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CHAPTER 3

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My story was interrupted as three furs walked into the room. I turned and stared at them. Aceh, Cody and a young drake stood by the entrance. Aceh wore his usual black dojo uniform, while the drake wore a white one. Cody wore some green pants and a blue shirt. All of them had stopped the moment they spotted me, their conversation dying in a second. They all stared at me in silence. I slowly rose from my seat and stood there, waiting to see how they would react to y presence.

Aceh was the first to move, stepped forwards towards me. His posture stiff and aggressive. His eyes stared at me fiercely. He stopped within arms reach and stared into my eyes with his piercing blue eyes. Was he going to attack me? I glanced down at his arm, the one which had been injured during our fight. He seemed to be completely healed now.

I stood waiting, the atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. Our last meeting was not on the friendliest of terms, but I had expected him to be understanding towards that at least. Nobody said or did anything. The only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of the fire, and the light breathing of those not holding their breath.

We were all waiting to see what Aceh was going to do. When he finally moved I held myself firmly, awaiting a potential blow. If he wanted to hurt me then I probably deserved it for the way I have acted towards them. I felt his arms wrap around me. I stiffened, only to realise that he was embracing me. Hesitatantly I returned the gesture. I heard a faint purr from him.

"It is good to see you again!" He smiled.

I heard Jason breath out a heavy sigh of relief. I looked round at everyone and smiled. Everyone else was smiling at me. Everyone except Cody.

"How can you forgive him!?" He yelled at Aceh, pointing an accusing finger at me. "He nearly killed you!"

"Cody..." Eric began but was quickly cut off by the enraged fox.

"NO! He is not Malakye! He is not our Malakye!" His anger was beginning to give way to tears, but he was more angry than anything else. "You might be able to forgive him but I won't!"

He stormed out of the room, past everyone into his bedroom. The curtain fell shut behind him. Everyone was stunned to silence. I had never seen Cody like that. I had never seen him so angry before. I had hurt him worse than I had expected. I took a step to follow him but was stopped by the heavy paw of Aceh on my shoulder. He shook his head and then followed Cody into his room.

I sighed and shook my head.

"Aceh will sort him out." Jason assured me. "He's been acting strange since the fight."

"He is just confused." Eric added. "He just needs time. It was a shock to all of us."

I sat back down and looked over at the young drake, dressed in the familiar white uniform of the dojo. He was standing by the entrance, staring at me. He waved nervously and I smiled at him to try and put him at ease.

"Reece wasn't it?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not." He said defiantly, raising his head a little higher.

"That's good." I grinned. I was grateful when he smiled back. He moved further into the room and knelt down near the fire. "So I hear you're living with Aceh now."

"Yes. Master Aceh has been very kind to me."

"They've been fucking each others brains out." Jason whispered loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Reece stared at him open mawed, obviously mortified at Jason's comment. I tried not to laugh but it came out in more of a snort. Jason guffawed and even Michael laughed. Eric grinned as he puffed on his pipe. Reece looked into the fire, and I'm sure that if I could see him blushing through his black scales he would be blushing as brightly as the fire in front of him.

He was young. Very young. Far younger than I had been before having sex. He was attractive though. He had a good body from all the training he had gone through. If their relationship was more than just sex then I was happy that Aceh had found someone. Even if it was just sex then that was okay too. Despite his current embarrassment Reece appeared to be happy.

"So you're sleeping with Aceh." I smiled. I saw him tense at my words. "Lucky." I smiled.

I wish I had had someone like Aceh at his age to teach me how about sex. Not only that but to have a loyal companion you could rely on. Aceh was one of the most dependable furs I ever had the priviledge of meeting. Reece smiled back at me and looked up at me.

"How's the stew coming along?" Jason asked as Michael stirred it. "I'm starving!"

"It's nearly ready." Michael replied. "Are you joining us for dinner? There's plenty to go around."

"I would be honoured." I bowed my head.

