn’t hear him until he asked again:

“Tarnished? Please tell me you’re okay.”

I nodded and licked my lips, leaning hard against him, feeling a little weak. The crotch of my trousers had been soaked through in my arousal, I realized. I might have even cum. I glanced down and saw my half-wolf still hard and said, “You’re still pent up.”

“I will be fine. My senses have cleared some—I’m sorry if I—”

“I want you to fuck me, Blaidd.” He stopped, eyes wide as I shifted in his lap to face him. I kissed his lips, draped my arms around his neck and said, “I need more. I need you.”

“I-If we do that, I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself from tying you.”

“I want you to,” I answered, certain of the desire if not of whether that would even be possible.

“But what if…” he whined, ears tilted back before he whispered, “What if I get you pregnant? You don’t want my whelps.”

“I do,” I insisted as I swung myself around to properly straddle his hips. I ground my backside against his cock, its heat radiating through the trousers I wore. “I want you to breed me until this rut is sated.”

Blaidd snarled and we rolled around. I found myself on my back again, this time resting on his discarded cloak. He scowled down at me, lips lifted in a snarl. “You’re going to regret this.”

“Try me, wolf.”

He huffed and his paws went to the hem of my peasant shirt. I helped him strip me of it, his paws quickly pressing against my bared skin. His claws raked my flesh, and I gasped, back arching as he nuzzled into my collarbone. He nipped me there, making me squirm. My hands fumbled with the rope belt of my trousers, getting it off before I kicked off the offending garments.

Blaidd took another deep breath of me and growled, “All I can smell is my cum on you and your needy cunt.”

“You love it.”

He snarled and kissed me again. His tongue filled my mouth, no doubt tasting his seed. His dick ground against my abdomen, spreading more spent seed and precum across my brown skin. I felt it pool in my navel with my sweat, and humped up into him, his knot rubbing against my vulva. Blaidd huffed and pulled himself away. He kissed my jaw, tongue dancing across my neck, more kisses tracing down my chest—he worked his way down until those big paws wrapped around my thighs as easily as my hands could wrap around the grip of a sword.

I bit my bottom lip when his nose shoved up against my muff. His teeth chattered a little as he sucked in the scent of my cunt. I no doubt smelled fertile and willing to him. His tongue, broad enough the tip of it could cup my nether lips against it, dragged itself from the crack of my ass up across my labia. He lapped up my sticky nectar and groaned, the grip on my thighs tightening as he kissed my cunny. His oral muscle thrust against my vulva, opening it up and grinding up against my tender, pink flesh till he found my entrance. The tip of that organ wedged its way inside, and then, suddenly I was stuffed with the half-wolf’s tongue.

I tossed my head back and cursed. My cunt clenched tight around his wriggling muscle. It worked in and out, pressing me open with squirming, tingling pleasure. My walls would clamp down and flatten him in my cunny, but it did not stop him from pushing, from tasting places in my cunt no other person ever had. I reached down and grabbed him by the scruff around his ears, not sure if I wanted to shove him off or pull him in deeper. My hips bucked and squirmed in his grip, as Blaidd’s big maw opened. His teeth grazed the flesh of my groin and ass, almost looking like he planned to bite down, but he only teased my flesh as my pussy became submerged in his drooling, hot maw. The half-wolf’s panting breath now blew across my sensitive sex, drool coating my pubic hairs, as his tongue wormed deeper and deeper inside me.

My lower body, wracked with building tension and pleasure, had wound so tight that I managed to wrap my thighs around Blaidd’s head, my rump lifted off the ground now as he dined on my pussy. My lips fluttered and squeezed his tongue as it undulated, worming so deep that I felt it press against my cervix. And that prodding against my barrier somehow did me in.

“Fuck, Blaidd!”

I doubled over, using my core and the grip on his scruff to pull myself closer to him. I was in the air for a brief second as the whole of my being tried to wrap and clench around his maw. Then the tension sprung like a greatbow and I jolted forward, collapsing against his cloak in a sweaty heap, hot, tingling contractions shuddering through my cunt. Blaidd growled, my muff vibrating a little as I gushed around his tongue. He drank my cum, snarling and swallowing as my thighs, crotch, and cunt became coated in a slippery mixture of his canine drool and my nectar.

His tongue wriggled through my contractions until my pussy tingled with an edge of numbness, buzzing when he finally released me. He licked his chops as my rump fell back against the cloak. Blaidd grabbed my waist and rolled me over. My legs wobbled as he got me to hike my ass into the air. I felt wet running down my thighs as he scooted close. Our size difference made it impractical to take me like this, however, and he grabbed my hips and hoisted me up into the air. I planted my hands on the ground to keep from faceplanting, gasping as he handled me like a doll.

