His tongue met my flesh again and lapped at my hole. I arched my back and leaned into his touch. That wiggling, hot, wet tongue pressed into my hole. I felt myself relax and loosen. I became clay beneath his hands and mouth, pliant and moldable.
Something harder met my hole.
“Breathe,” Draugr instructed.
I did, taking in the sent of his arousal, that musky, delicious, heady thing that stood out in sharp contrast to the smells of smoke and fresh pine and melting snow. My head spun. Draugr pressed a finger into my hole. He must have licked it because the digit was wet and slid in easily.
Then there was warmth that should not have been there. It spread through my hole and my lower body, and then I felt Draugr’s finger slipping and sliding inside of me, gliding on easy wetness.
“What-” I twisted to look at him.
“A little sorcery, for old time’s sake, hm? Do not question it.”
“It’s so…”
“Wet?” He hummed softly and slipped a second finger into me.
“Aagh!” I squirmed.
He hooked his fingers and ran them along my inner walls, stretching me. The sorcerous lubrication did its work. I felt no pain, only a deep, deep longing to be filled by Draugr’s cock. I twisted around, defying his orders for me to lay still, and grabbed onto his cock. A stuttering groan growled its way out of his throat.
“If you do not stop, I will not be able to control myself.”
“Do you want my body so badly?” I gave his hardened and pulsing cock another pump.
He wrapped his fingers around my chin and pulled me into a kiss, “It’s all I’ve wanted since I met you.”
The words struck me. Was he being truthful? Had he wanted me for just as long as I had desired him?
I did not have time to think. He grabbed my wrist and twisted my hand off his cock. With force that knocked the wind out of me, he dragged my hands above my head and pinned both of my wrists in one of his mighty paws. With his other hand, he spread my legs and wedged his muscular legs between mine. I was spread open before him. The wetness dripped down my legs from hole and onto the ground. My cock throbbed between my stomach and the ground, but I lost all thought of my cock’s predicament when I felt the tip of Draugr’s cock at my entrance. He began to push.
“AAAH!” I jolted at the sensation.
I knew that he was thick, but it felt like the whole of me was stretched around his hard, veiny cock. He paid no mind to my screams and pushed in up to the hilt.
“Ugh!” I grunted.
His cock hit my inner wall. I flexed my arms against his hold but his arm felt like a lead weight. I could not move.
“Draugr!”
“Is this what you wanted?” He pushed into me even deeper. The base of his cock spread my hole even further as his balls pressed to mine, “You wanted me to lose control, did you not? Wanted to feel something wild?”
“Y-yes,” I panted.
He pulled vines from the tree next to us and wound them around my wrists. I was curious. What could they possibly do? Then Draugr let go and I knew.
No matter how much I pulled and strained and put strength into what should have ripped the vines twenty times over, they held my wrists fast to the ground. His hands were both now free. He dragged them up my back, digging nails that hinted at the sharpness of claws into my flesh. I groaned. His cock twitched inside of me. His hands reached my buttocks. He pulled my cheeks wider and drew his cock out until only the tip was poised inside my entrance.
“Now it begins, just as you desired.”
Draugr rammed into my hole. I screamed. He withdrew and rammed again. Each time, I thought that it had to be his hardest, but he went harder and faster with every thrust until his balls slapped against me thrice every second and I could do no more than howl and drool and scream his name.
He took his pleasure in me for more time than I knew. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours. Draugr growled.
“How I longed to make you mine, your perfect body. I liked that you were cocky, do you know that?”
He wrapped his fingers in my hair and twisted my head around so that I was looking at him. Each time he pummeled me with his huge cock my eyes rolled back into my head in ecstasy. He was so big, but the sorcery, the wetness kept him sliding in and out of me with slick, smacking sounds. The way his veins that stood out on his tattooed arms filled me with the longing to be filled with his seed. Heat climbed up my chest. I realized he had asked a question. I nodded. He let go of my hair. I collapsed in relief from the pain only to have him wrap his fingers around my throat and squeezed so only a little air made it through my pipe. I gasped. My head grew fuzzier. All I could feel was his cock and the pounding he was giving me.
