The Order [4/?]
Story by Pawsroloc on SoFurry
The Order stands as a symbol of authority and equality across all of the Southern Kingdoms. How will this organization react when cultures clash once more?
The following story displays gay relations between furries... so... you've been warned. OH, and there's porn, so minors can scram now.
The Order
Part Four: Wound Up
Corvan took a deep breath as he took another step forward on the balance beam. The man tried to calm his mind as he searched for where he should place his foot next. Carefully, he felt the wood in front of him, gripping the sides of the beam with his toes. With extreme caution and hours of practice at hand, Corvan whipped himself forward, bringing his hands down to grip the wood where his foot had once been. The blindfold around his eyes slipped up his face slightly as he came to a rest, his body now completely upside-down. Corvan let out a controlled breath of air as he held the handstand. After what seemed like minutes, the blood rushing to his head became too much, and Corvan knew that he was at his limit. The man teetered sideways, but as his foot traveled through the air, he began to second guess himself. Had he misjudged the step? Was he already at the end of the beam? Corvan’s heart leapt from his chest as he continued to tumble, his foot trailing through empty air. At what seemed like the last moment, the man’s foot found its mark on the balance beam. Corvan carried his unsteady momentum with him, body awkwardly wobbling to maintain its balance as he steadied himself.
“Stop! That’s enough for today.” Ruellaine barked, her voice commanding a tone of disapproval Corvan had gotten far too accommodated to hearing.
Corvan tore off his blindfold, looking up at the panthress in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” Corvan asked, hopping down from the balance beam to join the simmering woman.
“Your form is ‘what’s wrong’, teneme. It was wrong yesterday as well. I expect you to be improving, boy, not daydreaming.” Rue said, pushing against Corvan’s shoulder roughly.
Corvan felt a familiar anger flicker inside him he stumbled backwards.
“I was just trying my best to-“ Corvan began, stepping towards Ruellaine with new-found confidence.
Suddenly the ground slipped out from beneath Corvan. The human yelped in surprise as gravity took ahold of him. He landed with a thud, his right shoulder absorbing most of the impact. In what seemed like an instant, Ruellaine was atop him. She pressed one foot atop Corvan’s chest, pinning him to the ground.
“Your balance was off. Multiple times. For multiple days.” Rue growled, applying more weight as the man beneath him struggled. “And I grow tired of having to remind you of things I’ve already taught you.”
“I wonder… If you are too busy to heed my instructions, where else might your thoughts be wandering?” Rue pondered aloud, cocking her head.
“Was your mind clouded by your aggression towards me, my little teneme? Or maybe my naked form has given way to a different type of frustration?” Ruellaine chuckled, toes brushing against Corvan’s groin as she withdrew her foot.
Corvan scrambled to his feet, more than a little embarrassed by the panthress’ obvious advance. He stood, glowering up at the woman who had humiliated him. Several new words Phamas’ books had taught him leapt to his mind. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shout at her; to call the woman every humiliating name he knew.
“You’re right.” Corvan muttered through clenched teeth.
Ruellaine looked surprised at the human’s response, her grin fading.
“My mind is elsewhere. I’m frustrated. And you’re…” Corvan began, staring the panther in the eyes. The rage boiled within him once more as the woman stared back, patiently awaiting Corvan’s response.
“…Frustrated with me. I can’t blame you for that. I’m sorry. There’s just a lot on my mind.” He admitted, shoulders sagging. As rapidly as the wrath had formed, it vanished, leaving the human with a heavy weight in his heart. Corvan turned away from Ruellaine, expecting to hear another scathing comment about his lack of commitment at any moment. And yet the panthress said nothing, letting Corvan trudge out of the courtyard. The human took the panthress’ silence as a victory, however small it seemed.
Corvan’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as he stormed down the hallway towards his room. This hadn’t been the first time he’d been sent to his room early, and he was sure it wasn’t going to be his last. As Corvan rounded the corner and slammed the door to his room open, he was stunned to find a familiar gryphon standing in the middle of the room.
“M-Montihak?” Corvan asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The gryphon turned around, one of Phamas’ texts gripped in his hand. The large bird was still adorned in his uniform, his armor caked in what Corvan could only assume to be dried blood.
“W-whose blood is that?” Corvan asked, staring up at Montihak intently.
“You speak Morneren well, Corvan.” The warrior stated, steering the conversation away from his attire.
