Something about Him (Patreon)

I’m not one of those shy little ingenues out there. I don’t sit in the corner and wait for some pretty prince to come sweep me off my hooves. Haven’t met a single prince with the balls to try. I like my men like I like my mead, light, smooth, and a little sweet. Not too tart, but with enough spice to know you’re drinking something with bite. I like a little bite.

Hard men are fun as well, but can also be a bit much. They tend to be a little threatened by a ladykin who is more ‘vigorous’ than they are. Soft men are fun too. I rather enjoy them. Beautiful like beaus and pretty little galas; I like them a little effeminate when I want to show someone who's boss. And yes, I’ll admit I favor them young from time to time. It’s so refreshing to welcome the lads into maturity. You know, when they're green, unsure, and need a little ‘guidance’ into manhood. I imagine I’ll grow more fond of that as I get older. Torian is neither of these things.

On the surface he comes off hard. That face, that body, and those sexy scars. He’s got a serious face and an even more serious voice. The wolf tribes of Amarok, the Tikaani, all sound like that. There’s this deliberateness to the way they speak. Like every word is verbalized with a particular emphasis that sounds like easy waves crashing against the shore when they speak Therian. Torian Akuja, is no exception, though his deeper baritone absolutely makes me wet.

It’d been a while since I last saw him. Probably a few months. He’d been traveling with a  Palawan Huntress at the time. Champa, her name was. A tall beautiful woman, with an exotic beauty I couldn’t match on my best day. There was definitely chemistry between the two, and friction between us. She wasn’t shy about letting me know that she had a claim on the scarred wolf. I wasn’t shy about letting her know how little I cared. I’d fuck the canis right on top of her if he let me. She could either join in or piss off. We agreed to disagree on who had the most right to the Kaidon’s cock, so we made nice and shared.

SInce she’s the twin sister of my adorable protege Riyo, I wasn’t keen on making an enemy of her. Especially over a man. Luckily, the Palawa are quite liberal with their love making. As long as I was willing to acknowledge he was ‘hers’, she would have no quarrel. Unfortunately I just couldn’t do that. So the two of us have a friendly, but contentious relationship.

So when I saw that woman wasn’t glued to his hip, I forwent any formalities or pleasantries. I walked right up to him and smiled. Of course he already knew I was there. Can’t really sneak up on an Imakandi without the aid of some serious anti-detection magic. Them boys can sense your soul body through the flow of mana at an alarming distance.

“Good evening, Meriwa.” he greeted me as I approached.

The sound of the Aleut, the language of the expanse, is interesting. Not my favorite language, but in his Tikaani accent it was something else.

Most Tikaani have ancestry in the Free Timberlands. As far south as the Moorlands and north all the way to Belk. I hear there were quite a great number of them of Rutherian lineage. Even in ancient Alemania there were wolfkin. The records show that the wolfkin races were numerous all over Theria and beyond, but now only the Tikaani of Amarok remained.

Torian owed his sexy accent to the true Imakandi. The leonine hunters from Mzimkulu. What I know of the soul hunters is limited. I’ll admit, I only grew interested in them after meeting the handsome wolf, but from what I could gather, they, like the current Imakandi, were the best hunters in the world.

They’d come to Theria to hunt worthy prey and were initially accepted in the Court of Lions in the South; but the Imakandi cared little for anything more than the hunt. Many attempts were made by many monarchs to control them or bring them to heel, but the Imakandi would not bow to any master. Caring only for their own traditions and customs. At some point the hunters became the hunted, after a usurper king commissioned them to hunt his nemesis, his young nephew.

The Legends say the Imakandi completed this task, but their honor did not allow them to relinquish their prey to his tyrannical uncle. In response the king turned the full fury of his army on the Imakandi, wishing to exterminate them down to the last. Even leaving the kingdom did not grant them a reprieve, as his assassins would work against them wherever they went.

Eventually they found their way north to the icy expanse, where they found the Timberland wolves who managed to survive the mysterious parvovian plague. Tikaani history claims that these were the last of the Imakandi, for the assassins had targeted the powerful female hunters first. With only males left, the lions of Mzimkulu could not replenish their numbers.

