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Another mug chugged down, the fresh and bitter liquid washing down his throat, as if it was some kind of purification medicine . Nothing better to make that stupid mind of yours shut up.

Viizka was at his usual tavern, not far away from the capital city. Many think that being so close to so-called “lawful civility” would be extremely dangerous, especially for a wanted criminal like him, but money is always money, and that flows towards cities.

The black wolf was lounging at his table, isolated from everyone,trying to attract as little attention as possible, although that seemed harder than expected, since he was still in full armor, with his crossbow on the ground and his axe lying next to him. Despite this, he didn't care if things turned violent. He fought, fights, and definitely will fight.

While staring at his empty mug, wondering if he should get another refill, a mysterious figure sat in front of him, without asking for any permission. It was a polar bear, huge in size. The armor he was wearing made him look even bigger than he already was. The sudden movement and ground shaking were startling for a second, and Viizka tried to remain composed as the bigger man looked at him with an inquisitory gaze. The criminal begged that the giant anthro in front of him wasn't some kind of central authority soldier, as he tried to ignore him indirectly, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This interesting way of avoidance made the stranger smirk in genuine amusement, prompting a quick response.

"You're right, it was rude on my behalf to not present myself. My name's Rol, private security for hire."

"...I'm not looking for any kind of security. I can fight for myself. Nor do I think I'm disturbing the peace. Am I?"

His eyes got narrower, challenging the other armored anthro. What did he want? Was he a spy, or was it over? The canine’s heart rhythm got faster and faster, uncertainty about his future was definitely something he feared the most. Yet, he couldn't have been more wrong.

The big bear laughed at his overkill reply, as he wasn't looking for any kind of trouble.

"Oh no, no! Nothing of that kind, Mr...?"

"Viizka."

"Hmm, man of a few words, aren't you? You're really intriguing, did anyone ever tell you that?"

"Many did. Many didn't come back alive when they put that to the test."

He tried to sound threatening, though his newly acquired „friend“ wasn't really buying into it.

The polar bear chuckled.

“I bet they didn't, Viizka. But this wasn't the reason I sat here. The tavern owner told me you were looking for work, right?"

The wolf's ears perked up at the mention of work. Being an outlaw meant money was indeed tight. He had to do anything to survive.

"A job offer. Let's listen then. If you need someone killed, I assure the fees ain't low. Someone already hired me to liquidate the finance minister. Let's say it...didn't go well" Viizka said, while pointing at his scar.

"Or do you want to scare someone off? Private security always needs an extra hand with the drunkards."

The canine bandit became really chatty really quick, yet the guard just sat there shaking his head in slight embarrassment, as all of the guesses were straight up wrong.

"Oh no,no! No need to kill anyone...my request was a bit...different, frankly."

"...what are we talking about then? I'm confused."

"Well, how do I put it...have you ever...like…sold yourself?"

"...yeah, like, to offer a service? Like the things I mentioned before? Obviously."

The bear, at that point, lost his patience, and just laid a purse full of coins onto the table.

"I mean prostitution. I pay up, you let me fuck you. Straight and simple."

The black wolf was dumbfounded and really couldn't believe his ears and eyes. Was he really...asking for sex in exchange for money? No such thing ever happened to him, and a storm of feelings hit like few things on this earth. Pride, firstly,as he never thought he'd be that much attractive to someone, but also embarrassment, maybe even a bit of disgust, to think that he could literally do anything for some coins. After pondering on Rol's proposition, Viizka shook his head.

"Uhm, I do not really do that. I apologize."

"You gotta be kidding me! I'm paying good for the service. This is legitimately what I earn in two weeks of uninterrupted guard duty. I won't insist then."

Fuck, that sounds like a real lot of money, he thought to himself. He could avoid running away for some months, have all the alcohol he needed, and more.

The canine wasn't the horny type, perhaps even the Gods forgot the last time since he had a good fuck with someone else. The idea couldn't stop pervading his head, not only did someone want to pay him for sex, he also wanted to pay a large sum. His internal sexual drive wasn't helping either- the wolf mostly had it with women, although he couldn't deny it had been legitimately too much time since he last laid with a man, and it would probably be the first time with one withholding so much prowess.

"...fine, I can make an exception. This is too much for me to refuse. I'm accepting just because I'm desperate."

"Yeah, they always say this, then they come back and ask for more, without me even having to spend anything. See you in an hour, pup, my room is the second one on the left, I need to relax and get ready first."

Rol then gave a light, domineering slap on the bandit’s cheek, while leaving his purse on the table, so cocky he knew the wolf would come into his room anyways without running away with the loot.

Viizka was definitely a difficult type, but that kind of man managed to crack his code. That small, affectionate slap made him feel weird, powerless yet powerful, and definitely excited, as his boner was starting to poke a bit against his undergarments. He could not stop thinking…how did this curious guard charm him to such a degree?