"Honoured, shmonoured!" Jason rasped. "You're our bud! A little late..." He smirked. "But you're still family."

"Thanks."

Why had I thought keeping my distance would make things easier? They were all so happy to see me. I had been so selfish in trying to keep my distance. Lying to myself that it would make it easier on everyone when the time came for me to leave. Deep down I had been afraid that the spirit would use my feeling for my friends against me. But now I knew that I would be stronger because of my feelings. The memories and comradary of my friends would give me strength. Callen had been right.

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I crawled out of bed and stretched, my muscles appreciated the movement. The sun was high in the sky as it always was, and judging by the heat it must have been close to midday. I had been pretty badly hurt yesterday, but after my time in the healing pool with Callen all the previous days injuries were gone. My leg which had been struck by an arrow was still a little stiff but that would pass quickly.

The three of them sat around the fire pit as a boar was spit roasted over the fire pit. The two Guardian Deities Callen and Jan'Zar, along with Garr. A huge brute of a warrior who had been aiding in my training.

Callen was the first to notice me. He waved me over and smiled. I nodded but motioned over to the side of the camp. Indicating my need to go pee. He nodded and I padded over the smooth rock that our shelters were built on and stepped down onto the soft grass before stepping through the tree line and once I was happy that I was out of sight I relieved myself against a tree. As I began my way back towards camp I was stopped as someone stepped out from behind a tree a few yards ahead of me. Their features were hidden because they were silhoutted by the sunlight streaming in behind them, but there was only one fur that silhoutte could belong to.

"Garr."

"Feeling better?"

"Much." I smiled. "But you could have asked me that back at camp. Why did you follow me?"

He stepped closer to me. I could smell him so clearly now. Feel his breath on my scales. His scent was fierce, dominant, that of a predator. But there was something else to it now. A familiar muskiness that was hard to misinterperate. Unusally he was not clad in his armour, he was bare fur other than the loin cloth around his waist. His pale fur was short and his muscles showed through it quite distinctly.

He was a huge brute of a fur. Standing at least nine feet tall and packed with muscle. His features were distinctly feline, but not of a species I had ever encountered before. What made him more unusal was the fact he had two black horns protruding out of the top of his head. His race had been essentially wiped out during the last demon war, the last few suriviors now resided here in Aaru, but Garr was the only one I had met.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Just talk?" I teased. "I must say I'm a little disappointed."

He pushed me against the trunk of a tree with some considerable force, if it was anyone else I would assume they would be trying to hurt me, but he was too strong for his own good. He pressed his muzzle to mine and forced his tongue into my muzzle. I didn't resist the mass of wet muscle and suckled on it as it overwhelmed my maw with its impressive size.

After our talk when we bathed yesterday I had an impression that he liked me. But I hadn't expected him to act on it so soon. He was a good kisser, if a little overbearing. When he finally released me I was panting for air just as he was. He pressed his brow to mine in an intimate moment between the two of us. I had never realised how intimate a gesture like that could be.

"What brought this about?"

"I watched you the other night with Callen."

"Jealous?" I grinned.

"A little. I know you have feelings for him." He stared me in the eyes with a soft intensity. "I don't mind sharing you."

I chuckled. He didn't seem offended or confused by my laugh.

"What makes you think I want to be shared?"

He didn't respond with words. He kissed me once more, this time more gently but still with considerable force. I welcomed the kiss, because he was a damn good kisser. I felt groin tingle. He pulled away from the kiss then stepped back two steps. I stared at him and he at me. The scent of our mutual arousal slowly filling the air around us.

"When you're willing to be shared, you know where to find me." And with that Garr stalked off deeper into the woods, his heavy paw steps slowly becoming inaudible as he disappeared from sight.

I began making my way back to camp. My mind was racing with what just happened. But my mind settled when I saw Callen. I sat down on the log across from him. He offered me a plate of meat from the boar that they had cooked over the pit. It was just the two of us.

"Where's Jan'Zar?" I asked. Curious where the Deity of War had disappeared to.