Banished from the Southern Kingdoms, they could not mate with other lions. They of course laid with the wolves and other races of the expanse, but, with little luck. Like most interspecies unions, all of their offspring were the race of the mothers, not the fathers. Though their progenies did manage to develop many fraternal traits.

The Tikaani saw the Imakandi as saviors. Their hunting techniques and arcane abilities were key to surviving in the inhospitable north. Overtime, the wolves adopted many of their customs, mannerisms, and of course, a bastardized version of their language. Though they only speak it true on the hunt.

I’ll admit, I’ve never thought I’d do so much reading just to learn about a man. It seems a bit much, I know; but Torian and his people are fascinating. A unique blend of several cultures that make for one of the most universally appealing pools of men in any land. I’ve met quite a few of his kind in my day and they all manage to get me a little wet. What can I say, I like to live dangerously. Afterall, historically the wolfkin were always the enemy of the schweinen. If that’s true, then he can huff, and puff, and blow me down any time. Though as I placed a hand on his lap, I was pretty sure I would be the one doing the blowing.

“Meriwa,” I swooned, trying to imitate his accent. It was a poor imitation. It was his pet name for me and I was sure it meant something like needle or thorn. He smiled, but did not recoil from my touch.

“So... will our Palawan friend be joining us soon?” I asked, hoping for a certain answer.

I did not miss the small roll of his eyes or the wistful look he tried to hide. I’m a big girl and I know where I stand. I’m not trying to win the rivalry, I just enjoy having it.

His expression told me that she was not around and that he of course still thought very fondly of her. It also said that he knew damn well what the two of us were ‘on’, and he found it juvenile. He may be able to read nature signs and sense the very essence of living beings through the flow; but his poker face was shit. Honest people are really bad at being ‘deceptive’. I could tell he was tired of fielding that question.

“Despite my fondness for her and your assumptions, Champa and I are not mated. She is free to come and go as she pleases. I will see her again when the wind carries my scent back to her memory.” he replied simply. I wanted to fuck him right there in the bar.

Having a sexy voice is one thing, but the man always talked like poetry. There was just something so alluring about it and I wasn’t keen to hide my arousal.

Moving forward, leaning my body into his, I laid my breasts upon him, moving my snout to nuzzle his chin.

“Awww, left you alone did she?” I teased.

“Left you cold? Missing the warmth of another in your bedroll?”

He grinned then. Deep and toothy. I felt his hand on my thigh as he ran it up to my buttocks. He gripped it tight and pulled me in. I wanted to squeal like a little piglet, but I refrained. Yes, I’d been drinking, but wasn’t so tipsy that I’d be beside myself. I didn’t want to come off like a flustered little sow. I am a confident warrioress who knows exactly what I want. And what I wanted that night was thick, long, and chocolate.

“Meriwa,” he began as he leaned into me.

“I walk with the spirits of my ancestors. I am never alone.” he assured me.

“But the company of a woman of your caliber would certainly be welcome. You honor me with your interest.”

I’d honor him with my mouth on his cock if he’d let me, but I don’t think he’s that immodest and I wasn’t quite that drunk.

I leaned in more and kissed him. Parting that muzzle and putting my tongue in his mouth. He did not disappoint. This one never did. Grabbing the back of my head and pulling me closer. The wolf tasted like witch berries and amaretto. He obviously was a fan of the sweeter liquors.

We shared that kiss for a while. Long enough that I’d forgotten the other patrons and began to unfasten the clasps of his armor. I only stopped when he placed a hand on mine and broke our kiss, whispering;

“Forgive the little proprietary I yet maintain, but I’m not quite as bold as the ‘Pink Flash’,” he chuckled, invoking my ‘Knight’s Title’.

“What I have to share with you, my dear, I would not share with so many.”

I watched his eyes as he looked around the room. Purely for my benefit of course, but I got his meaning. Prying eyes wanted to see just how far the two warriors would go. I blew a kiss to a particularly interested looking boar. In his eyes he longed for me to invite him over. With any other kin I might have; but this was an opportunity to have the wandering wolf all to myself. If I’m being honest, I don’t mind being shared, but I’m not all that keen to share.

“Come with me then, liebling.” I whispered into his ear before biting it.

“I rather like the idea of having you all to myself.”