“Yes, well… I have Phamas to thank for that.” Corvan replied, motioning towards the book in the gryphon’s palm.
“And thank him, you will. How goes your training with Rue?” Montihak asked, walking towards his armor stand. The bird already began unbuckling his pauldron by the time he reached the rack.
“I… It’s going fine.” Corvan lied, eyes locked on the deep rends that ripped through the sides of Montihak’s cuirass.
“Oh?” Montihak pressed, raising a brow in suspicion.
“She doesn’t seem to like me.” Corvan admitted, shrinking into himself.
Montihak let out a hearty chuckle as he dropped to one knee; fingers quickly working to loosen the straps of his grieves.
“That sounds like my Rue, alright. I hope she hasn’t been too rough on you.” Montihak said.
“Y-yeah.” Was all Corvan could muster, his mind returning to their ‘session’ this morning. The man’s shoulder was beginning to ache, as well.
Montihak fetched a fresh monta as he let his old loins drop to the floor. Corvan stiffened (in multiple places) as he watched the man wrap the new cloth around his waist. Unlike Corvan, who took minutes to tie his monta correctly, the gryphon did so effortlessly.
The almost-naked warrior looked back at Corvan, placing his hands on his hips. The bird smiled gently at Corvan, eyes travelling across the man’s body.
“You have grown, Corvan.” Montihak stated, stepping towards the smaller male.
Corvan glanced down at his own body. He had? The human had never really noticed. He pulled on the fabric of his fanulcrum, the stretchy material now taut against his figure.
“So I have…” Corvan spoke, trying not to pay too much attention to the advancing gryphon.
“Tell me, Corvan. What do you think of The Order? Of Talrithia?” Montihak asked, stopping in front of the human.
“I…” He began, mouth agape.
What did he think? After almost four months here, how did he really feel?
“I don’t know, sir.” Corvan said, shrinking away from the gryphon’s imposing form. “O-Or rather I don’t think I know enough to make a decision yet. I’ve never been out of The Order’s quarters, a-and I’ve never seen more than one or two members who are stationed here. I think I saw a fox once, b-but he turned the corner before I could-“
Montihak placed a paw on Corvan’s shoulder, silencing him.
“It seems your mouth runs a mile a minute, Corvan. Although I guess that has always been the case, hasn’t it?” Monty chuckled, patting Corvan lightly.
“I-I’m sorry. I talk fast when I get nervous.” Corvan admitted.
Montihak frowned, cocking his head slightly. “Why are you nervous, Corvan? You are among friends, here.”
Corvan frowned, his mind immediately jumping back to Ruellaine’s harping.
“Before you answer that, come with me. I think both of us could use a bath.” Montihak stated, walking past Corvan.
Corvan tried not to stare at the gryphon as the warrior disrobed once more. The monta fell to the cold stone silently before the warrior stepped into the illuminated waters. Montihak let out a deep sigh as the strange waters of the community bath lapped at his waist.
“Come join me, Corvan. The water is quite warm today.” Montihak stated, turning back towards the human.
Corvan’s heart pounded as he watched the same man who had fueled his wet dreams beckon him into the waters. Corvan nodded slowly, hands fumbling to remove his monta. The spindly fabric quickly joined montihak’s by the edge of the water.
Corvan placed one foot in the water before Montihak gestured for him to stop.
“Wait, Corvan. It is against customs to wear clothing, even a fanulcrum, in these waters. Strip.“ Montihak explained, the command in his voice sending shivers down Corvan’s spine.
Removing the fanulcrum in front of another person felt… wrong. The material had almost become a second skin to Corvan. The stretchy fabric took a bit of effort to pull off his form, but eventually Corvan freed himself from the material. The cool air of the bath house nipped at his exposed figure. It took little effort for Corvan to convince himself to join Montihak in the warm waters below.
“See? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Montihak stated, his voice echoing throughout the spacious bathhouse.
Corvan nodded, letting the almost-glowing water lap against his shoulders. Wherever the strange waters touched, Corvan could feel his muscle’s relax more and more.
“Why has Phamas not taught me of this place?” Corvan asked, turning back towards Montihak.
“I ordered him not to. You were only allowed to use the private facility in my quarters.” Montihak explained.
“Why? This water feels so… nice.” Corvan stated, closing his eyes.
“These waters are special. Some might go as far as to call them ‘sacred’. As such, we only pump them on special occasions.” Montihak explained, wading closer to Corvan.