"She had some business to take care of. She said she wanted to give you a couple of days to rest before resuming your training."

"She said that?" I asked skeptically.

"Well... I may have demanded it." He grinned.

"So are we going to work on my spiritual training?"

"In a way. We need to start working on ways that you can defend yourself. You won't be able to sleep next to my sister and I forever."

"Sleeping next to you doesn't sound too bad." I smirked earning a chuckle from the large wolf. "But what do you mean when you say that?"

"You need to learn how to rest through meditation. That way the spirit won't be able attack your psyche when you rest. We will also need to give it less ammunition to use against you?"

"What?"

"It uses your emotions and memories to try and weaken you." I remembered the nightmares well enough. "So I need to teach you how to detach your emotions from certain memories."

"That sounds difficult." I admitted. Detaching emotions from memories?

"But given your situation it is essential. We should have started this before you began training with Jan. But I was enjoying our time together, and our relationship is something that the spirit can use against you." His ears fell flat and he no longer looked me in the muzzle, but instead stared into the fire pit guiltily. "I hope you can forgive me. I was selfish and have put you in even more danger."

"I don't blame you." I tried to console him. "If I had the choice, I wouldn't change a thing."

"That's kind of you to say." He smiled. "Jan really chewed me out over this."

Was this what they were talking about when I was sleeping? Was that why Garr made his move in the woods? While I found Garr attractive physically attractive I didn't actually have any feelings for him in that sense. Was this him giving me a way to vent my sexual frustrations without the emotional link I had with Callen? It would be a lot more difficult to for any sort of romantic feelings for someone who beats you to a bloody pulp every other day.

"So where do we go from here?"

"First I need to teach you how to suppress your emotions. Understand that this is a key part of your training Malakye. The spirit within you is powerful, and we only do this in the most extreme of circumstances." His tone was flat and serious. His gaze intense. There was no mistaking how serious he was being right now. "You will change as a result of this. Practically become a different furson. Memories of your friends, family and lovers... you need to distance yourself from them. Bury them some where deep inside you so that the spirit cannot access them."

"How do I do that?" I asked, a little scared now. The memories of my friends and family were pretty much all that I had of my other life now. They were my motivation to push through the hardships of this training so I could return home. If I lose that connection would I still want to return home?!

"We have some ways to do this. Some more... permanent than others." I'm not sure what he meant by that, but it didn't sound good. "But don't misunderstand me Malakye. Your bonds will be what gives you the strength to overcome the spirit within you. But right now they are a hinderance, a weapon to be wielded against you. Eventually though they will become a powerful weapon which will see you through the darkest of times. And when that time comes you will need to forge your bonds anew in preparation for the final battle."

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I had missed my friends more than I realised. The more time I spent with them the more the barriers I had places around their memories crumbled away. Was I ready to use these emotions as a weapon against the spirit or would they be used against me? Only time would tell. But right now I didn't give a damn about all of that. I had missed this. Now if only Cody could forgive me.

As Michael was serving dinner Aceh and Cody emerged from his room. Cody looked sullen and depressed, his muzzle damp with tears. He didn't look directly at me. Aceh sat down next to Reece and Cody sat next to him. Michael handed them each a bowl of stew as well as a chunk of freshly baked bread.

The food was good. We all ate in relative silence. I hadn't realised how hungry I had been. I devoured the food and once I'd finished I leant back in my seat and belched in satisfaction. Jason finished his about the same time as me and let out a thunderous belch which dwarfed my own.

Reece laughed at our crudeness as Micheal rolled his eyes at our behaviour, but he was still smiling. Eric smirked in amusement, as did Aceh. I couldn't help but smile myself. Cody seemed to perk up a little but still seemed distant and would do nothing more than glance my way, looking away when he saw me looking at him.

"That was some good grub! Thanks Honey!" Jason leant over and kissed Michael on the side of the muzzle.

"Your welcome Sweety." Michael turned and kissed him back.

"Yes, excellent food." Eric agreed. "Made all the better when shared with friends and family."