Taking him by the arm I pulled the handsome canine to his feet and led him to the door. He was momentarily surprised I didn’t make for the stairs. The tavern did have rooms for rent upstairs, but I was drinking on my employer's dime. I had much better accommodations waiting for us.

I managed to keep my hands off him for all of two minutes on my way to the Mayor’s Manor. The settlement of Oshford was one of the better developed in the central Timberlands. Still far away from the Belkins and their war machine. The city was relatively peaceful. I mean, aside from the bandits I’d been hired to deal with.

The mayor of Oshford had contracted my little mercenary band, the ‘Schwarzwind’ to deal with them. She’d let us operate out of her Manor for about a week and we’ve been making good progress. Belkin diserters, they’ve been making trouble on the roads and had a hideout in the woodlands to the east. My boys and I tracked them down and dealt with them properly just this morning, and that’s why I was out celebrating. The rest of the gang was either back at the manor or with my second, Ysarra, mopping up stragglers. Given that we had the run of the place for at least another two days, I was going to make good use of my time.

We kissed and fondled each other shamelessly as we walked down the street.

Torian is a little over six feet tall, with a full, onyx fur coat, that did little to hide his fit, toned form. His long, wild, ebony locks were tamed only by the long braid in the back that ran down to just above his tail. Behind his unruly bangs hid golden eyes that stared right into the soul. A gaze that always moistened me up.

When we were just outside the gate I jumped into his arms. His powerful hands gripped my buttocks and bared my weight in all my armor and equipment with ease. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued kissing him fervently, ignoring the guards who by now were more than familiar with me.

A skunk and a ferret, the two pretended not to notice us pass. But I could hear them gossiping about me when they thought we were out of earshot. The skunk mused that I’d probably fuck them both if given a chance. I might’ve, if they’d bothered to be interesting. The ferret was handsome and the skunk wasn’t ugly; but I’m more attracted to personalities than faces, so neither left much of an impression.

In a bit of good fortune one of my comrades, a black lion named Adebisi, was stepping out as we came in. I spared him little more than a glance as Torian walked past carrying me inside. The look on his face was a mixture of exasperation and understanding. He knew full well that my loins quivered for the ebony wolf. They’d met a few times before.

“Kaidon,” he nodded, addressing Torian by his formal title.

“Adebisi,” Torian replied with an equally respectful nod. The two always had a sort of formal admiration for one another as warriors. It was cute and I often wondered what it would be like to maneuver them both into bed with me. I almost suggested it, but then some scullery maid darted out from behind Adebisi looking bashful. Her expression told me he was on the same mission as I, so I did not wish to delay. I simply gave him a knowing smile and went back to kissing on my canine.

I didn’t bother to tell Torian which room was mine. He seemed to already know. A tracker through and through, I bet he followed my scent to where it was strongest in the house. I jumped down when we reached the door. There was no one else in the hall, so I decided this was as good a place as any to get started.

Pushing him back against the banister, I forwent going into the room for a little voyeuristic fun. He gave little protest as I reached up and unfastened the tie that held his trouser aloft. He began removing his armor, but that was a more complicated endeavor than mine. By the time he managed to remove the intricately crafted bone back and breasts plates, I already had his thick, mahogany member in my mouth and down my throat.

To my surprise Torian wasn’t musty or rank, even after what I suspected had to be at least a few days of travel to get to Oshford from wherever he’d come from. I knew well that he wasn’t in town the day before or even that afternoon; but it seemed the Imakandi kept himself clean. Probably paid a coin or two to wash up before getting himself a drink.

Good hygiene is a great quality in a man. Though I’ll admit I’ve ignored such things when the mood has taken me. There’s usually not much more than a lake and a pale when out on the road.

The wolf’s musk was heavenly. All mansculine and virile. I indulged in his scent while I sampled his flavor. I found the fragrance to be erotic. Without a care in the world I took two handfuls of his ass and began to gorge myself on his dick. Pushing down before pulling up, relaxing my throat and accepting his length. He was decently long, but not the longest I’d ever taken. I doubt any can compete with a stallion or a dragonkin, but he was certainly the thickest I’d taken.

His penis filled my mouth and engulfed my throat. If I wasn’t so experienced at the craft I’d probably have gagged.

