Creating Bonds
#1 of The First City
So, here it is. March. A month of very impressive gaming is ahead of those of us who follow such things (BFBC2, hell yes!), the world is on the cusp of cooling down south and the more northern reaches are beginning to thaw. That is, of course, until the next blizzard. And how are those eastern U.S citizens going to keep warm, when it hits? With the all new, revamped and upgraded version of Faora Meridian's M-Preg March!
That's right! That little crack I made in the introduction for Expanded Family back in March of last year, declaring it the month of M-Preg? Well, it came around and bit me in the arse around January. The whole point of writing my The New Tribe series was to explore a different kind of content for the stories I upload to SoFurry and FurAffinity, namely the concept of Male Impregnation and pheromone-based mind control. But I left a lot of loose ends (Vorja's amongst them, har har har) in that world. And then I did the worst possible thing. I started thinking.
So this is the result! The First City is a new, four-part series to be released weekly throughout March for my declared month of M-Preg. Not only will it contain more of that deliciously naughty mind-control musk and male impregnation that the Serevokin dragons are known for, but it'll show just what the results of Asti's actions in the first series were. Expect a lot more information on the society that formed out of Asti's efforts, in and amongst all the hot gay sex. Or... expect to skip over it. But that makes me grumble. I'm looking at you, certain-black-dragon-I-know.
If you're also a writer here and want to try a challenge, spread the word! Give M-Preg March a crack, and see what you can create! And finally, regardless of if you're here for the tail, the tale, or a combination of both, I hope you find something to enjoy in this story and this series!
- Faora, of the Swift River
Creating Bonds
Silikaerati sat still and serene in the cool night. The summer had faded several months earlier, and the stars shone down on the draconic male as he tilted his head up. The moon was bright and full, and it illuminated the night and all around the red-scaled scaled being. His taloned hands rested on his knees, a smooth tail curled around his left side and down his leg. He wore no clothing; the Serevokin needed none for the nights when the moon was high and full. Most preferred a state of undress regardless of the lunar cycle.
It wasn't easy to see Silikaerati - Kaer, to friends and family. In the heart of the capital city of the Serevokin Alliance rested an extensive garden, with trees and flowers and vines that stretched for half a mile. The city itself was built around the garden, with towering spires of stone and crystal that shimmered in the light of flaming torches. The garden Kaer rested in was the location of the city's foundation, a village that had once belonged to the tribal Nakeletori wolves. As the city of the Serevokin Alliance had spread, the original village had been demolished for a great garden to take its place. It marked the spot where the Serevokin species had been saved from extinction, and where they had established a new settlement to live in harmony with the lesser races.
It had been the will of one legendary Serevokin figure - a lone male named Aliastikora - who had managed to first infiltrate the ranks of the Nakeletori. The wolves had been forced to accept the draconic and his lupine breeder-mate Rijaan through a mixture of careful deception, offered assistance and expert diplomacy. Asti had founded in his final years of his long, twenty-year life the first two generations of new Serevokin, and declared them to be the future of their entire race. The Nakeletori had been the first of the lesser species brought into the Serevokin Alliance. The Lissak vulpines, Virilo coyotes and Linorika tigers had soon followed, though the Serevokin influence spread further still across the land.
It took three generations of Serevokin to construct the great Serevokin city of Astikoraanna. With the mentally dominating musk of the draconic species though, that workload was spread out amongst the many lesser races. All too happy to serve the Serevokin, those males who were not taking for breeding and all the females were instructed in their service. Bound by an ancient and arcane curse, the entirely-male Serevokin were unable to breed amongst themselves. For many, many generations, the short-lived species had been able to propagate only through those males they could capture. Forcibly bred with their wills sapped by powerful pheromones, the Serevokin had teetered on the edge of extinction until Asti established a new order of trust, respect and subtle domination of the lesser races. The Serevokin gained willing breeders. The lesser races gained safety and security under the Serevokin.
It was why Kaer had headed into the gardens of the great city on that particular night. He had come of age at a full two years old, matured enough to take on his first mate. With a lifespan of perhaps eighteen years and a gestation period of only two months, the Serevokin had managed to quickly replenish their numbers after Asti had established diplomatic relations with the lesser races. The old order had fallen though, and Asti insisted very publically that the Serevokin not rule as the tyrants that the other Serevokin had become. He had brought to the lesser races the Serevokin culture, and the culture of both the Serevokin and the lesser had mingled together under his leadership. His children had continued that legacy.