It made me hot, to know how easily he could manhandle me. Both his paws closed around my hips, pads of his thumbs rubbing into my ass. I felt him glaring at my backside, admiring it a moment before he moved me, and his glans brushed against my thigh.

“Guide me in,” Blaidd snarled, voice deep and husky. All that friendly warmth I knew him for had evaporated, replaced with the ferocity he typically showed opponents in battle.

Quaking a little, I reached down, one palm still holding up my front half as I looked under me. I saw all of his throbbing length there, leaking more cloudy beads of precum. If he could knock up a human, then his pre alone would probably doom me.

Still, I grabbed his tip, lining it up. Soon as he nudged my dripping labia he shoved, but I hadn’t gotten him to my vent, and his cock slid up to my navel in a single thrust. “Hurry up!” he snarled.

Nerves fluttered through my gut, unsure if I was scared or excited to get him in place. This time, he was a little more patient, as I shivered feeling his tip wedge against my folds.

I took a deep breath and said, “T-there—ah!” He cut me off by rolling his hips forward. His cock split me open, that spade tip meant for digging into a cunt before that girth stretched my walls to their seeming limit. I groaned and felt myself clench tight, his dick unphased as it dug deeper into my pussy. I whimpered, weak little gushes squeezed out around his member as I came again, my still sensitive sex simply overwhelmed by him. He growled as his first thrust only got half of that meat inside me. Blaidd pulled back and jammed inward again. I groaned, seeing stars as his cock stabbed deep. A sweet pain mixed with pleasure as he rutted right into my cervix. I felt his fat knot grind against my labia, smashing my clit.

His grip shifted, and I found myself wrapped in his arms, hugged to his chest. His claws dug into my side as he growled and rolled his hips. I bounced on that doggy dick, it pressing into my cunt like a pestle, grinding my resistance into dust. I saw the outline of his cock in me, amazed by the sight of it as he lifted me up then pressed me back down. I groaned, back arching against my stud as he worked into a steady rhythm. His hips rolled and humped my backside, knot squishing against my labia, demanding entry. I came, again and again. Drooling, eyes barely open, I just held onto him as he used me.

My sweat soaked skin ground up against his warm body. Semen that had sprayed into his fur earlier now smeared into my flesh. Blaidd’s drool dripped on my shoulder while he fucked me, panting, eyes absent of any reason. He worked me on his cock like a stubborn beast. My vulva smashed in each time by his knot, my labia split open, tugged outward as his veiny, red girth slid out. He was relentless, humping in one angle or another, rapid slaps to slow, hard, thumps against my sex.

I didn’t even notice when my pulverized pussy started to stretch around his knot. My body had gone a little numb, exhaustion set in, my cunt not really able to clench down on the monster spearing me. It wasn’t until Blaidd snarled and bit down on my shoulder that I roused from my stupor. His teeth punched through my skin, and I screamed, jerking in his grasp as I felt his knot splitting my pussy open. His paws were wrapped around my hip, thumbs digging into my groin as he forced me down on his knot. I screamed as my sex yawned around that bulb. My cunt caved in with a wet schlop.

I ached with how much dick filled me. But like Blaidd’s claiming bite, that pain mingled with the pleasure of all of him taking all of me. Then I felt his twitch, the pulse of his knot. A little, needy whine came from Blaidd’s lips as he came again. He rolled and humped his hips, his tip, I realized, having battered down my cervix, glans wedged in my womb. His urethra winked and spat more potent half-wolf cum into my egg chamber.

The paws on my hips moved to hug me again, and I wrapped my arms around his. I felt myself stuffed full, cum oozing out into my tunnel, slimy strings becoming pools becoming a river that stretched my walls out around his girth. I watched a baby bump swell in my lower abdomen as Blaidd bred me, mouth agape and stunned by what he did to me. I took a deep breath and smelled our sex, but mostly I smelled him, and I couldn’t be happier. Being claimed by him. I twisted my neck and kissed his cheek, whispered in his ear:

“I’m, ah, happy your first time was with me.”

He gave another little keening whine, and I heard his tail wag behind him.

He released my shoulder from his maw, licking up the blood that flowed from the ragged teeth marks there. I didn’t mind letting my flesh bleed. I’d faced far worse wounds, and no pain could overcome this satisfaction of sharing this with him.

He nuzzled then licked my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I… I don’t know if I can ever repay you.”

“Mmm, just warn me next time you knot me.”

“Next time?”

“Haha, some beast you are, Blaidd. Marking me, claiming my womb, but no plans to keep me as yours?”

“I’d never—”

“What if I asked you to?”

He growled at that. “If you’re not careful, friend, I will take you like a beast.”

“Mmm, good thing I enjoy throwing myself into danger then,” I whispered, touching his jaw to turn his head into another deep, languid kiss.