He turned to me when he said that, his eyes smiling at me. I felt a warmth in my chest. I looked at Cody, he was looking at me but looked down the moment he realised I saw him. His ears went flat against his head.

"Come on Malakye." Jason insisted. "Finish your story!"

"What?"

"You were telling us about your time in Aaru!"

"So I was." I looked around and I saw that Aceh was curious and Reece seemed facinated. "Well then... where was I?"

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I woke up as something struck my leg. My eyes snapped open to see Jan'Zar. Her dark eyes scowling down at me as she stood over me. Her skin was thick with war paint as usual, I hadn't actually laid eyes on her without it. She was intimidating to look at. But I suppose that came naturally to the guardian deity of war.

I looked around and noticed that Callen was nowhere to be seen. For weeks now I had slept next to Callen, and I had become accustomed to waking up in his arms. His scent was all around me like a comforting blanket. But I was a little hurt that he hadn't woken me to say goodbye.

"Come on!" Jan'Zar barked harshly and threw me a piece of flatbread. "You can eat while we travel!"

I followed Jan'Zar through the dense forest. Even after all this time I was still amazed at the wonders of this place. Small creatures the like of which I had never seen skittered through the undergrowth, feral birds flew over head, squaking loudly in the branches above. The blazing sun overhead, blocked by the thick canopy which protected us from the worst of the intense heat. The constant calls of birds and other animals echoed around us.

I had been told about some of the larger creatures that stalk the lands of Aaru. I had yet to see any of them in person. But Callen had described them to me at length. I was keen to see them, while nervous about it at the same time. But the forest we resided in seemed to be a relatively safe place to be. I'm not sure if it was the mere presence of the deities themselves, or magic like the runes that protected our camp kept them at bay.

We walked for hours. I was getting tired and sweaty from the constant travel in the warm climate of Aaru. By the time we arrived at our destiniation the sun had already passed overhead and it was late in the afternoon. We stepped into a clearing where a river flowed. At the bank of the river was easily the biggest fur I had ever laid eyes on. He stood up as we approached. He wore a set of incredibly heavy looking armour, which was made of a brass coloured metal. The armour had an intircate design and the metal itself was incredibly thick. It would take a lot to try and even put a dent in it. No normal fur could wear such a thing. Protruding from the chest plate of his armour was the muzzle of a savage feral beast, the top row of its fangs hung over his stomach. Both shoulders bore a similar design.

The heavy armour clanked from the simplist motion. The armour covered his chest and shoulders, leaving a small portion of his midrift exposed. He wore a loin cloth made from the same metal and chainmail, as well as matching gauntlets. The rest of him was covered in a thick white material which looked like leather.

"Good day Garr." Jan'Zar greeted the massive warrior.

"Good day my Lord."

"Lord?" I asked quietly, not intending on the word slipping out.

"Yes." Garr replied.

I was now just a few yards away from him and I only came up to his chest. He was taller than my my father Kaldor and far more muscular that any fur I had ever met. He was a litteral wall of muscle. The white leather he wore over his body bulged and shifted with every simple motion he made.

He looked like a feline of some sort, like a lion only he had four black horns protruding from his head. Instead of a mane he had a thin strip of crimson fur ran up his neck and onto the crown of his head. It stood upright in clumps the shape of bloody spikes. I had never seen or even heard of a species like him. His scent was definitely predatory. If I knew anything about Garr then it was the fact that standing this close to him made a deep primal fear scratch at the back of my mind.

"I have dedicated my life to serving the one who saved mine." He motioned to Jan'Zar who was now kneeling by the river washing her neck with the cool, refreshing water. "I was on the brink of death and she saved both me and my kin. To repay her I swore that I would serve her until my dying breath."

"Oh... That's very honorable of you." That seemed to be the right thing to say. He smiled down at me.

"Yes Garr here has served me dutifully for centuries now. The finest warrior I have ever met."

"Centuries!?" I blurted. Just how old was he?!