“I love how you look, my little prince, speared on my cock. Do you know how delicious you are?” He cast a wicked look down at me.
I shook my head and his fingers tightened.
“Do you want to come, my little prince?”
“Aaah!” I moaned but it came out as more of a gasp.
His speed increased. I could feel spittle running down my lip, my arms were covered in scrapes from the leaves and my cock had a puddle of fluid beneath from being deprived of orgasm for so long. I wanted it more than anything. He let his fingers off my throat for just a moment.
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Beg me.”
He stopped his thrusting and swirled his cock inside of me.
“Aaaugh!”
“Beg,” he picked up his pace.
It was unbearable, “Please! Please make me come, Draugr!”
He withdrew from me completely. I panted. My breath clouded in the air. Then in a rush the ground became sky and I was on my back.
It was astonishing to see him. He was magnificent. His body was muscled from neck to toe and his tattoos glistened with his sweat. I moved to touch him but the vines held me back. He grabbed my cock and I lost all thought to ecstasy. He gave me one pump before letting go again. I shuddered and shook on the edge of orgasm. I marveled that he could make me want him so much.
He spread my legs and yanked my hips into the air. In one fluid motion he thrust his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around him. From this position, something was different.
With the first thrust, he hit something inside of me.
“Aaaagh!” I screamed loud enough to shake the trees.
He rammed into me again.
“Draugr!”
I was on the edge. Each thrust brought me closer. I squirmed. He was going slow. I wanted him to go faster. He ran his hands over my body, avoiding my cock. My member twitched and left a trail of wetness and longing on my stomach. He grazed my nipples and I shuddered beneath his touch. Then he grabbed my hips and I got my wish.
Draugr rammed into me with astounding speed. He hit the spot again and again. Without a single touch to my cock, I could feel myself getting closer. He kept up his speed. I gasped and screamed and moaned and then he rammed into me so hard I lost all sight and sound.
“Draaaauuuuuugrrr!” I screamed.
My hole clenched around his cock. My insides convulsed and filled me with heat. Spurt after spurt of hot seed erupted from my cock. He did not slow his pace. I became too sensitive to his touch. Each thrust was beyond pleasure. It was too much. I squirmed and screamed but the wetness continued to drip from my hole and the vines continued to hold.
“I did not say I would be done with you if I let you come.”
Draugr’s voice was mischievous and wicked, but it aroused me to be his plaything. I wanted nothing more. He wrapped his fingers around my spent and ultra-sensitive cock. I screamed and tried to pull away, but he pumped it, hard.
“Draugr, please,” I begged as he eked out the last drops of seed from my tip. The head was on fire. With each stroke my legs twitched and with each thrust of his cock, my entire body convulsed.
He did not let me go. He continued to use me and pump me until I was numb and drooling, and then I felt
myself harden again.
“There we go,” he sped up his thrusts and his work on my cock.
“Draugr…” I groaned.
There was something different now. His breathing was ragged, his thrusts were full of need. He pounded harder, hitting my spot without mercy. I felt a second orgasm brewing inside of me. His eyes raked over my body. I watched him watching me. He twisted the head of my cock and I screamed.
He bit his lip and rammed into me. My insides filled with heat. His cock twitched and shot flood after flood of scalding hot seed into my hole. The waves of orgasm hit me. Seed shot from my cock as he roughly tugged at it. My body clenched around his still-hard cock. He thrust into me again and again. It was at least a dozen more time until he was spent of his seed. It flowed hot and steaming from my hole down my ass cheeks and his legs to the ground. I groaned knowing that I had to be completely filled with his semen, every wall of my insides coated with him.
Draugr finished at last and slid into me up the hilt once more. He let go of my cock and traced the lines of my body with his fingers. I panted, recovering at last.