Some time passed, and after digesting what he just got himself into, Viizka knocked on the polar bear's room. Some seconds passed, feeling like an eternity, Rol opened the door, wearing just some pants and nothing else. His frame was...huge, to say the least. A perfect balance of muscles and body fat. The smaller anthro had never seen someone like that, and he was immediately attracted by the uniqueness of it.

"Come in. If you're hungry I left something to eat.”

As the wolf walked inside the room, he left his weapons by the entrance, wasting no time to understand what the ursine wanted.

"So. What do you want me to do? Time is money as they say"

"The reason I paid so much is because I want to be inside you. I'm actually not from here, but I heard it's dishonorable for a man to let himself get fucked by another man. Not the same from where I come from"

"I personally don't give a shit. It's a stupid rule which commoners don't really follow, unless you plan on climbing the social ladder. Good luck with that though. Oh, your seivanese is perfect. I really couldn't tell that you came from abroad."

"Thanks pup. Studying works then, glad I haven't wasted any time."

Rol then gently grabbed Viizka's long, scar-riddened muzzle, while still unused to this level of submission in relation to another man, his heart pounding more and more as he got more comfortable in his new position, though not being used to it didn't mean he wasn't liking it.

The ursine anthro then proceeded to lie down onto his huge bed, relaxing as he was getting acclimated to the wolf being so eager to obey him.

"How about you give me a little show? Take off your armor and everything else here ,in front of me."

Viizka then nodded shyly, despite the teasing and tension between the two. He slowly took off his armor, revealing himself bit by bit, all while Rol was touching himself in the meantime.

"I've never been with any of your type. Dogs, foxes...you know what I mean. Though I have to say, I always wanted to. There's something attractive about you all. Especially about you. Your black fur, sharp teeth, long muzzle, your...avoidant attitude...just makes me want you more. The tavern owner saw I was ogling at you and mentioned you were always looking for work, and that gave me an idea, and here we are. You were absolutely worth the good money I spent."

The wolf was nearly naked, his broad shoulders and muscular legs uncovered to the predatory eyes of the bear. He tried answering the provocations, though there was something about it which just made him shut up completely. As the final undergarments went down, he was now fully naked in front of his newly found client.

"Hope you like this."

"Of course I do, you have a beautiful body. They should really use you as a reference for sculptures. Back in my homeland you'd have so many artists asking to pose for them."

"Thanks, I guess."

Viizka's body started giving up to the rising tensions, his tail was starting to wag at the compliments he just received.

"Oh, that's adorable. I read somewhere that you do that when you're happy and excited, you all are really very fun to play with. Anyways, it would be unfair if I left you standing naked alone. Let me fix that"

Rol quickly drops his pants, revealing his package in one quick swoop.

"Your genitals aren't different from ours, from what I see. But your balls are definitely bigger"

"These? Hope you like them. The Gods bestowed me so much fertility with these, so you're right"

The bear said while holding his balls, flexing their size to the smaller wolf.

"Now, enough talk, I'm getting impatient. Please just bend over slightly over the table there. I'll do the rest."

He obliged, resting his arms on the desk while slightly arching his back, bending over, exposing himself this much of his backside to someone for the first time in a long while. The massive anthro moved closer to him, still surprised about all the stiffness in everything, from speech to movement.

"Still silent huh? This should make you open up"

Viizka chuckled to the ursine’s provocations as he didn't think too much about his words, until he felt his tail being lifted up and a sensation of warmth and wetness pervading his entrance. Rol started eating out the wolf's ass with his powerful tongue, making pressure against it, teasing every inch of it, trying to break and tame the brooding bandit. His legs were shaking, his silence got replaced by whimpers, his dick went from being completely sheathed to a throbbing boner in mere seconds. The guard was getting more and more inside the canine’s ass, exploring every inch of his rectum with his skilled tongue, while massaging his balls, making him even needier by the instant.

"Ahhh...ahhh fuck...May the Gods spare me...what is this…AHHHH… fe-eling…"

Were the only discernible words he could let out, as the rest was just whines. The rimming session continued for some time, as the polar bear wanted to play with his prey before he could break him completely. Whimpers became loud moans, a tongue cutely sticking out his maw as the canine slowly melted away in a state of total ecstasy, his dick leaking pre everywhere, arching his back as much as he could, signaling how much he wanted the tongue to go deeper inside. The wolf was extremely close, completely unaware of how that was a possible route for climax, at least before meeting Rol: never had he felt this vulnerable, so exposed and submitted, always protected by thick layers of armor and social avoidance, now he was naked, with a stranger deep in his ass, yelping and needy for more.

"Mmmh, your ass is tasty. From what I've heard, I did a good job, did I?"