Instead I took his meaty member down to the base. Licking forward on his balls as I pressed my snout into him, enjoying the smell. Licking out and adjusting my position, I massaged his manhood with my lips before pulling back. His soft barks and almost inaudible whines were the best indication that I was doing a good job. Of course the way his hands gripped the wood of the banister tightly as his knees weakened was another. I saw it as confirmation that he was pleased with my efforts.

He lasted quite a while. Longer than most. As I bobbed my head to and fro, I could hear his breathing get heavier. His body tensed and I could sense a little distress as I heard a small gasp from behind me. Given the softness of the sound and the lack of an embarrassed apology or an admonishing rebuke, I could tell it was Muuki, one of the Keeonik otter twins the party had adopted. It wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed me taking a thick one to the mouth. Not even the first time he’d seen me suck this particular cock. I knew he liked to watch, so I continued on, enjoying myself.

If Torian had a protest, he didn’t voice it. He never did. I like to think that he wouldn’t be able to under my expert administrations. The soft sounds of the otterkin stroking himself gave me motivation to put on a show, so I did all the little naughty things you do when you’ve got them where you want them.

I licked the shaft and sucked his balls. I stroked his length while passionately sucking the tip of his prick. I even made sloppy wet noises as I pressed the beautiful appendage against my lips and sucked down the underbelly, tracing circles with my tongue. It wasn’t long before the mighty hunter loosed his first shot. Obviously I was there to make sure it hit true.

Opening my mouth wide I managed to get most of the first splurt, but some still went across my nose and up over my hair. I could feel his strong hand as he gripped the back of my head, forcing my open maw down over his shaft. He grunted and growled as two more spurts of milky white cream spewed over my tongue. I moaned;

“Mmmmm....” as I swallowed it down. More for Muuki’s benefit than my partners.

After swallowing most of what I could, I kept the rest of the torrent in my mouth. Slowly I rolled it around my tongue and then licked it back onto his shaft. I watched him shutter as I continued to tease his now sensitive organ. I turned my gaze to the young otterkin as I did so, looking him straight in the eye as I ran my tongue around the swollen phallus, cleaning it ove cum and saliva. When I was done I smiled. Muuki came.

All the blood must have gone to the boy's erection, because he fell down on his ass, light headed, when he blew. His soft white swimmers pooled on the floor before him as he breathed heavily, never taking his eyes off me. I blew him a kiss.

“Alright boy, you’ve had your fun. But tonight I’m keeping this tart to myself.” Torian began, picking me up from where I rested on my knees. I felt so light as he put me over his shoulder and slapped me on my ass. I waved to Muuki as Torian opened my bedroom door and went inside. The otterkin just sat there blushing through his fur, his still erect cock leaking his arousal. I was sure he’d be thinking about that little show for the rest of the week.

Torian said nothing to me as we entered the room. He simply threw me on the bed and began and shut the door. By the time I got up on all fours and got my wits back about me, he’d already fully undressed and was on his way. I decided not to waste time and did the same, unclasping my armor and belts to remove my top.

I got most of it up over my head before he grabbed me by the top of my shorts and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His warmth felt nice around me as he hugged my waist to get at the buckles of my belt. With practiced ease he unbuckled, unfastened, and unzipped my lower garments and pulled them off. My pretty pink pussy must have been a little too enticing, because I was only able to get my breastplate and pauldrons off before he was pulling the cheeks of my ass apart.

Snorting loudly, I cast my burden aside and cried in pleasure as he drew the warm head of his prick across my dripping sex. I wasn’t shamed to beg him to put it in and just fuck me already. I was plenty thankful when he did just that.

Like always, the sex was amazing. Hands down one of the best lovers I’ve ever had the pleasure of being pounded by. He wasted little time sheathing his sword into my slit. Grinding it down and leaning forward, putting all the weight of his pelvis into the thrust. I screamed ‘YES!’ as he pulled back on my hair and started to buck. The sloshing sounding of his manhood stirring up my insides filling the room. They could even be heard over my cries of ecstasy and his grunts of exertion.