So too did Kaer intend to continue his own in much the same way. The gardens were known as the Shal'kol in the most ancient dialect of the Serevokin; the 'Destined Place' in the more modern tongue shared by all races. Beneath the full moon, those Serevokin who reached the time of their maturity all travelled into the gardens to meditate upon their future. It was said that in their meditation, they could call out for their first mate to come to them. There the first breeding would be consummated, if the call was answered by a kindred soul summoned to the Serevokin's side. Should the call go unanswered, then the time was not right for the Serevokin to take a mate. They would wait, until the fates brought their true mate to them on the next full moon, or the next, or the next. It was ritual for all Serevokin, taught by their brother-kin when they were old enough to comprehend; three months of age.
The mystical description was merely lore of the great city; all knew that young Serevokin males took to the garden at the time their mating instincts grasped at their minds and bodies. Those males who were willing to submit themselves to draconic breeding traveled also to the gardens, as Asti had established very early on that only those willing males would be taken. He had punished one of his son-kin severely for taking his mates against their will and overpowering their minds with musk. It limited the Serevokin numbers, but it ensured that the lesser races did not rise up against their betters. Asti had created a unified society of equals, but the brilliant mind of the Serevokin had ensured that his people still somehow flourished above the others.
A distant grunt faded into a moan, and it briefly captured Kaer's attention. Somewhere else in the gardens - further to the east and towards the Linorika district of the city, if Kaer's senses of hearing and direction hadn't failed him - one lucky Serevokin had found for himself a willing breeder-male. It amused Kaer to no end to think of how the lesser races were forced to breed only through the union of a male and female. For the all-male Serevokin, the thought that the weaker sex was the one to care for and birth a child was one that constantly drew their interest. It was impossible for a Serevokin to breed a female of a lesser species; their bodies were twisted by the powerful draconic seed, and death claimed them soon after. Only males could bear the fruit of a Serevokin union, their bodies changed to better accommodate the new life that was to grow within their bodies. The taboos held by many of the lesser races had quickly been swept away by the Serevokin, once those races had been integrated into the Serevokin Alliance.
And yet the night grew old around Kaer. The draconic closed his flame-orange eyes once again as he fell into the innermost reaches of his mind. He was aware of the stories, about the supposed summoning power of Serevokin meditation in the Shal'kol, but he knew better than to believe them. Odds were that there simply weren't any other males in the gardens who would seek him out. It was not as bad as it seemed; there was no shame in finding no mate on one's first full moon of maturity.
Kaer knew he would simply go back home to one of his brother-kin, and vent his needs on their backsides instead. The powerful musk of a Serevokin didn't work on one another, but it was unnecessary. The Serevokin were more than happy to mate for the pleasure of it. It was rare when the unions produced offspring, and the twisted, insane Yesth'kari - Spawned Evil - were always handled immediately in the few cases where they were produced. The curse had not completely destroyed the Serevokin ability to breed within themselves, but the rare results were nothing but rampaging fiends that matured even faster than the Serevokin themselves. They became fully aware in minutes, and were capable of killing within an hour. When the madness set in, they were difficult to stop.
Yet they were rare enough that few Serevokin cared to avoid the pleasure of one another's bodies. It was one that Kaer had shared with his brother-kin, Sholaranati, on the day he'd reached maturity. Laran had taught Kaer much of mating in the days that followed, and a shiver ran through the young draconic's body as his mind was cast back to those impassioned moments. The thought of what was to come when he found his first breeder-male sent a tingle of desire through his loins.
That tingle soured as the barest of sighs slipped from Kaer's muzzle. No male was interested in him. Those that had come by had passed him. They were unwilling to allow themselves to be taken and bred by a Serevokin, or viewed him as an unfit mate. For all the talk of how little shame there was in being passed over on one's first full moon, Kaer felt disappointed in himself. He had expected nothing, but that did little to ease the frustration of his malehood or his heart. He opened his eyes, and they widened slightly.
What he saw had surprised him. It was a canine of impressive ebon fur, so uncharacteristic that it took a moment for Kaer to identify the equally naked young male before him as a vulpine. He'd heard it said that the Lissak rarely produced children that were not covered by the usual red fur, unless they were one of the few children of Serevokin breeding that did not produce a Serevokin child. A slight smile twitched at the corner of Kaer's muzzle; the fox before him was born from a vulpine male. If the draconic was lucky, he too would soon become a Serevokin's birthing-mate. "The moon is full," Kaer softly said, in the gravelly voice of all Serevokin. The words were part of The Rite, that ritual that Asti's firstborn established for the courting of a prospective mate. "She shines down on this hallowed ground."