"Hmm." Garr growled affirmatively in response to me exclamation. "Not only did she save my life but she did me the honour of making me immortal. I don't grow older, or suffer from sickness or disease."

"But he can still be killed if he's not careful!"

Garr simply smiled at Jan'Zar's comment as if amused by it.

"You think he's capable of killing me?" He asked.

"Huh? Me kill you?"

"Yes. I am here to train you how to fight!." He replied.

Oh... fuck!

"What are you waiting for?" Jan'Zar snapped as she took a seat on a nearby bolder. "Get to it!"

"Woah!" I yelled running up to her. "Just what the hell is this all about?! Just what am I meant to be learning here?!" When Callen was training me there was always a specific lesson he would be trying to teach me.

She smiled down at me with a sinister grin. A grin that sent a cold shiver up and down my spine.

"You're going to learn how to survive."

"What are..." I didn't get a chance to finish my question as I heard movement behind me.

As I turned round all I could see was the mountain of muscle, Garr, standing over me with a massive warhammer raised over his head with a single arm. I leapt away the split second before it struck the ground. The ground shook from the impact and where I had stood just a moment before was now a small crater! He had literally tried to kill me!

I eyed the weapon he held. It was a warhammer, double headed with the emblem of an avians skull in the center, bone like wings spread over the two sides of the hammerhead. The head of the hammer was so large and heavy looking I doubted I'd be able to lift it, let alone swing it effectively! If I got hit by that I'd be killed!

"Good reflexes." Jan'Zar mocked. "Now pick a weapon from the pile over there."

True enough by the bank of the river there was a large pile of weapons sitting on a blanket on the ground over by where Garr had been sitting when we had arrived. I looked back at the pair and stood there unsure of what to do.

"If you would prefer to fight Garr without a weapon that's fine. You've got till I count to ten and then Garr will attack you until one of you is unable to continue. One."

"Shit!" I turned and ran for the pile of weapons.

"Two." I dropped to my knees by the pile of weapons and looked for one I could use.

"Three. Four." I grabbed a metal spear from the pile and stood up to face Garr. Jan'Zar sat atop the boulder behind him and gave me a sinister smile. "Ten!"

I went wide eyed as I realise the fight had just begun. Garr launched himself towards me a moment later. He was not only huge but fast! Not just surprisingly fast! But actually FAST! He covered the distance in a second, his powerful legs propelling him forwards at incredible speed. I leapt to the right, the hammer came so close to hitting me I actually felt the rush of air from it on my scales. As I turned to face him my muzzle was met by the back of his paw, and the hard steel of the gauntlet that covered it.

I was sent spinning through the air. I landed on the ground hard, the left side of my muzzle numb and stinging.The taste of blood in my maw. The world around me spun as my vision blurred. All I could hear was high pitched ringing noise. I tried to get up, first getting on all fours and then attempting to stand but I fell back to all fours as my head was still spinning from that last blow. Eventually I managed to get up but even standing up straight was a struggle. I felt something moving in my maw, I shifted it it around with my tongue and spat it out. A glob of bloody saliva hit the ground and in the middle of it was one of my fangs!

"You're going to have to do better than that!" I heard Jan'Zar call out. "Garr!"

Garr launched himself at me once again, but this time I had no hope of being able to dodge it. He barrelled into me and sent me flying. I hit the ground with a heavy thud, the impact driving the air out of me. I was completely overwhelmed! I looked up at the towering warrior standing over me, my head still spinning. Moments later I passed out.

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I leapt to the left to avoid devestating attack from Garr's hammer as he swung it in a downward arc towards me. It struck the ground with a heavy thud. Nine days had passed since my first encounter with Garr. During those nine days I had sparred with him like this relentlessly. Jan'Zar watched as she always did. She always wore a grin during our spars, and I use the term spar loosely as I felt like I was fighting for my life each and every time. She was enjoying my struggle against the mountain of a warrior.

