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Claws on my heart Ch 8

Heimal did not wake again as I pulled us along. The path made the journey easy as I come to a cleared section of glass. In the middle there is an altar carved directly out of the glass. I stop the cart next to it and pull Heimal's unconscious body on top. I get my things and start the ritual. I take a hold of Heimal's wrist and cut it long ways up his arm. His blood poured freely as I placed a bowl under the stream collecting his life essence. I moved the cart out of the way and filled a couple bowls. I dipped two fingers into his blood and began drawing complex runes. My hands were still my own, this was my doing. By the time I had finished there was a rather intricate circle around the altar and I felt some sort of pull toward them. The next thing I needed to do is open his chest. I debate what tool would be the best for this, I had never thought about prying a man's chest open literally. With a heavy heart and a heavier hand I pick up the rock I was carrying and walk over to him.

I hold it steady with both hands, he was still out cold. I get on the altar with him sitting on his lap as I bring the rock above my head. I hesitate, this was brutal. I have come so far, there was no turning back now. I just hold the rock above my head as my arms tremble. He starts to regain consciousness, but he has lost a lot of blood. His eyes slowly find me on top of him, his voice is weak and hoarse. “Daniel, no .. please … I don't want to die. Why are you doing this?"

He looks to his arm, and sees why he feels so weak, I had bled him. The bleeding had stopped a little bit ago, but he gets angry, “You low born piece of trash. Do you have … any idea what you've done? My father will burn you and that mongrel alive. Let me go now and I might spare you."

I stifle a sob and steel myself, bringing the rock down hard against the altar next to his head. I couldn't do it. I lift it back up and try again, Heimal is too weak to resist at this point. My hesitation to end his life is only prolonging his suffering, the blow to the altar is making his whole body shake. “I'm sorry … please.. I'll give you anything. Money? I'll be your pet, slave, anything please just not this."

I see him try to move, but he can barely lift his head up. All he could really do was lay there and wait for the end. His head wound has stopped bleeding at this point but I can sill make out the two dents where I struck him, I felt like shit. “Heimal, I'm sorry. I'm weak I can't do it. But you have to die, I have to kill you." I try again, missing on purpose the second time. The resounding thud of rock on glass shakes us both to the core. The fear in his eyes as they look up at me, the betrayal. His gaze dug deep into my soul carving out the lines of a traitor.

He shuts his eyes and starts to beg. “No no no please no. This isn't happening right now. My Daniel wouldn't do this, this must just be a nightmare. I'm asleep and I'm about to wake up."

I place the rock on his chest, directly on his sternum. He feels the weight as I pick it back up and lift it over my head again. “This is real, I'm sorry. I have no choice, if I don't do it someone else will. They won't be as nice about it." I can see the primal fear in his eyes, a man facing his death at such a young age.

He starts to sob and cry out with what little strength he has left. “Heeeeelp, someone, anyone?" Only silence surrounds us as I let him call out, there was nobody here but us. A couple of tears roll down the side of his face. I feel something warm under me, he was pissing himself. “Mommy, daddy, please, save me, I'm not ready to die." I let him cry still holding the rock above my head. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to finish this quickly. My arms get tired and I rest the rock on his chest again. We're just staring into each other's eyes as he cries for a few minutes. Eventually he stops and composes himself. “Daniel, do you love me too?"

His words are like daggers, but this was the least I could do. “At first I didn't, but the time we spent together was enjoyable. Love, no. I just really really like you. I gave my heart to another, but I still need yours." I pick up the rock again holding it over him. He looks at me with sad eyes.

“You said you have no choice. It's okay Daniel, I believe you and I forgive you. Just tell me one thing, if you already have his heart, why do you need mine?"

Now I'm the one starting to tremble and shake, my thoughts thrash around violently, I want to tell him. My friend is nowhere to be found, and I find that I can move my lips freely. “Because, you're perfect. I have a friend living inside me, he's going to turn me into a wolf, and I need to kill you to do that. Your death will not be in vain. Rejoice, for the way is open." I'm not entirely sure those words were all mine. But I find my conviction letting out a scream at the top of my lungs and bring the rock down on his skull with all my might. I watch him close his eyes and with a sickening crack the last bit of his blood splatters around me. He is still, forever now, I have killed him. Picking the rock back up I pry it from his broken head, I do my best not to look. Where once was a handsome muzzle now there was nothing but gore. I lift the rock high above my head and bring it down on his chest with all my might. A resounding crack as bones break, I do it again, more cracks as bone shatters. Once more for good measure, I feel his body give way becoming soft instead of rigid. I pull out my knife, and cut his chest down the middle. I see the carnage I have wrought, his chest cavity was a mess of bruised flesh and broken bone. Sticking my fingers into his still warm body I hook my hands under each side of his rib cage and begin to pull it apart. His bones were strong, but so are my arms. They bend and start to give way, with a slew of more sickening cracks and pops his chest tears open spraying me with crimson. There lies his still heart, beating no longer.

Now began the consecration. I stay on the altar and strip the last of my clothes off, forever stained with blood and shame. I pick up one of the bowls, it was still warm as I dump the contents over my head making sure to cover most of my body in it. I repeat this with the other bowls, until I was absolutely drenched in blood. I looked like an insane person, probably because I was. I can feel something behind me, a looming presence. I turn to look and there it is, the moon is beating down on me with a bright red light almost as if rejoicing in my sin.

Gravity seems to become stronger, I feel the runes pull at my body trying to force me down. I stare at Heimal's heart, just lying in his chest still. I grab it with both arms and pull, the thing doesn't want to come out. His heart was not mine to take, but I keep pulling and the veins holding it start to break. With a disgusting wet tearing sound I pry it out of his chest. It's still warm as I hold it in my hands. The moonlight intensifies, I can feel it burning the skin on my back. The night becomes brighter, illuminated in blood red light. I can see myself a little more clearly, how I'm coated in blood holding the literal heart of a wolf in my hands. I bring it up to my lips, open my mouth, and sink my teeth into it. The flesh tastes coppery, metallic, wrong, I almost puke from the act. I pull my teeth out leaving deep marks where I had bit into it, coughing and heaving. I breathe hard a few times now knowing what it felt like. I try again, sinking my teeth into the same spot as I bite out a chunk and chew as little as possible, just forcing it down my throat as I swallow.

Nothing happens. I continue to eat more, bite after bite. I'm about halfway done when the moonlight on my back starts to intensify into a burning sensation. It hurts, but I press on. I keep eating, choking down the abused flesh. The pull of the runes becomes stronger, more malevolent. I see that they too start to emit a red light. I stuff the last of his heart into my mouth and chew, then swallow with a loud gulp.

My friend speaks freely to me now, for the first time in ages. “REJOICE, THE WAY IS OPEN." His voice is loud and booming, coming from all around me. The light on my back feels like it intensifies more, like someone was holding a lit torch to my skin. Now I'm the one that starts to scream, it's all I can do as the sensation spreads to the rest of my body. Then down into my flesh, my bones, my very soul. I keep screaming as I feel every single bone in my body start to break at the same time. It was agonizing, and I beg for it to stop. “PLEASE, NO MORE. IT HURTS."

The runes on the ground burn with a red intensity, their light spreads across the black glass illuminating it. They pull me down, but my friend is here now. With me, reshaping me. “This is what you wanted, this is the price."

My flesh begins to tear open as my bones are broken and rearranged all at once, blood leaks from my broken body. The wounds heal just as quickly as they appear. My arms and legs are lengthening as all of my hair starts to fall out. The sickening cracks and pops my body is producing are drowned out by my screams of agony. My flesh is on fire, every bone is being broken. I fall flat onto Heimal no longer able to hold myself upright, my convulsing body resting in his chest cavity. My teeth fall and I manage to spit them out. Even my skull is being torn to shreds as I watch my jaw force itself outwards. My voice no longer works, only pained sobs and groans as I cough up blood. The pain only gets worse, my flesh continues to be torn only to be sealed back up a moment later. My vision starts to blur as my eyeballs feel like they're being crushed, I watch as my fingernails fall off only to be replaced by claws as they forced their way out of my flesh. My arms were long and lanky, my muscles start to conform to the new bone, adding on more layers of meat as my flesh multiplied. The tail is the worst by far, each new segment of bone forces it's way out of my flesh as it grows inside me.