"Her light illuminates that which is before me," the vulpine responded, his own voice quiet but light. In that moonlight, Kaer could see his silver eyes shimmer in a fashion unlike that of any other Lissak he had ever seen. "On this holy ground you sit in wait. Your desires are inflamed, and your body calls for fulfilment. I have come to you."
Kaer inhaled deep and slow as he tried to keep his tail flat against his leg. Nervousness crept through his body, and he fought to remain still. The urge to tremble came from nowhere he could understand, yet he felt it strongly. "Does the one before me understand the truth of the night?" he asked, unable to keep a waver from his voice. Even as embarrassment flushed through him, Kaer noticed the fox relax somewhat. Perhaps he was as nervous as Kaer felt, and the unease displayed on the draconic's face brought them a mutual understanding. As the vulpine relaxed, Kaer felt himself do the same. "Does he know what is to come, should he remain with me?"
The fox bowed his head slightly as his eyes closed, and Kaer felt a twinge of fresh disappointment. Those curious silver orbs were hidden from his sight, and he felt a strange desire to see them again. "He understands the bond. He understands that which your desires will create. He understands what will come."
A lump formed in Kaer's throat, and the draconic forced it down as he reached into his lap. From within the shadows he withdrew a small knife, its blade curved and emblazoned with ancient runes. He took that knife in one hand and brought its tip down to the palm of the other, and he didn't flinch in the slightest as he pressed that blade down and through his scales. Hidden by the darkness of the garden, it was almost impossible to see the line of blood in the Serevokin's grasp. Carefully he shifted the knife to his cut hand, and did the same with his other. "In blood we are bound," he continued, as his nervousness reached a new level altogether. That was it; that was the moment, and that was the words. The fox had one last chance to turn away. To continue on would complete The Rite.
But the fox didn't turn away. Instead he reached out slowly to take the hilt of the knife from Kaer's grasp, and despite the pain on his face he made no sound as he made similar cuts into his own paws. "In blood we are bound," the fox echoed, as he placed his paws palm-up on Kaer's knees. "My body is offered unto you, in honour of life itself."
That was it. That was all the permission Kaer needed. He reached down slowly and placed his hands in the fox's blooded palms, and each squeezed the other tightly. The warmth of their mingling blood tingled against each other's grasp, as The Rite was completed. The wounds of both pairs of hands knitted themselves closed, bid to heal by the powerful blood of the Serevokin. The fox was his, and equally Kaer was the fox's. Neither knew the other's name, but such was the way of the first mating. The lesser races kept to their own traditions, and many intimately knew their partners. The Serevokin way was not the same. The Serevokin built relationships, just as Aliastikora and Rijaan had been forced to after their first meeting. They did not assume that knowledge of a person would make a relationship work.
As the warmth spread across their palms, Kaer began to pull lightly on the fox's arms. He relaxed his control over his musk as he drew the vulpine in close to him, and tentatively licked up and across his new mate's nosetip with his slender, forked tongue. A quiet giggle from the fox brought a smile to Kaer's face, and the tip of his tail twitched as he did it again with a similar response. He pressed down slightly as he gave those paws a gentle squeeze, and his tongue slipped slowly across the fox's lips.
It almost came as a surprise to Kaer when the fox pressed back in against him. Almost eagerly did the vulpine's lips part, and it was with a smile that Kaer leaned up to meet his kiss. That it was unusual didn't bother the draconic in the slightest - at first, many males were simply interested in the breeding act and cared little for displays of affection - and he smiled against the fox's lips as he felt the other, smaller male crawl up and towards him. A shiver of pleasure rushed through Kaer's body at the motion. His new mate was eager indeed.
That eagerness was more than enough to draw the draconic's ridged malehood free of his genital slit. Along with it came a healthy dose of his mind-clouding pheromones, and it was simple to tell when they hit the fox pressed tightly against his body. A shudder wounds its way from the tip of the fox's tail to his twitching ears, and the kiss was broken long enough for him to moan softly with want. Those startling, shining silver eyes opened for a moment as they looked up and over Kaer's face, before they clouded over with the mounting needs that the Serevokin musk implanted in the deepest recesses of his mind. Kaer had watched on in the gardens some nights, despite the laws that stated it as forbidden. He had seen males he recognized in the city as average, even prudish, become overcome with lustful desire as they submitted themselves to the will of the Serevokin. Even as that potent scent reached the vulpine, his movements remained calm and unrushed.