The ursine boasted his skills, while patting the bandit’s muscular glutes with his massive hands. The wolf couldn't do much but gasp for air, in a weird state of pleasure and confusion.

"First time seeing your species' cock. It's particular. I like it."

Rol gently handled his companion’s cock, curiosity taking over the moment of heat between the two.

"I'm glad you find it interesting."

Viizka said coldly again, recovering from everything that he went through. In spite of their size, Rol's paws were adept, playing and gently stroking the erected length of his sexual partner, feeling the tip and knot, his interest having the better over him again.

"I'm sensitive there."

"I imagined, something just makes that part scream „touch me, I'm sensitive!“ Here, take a look at mine."

He then guided his partner’s paw towards his penis, which at that point was also completely hard. Both sat down on the ground, the wolf’s paw handling the client’s penis as he requested.

"Interesting shape. It's really…long. I've also never seen something like it."

He analysed the bear's member as if he was studying it, not knowing what to do, inhibited again due to his low social skills.

"Your confusion is fascinating. I want you to do whatever you want with it. Preferably something that pleases of course, like, remember that I paid you."

Viizka never had so much freedom of choice in his paws, quite literally, not knowing what to do with his client's erected member.

"'Come on, I'm waiting."

The bandit decided to not overthink it, and let his instincts take over. His paw started giving gentle strikes to the guard's penis, jerking it with care, as someone who knew how to treat others.

Rol growled in pleasure, enjoying every bit of the careful handjob he was getting.

"You're really good at this. Don't stop"

Viizka nodded, always avoiding direct eye contact, however, this time the guard's gaze was too magnetic, their eyes locked completely, 1000 words were exchanged with nothing being uttered. The two just stared at each other while the bandit was working with the length of his client, feeling like their souls were making out during that magical moment. As the air was filling up with musk and pheromones, the canine’s senses couldn't ignore that. He was used to the ones of his species, yet the exotic smell that was filling up his lungs, feeling like he needed more and it was never enough. He interrupted the wanking session so he could stick his nose between the polar bear's legs, sniffing every inch of his pungent being, his tail betraying him again, making a thumping sound as it hit the wooden floor.

"Someone is overcoming their shyness I see, finally some initiative.Is this something you do in the archipelago, or is it a wolf thing? Doesn't really matter, keep it up. I'm loving all of this attention from the mystery bandit wolf who couldn't even start a conversation at a tavern. And look at you now. Between my legs, asking for more. How cute. I'm definitely going to visit a lupine prostitute again."

But Viizka was too concentrated on his long suppressed feelings to care about what Rol was yapping about. The obsession with his smell translated the sniffs into licks, his tongue going around his balls, cock, up and down, left and right, in a near act of worship.

"Fuck...don't stop pup. That's amazing."

As the canine was too busy with the powerful scent, the polar bear sucked his finger, as he knew it was the moment to prepare his companion’s hole. The guard’s enormous, wet finger started massaging the entrance, sliding down when he knew it wasn't going to hurt. The pressure on such a sensitive spot just made his tail wag more, the once recollected wolf was completely overwhelmed by pleasure again, begging to be completely tamed by the more experienced partner.

"Forgot how tight you were. This is gonna be fun."-

Rol said, all while Viizka's licks became even needier suckings, completely mesmerized by his scent which was emanating from him.

This was the breaking point.

The bear started grinding his teeth, the pleasure was becoming too much to ignore. Feeling close, he decided to take matters into his own hand.

"Ok you had your fun, wolf. Now it's my turn again."

Without adding much, he stood up, picking up with ease his smaller partner. Viizka was in complete shambles, unaware of someone even being so strong to pick him up, all of this while his legs were dangling from above and feeling something gripping his thighs, while he couldn't see where his client was.

"I'm here, if you were asking."

Rol gently put his head onto the bandit’s shoulder. The stand and carry position left him powerless again, completely depending on the bear's movement and urges. Something was starting to poke his hole, and it was clear what it was.

"Here it comes. You had your fun. Now the real deal begins."

Not even the time to reply, and he could feel getting slowly impaled by his companion’s cock. Viizka stiffened his body,whimpering with every inch getting inside him. The wolf was at his most vulnerable he ever was: he tried to escape, protect himself from others, to not have any kind of intimacy with anyone. The facade couldn't hold on forever. He was still a living creature with needs, urges, and feelings.

"Breathe. There's no need to stiffen right now. Let go, and trust me. That it'll be easier."

Obeying others wasn't his strength, however, he couldn't help himself but welcome the words of his partner, his body relaxing after these tender words were mentioned.

"There. Easy. It's gonna be amazing."

The elongated ursine dick slid in with ease despite the shaft getting larger and larger, yet that didn’t matter, as all that the black canine wanted was to have that bear completely inside of him.