The pain was indescribable, tears flowed freely from my changing eyes as I writhed on the corpse of my murdered friend. My skin still burns as I watch spots of black fur blossom all over it. My vision goes black as I'm literally blinded by the pain. My skin starts to tighten, pulling my ears more on top of my head as it tears and heals repeatedly. My bones have ceased to break, now set in their new position. My gut and chest feel like the inside of a forge as my flesh continues to writhe inside me. Changing shape and form, I vomit up more blood. My vision slowly returns to me as the pressure on my eyes fades, I'm met with reality. I was covered in midnight black fur, my hands had become paws, I had a sheath between my legs. I was bigger, stronger, better. The pain starts to fade away and I am left panting for dear life getting used to my now real and new body. My fur is drenched in Heimal's blood as I pull myself together and sit up. I look at the ground, the runes have lost their pull and power. I place my new padded foot on the ground, it felt right as I put weight on it. I swing my other leg around and stand up straight. I was much taller now. Flexing my arms my muscles bulge with power. I touch my face, I could feel my new sharp teeth jutting out of my gums. My muzzle was thick and strong, the ears on top of my head were pointy and soft. I call out to him “Where are you friend?"

His voice pierces my skull “Make me whole." another retching feeling starts in my gut. Something was trying to force it's way out of me. I can't control my legs as I'm made to walk over to Heimal's corpse. My maw hangs open over his chest cavity. My gut heaves and retches and I puke up a thick and viscous black liquid. I keep heaving, throwing up more of the putrid stuff. It tasted disgusting on my new long tongue, like if you had dragged a rag through shit, piss, blood, and puke and tasted that mixture. Everything I puked up was going directly into Heimal's corpse whenever I thought it was over, more would come. I got in a ragged breath whenever I could, but the next wave of nausea would take me. I'm not sure how long it lasted but eventually it stopped, and I braced myself on the altar catching my breath. The black liquid soaked into the corpse, and I watched in absolute horror as the flesh started to mend itself.

His heart did not grow back, but his ribcage closed up, his head began to reshape itself into his image. The wounds sealed themselves, dried blood disappearing from the white fur. I watched in disgust as the flesh reformed to make two glowing red eyes that stared back at me, and it was his voice made flesh. “You did well Daniel, that was the most fun I have had in such a long time. You truly have no idea how much fun this has been with you. The perfect vessel to carry both of our souls to this very moment."

I'm staring at him in shock, here he was just like in the dream. I move my muzzle to make words and find they come naturally to me now. “What are we?"

I can feel it, I'm different. Something about this body, my soul is different. I feel power, not physical strength but real power, enough to change the world. He gets up off the altar and takes my face in his paws. “So perceptive, you were always like that. You can feel it can't you? In order to keep my promise, I had to reshape you. The only shape that I know by heart is my own. You're like me now, but you're only a sapling and I am a great grandfather tree."

I could feel it in his touch, he wasn't mortal and neither was I anymore. “I can feel it, your presence is… overwhelming. I know you won't answer but I have to ask. How did one such as you manage to die so poorly?" I could feel it, the knowledge. All I needed was one look at someone, even him and I could see their whole life in front of me. He had died in a pitiful display, a mithril spear was unaffected by our power and that spear ran him through piercing his very soul.

The most painful smile I have ever seen forms on his muzzle, it is so strong his lips begin to tear and bleed. “Daniel, you surprise me. You've just been reborn and already you can use my gifts. Seeing will only do you so much, I can teach you about yourself. Take my paw, and I will show you what our future could be together."

I don't think about it, I just take his paw in mine. A twisted vision of the future lies before me. Our red eyes gaze out across the land, the people bow. I can have whoever I want to pleasure my flesh. We are revered and worshiped like we should have been all that time ago. My body is entwined with his in indescribable pleasure. Endless bounties of food surround me, some of it human, wolf, cat, and others. There is only one thing missing, Killian is not there.

I break our connection and his maniacal stare is fixated on me. “Join me, on my own I could not accomplish what I set out to do all those years ago. Together, we would be unstoppable. Worshipers at our feet, the world united under one banner. I have had nothing but time to think about it, and now is time for action."

He holds out his paw to me again, another deal it looked like. I look at the red moon hanging in the sky, illuminating the land in a deep red hue. I look back to him one last time, peering into his soul. “No."

His face turns sour, I had felt his hands on the deepest depths of my core. He tried to reshape my soul, but it was not his to take. My heart and soul belonged to Killian, and I know what this beast wanted to do. “What do you mean no?"

I relax my paw and use my claws for the first time, swiping at his throat tearing it out easily. I flick the torn flesh off my claws onto the ground. He does not move as he stands there gushing blood from his torn out throat. I watch as the flesh heals and the blood retreats, sealing the wound like nothing ever happened. “We both know you can't kill me."

I correct him “Not yet, Draegor."

He starts to laugh “You know, I could kill you right here right now. There is nobody here to save you, I can crush you with a simple wave of my paw."

I sigh “We both know you won't do that Draegor, the way you look at me now. You see the raw potential flowing through my veins, and the question is burning on the tip of our tongues for neither of us knows the answer. What can I do with this power?"

If anything, he looks more insane by the minute “You're right, so so right. How does it feel, to have the truth at the tips of your fingers? No more guessing."

“I love it Draegor, I absolutely love it. The one thing I don't love is you, I felt those disgusting paws on my soul, you tried to reshape me. My heart and soul belong to another, even with all that power, you are weak compared to the love I share with that man."

His mouth starts to froth “I haven't heard that name spoken out loud in centuries. Daniel is a human name, we should pick a new one for you."

“Trying to change the subject? Fine by me, I've already picked out my new name. Can you tell what it is?"

Our eyes meet, the world seemingly turning redder by the second. “Pluto."

I smile wickedly “Yes, I can feel it right now. I'm going to kill you Draegor. We both know where the spear is, this time there will be no escape. I will tear you asunder and consume you. Through me I will finish what you started, they will all bow and believe. They never believed in you, for you wielded fear. They will learn to love me, and truly believe."

He's sick, I watch as he touches himself. Hearing my words made his cock poke out of his sheath. “Like you've said before, you're going to have to catch me first." He takes off in a sprint, not even trying to avoid the jagged ground as it slices his flesh. The wounds simply heal and he keeps on going at top speed. I do not give chase, he was going to have some fun and leave an easy trail to follow. Neither of us could truly die, not yet anyway. Things didn't go exactly as Draegor wanted, but through me his vision would be made manifest. I would keep the promise I made to Killian, the planet will become a place where he could sleep peacefully with me and not have a care in the world.

I would have to burn half of it to the ground to make it so, but such is the price they must pay. For all the beaten and bloodied sons and daughters who dared to fall in love with the wrong person. You will have vengeance. For all the torturous vile depravity etched into their flesh while they yet lived. You will have vengeance. It comes too late for some but when I am done, we shall all know peace.

I look at the scene around me, nothing but bloody carnage as I stand there naked caked in Heimal's dried blood. I let out a huff and gather all my things, loading them into the cart. I look at the bloody rock I used in shame, Heimal didn't even have a body left to bury. It tore me apart inside, at least I know his soul was spared but his body is forever defiled. There is no way for me to clean up this mess, so I just leave it there and start walking back the way I came dragging the cart behind me. I just keep walking, eventually leaving the fields of glass and returning to the scene of the crime. I gather the leather bindings, Heimal's clothes, turn over the dirt and plants that were stained with blood. Tossing any of my remaining belongings into the cart as well, I notice a couple of blood stains on the wood. I'd have to burn everything that I smelled Heimal on, I will have to make it up to the world for my sin later.