Their paws still entwined, the vulpine used what leverage and weight he had to ease Kaer slowly back. He crawled up and over the draconic as Kaer's legs straightened out from beneath him. Kaer brought both his arms slowly up to stroke a few fingertips lightly across the fox's side as he released his mate's paws, and almost immediately his scaled shoulders found the weight of the vulpine's arms resting atop them. He leaned his head forward lightly, and the foreheads of the two touched together. Iron silver orbs met fiery orange as the draconic's potent musk flooded the air around them. The vulpine's nostrils flared, and then flared once more.
An unexpected warmth poked at Kaer's malehood, fully extended from his slit. His shaft pulsed back against it, and it was as he nosed lightly up and against his fox that he determined it as his mate's length. Unbidden and still unrushed, the vulpine began to slowly roll his hips down against it. A soft murr slipped from between his lips as he lapped back lightly over Kaer's, before he leaned in gently for another kiss.
Kaer was all too happy to meet him equally. One of his arms wrapped lightly around the fox's middle as he began to slowly sit up again. The other slid down his mate's side, and lifted him gently up into his lap. He began to purr softly with pleasure into the kiss as he felt his shaft pushed up against the fox's front, before the pressure was relieved as Kaer lifted him higher. The vulpine offered no resistance, and Kaer gave him a slightly tighter squeeze as the tip of his draconic shaft slowly dragged down and over the fox's sheath. The soft, short fur tickled along his sensitive flesh as it moved ever lower, before Kaer humped up slowly to drive his length up gently between the vulpine's cheeks.
He drew back as the tip of his malehood ground into the base of the fox's tail. Kaer felt the vulpine's nose rub lightly down along his cheek as he carefully eased himself back, and he felt his tip glide down to rest against his mate's entrance as he took a careful hold of the base of his shaft. Their eyes met again ever so briefly, the unspoken question answered with a glance. Once more Kaer's forehead touched that of the fox, as he began to slowly ease the smaller male down carefully against his tip.
For a few moments, there was simply a mounting pressure. Kaer felt the tight muscles of the vulpine's body resist his length, even as he pulled down gradually harder. He could feel in his mate's body no tautness; the fox wasn't actively trying to keep himself from being bred. To the contrary, Kaer could even feel his mate's hips roll and grind down in an effort to feel himself filled. There was no other option for him, after all. The potent musk that floated in the still air was more than enough to ensure that the fox wanted only one thing in that moment.
Then the tip started to slide forward again, and the black-furred male received exactly what his clouded mind was about to beg for. It came suddenly, as Kaer's pre-slicked tip finally breached that tight ring and slid up and inside the heat of the fox's body. The draconic had to fight to keep a moan from his muzzle even as the vulpine's muzzle parted in a brief yip of surprised realization, and resisted the still stronger urge to yank his new mate down hard along his length or thrust up with all his might. Instead he kept himself painfully still as his mate squirmed harder in his grasp, and allowed the fox to ease himself slowly down into Kaer's lap.
He took it slow and steady, despite the overwhelming need that had to have flooded his mind. Many males simply ground themselves down as hard as they could when taken by the potent musk of the Serevokin. That fox however shivered with delight as Kaer held him, and he eased himself down inch by torturously pleasurable inch. His breath came out of his muzzle in a hiss each time he pressed down over one of the draconic's firm ridges, and at first Kaer had thought the vulpine in pain. The twitch of his ears, the curl of his muzzle and the slackness of his tongue as it hung from the corner of that curled muzzle all told a different story.
It was when the fox had almost reached the bottom of the draconic's malehood that Kaer took over. His arms tightened around his mate as he pulled down a little more firmly, just hard enough to bring him right down into his lap. The occasional hisses of pleasure snapped into a gasp as he was hilted, filled completely by the full length of the scaled male's shaft. His blooded fingers tightened against Kaer's shoulders as his hot breath washed over the draconic's face, and the two males moaned almost as one as their bodies came fully together.
The two stilled their bodies for a moment, save for the rise and fall of their chests as they took quickened breaths. Kaer's length pulsed against the fox's inner walls as they squeezed down around him, and the draconic's arms wrapped gently around his mate's middle as he ground himself up against that snug rump. He could feel the way the vulpine's body shivered and shook against his own, and Kaer was intimately aware of every twitch of that canine malehood as it rubbed lightly back and forth over his smooth belly. It left a trail of the fox's fluids in its wake, and it throbbed between their bodies as its owner wrapped his legs tightly around Kaer's middle.