When the guard was finally balls deep, the thrusting began, stimulating every inch of the bandit's insides. Whimpers became moans again, this time coordinating themselves with his partner's same moans. The pleasure was getting more and more pervasive, body and mind focused on the sensation of pure bliss every pound the wolf received. Gasping for air made his tongue stick out again, his dick bounced up and down, his toes curling and twitching from the enjoyment matched every feeling.

"I'm yours."

Were the only words he managed to utter. Rol was already feeling fatigued from all the physical work, doubting if he could even keep it up anymore, and unsurprisingly, Viizka's words reinvigorated him.

The position changed as the ursine moved towards the bed, nearly dropping onto the wolf: from a stand and carry to a half-doggy style on the bed. While definitely helping guard, making all the pounding easier, our protagonist screamed in pleasure, loudly, as the length of the member and the weight of the bear pushing down onto him was the final straw. His claws were gripping and digging inside the bedsheets, the final climax getting closer and closer.

"Inside."

Were the only thing he managed to let out.

And he didn't disappoint. As he couldn't hold himself back any longer, a river of warmth filled the canine's insides, so much that his hole started leaking before pulling out. At the same time, Viizka gave up, his prostate pulsating like never, making his cock splurge all the warm white liquid onto the bedsheets. The two anthros collapsed, gasping for air, as their mating ritual was officially over.

"This...this was amazing. I'd tip you if I had something else remaining. I'd also love to sleep with you here but the bed is already small enough, and tomorrow I gotta wake up early for guard duty. So I have to ask you to leave, but we can meet up tomorrow morning. If you need to clean up, there's a small tub there. You can fill it with water. I'll rest in the meantime."

"Uhm...yeah, I agree. This was... amazing indeed. No problem about leaving. I have a camp next by anyways. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Post nut clarity had won him over, becoming cold and distant once again. The bear chuckled, otherwise too tired to give a cheeky comment on the return of Viizka's distance. The canine headed towards the tub, cleaning every inch of his fur, all while Rol continued to have his hungry eyes on him. After he was finished with the cleaning, and with his armor back on, the wolf noticed that the ursine fell asleep while he was cleaning himself. He gave a genuine smile to the sleeping guard, and headed outside the tavern.

While inside his tent, he laid down onto his makeshift bed, craving everything that happened during that evening. The passion, the pleasure, the care... being wanted by someone. It was addicting. Betrayed by his feelings, he forgot why he always had avoided this level of attachment.Thing he would realize the next morning.

After oversleeping due to the restless night, the black-furred bandit had only one thought: to talk again with the guard. He entered the tavern, approaching the owner who was serving lunch to the guests.

"Hey, so...you have any idea where the polar bear went? Rol?"

"Ahhh Rol! He's a sweetheart ain't he? Knew he'd treat you well. You got really lucky with him. Not everyone treats a prostitute like that."

Viizka stayed silent. His face armor hiding the embarrassed face. Not that the tavern owner was wrong. He just didn't expect him to know...this much.

"I have bad news, sadly. He had to leave this morning as he found another person in need of protection. One of these...plantation owners. Slaves getting uppity, you know."

The wolf frowned. He felt like he fell for it again. Liking someone who couldn't come back. He felt emboldened to close himself up even more after this, until the owner got something out of his pocket.

"He left you this though. Hope that you can read, can you?"

"I used to be a courier. Of course I can."

"Well this settles it then. Enjoy the letter."

He handed over the letter from his ursine companion, excited from what the content could be.

The bandit got back to his camp, sitting down by a tree, the fresh morning air blowing through his fur as he took his helmet off so he could read better. He then opened the letter, which stated:

„Viizka

Thank you for this incredible night. You don't know how honored I feel to be your first client, if you know what I mean. Maybe in another life we could've had so much time together, but not in this one. I know about your life. I can't risk being too close. The seivanese authorities are onto you, and I can't do much apart from flagging it here on this letter. A bounty hunter I know is gonna visit the tavern these days,leave immediately.

I hope I was useful. If we ever meet again, rest assured that I'll buy you to drink. But only if you visit my room like you did last night.

I wish you the best.

Yours truly,

Rol.“

The wolf couldn't do much but shed a small tear as he read the final words of the letter. The bittersweet feeling was too much to handle for him. He couldn't accept it, despite the bear’s actions being completely rational and understandable, yet he couldn't think of how unfair it was. Nevertheless, he remembered that it was the casualty and injustice of the world which shaped him, remembering his past and everything that happened. He needed to be like a tree: strong, grounded, and especially flexible. He could be shook, bended, nearly ripped from the ground, but he would never snap into pieces.

After having recognized these feelings, he quickly recollected himself, packed up everything he needed and, stone cold, headed towards his next unknown destination. With the promise of not giving up his guard again.

Hopefully.