Garr's orange slitted eyes followed me as I dodged his attack. I had not come close to beating him. Barely able to stay alive. One wrong move and that hammer would kill me with a single stroke. I had been struck by that hammer numerous times during the course of our training, the results of which usually ended up with me having broken bones, or blood filling my lungs that one time he had caught me in the chest.

If it wasn't for the ample supply of healing water, the same water from the pool I had woken up in here in Aaru, I would have died the first day training with Garr. As much as it was a relief knowing that that water could heal any wound I could suffer at the paws of Garr, excluding that of an instantly fatal strike, I did not want to drink it unless I had to. The pain that came with the rapid healing was more painful that the beatings I took to begin with. It left me in agony for hours after the wounds had healed.

Garr stepped forwards and swung his hammer in a horizonatal arc at me. It missed me by mere inches. Garr was fast, especially so for someone of his size. In our first few fights I was completely over whelmed by his speed. But I had since come to realise that most of his speed came from bursts of strength, which meant he was fast when moving in a straight line, but he was a little slower when turning on the spot.

As his hammer passed by I had to resist the urge to try and drive the tip of my spear into his exposed torso, into a gap in his thick armour. I had tried that numerous times already, none of which had any effect except to leave myself open to his next attack. If my spear didn't bounce harmlessly off his armour then he would either grab me or the shaft of my spear before the attack could land. At this point I was certain that the way he left himself open after that attack was an obvious lure. I backed away another two steps and readied myself.

"You can't win if you don't fight back!" Jan'Zar taunted.

She was right though. Right now I was just dodging and playing defense. Eventually I would either make a mistake or become worn out. Garr showed no signs of fatigue despite the fact that we had been fighting now for a considerable length of time while wearing that incredibly heavy set of armour, and wielding the immensly heavy hammer. Myself however I was reaching my limit! In the next few minutes I wouldn't be able to keep up all the dodging and running I was having to do. I was already using my nen just to keep up!

Garr launched himself towards me and I raised my spear. He swung his hammer with an outstretched arm so it struck the tip of my spear. The force knocked the spear to the side and out of my grasp. With the spear knocked aside Garr barrelled shoulder first into me unhindered, driving the heavy steel of his shoulder guard into my chest. I flew backwards onto the ground, tumbled head over heel until I finally came to a stop.

I coughed painfully as my lungs gasped for air. A massive paw grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me up off the ground and then tossed me several yards through the air effortlessly. I hit the ground hard. My ribs ached with pain and I struggled to breath.

"Pitiful!" I heard Jan'Zar snarl.

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"So what happened?" Reece asked with a boyish curiosity that made me smile. "Did you ever manage to beat Garr?"

"No." I admitted. "I've come close, but I've never managed to ever beat him."

"Is he really as big as you said he was?" Reece asked.

Garr was as big as I had described. He was the biggest fur I had even met. He would even tower of my father who was the tallest I had ever seen up until meeting him. I glanced over at Cody, his ears were perked forwards and he was obviously listening intently. At least he wasn't ignoring me, even if he couldn't meet my gaze.

"Yes, he really was that big."

"How the hell did you surive through all that?" Jason asked. "I mean... he just beat you every day?"

"Not every day." I smiled. "Eventually I got strong enough and we moved onto other lessons."

"So what happened to Callen?" Eric asked. "It sounds like you were quite fond of him."

"Yeah! What happened to Callen!?" Reece echoed.

Jason elbowed me.

"Did you two fuck?" I think he was just trying to be funny but I guess my reaction gave it away. "Oh shit! You did! You slept with him!?"

"So what?" I said. I could feel myself blushing.

"So what!?" Jason repeated my words back at me with a tone that suggested that the question was the most obvious thing in the world. "You slept with a friggin deity! Was he good? Did you fuck him? Did he fuck you?"

Michael elbowed him, cutting off the relentless stream of questions for a second or two.

"If you really must know..." I felt myself blush again and stared into the fire. "Yes."

"Yes what?" He obviously wanted more details.