Every breath the fox took only increased the rate at which he shivered. The heady, intense scent of a Serevokin ready to breed overtook him. He couldn't keep himself still, despite Kaer's intent to give his body time to adjust to its ridged, pre-slicked intruder. He pressed down firmly into Kaer's lap, and his muscles squeezed down tightly around the Serevokin's shaft. Whatever Kaer's desire, it was clear to him exactly what the fox wanted.
As he brought both his taloned hands to the vulpine's side, Kaer humped up firmly against his new mate's rump. There was no more depth to reach, but the jolt was more than enough to draw a moan of deepened want from the fox. As the vulpine wriggled and squirmed atop his malehood, Kaer rolled his hips slowly up and against his backside. His ridged length rubbed back and forth against those squeezing inner wall, and a quick clench from the fox was more than enough to milk a quick little spurt of pre into his body.
Kaer gripped tightly at the fox's sides as he lifted him up ever so slightly. He didn't need much room to move, after all. Before the canine could even begin to open his muzzle to protest being lifted off the Serevokin's shaft, the draconic jerked up with his hips and stuffed his mate full again. The protest in the fox's throat was stillborn, and transmuted into an eager moan of need as the thrust was repeated. His tail lashed from side to side behind him, and it swatted lightly at Kaer's tightly-grasping hands as the draconic began to work himself up into his fox's body.
It was too much for the smaller male to handle easily. His tailhole stretched out by the draconic length of flesh driven over and over into him, the only thought that raced through his head was for more. Thoughts clouded by the powerful suggestions of the Serevokin musk, the vulpine knew that there wasn't as much room as Kaer thought. He knew that if the Serevokin was going to reach the peak of his pleasure - if he was going to breed and fill and seed the fox until his belly swelled with new life - that he needed more room to thrust. He knew Kaer's motions were slowed by the need to support his body and, driven by the musk in his mind, the fox took matters into his own paws.
In one moment, Kaer found his tight grip on the vulpine's hips broken by an impressively strong pair of arms. The fox used those arms to push Kaer's grasp away from himself, and only the intention in his mind kept him from simply sinking down needfully to the hilt on the draconic's shaft again. Instead he lifted one leg lithely up and over the Serevokin's head as he began to turn himself around.
Kaer could do nothing but allow it in those moments, as his eyes squeezed shut. The feel of those snug muscles as they squeezed and twisted around his malehood was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was enough to bring his hips up in a pair of quick, sharp thrusts before the fox had settled himself again. He forced his eyes open to the sight of the fox's back to him, and a growling purr slipped from his mouth as he watched the vulpine lift himself up mostly from that thick shaft.
The fox began to lean forward, and that was all that Kaer needed. He moved with his mate and pressed his weight against that black-furred back, and hilted himself completely in a single hard thrust that brought them both a long, loud moan of pleasure. Beneath Kaer, the fox buckled under the weight placed on him. He shuddered as his malehood was ground into the dirt, and it smeared the soil with his pre as Kaer lifted himself slightly up. His hips drew back harder as the pleasure of the body beneath him urged him on, only to slam against the vulpine's backside as it was raised up against him.
One of Kaer's arms reached down to wrap around the vulpine's middle as he let himself go as much as he dared. His hips drove down again and again against the fox's backside, each thrust enough to cause a puff of stolen breath to rush from the smaller male's muzzle. Panted moans and gasps of pleasure were muffled by the dirt and the grass as Kaer bred his mate firmly against the ground, the full ferocity of a Serevokin breeding withheld to keep from harming his fox.
But the fox would have none of it. The air itself, thick with that powerful scent, would have none of it. It fanned the heat in the vulpine's loins into a lustful, instinctual frenzy. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he needed Kaer to give it his all. Where many males would be discomforted or even hurt by the force of the Serevokin's thrusts deep inside his body, the fox only moaned wordlessly for more. The language of need transcended the verbal; every thrust Kaer made was met by a sharp buck of the vulpine's hips as well. He drove himself back up into the draconic's thrusts, forcing that pre-leaking length to push right into his depths. His own needs turned their act into a proper breeding, fuelled though they were by the scaled male atop him.
Kaer was all too happy to meet the fox's elevated needs. After a few moments, he was certain that the fox was too far gone to feel any pain he could possibly present him. All that could have stopped the vulpine was wiped away by the musk, and only an insatiable need to feel the seed of the Serevokin flood his body was left. The draconic leaned further over the fox, his breath hot against his mate's neck as he gave himself over purely to instinct. Theirs became more than an act of consummation in that moment of surrender to feral, primal needs; Kaer began to properly breed his little male.