The little fire I had started earlier in the night was still smoking, I toss a few leaves and stoke the flames, adding on sticks then branches until I had a roaring blaze. I notice something odd, the fire isn't hot. I stick my paw in the flames, I do not burn it only feels warm. I keep adding more wood until I have a real pyre going. I step into the flames letting them cleanse me. The blood staining my fur and skin sizzles and burns away leaving nothing but ash as it falls off. I am completely cleaned by the fire's kiss. Next, I managed to salvage most of my things after a smell test, no blood just my scent. It hurts to watch as I roll the cart onto the fire consigning everything to the flame. In a split second decision I snatch Heimal's clothes before they could burn. These were not bloody but still smelled like him. They weren't expensive either, just something you would wear if you knew they would get dirty. I put them on, and they fit my new body nicely. The moon ceases its red glow slowly turning back to normal as I make the journey back to the city dressed in a dead man's clothes. With all of my belongings on my back and spear in hand for better or for worse, it was done.

I feel the newfound power in my legs and decide to test them out, I start out with a jog, then a sprint, and then I drop to all fours gliding across the ground gracefully. I don't know how fast I'm going only that the landscape begins to blur as I run past it. The feeling is a rush, intoxicating it felt better than I ever could have imagined. I push my body harder, I go faster still yet I do not tire, I barely need to breathe. I see the city gates come into view, I dig my claws into the ground and bring myself to a screeching halt. The moon is fading as the sun is beginning to rise. I walk up confidently to the gate, the guards see my red eyes and nearly piss themselves. “Stop you cursed beast, we don't need anyone like you around this fine city. Go back to whatever hell spawned you."

I look down at my black fur, all I saw was pure beauty, these two gray wolves would never understand it like me. I look to the guard on my right who yelled at me, he was an old fool. “Funny, your name is Klein. Do you know what I like about you Klein? The way you treat your mate. Every day you bring her gifts to ease the pain in her heart. You don't blame yourself, but every child you conceive with her never comes out white. You've blamed her all this time when in reality, the fault is yours. We both know, any other wolf would do the trick even one such as me."

He draws his sword, it was heavy and made of iron. He swings it at me with an intent to kill, I catch it with my bare paw as the blade cuts me deeply. It hurts like hell, but not nearly as bad as the suffering I just endured. I feel the blade touch my bone and go no further as I start to press it back, overpowering him as the blade touches his neck. The other guard looks like he's about to go call for help when I stop him in his tracks.

“Her name was Hannah, you couldn't stop yourself. She was so young too everyone assumed she had gotten lost in the wilderness. But we both know where you buried her under that ring of trees, your claw marks are still on her bones. They would match, all I would have to do is talk."

Both of their eyes go wide, I release the blade from the older wolf's throat as I was pressing it there. I let him watch as my wound heals in front of his face, I bring a finger to my lips “Shhh."

I place them both at their stations again. “Today is a good day men, your secrets are safe with me." They don't fight me as I walk inside the city. There isn't much activity yet being so early still, I take in a deep breath and smell what Killian smelled all those days ago. Funny, it smelled worse than I remembered. Making my way down to the inn I can pick out his scent, Killian was still here. I silently make my way up to our room, unlocking the door and heading inside I put my pack down on the floor next to his and take a good long look at the mithril spear. I touch it, it feels cold and weightless like it always did. Nobody knew the real value of this weapon but me and Draegor.

I look at Killian's drunk sleeping form in bed still dressed in finery. Now that I'm here I have no idea what to say to him, what would he believe? I look at the clothes that I'm wearing and know they need to go as soon as possible. With a heavy sigh I rummage through Killian's pack and fish out his waterskin, waiting for him to wake up. I sit on the ground beside him, just waiting with my thoughts and what to say. One thing bothered me a bit, when I looked at him I couldn't see his whole life playing out in front of me.

The sun rises and shines on his closed eyes, making my man stir and grumble as he wakes up. I hear him complain “Ohhh fuck me. My fucking head."

I place the waterskin in front of him, he blinks a few times and takes a good long chug. “Thanks pup, we drank way too much didn't we?"

I hadn't realized it until now but my voice was vastly different. The new baritone notes leave my lips “That we did love."

His ears perk up immediately as he slowly turns to face me. When our eyes meet his dart over to the spears. I tell him once in a commanding tone, “Don't, you'll regret it."

He doesn't recognize the new me at all, but I see a small glimmer of recognition when I called him love. I get up and stand before him, looking into his beautiful golden eyes. “It might be hard to believe, but it's me, Daniel. Your mate."

He rubs his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. I watch as he readies to spring into action, moving between him and his weapon. “What did you do with him?"

I let out a tired sigh, I hadn't thought this through. “I am him, ask me anything love I will prove it."

He snarls with murder in his eyes as he bares his fangs “Don't call me that, how do you know about us? Where is he?"

I do the only thing that comes to mind, I approach him and he backs up against the headboard with nowhere to go. Climbing onto the bed he readies to defend himself, but I only slowly approach and offer him my paw. “Sniff."

He humors me, and what he finds shakes him to the core. “Daniel… how, why?"

I smile, he could never forget my scent and I would never be rid of mine no matter how much those paws tried to reshape me. “It is a very long story love. I will tell you everything now that I am free." I hand him my own waterskin “Drink, we have quite the day ahead of us."

He pushes my paw away still skeptical “No, you tell me now. Just because you smell like him, doesn't mean you are. How is a human supposed to become a wolf overnight?"

I just shake my head and try to touch him, he scurries away from my advances. It pains me to see him like this, but I was selfish. I could have stayed a human and been perfectly happy with the man I love, but I wanted more. Draegor used that against me, but I had my true calling now and I wanted Killian by my side. “Please, not here. These walls have ears. Let's get you something to eat."

His eyes dart all over me, not knowing what to make of this situation. I look down at my ill begotten clothes and am saddened by the memories they evoke. “Could I at least, borrow a pair of pants? I need to get rid of these clothes, they belonged to a man that is no longer with us."

He shakes his head “No."

I strip anyway, standing naked in front of him. “I can prove it to you, I am Daniel. Your greatest shame, on that special night. You wanted to share an intimate moment with me, we both got really high. Do you know what you did next?"

He whimpers “Stop. Let's say I believe you are you trying to hurt me?"

I don't know why I thought about using that piece of information to sway him. It felt good watching the pain spread across his face, the shame he felt in his gut. Maybe I'm not the same man I was before, no I am definitely not.

I correct myself “I'm sorry love, I don't know why I said that. It was cruel, but I want you to believe me. I don't know how else to prove it."

We sit there in silence for a while as I watch him relax and come to terms with what I am now. “I loved you Daniel, you didn't need to become this for my love."

His words sliced my heart in half, past tense, he used to love me. “Killian, please I will explain everything. Let's go to the beach, away from all these ears." I offer him my paw but he refuses it, standing up and pushing his way past me. I let him grab his spear and his armor, he tosses a dirty pair of pants to me which I slip on.

He gets dressed, then his voice comes out weak and uncertain “I- I need time." He moves to leave but I put a paw on his shoulder to stop him, we are the same height now as we look into each other's eyes.

“I'm the same man from yesterday take as long as you need, I'll be waiting for you on the beach."

He brushes my paw off of him as he walks out leaving me alone in our room. Well technically not anymore that the tenth night is over. I grab the rest of our belongings and head outside, I don't see my mate anywhere. Slowly I walk down the beach in just a pair of dirty pants while I haul the now light pack with me. I keep going until I find the spot where we got mated, the only bottles left on the beach were empty. I find one of our discarded flower crowns resting in the shade I go to place it on my head. Taking a seat in the shade I just listen to the waves lap at the shore. Time passes, I do not get hungry or tired. I have to move spots a few times to stay in the shade as day turns into dusk, then night. Beneath the sound of waves I hear it, the faintest of footsteps. I can finally hear him so I call out to him “I got better ears like you told me Killian. Come and join me."