With a full head of my pink and blonde hair in his grasp, he pulled my head back like he fucking owned me. At that moment, I was pretty sure he did. When he kissed me I kissed back. Wanting, needing, feverishly longing to please him. I almost cut my gums against his fangs as we explored each other's mouth. Me refusing to end the kiss and him not stopping the pace of his mighty thrusts. It felt fucking AMAZING! When he let me go to focus on his rhythm, I moaned a little, licking his chin.

“Fuck me you beautiful bastard!” I ordered, but he needed no further motivation. Doing just that.

I’m not sure how long we were going at it. My head began to swim after my second orgasm and by the third, he was almost spent himself. I felt him tense again as he pulled back a bit, but I quickly gripped his thighs willing him on.

“Cum inside me! Fill that pussy with your fucking seed! I wanna have all your fucking wolf babies!” I admitted. I’m sure he’d chalk it up to dirty talk in the moment, but if I’m being honest. I meant every fucking word of it. I’d let that man fill my belly with a litter or two if he wanted. He was damn worthy and I’m sure it’d piss Champa right off.

Fortunately I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that it wouldn’t come to that. I made a habit of chewing the fuck out of Mindell Root, a natural contraceptive. You didn’t want to be towing a piglet or two around doing the kinds of things I got into. Just wasn’t responsible. Still, I did wish a little that wasn’t the case. At that moment, I wouldn’t mind forever being tied to that man.

His climax was heavy. It sent a surge of heat through my nethers and up my belly. Feeling him inject me with several loads of semen triggered my own orgasm, and we came together. For a time I didn’t stop bucking and he didn’t stop thrusting. Neither of us wanted the moment to end. Eventually though it just started feeling too good and I had to stop. Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed and fell over on top of me. Still emptying his spunk into me. By the time he was done I was far too tired to even move. I just lay there letting his love leak out of me onto the bedspread.

I wanted to say something clever. Something that expressed that I felt more for the man than simple attraction. There was a connection there between us, something that you only get between lovers who’ve put their lives in each other's hands. Perhaps I didn’t know him as well as others. Or love him as strongly as Champa did, but the heroic hunter had a piece of my heart as well as a piece of my ass. I wanted him to know that. I wanted to say something sweet and poetic like he always did, instead I tiredly blurted out;

“Fuck, I’ve missed you!”

It wasn’t Hölderlin, but it got the point across. He nuzzled into my neck and whispered;

“Never miss me, Joanna. I am always with you in spirit.” I was so impressed that I hardly noticed he’d used my real name. When had he learned it? Had I told him? I didn’t know and frankly I didn’t care. I turned into his arms and kissed him deeply.

“See, you keep saying shit like that and I’m just going to have to have all your babies.” I laughed. He laughed as well, but I was serious. Unfortunately I would not be able to express my earnestness. The fog of exertion and aftersex fatigue, coupled with the alcohol finally catching up to me, made my mind hazy and my eyelids heavy. I thought I heard him say something like;

“Perhaps someday,”, as I fell asleep. The thought gave me good dreams.

He was gone again by morning, having left a note with my companions. They told me that he and several of them had tried to wake me, but I refused to be stirred. I even punched Adebisi in my sleep. Free from the alcohol and the love fog, I was modest enough to feel embarrassed for what had happened the previous night. Not anything I’d done, especially not blowing him in the hallway. That was fun! No, I only turned red when I remembered my bold declaration of wanting to change jobs from a sellsword to a broodmare for handsome wolf cubs. I couldn’t believe I'd said all that out loud.

I kept my composure, though I was screaming inside, worried about whether or not I’d made it weird; but the note he left calmed me down. I smiled as I perused its contents. It read;

“To my little thorn, you were quite the lightning rod again last night. Thank you for the wonderful memory. I must head north to continue my hunt, there is evil afoot and I must bring those responsible back to Amarok to pay for their crimes. Should you find yourself near Atrieno, I will be there tracking my prey. I’m not sure you’re quite ready to be a mother, nor am I certain I would be ready to sire heirs. I’m sure you know that there are others who would fight you for that dubious honor, but if you are interested in resuming our little rendezvous, I would welcome your company.

May the rivinua ever guide you;

Torian.”

I grinned when I put the letter in my pouch. With something of an idea in my head, I turned to my party and asked a simple question;

“Who here wants to go to Atrieno?”