His hips drew back quickly and smoothly. Those draconic ridges teased at the vulpine's tailring with every time Kaer pulled away from him, only to draw a strangled gasp of pleasure from the ebon-furred male beneath him. Despite the pre that trickled almost constantly into the fox's body, the sheer force behind Kaer's thrusts kept each driving push of his malehood into that tight passage from becoming too easy. The fox kept squeezing down tight and hard around him, his body begging for Kaer's seed in a manner far more intimate and convincing than any words could ever be.
The draconic squeezed tightly at his mate as he nipped and growled deeply against the back of the fox's neck. The sound was without meaning, but it was more than enough to drive the vulpine right to the edge. It showered his ears in a vocalization of the Serevokin's ownership of his body, to be done with however his mate pleased. It betrayed the intensity of the need in Kaer's body, too much to be constrained only to the frantic jerks of his hips or the pulses of his malehood. It sent a shiver of pleasure through his body stronger than anything he received from that thick shaft grinding against his inner walls. It made the muscles of his legs ache, as he fought to spread them wider. It made him whimper equally wordlessly as he drove his rump harder up into the desperately needy draconic's hips, intent on feeling as close to the Serevokin's full girth inside him as possible. Inch after inch was stuffed into his body, but it wasn't enough. The fox needed more, he needed something else. Pressure built within him, the heat in his own malehood linked to the pleasure that burned within his backside. He knew what it was instinctively. Kaer needed to peak. The vulpine needed to feel that draconic shaft erupt within him, seeding him with life.
Every whimper and writhe of his body brought Kaer closer to that moment. There was nothing in the draconic's mind that fought back against the impending climax. Instinct was everything, and the culmination of their mating was all that mattered to the lust-driven Serevokin. Over and over his hips slapped against the fox's upturned backside, each thrust hard enough to shake the vulpine's body. The force behind each hilting of his shaft in that almost-too-tight passage drove the smaller male into the ground; channels in the grass and the dirt marked where his knees, hand-paws and foxhood had been pushed down into it. That foxhood's knot was fully exposed, sheath bunched up behind it as it was pushed harder and harder down against the ground beneath him. Pleasure surged through his malehood, but he was denied his own peak again and again. Every moment he felt Kaer's length drive into his depths, it felt as though he was about to burst. And yet every time, every thrust, every spark of intense pleasure denied him.
Kaer understood, in some part of his mind that was still above base need. The breeding had already begun to change the little vulpine's body. It was waiting for Kaer, and what Kaer could give him. The rest of the draconic's mind cared not one whit for that piece of information. All that matter to him was the body beneath him, and the need to erupt and seed that needy male. Every squeeze of the fox's muscles urged him closer, every twitch of the vulpine's hips teased him with his climax. When the male beneath him slipped for a moment and hit the ground, Kaer felt the pleasure race through that canine shaft as it pressed into the ground. As the vulpine's body shook and shuddered, the last vestiges of Kaer's control melted away.
Vision burst into Kaer's mind. He saw the fox beneath him, back arched in pleasure as he lay in the garden. The canine faced the Serevokin rather than the ground though, with Kaer's hands tightly pressed against the hips of that pleasure-wracked body. His malehood was buried as deep within his mate's body as it could go, and his fingertips traced up from those broadened hips to the bulge of a very filled belly. The result of the moment that the draconic was locked in; the result of the moment of his climax.
Then the vision in Kaer's mind melted away beneath a firetide of pleasure. Heat raced along his nerves and fixed on his shaft as he roared wordlessly to the stars. His shaft was driven as hard and deep inside the vulpine's body as it could be, just as he had seen, as the first potent jets of his thick, fertile seed raced up his length. His ridges flared against those squeezing inner muscles, teasing the fox with every pulse and twitch of that draconic length as the first spurt marked his innermost depths.
It was relief and fulfilment, it was need and submission, it was all and more. So much sensation wheeled through the vulpine's mind that he lost track of it all. His mind shut down for a moment as his full focus shifted to his rump. He felt every one of those pulses and twitches, and felt the way his inner muscles squeezed of their own accord to pull that oh-so-good load as far into his body as it could be carried. Heat rushed through him even as he felt the burning need in his body quashed by the Serevokin's seed. It doused the fires that burned up his mind from the moment that musk had reached his nostrils, and he was only idly aware of his own climax as jet after jet of that rich, soothing seed flooded his body.