I hear a surprised gasp behind me, I might have been the first in a long time to do that to him. Killian sits down a ways away from me, still gripping his spear tightly. “We're alone, now explain."

I feel all my pent up emotions start to flow out of me, all the things that were forcibly repressed I let gush out. I tell him everything, even about how it all started on that fateful night. How Draegor was a friend living inside me, guiding me. All of the wondrous things he taught me, how he even taught me how to be a better mate. How every time I acted in a way Draegor didn't like, I was held prisoner. Unable to speak, or move in any way to expose the truth. How I lied to his face about what I was doing, for it was the only way. “I suppose I should tell you what I've been up to while you were gone. I was courting a man, his name was Heimal and he was 19 years old. I needed to lure him out to slaughter and sacrifice him. He was a beautiful white wolf, the son of the Duke. He had hopes and dreams, he painted art, trained his body, and had lots of sex. What I did to him was vile, but I had no choice. Either I would do it, or Draegor would. If it wasn't me, then his death would have been so much more brutal."

Killian sits there silently still pondering all of this. “Is Draegor still with you?"

I shake my head “No, I puked out his soul and he took Heimal's body reshaping it into his own. He's out there right now burning the world around him. He's truly an evil beast not even a man. I will put an end to him, but I can't do it on my own. I need your help."

He squints at me “Why?"

I figure seeing is believing, so I take out my knife and Killian readies his spear, but I press it against my neck and slit my own throat. His eyes go wide as he rushes to my side “What the FUCK are you doing!?"

I hold his paws still as he tried to stop the bleeding, letting him watch as my blood retreated back into my body closing the wound behind it. “Neither of us can die, not like that anyway."

He grips the side of his head in horror “No… no no no. You're not him, I mated a human yesterday. GIVE HIM BACK."

I can see tears in his eyes as he yells at me, this was too much too soon. I was terrible at this. “I'm sorry, but this is the deal I made all those many months ago. I'm still the same man you mated yesterday. I have the same scent, I have the same thoughts, I have the same dreams. I still want you to show me the world. Our love is true, not even this can break our bond."

I offer him my paw and he shakily takes it now a sobbing mess, believing the love of his life to be dead. We sit down on the sand together, he just lets me hold his paw for now and that is a start. “I didn't need you to do this, I loved you just fine as a human. You saw me, I fucking cried like a baby when we got mated. I NEVER cry. I felt so much love for you and now… I don't know what to feel."

I let his words sink in, tearing at my mind. I can feel it too, and I can't stop them. Tears, they fall down my face as my lips quiver. Strange, how such blood red eyes could be so vulnerable still. “This is my fault, I let that demon in. I let him control me, but these past few days were only me. When we got mated, that was all me, I still have the same feelings for you. I just look a little different now." Now I'm the one crying like a baby, the fear of losing the man I loved so soon like this was tearing at my soul harder than Draegor ever could. I even let my voice out, singing my sorrow into the night.

I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me and pull me close. That familiar grip tightened and quieted my woes. “Do you remember the vows we made to each other Daniel? I could never forget them, tell me yours again."

I stop my bitching and compose myself, wiping the tears away. “I told you that my heart is in your paw, I love you so much. No matter what happens, I will always be yours, always. I gave myself to you, heart and soul. As long as we're together I'm happy."

He looks into my eyes and just studies me for a moment. “Daniel, your eyes. They're beautiful." I can see that look on his face, that subtle special look he had when interacting with his own. I felt vindicated, tears of joy sprouted from my eyes. It was rapturous seeing him look at me like that. He leans in and gives me a soft kiss. All of my worries melted away in that moment, that was all he needed to say. “You're my mate, my Daniel, my love. I look at your face and you're a stranger. I close my eyes and smell you, and I can only smell the man I have loved so deeply all this time. I love you."

I calm myself and regain my composure, nuzzling into Killian lovingly doing that feels so incredibly good. “Thank you, I couldn't have found a better mate in a thousand years. I love you too."

I let him hold me there as we acclimate to our new situation. There are still many problems we needed to discuss but I wanted to enjoy the moment. Even if every moment was another soul being tortured to death by a crazed monstrosity. After a while I decide to break the silence. “Killian, I'm sorry but there is still more to say and it's important."

I set up and face him directly, no more cuddling for the moment. “Okay, tell me pup."

I can't help but smile “You still call me pup, even though I look like this now?"

“Of course, I'm still older than you pup."

He was still as charming as ever. “You saw what I did, I can't die from a blade. I also learned that I can't be burned. Fire is but a warm kiss on my skin now, I do not burn no matter how hot it gets."

He looks skeptical at that, but after everything it wasn't so hard to believe. “Do you mean to tell me… you're … him?"

I shake my head “I am not the mountain king from an old story, I am so much more than that you have no idea. Even I don't know everything. I can feel it though, there is something growing inside of me, my own power."

He raises an eyebrow “Power?"

“Yes, I will have to experiment with it, not even Draegor with all of his knowledge knows what I am capable of. I have already used it a few times. Whenever I look at someone, I can see their entire life before me. Like reading an open book but for whatever reason, I can't read you."

“Daniel, I don't really know what you mean. You will have to just show me, I hope you're not going to make a habit of cutting yourself though."

I shake my head “Oh no of course not, that still hurts like hell you know. I still feel pain. Compared to what Draegor did to me, nothing will ever come close to that. He was right about it, the pain I felt was legendary."

“What did he do to you?"

I gulp, I can still remember how it felt. It was hard to put into words. “It's hard to describe, we lack words to accurately depict those events. My skin felt like it was one fire, every single one of my bones broke and moved around. My flesh split, broke, multiplied. My guts were torn asunder and I puked up the blood. I couldn't scream loud enough, it only lasted a short while but it felt like days."

“That does sound painful."

“More than you could ever know love."

He pats the ground next to him and I move back over, letting him pull me close as we watch the moonlight dance over the waves. “Tell me, what did you do to Heimal?"

This, I do not want to share. “It is shameful, looking back I hate myself for it. I thought it would be easy but, it was hard."

His paw rubs my shoulder “I know, I remember my first kill. That man in the woods that wasn't you. That was Draegor, so I want to know. What did you do to Heimal?"

I breathe out hard and try to give him the whole truth. “How much do you want to know, from the beginning or near the end?"

“Start from the very beginning."

I bow my head in shame and tell him my sorry tale. From how I enticed him, beat his ass, fucked him, led him on, lured him out. Killian stops me mid sentence “So while I was out on a job, you were fucking a rich man's virgin ass eating the finest of spiced foods, bathing in a fine tub, lounging on the most expensive furniture, all behind my back."

My response is weak and full of guilt. “Yes, I did all those things."

“After all those efforts, you lured him all the way out there after you poured wine down my throat. What did you do to him then?"

“I was considering ending it all quickly to spare him the pain. That seemed too cruel, so I let him have his fun with me first. He fucked me, and once he was done I bashed his head in with a rock… twice. After that came the ritual, I bled him but he woke up. I was supposed to kill him then and there but I kept hesitating. The more he said he didn't want to die the less I wanted to kill him. I think I died a little on the inside when I did it, I broke his head open with a rock." I'm thankful that he doesn't pry for more, those memories are already weighing heavily on my mind.

“I'm glad, your first kill shouldn't be fun. It should be hard and difficult. Now you understand the weight of taking a life, the fear a man experiences at the end. What you did was disgusting, and you're going to atone for such a thing. Draegor will die and we will put Heimal's body to rest in the ground where it belongs. So at least we don't have to worry about his corpse for now, and the human he was with is gone forever. I see no reason why the Duke would accuse me of anything. But we need to burn those clothes Daniel, get them out and start a fire."