“I can see why. They feel great.” Corvan stated, opening his eyes to find the gryphon kneeling in front of him.
“W-What are y-you…” Corvan began, perplexed by the intense stare that Montihak held him in.
“Do you know why I brought you to Talrithia, Corvan?” Montihak asked.
“B-Because you thought I had potential.” Corvan replied, mimicking the same words of his superiors.
Montihak shook his head, placing a hand on Corvan’s shoulder.
“You helped me defeat a powerful demon that day we met Corvan. Do you know why a demon could have been so far North?” Montihak asked.
Corvan thought for a moment and frowned. “I… I don’t know. The Northern Kingdom’s believe demon’s to be of myth and legend. I never-”
“It came for you, Corvan.” Montihak interrupted, pressing a paw lightly against Corvan’s chest.
“W-What? Why me?” Corvan stammered, heart beginning to race.
“Demons consume magic like we eat food. It is their driving force. When we received readings that a demon was heading north, we were confused. The Order believed that there had been no magic in the Northern Kingdoms for centuries. But we were wrong, Corvan.” Montihak said, his voice barely a whisper.
“So then…” Corvan began, mind reeling.
“I brought you here in order to keep you safe. To watch over you. Do you understand?” Montihak asked, bringing the paw placed against Corvan’s chest back up to the human’s shoulder.
“Y-Yes. No... Maybe. I-I don’t know what this means.” Corvan confessed, running a hand through his hair as he spoke.
“We don’t either, Corvan. But the Order has given you their word that they will do what they can to aid you in your search for an answer. We will train you how to fend for yourself. We will teach you of our culture. And we will show you how to wield that power within you.” Montihak stated, gripping Corvan’s shoulder.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” Corvan whispered, looking deep into Montihak’s eyes.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Montihak said, smiling.
Suddenly the warrior bird reached forward, wrapping both of his arms around Corvan. The motion caught him by surprise. It took the younger male a moment to realize what the other male was doing. Slowly, Corvan brought his own arms out of the water and gripped the other male tightly. The two stayed huddled together for minutes, the gryphon’s head resting atop Corvan’s.
The two found themselves wrapped in a similar position that night, their legs now tangled beneath the sheets of their bed. Corvan gripped the gryphon’s arms tightly as he tried to fall asleep. However slumber did not come easily for him that night. Corvan had never realized the effect Montihak’s scent had on him until that night. The human would find himself pressing his nose into the gryphon and inhaling deeply, his free hand pressed against the obvious bulge in his fanulcrum.
“You know sir, there’s an easier way to go about this.” Phamas pointed out, turning his head to get a look at the gryphon above him. The puma lay on a large blanket, legs splayed outwards beneath him. Every so often, the big cat would release a drawn out purr, causing Phamas to push his hips back against the gryphon behind him.
“What are you talking about?” Montihak grunted from above, inch after inch of his cock slowly sinking into the cougar. The gryphon began to pull out before sinking his length back into the moaning cat. He continued these motions, his thrusts growing more and more vigorous as the two built up a rhythm.
“You know… f-fuck r-right there… you know exactly what I’m talking about.” The puma grunted, arching his back against the gryphon’s thrusts. The cat’s cock bobbed against his stomach to the tempo of Montihak’s grunts.
“You come here almost every m-morning now, sir. We both know why. That h-human’s got you wound up t-tighter than a drum.” Phamas panted, tongue lolling from his maw. Montihak grunted, his hips moving faster now. Harder. The puma snarled as the gryphon’s cock thrummed deep within him.
“S-Sir!” Phamas cried out in pleasure, pre now dripping eagerly from his member.
Montihak pulled Phamas’ hips against him as he bucked, their grunts and moans filling the room. In time Monty’s thrusts grew sporadic. The warrior bird gripped Phamas tightly as he came, wings fanning out behind him. Phamas cried out as well, his hand gripped tightly around the head of his shaft as he came.
“I’ll handle it.” Montihak panted, slowly pulling out of the exhausted puma.
“You’d better. As much as I love these morning visits, sir, I’m starting to feel a little bit used.” Phamas grinned, rolling onto his back.
Montihak leaned forward, collecting a glob of cum that had pooled on the puma’s chest and placing it on the cougar’s tongue.
“I thought you liked being someone’s toy.” Montihak chuckled, watching the cat eagerly lap at his fingers.
Phamas licked his lips before smiling back at Monty. “Only on weekends, boss.”
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