"Yes, he was good... very good." I smirked.

"Damn! I'm sooo jealous! No offence Hun." Michael just rolled his eyes at Jason.

"So how did you two... you know..."

"Jason..." Michael began.

"I must admit to being curious myself." Eric chirped.

"Well... we slept together, nothing sexual mind you, as a way to prevent the spirit from attacking my mind as I slept. You remember I used to have nightmares?" They nodded. "Anyway, in the beginning I basically spent every day with Callen...

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We spent every waking moment together, as well as every sleeping one. It didn't allow for much 'personal' time. I found myself 'looking' at Callen more and more as time went on. I'd never been attracted to a wolf before. Mostly because every other wolf I'd ever met wanted to me to die. But Callen was not even technically a wolf, even though he looked to be one.

He was tall, taller than me by a few inches, the biggest wolf I'd ever seen. Thick, soft, brown fur. Muscular. Kind. He smelt damn good too! He smelt like nature. Like the forest first thing in the morning, but with the metallic tang of iron. But despite all that the thing that I was most attracted to were his eyes. A rich golden amber. Eyes that shimmered like a small sun. Eyes filled with kindness.

"You okay there Malakye?"

Callen's voice shook me from my day dream. I felt my crotch tingle with arousal, I quickly suppressed it. I had been staring at him, thinking about what it would be like to sleep with him. He's not a mortal like me. He was a deity. An immortal being that could choose their form at will. I didn't even know if they could have sex, or if they did if he would be interested in me that way.

"I'm fine." I say, casting my eyes down at the ground in front of me.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "It certainly smells like you've got a 'problem'." His tone on that last word told me he knew what my problem was. Of course he did. Callen had an exceptional sense of smell and I could smell my own arousal right now, so of course he could. "If you want some alone time then take it. Unless of course, you don't want to be alone."

"I..." Was he suggesting that...? I definitely needed some relief. A quick paw in the bushes would certainly give me the relief I needed. But it was always better when you had company. If that was what he was suggesting. "I would prefer not to be alone."

"Heh." Callen chuckled. "Well then."

He stood up and with one swift motion discarded his loin cloth, his only piece of clothing. He stood there before me, in all his glory, pink tip of his cock poking out from his plump sheath. I just sat there and gawked, not entirely believing if this was just some sort of dream or if it was real.

I didn't care if this was just some fantasy in my head or not. I needed this! I stood up and discarded my own loin cloth and stepped up close to him. I could smell his arousal now. It was a sweet muskiness mixed with his natural scent.

I pressed my snout into his chest and breathed in deeply the scent of him. I pressed my paws into the the thick, soft pelt of his stomach. The muscled frame beneath his fur was as hard as his fur was soft. I felt his powerful arms wrap around me. I felt safe here in his arms, I trusted him completely. He lapped gently at my neck, I could feel the heat of his growing arousal against my belly, my own arousal pressed against the soft fur of his thigh.

Still held in his embrace he slowly lowered me to the ground, insistant but gentle. I lay down and he hovered above me, holding himself over me on all fours. Those beautiful amber eyes of his stared down at me with passion. Not the eyes of a lover, but something close to it.

He lapped at my neck and then moved to my chest, then to my belly. His tongue washed over my scales and traced it's way delicately around my muscles. By now I was fully erect, my throbbing erection pulsed with need. A need that he attended to with his skilled tongue.

His tongue washed over my length with long, slow strokes. From base to tip. Over and over again until I was writhing in excrutiating pleasure. That's when he took me into his maw and sucked. I grabbed his head in reflex, but I didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, slowly, purposefully. It was the best blow job I'd ever had. He could even give Cody a few pointers!

I didn't last long. Within minutes I was crying out in pleasure, cumming into his willing maw. He swallowed my seed hungrily, sucking my cock until I was drained dry and sensitive. When he stopped sucking me he lay down on the ground next to me, and draped an arm over my chest. I turned and snuggled into him, basking in the safety of his embrace and the warmth of my afterglow.