I hug him deeply, this means more to me than he could ever fathom. “Thank you Killian, thank you so much. There' s just one little thing left I need to tell you."

“What is it pup?"

“I'm no longer human, so I picked out a new name for myself. A special one, only you, me, and Draegor will know it. My name is Pluto."

He pats my back “I prefer Daniel, for that is the name of my mate."

I hug him tighter “Then that will be my true name forevermore. Let's keep this secret between us. You will have power over me as long as you know my true name but let the rest of the world know me as Pluto."

He sighs and rubs my back. “Very well, but it's late Daniel, and we don't have a room anymore. I'm tired, this was a lot to take in."

I think for a moment, but I don't think he would like my idea. “Well, there is that house Heimal had. I know the way in and nobody will be coming to visit that place. Not for a while anyway."

He grumbles in distaste “I can't tell if it would be dishonorable or just make me angry being there. I won't lie, I want a taste of the good life you were living while I was working to get us coin. You're going to serve me like I am your king."

I nod “I will do everything in my power to let you live the good life even if it is for just a night." I gather some scattered sticks and driftwood to start a fire. I get a good little flame going and decide to show Killian it was true.

“Killian, watch me."

He watches me closely as I stick my paw in the fire, letting the flames gently kiss my fur. I quite enjoy the feeling actually, sticking both paws in as the fire grows.

“Well fuck me you're being honest about everything tonight. It's a refreshing feeling actually, I could always tell when you would lie to my face."

That just makes me feel worse as I toss Heimal's clothes into the flames and make sure every bit is burned to ash. “There, it is done. Allow me to lead you to your bed chamber, my lord."

He turns his nose up at the title. “No no no, don't call me that. I much prefer it when you say my name, or love. That always got me feeling a certain type of way."

I take his paw in mine and start leading him back into the city. “Of course love, right this way."

It takes us a while to walk all the way back to the city then sneak our way through the upper part near the castle. There were few guards that were posted and everything was relatively quiet. I fish out a tiny iron rod I was keeping for … reasons. Using my new strength, I bend the tip of it so it had an L shape. I stick the tool into the lock and listen, activating each tumbler until the lock unlatched, letting us inside. I quickly close the door behind us and lock it again. I would have to thank Draegor for the gift of knowledge he left me with.

Killian just walks around the room taking it all in, he sniffs, sits on some furniture. Examines the paintings, eventually staring at the nude portrait I had painted of Heimal. “So this is him, the man you murdered. He wasn't a fan of black fur I take it?"

“No, he made that pretty clear."

“What do you think he would say if he could see you now?"

“He would call me a monster and do everything in his power to take my head, probably try to get his father to send an army after me."

“I have to admit, he is beautiful. It's truly shameful what you did to him. I thought I would feel angry being here. In this fine house where you wined and dined before sleeping with another man right under my nose. It's strange, all I feel in these walls are sadness. He had so much life left to live, and you stole that from him. May his memory serve as a reminder when you kill again, make sure they deserve it."

Killian's words are heavy on my heart as I sink into a couch, the soft cushions feel amazing. “I know now, I won't kill again unless I have to."

We take off our packs and lay down our arms, I give Killian the tour of this fine house. The bath, bed, and fur cutting station. He spots my old strands of hair mixed in with the white. “So this is where you cleaned yourself up, I will miss that handsome face. The new one is … very good too though."

We go to the bed chamber and Killian sniffs around a bit. “I can smell him strongly here still, you didn't leave anything out … did you?"

“What do you mean?"

“Is there something Heimal said that you're not telling me, something shameful?"

I nod “Yes."

“Go on, speak."

“He told me he loved me right before I bashed his skull in."

There is an awkward silence in the room as Killian strips, getting on the bed. “I know you can smell it too, welcome to my world Daniel. This bed, I could get used to this."

I take a few more sniffs, and I don't want to admit it but I could smell it too. There were tones of sweetness to his scent in the room, it reminded me of love.

I start to take my clothes off and Killian watches me closely, studying my new body. I show off a little for him, my tail swishing back and forth slowly. Flexing my arms and chest, turning around to show him my ass. “Daniel, you're breathtaking." I look back and see the fire in his eyes, that special look he had. He stared at me with a new fervor, I was right. He liked me better this way too, he just needs time to adjust.

“Where would you have me love?" He pats the mattress next to him, the spot where Heimal would always sleep. I try not to think about it anymore as I climb into bed with my mate, his arm wraps around me and pulls me close just as he has done so many times before. I feel all my worries melt away against his chest, our bodies fit like two puzzle pieces meant for each other as we cuddled. This felt better, it felt perfect. “Thank you Killian, for everything."

His paw rubs my ears making it hard for me to keep quiet, it felt so damn good. His paw moved south to give me deep scratches under my neck fur, my body squirmed. I let him explore my body with his paws, he felt every inch of me. My ass, my tail, chest, arms, legs. He stopped just above my crotch “Are you curious Daniel?"

“Curious about what love?" I said with tones of lust.

He bites my ear drawing blood making me let out a tiny yelp of pain before whispering to me “What it feels like to knot my ass for real?"

I suddenly regret telling him about my dreams. “Yesss, I haven't actually seen my new cock yet."

His paws stop dancing around me and he just holds me close. “Good, then you have something to look forward to. You're going to have to earn the right to be under my tail back. After all the things you've done willing or not, you will suffer for them." He snuggles me close and urges me to get some rest.

I close my eyes and find that, I cannot. I don't need sleep anymore. Fuck off with that I think to myself, I focus and push that feeling of dreaming sleep to the tip of my finger. I press my finger to my forehead, pushing that feeling in my skull. Sleep soon takes me as I drift away with my mate.

I'm woken up by Killian's movements, he's yawning as the afternoon sun glares through the wooden boards. “Oh fuck me, we slept half the day away. I'm really going to miss this bed, you sure we have to leave so soon?"

I get up and wipe the sleep from my eyes, surprised at there being none. “The longer we stay the more likely we get caught. They will probably start looking for Heimal after another day or two. I think he would go out for several nights just fucking whoever sometimes."

Killian does some stretches and lets out another yawn. “Give me one of these baths you talked so much about, it has been a long time since I have had a real one."

“It would be my pleasure love, just relax and I'll get everything ready." I watch him flop back down onto the soft mattress as I leave the room. Heading into the bathroom I notice the once fresh flower petals were now wilted. I turn the faucet and fill it with hot water, adding in just the right amount of soap. I go to collect my mate as he's enjoying the soft bedding. “Your bath is ready love."

He gets up and heads into the other room, sliding into the hot water with a satisfied rumble. “Oh fuck, now this is nice. I can see that he's a bit dirty from our travels, and he did sort of reek like fish now that I think about it. I get a brush and a comb, starting to mix the soap into his coat of fur. I push him further down into the water which he happily enjoys. I move on to his face, gently scrubbing his delicate fur clean. It takes me a while, he is much fluffier than Heimal was. “I'm sorry, but can I ask you to stand so I can get the rest?"

Killian rolls his eyes and he stands up “You're asking a lot of me right now."

I work his legs, feet, tail, then eventually his sheath and balls. “Okay you can lie back down, now comes the second part."

I get some fresh water from the faucet, which makes his eyes go wide. Adding in some of the special soap making white water. I start brushing and coming that stuff into his fur, repeating the same process. Soon the only thing that smells in the room is the water, after a few good rinses he is all clean and smelling like a field of flowers. “There, how do you feel?"

He looks at himself, the new shine his fur has taken on looks great. “I feel like a new wolf, I haven't felt like this since … I don't remember." It warms my heart making him more comfortable.