He looked at me from underneath heavy lids that made him look sultry and dominant at the same time.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes,” I gave a weak nod, “You make me forget everything.”
With a snap of his fingers and the magic of the vines released. He took my wrists in his hands and kissed where the vines had left marks. Then, still inside of me, he leaned down over me, bringing our bodies together in the hot, sticky mess left by our lovemaking, and kissed me. For just a moment more, everything disappeared and there was only the two of us.
“I…” I began.
“Shhh…if you have something to say, save it for when we return.”
I nodded, unsure if the words would ever be spoken aloud.
Chapter 19
Draugr
For three days we had run and hid and made our way across the desolate landscape. Cover was scarce and we took it whenever we could, ducking behind charred stumps or rocky outcroppings blackened by flames. It took a few hours when we first descended the cliff and had been running to realize it, but the place was too quiet. The birds were gone. Nary a squirrel rustled nor songbird sang. We were completely alone, except for when we would hear the march of a battalion and see the dust of their feet marching in time across the cold, windswept earth. Then, we would hide, sometimes for hours, keeping completely still, until we were certain the army would not spot us. Out here, we were vulnerable to being seen, but if I knew anything about the Wolf God, it was almost certain that he knew we were coming.
Hafporir and I held each other when we hid. Once, he had kissed me. My heart grew heavier even as the rest of me seemed to grow lighter from starvation. There was rarely enough water, and what was there was tainted with soot. Still, we drank the stuff and felt the grime in our teeth. It was keeping us alive. If there was love here, it was being threatened by death. It was a tiny flame I tried to guard from the wind, but feared would be lost all too easily in time,
I almost did not allow myself to hope, but I could not help it. In these moments, when, as we were now, we ran for our lives across the open terrain, panting and scrambling forward, I prayed that Hafporir would survive this, and that the flame in his heart would be lit by another, one more worthy of a future king, and that he would find happiness. After Verlok, for somehow this close to death I could name his name again, I never thought I would feel the warmth of love again. I was grateful to Hafporir for that. It was all I needed.
“What is that?”
He grabbed my shoulder. We stopped for a moment, catching our breath. He pointed ahead of us.
The sun was high overhead, but, at what must have been a half an hour’s run before us on the plain, stood the silhouette of a man. He was cast in the darkest shadow, despite the sun. My body was hot, but I could feel the sweat freeze on my skin. This was no human.
He made no move.
“Draugr…” Hafporir looked at me with jaw set and his hand on his sword.
“He is waiting for us.”
Hafporir nodded and began to unwrap his sword.
It was some time before we met him, face to face, in a walk that seemed like hours. At last, as the sunset, we stood before a man cloaked in black, his face hidden. The edge of the cloak whipped in the wind that blew unhindered over the dusty expanse. A light snow, tinted gray with ash, was falling. It smeared and smudged beneath our boots. Hafporir and I stopped twenty paces short of the figure who had stood immobile for our entire approach. I thought at times that he might have been a statue, but no, there was life, or something like it, here beneath the moonlight.
“So you have made it to the gates of Yor, but you shall pass no further.”
“I see no gate, stranger,” I called back.
“Then you have learned little these past few years.”
“What-” the voice was too familiar. My stomach began to flip,
He put two pale hands to his hood and drew it back. I almost did not believe my eyes, but it was Verlock. His face was paler now, and he had smudged black across his eyes. I the center of his forehead was the brand of Yor. The scar tissue seemed blue in the dark of the night,
“No…”
Hafporir looked to me then back at him. His face showed that slowly he comprehended the history, that he was too quick and clever for me to hide what was in my face. A low growl rumbled in Hafporir’s throat.
“Oh little wolf prince, you do not need to be threatened. I have no need of your mate. I am here for one thing, and that is to leave your bodies at Yor’s gate to rot. He hates to be disturbed when he is planning the conquering of kingdoms and the killing of old, weak kings.”