Kaer himself was more aware of the fox's climax. He felt that tight passage clench harder around his length, and it kept him from moving even if he'd wanted to. There was no such want, though; everything that he wanted and needed was lost in the moment as he drained himself into his mate. His essence spread into that vulpine body, mingled with the fox as he was filled. Every drop was surrendered, not one wasted. Everything Kaer had was emptied into his mate in those intense few moments of pleasure, more than an ample amount to bring about the life-bringing changes in that vulpine body.
Finally though the flood came to an end, and the clenching muscles of his fox was unable to draw anything more out of Kaer's body. He slumped down as his strength momentarily gave out, and immediately shuddered as he felt the fox's muscles twitch and squeeze around him again. The vulpine's shaft ground against the sticky ground, soaked through with his own seed. The tip of that canine length continued to drool the whitish fluid across the dirt, adding to the puddle as he felt the heat in his body begin to center itself. His eyes closed as he laid his head against the ground, every panting breath filling his lungs with the scent of garden and musk and dirt and male sex.
It was a few moments before either male could bring themselves to move, though Kaer found it in himself to control the flow of his musk before he relaxed so much that the garden became the grounds for an orgy. The heat of their bodies and Kaer's weight kept the two together until the draconic could at least start to ease that weight back. Rather than slip out from under his body though, the fox simply began to lithely twist himself about around Kaer's still-firm malehood. The draconic shivered as his spent length was further stimulated, and a quiet grunt escaped him before the vulpine beneath him finally lay still. His legs wrapped up and around Kaer's waist as he wriggled down on his back, and his silver eyes glinted in the moonlight as he stared up at the draconic above him. The fox exhaled slowly, deeply, as he nodded once. "I... I am called Lo'tyren'naka by the Lissak," he said, his first words since the Serevokin's musk had pervaded his thoughts and senses. "Many call me Tyren, or Ty... thank you for leaving me my mind. Not many would be so kind, considering my... appearance."
Kaer nodded as he propped himself up on his arms. The black fox's eyes never left the draconic's face, and Kaer found himself unable to look away from them. "You honour me, Tyren," he replied with a short bow of his head. "You came to me and, even were it not codified by our laws, I would not wish to wipe you of all you are before I even know you." All it took was one wrong word, one powerful suggestion by the Serevokin while under the full influence of thick draconic musk, and all that a breeder male was could be wiped away. They became little more than a means to propagate - 'breeder toys' was the term used by the old Serevokin. "What is wrong with your appearance, Tyren? Why would it cause me to behave differently?" His muzzle curled into a smile as he looked over the vulpine's features. "You are unique; quite striking indeed. I am blessed in that you came to me, instead of another male."
Tyren's ears tipped back slightly, and those silvery eyes slipped from Kaer's face to look off into the moonlit garden around them. "My name is as cursed as my body," he replied after a moment. A hint of sadness was present in his voice as he finally turned back up to meet Kaer's gaze. "Lo'tyren'naka are those Lissak who are born from our males, when taken by your people. Rare... and considered bad luck to our people. Some say we are Serevokin in vulpine form, or that the old gods cursed us and sent us to this world as a means of warning against you." He shook his head slowly. "No Lissak would have me. We are reviled. In the Serevokin - and in you - there is purpose for males such as myself. I am considered lower than most Lo'tyren'naka; my father chose a Serevokin mate, as did his father. My family has a long history of such males." Tyren frowned as he looked over Kaer's face. "You did not know this when I came to you?"
Kaer shook his head, and he smiled a little at the fox's confusion and concern. "No, I did not. If I did, what would it change? The gods of the Lissak are not the gods of the Serevokin. All I see is a male brave enough to offer himself up as my mate." The draconic let his eyes drift up and down along the fox's body, and they fixed for a moment on his still-swollen knot and firm length. "And a very, very pretty one at that. As I said, I feel I am blessed."
That time, the fox's ears all but flattened completely against the top of his head. The flush of his flesh beneath the ebon fur of his cheeks left that sign of embarrassment hidden, but Kaer could see clearly in the way the fox began to squirm that he'd struck a nerve. For as little the Lissak must have thought of Tyren, Kaer certainly meant every word he'd said. The little vulpine was, as the lesser races were known to say, cute. He suspected that Tyren would be reluctant to admit the same to himself, though. The Lissak were highly religious. The draconic figured it might be in his best interests to keep a close eye on his new breeder-mate.
When he lifted his gaze to Tyren's face again though, the fox was not looking back at him. Instead his head was tilted back, and his eyes flashed in the moonlight as they darted back and forth between the trees. "Tyren? Is something wrong?" Even as Kaer asked the question, the fox's ears began to twitch towards those trees.