“I'll start a fire in the hearth so you can dry off. A paw on my shoulder stops me “What if someone sees the smoke and knocks on the door?"

He has a point, but he still needs to dry off. A thought occurs to me, I wasn't immune to fire, I was fire. “No worries love, just step out of the tub and I'll take care of it."

He steps out and I drain the water out of the tub. Truth be told I have no idea where it goes. He's standing in front of me dripping on the floor, I get a towel and dry him off the best that I can. He's not dripping anymore but still quite damp. I test myself, spreading my long arms I bring my paws to either side of him, he looks at me curiously. “What are you doing?"

I breathe out and focus, “Killian, you have my heart and soul they belong to you. As long as you have those, you have my blessing. I am fire and now, so are you." Before he can react tiny flames dance across my black fur, I hug him gently and he does not scream or yelp. He can feel it too, the fire was not hot it was warm.

Steam sizzles between us as the water evaporates, he has a panicked look on his face. “Daniel, what.. what's happening?"

I try to calm him with a few strokes across his mane. “Shh, it's okay. I have you, we're just getting you dry is all." My flames dance leaping from my body to his, drying his fur quickly. The steam gathers at the ceiling as we finish, my now fluffy wolf standing before me. He pats himself down to make sure, but he was completely dry.

“What did you do, was I .. on fire?" he touches himself more to make sure he wasn't burned.

“No love, you weren't on fire, I was. As long as I live and breathe, you won't be burned because fire loves you as I do." He would understand with time. I take his paw in mine and lead him to the last room upstairs, and seat him on the stool in front of the mirror. For the first time I get a good look at my face, it was just like in my dream. I look at Killian's and I see that handsome muzzle, but his fur has gotten quite unruly through our travels. “My eyes are beautiful aren't they. You could use a fur cut though, just sit there and let me work some magic."

“Okay, I trust you." I don't think Killian has ever let anyone else do this for him, he looks nervous as I pick up the tiny pair of shears and start clipping away his extra fluff. After what feels like an hour of my dexterous paws working him up and down his fur has gotten quite a lot shorter but everything looked even. He was perfect, not a strand of hair out of place. We're both looking at him as he turns from side to side. “I look… good."

I give him some deep neck scratches “You look amazing love, my fearsome warrior." Killian gets up and examines the rest of himself, pleased with the job I had done. With a nod of approval he looks down at the growing pile of hair on the floor, both canine and human. “We will have to clean up around here. If anyone checks they will get our scent."

I already know exactly what to do. “Don't worry about that, I will take care of it. Now I remember you saying that I would have to treat you like my king to get back in your good graces. What would you have me do?"

He looks over my naked body a few times, thinking about something. “I do remember saying something like that. I know you want to have sex with me something badly. I can smell it clear as day. Instead you will be pleasuring only me, give me a massage. Like one of the ones you enjoyed." He grabs my wrist and leads me back to the bedroom, flopping down on his belly and I see his sculpted back muscles much better now that I've trimmed his fur a bit. My paws simply know what to do, pressing into the tight muscles applying pressure at just the right spots. I can hear him moan blissfully into the pillows. His shoulders are tense, I have to use my elbow to dig deep into the muscle. I'm careful not to overdo it with my improved strength but as my mate is only moaning into the sheets I know I'm good. Moving onto his neck I rub the tension out of him until the muscles finally relax on their own. I give him the full body treatment as I continue on to his arms, legs, paws, feet, even ears and tail. I save the best for last, his ass and lower back. I think he passed out a few times during this whole ordeal, and soon he's like putty in the sheets completely limp.

“There, all done love. You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

I hear a muffled “Mhm" from the sheets. With my improved hearing I can also hear his stomach growling.

“Are you hungry love? I can get us some of those spiced delicacies, and they will be all for you." I don't have to ask twice, he agrees without even thinking about how I would pull that off. He turns his head to the side to speak.

“As your king, I demand the finest spiced meats you have." He splays out on the bed and lays there at peace for the moment.

“Stay here, I'll be back soon." I get up and walk downstairs, taking a few heavy sniffs at the door I can smell them. There was a servant standing outside like there usually was. I ponder on how to go about this, racking my memory for what Heimal would yell at them. I think about his voice, how it sounded and before I know it I try speaking a few words and I sound exactly like Heimal.

I crack open the door and try to be convincing with what I remembered. “You there, I'm hungry bring me some wine and grilled Kebash."

Before the servant can get a look at me I close the door, I hear them try to say something but the footsteps that go away reassure me of my success. I rub my throat and try to go back to my new normal voice, and find it does so easily. My baritone notes coming out quite nicely again. Heading back upstairs I join my mate in bed, fully aware of who I was doing this exact same thing with not so long ago. “Dinner is on the way love, only the best for a king."

He wakes up and rolls over to greet me “Sorry, I fell asleep again. I don't think I have ever been this relaxed. This worries me, I'm getting soft."

I shake my head “You're not getting soft, there's nothing wrong with treating yourself to something enjoyable every now and then. Besides, I can always make you hard." I slip my paw between his legs and cup his balls making him shiver. I can tell he likes it, so I keep going starting to rub his sheath. With much pain he stops me.

“No, you're getting punished remember?"

I smile at him and remove my paw “I remember, so how are you going to punish me?"

I'm sure he's coming up with some nasty ideas when we're interrupted by a knock on the door. I get up and push him back into the covers. “Wait here love, I'll handle it."

I walk downstairs and try something even more wild. I stare at Heimal's nude portrait, and will myself to change as I close my eyes. I feel nothing, when I open them my fur is still black. Shit, well now what? I change my voice again and yell “Get the door slave!"

I grab one of the leather straps in our things and wrap it around my neck tightly, even finding something to blindfold myself with. I toss a curtain over our things to hide them as I answer the door. I try to make myself seem small as I stand aside, pointing to the table. I get the feeling this sort of thing wasn't uncommon as the servant just puts the delicious smelling platter and wine down on the table and leaves. I remove my little disguise and head back up stairs “Dinner is served love, come on down."

He gives me a weird look “Who was that voice? I thought it was just us in here."

“It is just us, that was me. Want to hear?"

I see him nervously nod “Okay, I'll listen."

I decide to show off a little bit, mimicking Killian's voice. “How's it going pup?"

His eyes go wide in shock it takes a minute for this to sink in. “Is this what you meant by, power?"

I get back to normal. “Something like that, even I don't know what I'm capable of yet. Let's get you fed first though before everything gets cold." I lead him down the stairs and pull out a chair, pushing him in and getting a clean cup filling it with wine. I can smell the meats even more clearly and the aroma is so incredibly enticing. I take a seat as well but Killian's paw stops my own.

“No no, you got to wine and dine with another man this is your punishment. You get to watch me eat and drink all of this, and you get none." I whine in protest like a puppy. Truth be told I haven't gotten hungry yet either, eating was more of a pleasant option now than a necessity.

Killian sniffs the meat, each one a different blend of spices. His mouth quite literally begins to water as he drools on the table. I get a little towel and wipe up the mess before it tarnishes his perfectly shiny coat of fur. He takes his first bite from the platter and has to stifle a little moan. “I know it's good, but I'm telling the truth when I say this: I always liked your cooking more."

He swallows and takes a sip of the fine wine. “You know me, flattery will get you everything." He just dives back in, doing his best to savor each piece. I would love nothing more than to sneakily snatch one and enjoy the flavor on my tongue but I resist. I keep his cup full as he munches away. Soon enough there are only a few pieces of meat left, and I don't think he can stomach another bite. He has finished the whole bottle of wine, and is just staring at the last bit of meat now. “Rrr, fine. I'm full you can have the rest."

“Thank you love." I put one of the pieces of meat into my mouth and the flavor is even better than when I was a human. The deep rich meaty flavor enhanced by the salty and vibrant spices explode all over my tongue. I swallow after chewing to savor the flavor. “Holy fuck, this is what I've been missing out on?" all my senses seemed to be sharper.