Hafporir drew his sword. It gleamed in the moonlight. I looked from him to Verlock. He did not know what I knew. He did not know that before us stood the most powerful sorcerer I had ever encountered, my teacher, my former lover, and the one who did so much worse than break my heart. He stood here, an open traitor to our kingdom of wolves.
“And why are you here, Verlock?” I stepped forward. I had to stall for time. Had to think of something. Then, it was just for a second, but a gate flashed behind him. I could see from a twitch on Hafporir’s face that he saw it too.
Verlock was keeping the gates disguised, and something about what I said had distracted him for just a moment. The gate towered thirty heads tall and was likely connected to a wall, all of which would be no small task to disguise, even for Verlock. The fact that he was hiding the gate was significant, too. It meant that there were vulnerabilities that he did not want us to see. I could not tell this to Hafporir, but I had to hope, had to trust, that he would be able to see what I saw and to reach the same conclusions.
I looked back to Verlock. His eyes traveled over my body. It turned my stomach. But still, I ran a hand through my hair and smiled. The gate flickered in and out of sight behind him. So that was it. It was me. I was the distraction.
“Tell me why you left me, Verlock,” I wrenched the words from my chest. I could feel Hafporir sinking into despair next to me. His pain had a scent.
I stepped toward him. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
“I left you because you were nothing to me, Draugr. I left because you would never be as powerful as I. I left to find one who was, and what I found, was someone who was far greater than I would ever be, who I could serve, Yor!”
“And the humans feel the same way?”
He waved his hand, “the humans are dead and will die again.”
“They do not know that, do they?”
“That they are doomed? It does not matter if we lie to humans. They do not understand anything anyway. Their lives are fragile and pitiful and short. We are WOLVES.”
“You would kills us, but we are wolves as well.”
“Mmm,” he cracked his neck, “you are impure, interbred. Even you Draugr have the scent of man on you, or is that perhaps just him?”
Hafporir growled. The air crackled with electricity. I could see his hackles rising. In the moment Verlock had his eyes on Hafporir, I began the change. As my mouth lost its human shape, I called out to Hafporir with my final words.
“No, Hafporir - the sword, the gate - run-aaaaaarrroooooo.”
I launched at Verlock’s neck. My teeth just grazed him. He knocked me aside. I tumbled, hitting the wall behind him. The illusion shattered. The wall was in view. Hafporir ran for the gate and began to climb the iron poles. Verlock howled but then I was on him again. He knocked my teeth with a fist that seemed made of stone. He drew a sword and steel met claw with an ear-twisting clang. Hafporir was almost over. I turned my head for just a moment to see him.
The cold of steel pierced my belly and then there was the flash of burning pain. I howled and twisted away like a fish out of water. Hafporir stopped. I could not tell him to go on. I growled at him and barked. My blood fell from my wound to the ground. Hafporir sobbed and then he was over the gate and running. Humans ran to meet him with weapons raised, but his sword became unwrapped and flashed in the moonlight. I rose to my feet and flexed my claws. Verlock looked at me with eyes that were filled only with hate.
“He will not make it. Your sacrifice was for nothing,” he said and swung his sword.
I rolled to the side and before he could say another word, I leapt forward into a frenzy of blood and bone, tooth and claw, sorcery and steel.
Chapter 20
Hafporir
My throat threatened to close around sob after sob. The sword, its folded iron hot around my hand, melded to my skin and led my arm. At least against these half-dead Yor-marked humans, it got me through. I left piles of bodies in my wake while tears streamed down my face and into my beard. When it seemed like there was no one else, I stopped and got my bearings.
Beyond the wall, the land was cleared of all growth. For an hour’s run, it was empty, save of the men guarding the wall, all who were near enough to see me were now dead. Other than them, there was nothing, nothing except the citadel that climbed out of the gray cracked earth like it had stabbed its way out of the ground. As I ran closer, its spires, made of black stone and iron that wept blood-colored rust stains down the outer walls and towers. It looked like something that was wounded and burnt. It made my blood run cold. I shook it off and slowed to a walk to catch my breath as I approached.
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