Killian picks up on this and eyes me again “Enjoying your new body?"

I nod “Yes, it's everything I hoped for and more."

He asks a hard hitting question. “Would you do it all again?"

I know what he means and I don't even have to think about it. “Yes, in a heartbeat." I finish the last few pieces of dinner and the platter is now empty.

“Good to know, I am stuffed, lets sit together for a bit." We move to one of the fancy couches. Killian seems like he ate too much so I wrap my arm around him and hold him close for a change.

“Is this alright love? You can just lean on me if you'd prefer."

He nuzzles into me “This is good, I like this. I did eat too much trying to punish you though."

I just hold him there against me, that big tough and burly body that rivals my own. It felt really good to hold him like this, I would protect him, I would die for him. Perhaps this is how he felt about me. “There is plenty of time to punish me later, we should leave during the night before anyone starts to get suspicious. I can't just keep faking his voice forever."

Killian sighs, something obviously on his mind “I have something to tell you. Don't speak just listen. This house that we're in, the short time we've spent here. I don't want it to end, this is peaceful. I vowed to show you the world, and help you fix your mistake. After all that is done, would it be too much to ask for us to live like this? Like kings?"

I rub his arm gently as I dream about it. This is what I wanted to give him, his happy ending. “Killian, I have something to tell you too. This has been on my mind for a long time now, even before we left Drakefall. I want to change the world, for you. I want people to look at your beautiful black fur, and see only the handsome man I do. I want to hold your hand, kiss you, dance with you in every festival that exists. I want the world to accept us for what we are, that is the world I want to show you."

He lets out a long sigh. “I want that too, but how are you going to do that?"

I feel it deep inside me, I know what must be done. They will bow or they will burn. “I will show them the way, they will see our love and fall to their knees after witnessing such beauty. I will not lie, some people are beyond saving. Those people, the ones who cast us down, they will burn." I punctuated that last word with intent, I really meant it.

“Daniel, do you think you can really do that? Change the world?"

I rub his arm a bit more reassuringly. “I do, Draegor thought he could once a long long time ago. I haven't told you this yet, but it was your spear that killed him the last time. No matter what we could do to each other, neither of us would truly die unless for whatever reason your spear pierces us. It cuts our very soul."

He looks at me nervously “So what you said was literal, I do have your heart and soul in my paw. I'm the only one that can kill either of you?"

I shrug slightly “Well you would need the spear but that's all I know. There could be other ways, but I don't know them."

He rests his head on my chest “This is a lot to think about."

I rub his ears, enjoying the action greatly. “I know, I've been doing a lot of thinking myself."

We continue to sit there and idly chat about a few things as the sun starts to set. “It's going to be dark soon love, shall we retire to bed for a quick nap then hit the road?"

He grumbles “That sounds nice, I'm going to miss this city even though half of the people here hate me. There are good souls though, ones that accepted us Daniel. Never forget that there is still goodness in the world, we found each other didn't we?"

I let out a little sigh “Yeah, that we did. I could never forget, especially seeing what Klein and Lisse did after."

He perks up a bit “I don't recall, what did they do after?"

“You got pretty drunk so I don't blame you for not remembering, but I saw them fucking. He was giving it to her hard, like you do to me."

He chuckles “Oh really now, I will have to stop by the forge to check up on him. Maybe he will be a father sooner than he thinks."

“I want to say goodbye to everyone too, but I don't want to go through all this again with more people."

Killian stands up and offers me his paw “Don't worry, they can never forget witnessing our love that day. It is like you said, those who see it for what it is will fall to their knees at the beauty of our love. And those that try to run us through with swords, they will burn won't they?"

I take his paw with pride, standing up as his equal now “Killian, I've never wanted you more than I want you right now in this moment. We have a hunt to go on, but tonight I want you to punish me."

He licks his lips “How would you like to be punished pup?"

I shudder and shake at the thoughts of this moment, I have been waiting for it for so long. “We need chains, I can break anything else too easily. So tonight, I want your paw on my backside. Like that time you tied me to a tree and beat me. I want more, make me suffer."

He leads me back upstairs and pushes me on the bed, I lay down on my stomach as my firm cheeks are on display. My tail is wagging on it's own as Killian's paw grasps the base and yanks it up out of the way. It hurt a little, but the best was yet to come.

His other paw grabs and gropes my cheeks making sure they get plenty of loving attention. Then he pulls back and gives me the first smack of the night. It sounds beautiful as the pleasure travels up in a wave making my fur stand on end. “Oooh, fuck. That's so fucking good."

More blows come down on my ass, making my toes curl as I moan into the sheets. At some point I hike my hips up into the air, and raise my tail high to expose myself. Killian just keeps spanking me harder using the full might in his arms and chest. I know for a fact I would be begging for mercy as a human, but as a wolf it only feels good. My cock starts to slide out of my sheath and I can't take it anymore, I need something else. “Killian wait, it's happening."

He pulls my hips back as he rubs his hard cock between my cheeks “What is?"

I'm embarrassed as I tell him “I'm getting hard, but I've never seen my cock before. Will you help me out with that?"

His touch leaves me as I'm flipped onto my back “That's cute, I like the sound of it." I get a good look at him now too, he was also pretty excited. I sniff the air and I can smell us both, his scent was heavy and alluring, mine was lighter and enticing. His red tip is poking out and so is mine, I watch as his paw wraps around my sheath and he starts to stroke me up and down. I try my hardest to control myself, resisting the urge to buck up into his paw. It feels so damn good, having my mate touch me like this. It felt better than Draegor ever could have done. I'm mesmerized as he strokes me, watching my red cock push its way out inch by inch. Killian brings his muzzle down and graces my shaft with his hot breath. I moan hotly and can barely contain myself.

He has mercy and gives my cock a lick making me lose control, I buck up and enjoy his rough tongue on my shaft. He snickers at having broken my composure and takes my cock in his muzzle, it feels incredible. It was good with my human cock, but with my new wolf one it was even better. It was like his maw was designed to have my long shaft slide down it. I start panting, watching him suck my dick was just so incredibly hot in the moment. With one final push he releasees my knot from my sheath making me tilt my head back in ecstasy. My cock leaves the warm velvety confines of his muzzle and I just want more. “Please… I'll be a good boy don't stop." I get the first good look at my cock, it wasn't as big as Killian's but it was still a good size, just as it was in my dreams.

“You were a very bad boy first. No touching, control yourself while I have my way with you."

I whine at the thought of that “Please, restrain me I can't do it."

His hot breath is on my ears again “Don't you remember, you said we need chains. Now suffer well, I'm going to take my time with your ass. It will be like breaking in a new bitch all over again."

My hole quivers in anticipation, I missed sex with my mate. I look between his legs, his huge cock is fully hard standing attention knot and all. I reach over and open the night stand, pleasantly surprised to find several bottles of lube stashed away in there. I hand one to Killian, he figures out what it is pretty quick and tosses it aside. “No, this is going to be like our first time together. Raw, and rough." My cock throbs, I like the sound of that.

He jerks himself a bit, getting a nice drop of pre on his tapered tip. His paws wrap around my ankles and pry my legs apart, my tight ass is there exposed to him. I'm very tight and he doesn't bother to prepare me at all. Placing his tapered tip right at my entrance he starts to press it into me. I'm not as tight as a human, his cock slides into me rather easily all things considered. I thought it would hurt, but I only feel pleasure as my ass stretches to accommodate him. I grip the sheets tightly as he feels amazing just like this. He pushes more into me, his shaft gets thicker and my ass stretches easily to take him. I get to the hard part, and I'm straining to fit the rest of his shaft as my tailhole feels virgin tight once more. He pulls back slightly before ramming himself inside, hilting all the way to the knot as he makes my legs shake at the sensation. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in closer. We're both panting hard now as he starts to fuck me giving it to me nice and easy at first. I can tell he's really struggling to control himself as well. His pre is already starting to coat my insides and his shaft making it better for us both.

I raise my hips, and he angles himself a bit differently and I can feel it, his shaft presses right against that special spot. It has changed positions since the last time I was on my back like this. “Fuuuck, right there that's it right there." My dick is leaking heavily as my knot begs for attention.

“Yeah that's right pup, you really missed me and my cock in your ass didn't you. Look at you now, begging for it harder than ever before." I can't deny these feelings, I don't want to. He starts hammering away, fucking me in just the right spot driving me wild. I have to control my paws, placing them behind my head as I lay back and relax.

My dick is slapping against my furry belly as he fucks me making me smile blissfully. Each time his shaft slides inside me perfectly my legs tighten to pull him in closer, making his knot press firmly into my ass. “Ngh, fuck me."

I wouldn't mind just laying here and let Killian fuck me however he wanted. It felt incredible, my new body was made to derive pleasure from being bred by this man. He turned me into a horny mess, my tongue was hanging out of my muzzle as I moaned uncontrollably. His paw tucks my tongue back into my maw and wraps around holding my muzzle shut. “Shut the fuck up and clench that ass."

Having him boss me around like this makes me melt into the sheets, I was powerless with my man between my legs. His voice compelled me to obey and it felt good to give in to him. I quieted my moans and clench hard around his shaft. He loses his composure as he presses his knot against my tailhole firmly. “Fuuuuck, oh fuck yes just like that pup. Keep it nice and tight for me." He fucks me harder, pressing that big knot firmly into me each time. It is becoming increasingly difficult to resist the urge to touch myself, watching my cock bounce and drool pre onto my belly. Clenching hard for him just makes him press into my special spot with increased pressure. He drives me absolutely wild, I keep pulling him against me harder trying to get his knot inside.

His paw yanks my muzzle down so we're looking into each other's eyes. “You want it bad, don't you?" He has that look in his eyes he wanted me bad too. I noticed it again, it was a deeper more primal longing. I doubt he would admit it, but I could tell he enjoyed being with another wolf more than a human.

I whimper in response, Killian loosens his grip so that I may speak “Yes daddy."

He growls and tightens his grip again driving his knot into me harder and harder. “Make sure you keep it tight for me puppy."

I do as he says, letting him enjoy me like he always did. He presses it forward hard one last time and I can't resist it anymore. I relax and he slips inside, his knot locking us together again. His dick throbs as he comes inside me, it feels incredible. His knot was right on my special spot and I beg him for mercy. “Killian please, touch my knot, have mercy I'm begging you." I'm behaving still keeping my hands behind my head.

He starts humping, pulling and pushing a mere inch back and forth inside me. My dick feels like it's about to explode I just need one touch to set it off. It was agonizing to be just on the edge, denied my climax. My mate tortures me further, his paw grabs my cock and starts stroking my shaft slowly. I'm plenty slick from all the excitement as his paw glides up and down gracefully. I lose myself, start humping up into his paw like a desperate animal. He has mercy and his paw wraps around my knot squeezing it hard. I immediately start to cum, coating myself in what feels like a lake of semen. I stain my beautiful black coat with streaks of white going across my face, chest, and belly. I keep humping as he squeezes, the pleasure does not end. My entire body feels like it's convulsing. My ass clenches rhythmically around Killian's knot and it just makes him shudder while we both cum together. I feel drained as we both come back to our senses minutes later, having finally shared in a powerful climax. I wasn't waiting for him anymore, we experienced it together.

After we were done no words were said, we stared into each other's eyes having both come to this realization. Killian speaks first “I love you."

Hearing him say that made me feel so good inside a warm fuzzy feeling. “I love you too. This was incredible, to think this is what you feel every time. Sharing this with you makes it even better."

“You're right, it does."

Killian pulls me into an embrace as we cuddle waiting for his knot to go down. We lay on this comfortable bed and I think about how to cover our tracks here. The answer is truly simple, fire. It would be a horrible shame to lose all of Heimal's paintings and the one I did. I seemed to always be paying a price these days. Eventually Killian's knot shrinks and he pulls it out of me with a strong tug. His paw yanks my tail out of the way and I let him watch the cum leak out of me. I push more of it out, hearing his satisfied grumble behind me.

“One last thing pup, service your king." I get rolled onto my back, my front messy from dried cum as he lowers his balls onto my nose. His scent is incredible as I start to lick his balls. Sticking out my long tongue I'm surprised at how much he enjoys this. I open my jaws wide and I feel him pull away. “That's enough, you're going to have to practice with those big teeth. I had to learn the hard way but you have me pup."

I look at myself, messy and covered in my cum. “Fair enough, would you prefer me smelling like you for the next month or should I bathe?"

His paw strokes my now coarse and dirty fur. “Wait here." He gets up and leaves the room, returning a few moments later with a big comb. “Everyone is going to know that you're mine, you smelly sexy wolf." I watch as he combs the dried cum out of my fur breaking apart the strands that are stuck together. Only when I'm soft again does he stop, the moon hanging high in the sky tonight as it shines through the wood. “There, that will have to do for now."

We gather our things as well as the lube and check to make sure the coast is clear, nobody is outside as far as we can tell. I'm still only wearing a pair of Killian's pants but that will be enough for now. We decided not to loot the place further. “You ready love? I'll cover our tracks while we leave."

He nods and we both head out, slinking through the shadows. I snap my fingers and blow out gently. The hearth in that house erupts with a wild flame, it consumes everything in its path quickly. I can feel the ravenous hunger consume the wood, paintings, our hair, scent, everything. Killian looks back as the fire has started to roar into the night after only mere seconds. “Daniel, did you do that?"

I rub his back gently “Yes I did, it saddens me to do it but I felt it better to put those memories to rest."

We hear bells being rung throughout town as my fire blazes, I will it to be contained and not spread to other buildings. We keep to the back streets and alleys as we watch countless wolves carry water to douse the flames. It would be no use, my fire would not stop until it's job was done. We slip out easily enough walking into the night. “Killian, we have a demon to hunt and now I won't slow you down anymore. I'm curious let's have a little race."

He starts stretching “I like the sound of that, you will have to tell me more about our quarry before we find him. Will be the hardest prey I have ever hunted. Where are we racing to?"

I do some stretches with him “I will tell you everything, but I want to find his trail before it gets cold. What other settlements are around the plains of Kassa?"

“Mm, last time I was here there was only a couple of small villages. Could have changed since then, any idea where he would have gone?"

“I know exactly where he went, to the nearest place with people to torture. We just need to find the scent of blood and we will find him eventually."

I see Killian brace himself ready to go into a full sprint, he was going all out it looked like. “We can start at the town of Dry Creek, should be a few short miles south of the plains of Kassa. Good a place to start as any." Without another word he takes off into a full sprint, and I pursue after giving him a good thirty seconds. My steps are not quiet like his, they are thunderous. The ground is left with indents wherever I push off it. I catch up to Killian, looking over his breathing is steady. I want to show him more, dropping to all fours I get my arms in the action. Pulling and pushing myself forward as I leave him behind me, the scenery blowing past as I run. I look behind me and Killian is still running on only his two feet, I slow down and let him catch up.

He's breathing steadily as he speaks “Why did you stop?"

“I felt bad, I knew I would beat you when I suggested this. Let's just run together, no need for me to be showing off."

He looks annoyed, I don't blame him. Something was different about me, and there was no going back now. “Well, at least we shall travel much faster now. Follow me."

I let him set the pace our roles reversed once again. He would go slowly when I was a human to not push my smaller body. As we run through the night I can only keep my eyes on one thing, his ass. The way that tail swished back and forth, how his cheeks flexed with every step. I can only think about how fun it would be to stuff my knot inside him. Soon I think to myself, very soon.