"I thought I heard something," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes continued to drift over the foliage for a moment before he turned back to Kaer's confused face. "I know that many Serevokin could be here... with their new mates. But that is not what I heard." He glanced briefly down over his body before he looked back up at Kaer. "I, uh... would you please... um..."
As the fox squirmed and wriggled under him, Kaer smiled. For a moment he watched his mate scrabble for the terms he wanted to use, before he began to slide his hips - and malehood - from Tyren's backside. "Pull out, you mean?" he finished for the vulpine.
Tyren nodded slightly, ears twitching against his head as he shivered. That ridged length only stimulated his body further, and his malehood have a firm pulse right before Kaer was able to fully draw back. "Yes... I would like to see what I heard. It may- Mmrrf!" He covered his muzzle with a paw to silence himself as he felt himself emptied completely, the draconic's malehood drawn back completely from his tailhole. A slight soreness was left in its place, and a feeling that something that was meant to be there was missing took the place of the warmth he had felt. "It may just be other couples, but..."
"But we have to move anyway, either to go home or simply away from this spot. My arms were becoming tired." Kaer smiled as he rolled back into a crouch, and Tyren sat up slowly as he nodded. It was likely that all the fox had heard was another Serevokin who had been lucky enough to complete The Rite with another male, and it wasn't like Kaer had never snuck out to watch that before. The night was old and they probably should have headed back to the draconic's home, as was customary after a first breeding. However, if the fox wanted to see what was happening, then Kaer wasn't willing to deny him.
It took a little bit for Tyren to find the strength of will to sit up, and then stand. Kaer helped the vulpine up and watched as he began to slink out deeper into the garden. He followed on after the fox, his eyes fixed on the shadowy vulpine's motions. More than once Kaer found himself tracking a shadow instead of his freshly-bred mate, but his keen Serevokin eyes brought him back into view soon enough.
He stopped behind Tyren as the little fox paused behind a tall bush. A frown creased Kaer's draconic features as he dropped down to one knee behind the vulpine. Closer than they had been, it became obvious as to what Tyren had overheard and why it had warranted investigation. "You have my instructions, then?" The voice was Serevokin, deep and mature, and it came from the other side of the bush.
"Of course," came a second voice, also Serevokin. The second male sounded younger, his voice somewhat softer and much quieter than the first. "I still question the logic in meeting here. It is far, far too public for my tastes."
The rustle of paper reached both Tyren and Kaer's ears. "The Serevokin here are in meditation or breeding their lessers," the first voice replied, and an edge of irritation in his voice was mixed with contempt. "The inferior races of this land cannot stand against our powers of seduction. They care only for the breeding, and wouldn't even notice us." A brief pause gave Tyren and Kaer a chance to exchange confused glances.
Finally, the second voice broke it with a quiet snort. "This is where the master told me to meet you. This is where the master told you to meet me. Ours is not to question his methods, only to carry out his orders."
"My job is to carry out his orders," the first corrected. "Yours is to breed those whom he instructs you to." He ended the sentence with a growl. "And he risks much. Keeping of hashrah is illegal here. If the city became aware of mine, my throat would be slit."
That caught Kaer's attention. Hashrah were collections of the breeder toys of the old Serevokin, those beings whose minds were wiped completely with overpowering pleasure and pheromones. Aliastikora had decreed that no such methods would be used again, and yet the Serevokin beyond the bushes claimed to have such a collection.
The second just chuckled quietly to himself. "The master keeps them from finding out. His influence is strong, and he would not allow someone so valuable as you to be put to death. He needs Serevokin like you - true Serevokin, not the inept, weak draconics of Aliastikora's making - for his plans. And perhaps, when all his plans are complete, you need not hide your males from this city."
"Plans that involve you partaking of my hashrah," muttered the first again, his voice quieter as two pairs of footsteps headed away from the hidden couple. "The master had better have a good reason for this..." Very quickly, the distance became too great for Kaer's or Tyren's ears to detect.
The fox turned around after a moment to meet the young Serevokin's gaze. "That was... not what I expected," Tyren said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "But what do we do? We do not know who they were, and so we cannot alert the guardians of the city."
Kaer simply continued to stare into the bushes that had hidden them. Nothing that the older Serevokin had said made any sense to him, but he knew that they had terrible plans simply from what he had overheard. The hashrah of one Serevokin was bad enough, but whatever this 'master' of theirs had in mind was bigger by far.
"We do the only thing we really can do," the red-scaled male said, as he turned to Tyren with a grin. "We follow them."
And here we are, at the end of the first chapter of Kaer and Tyren's story. Hopefully this has shown just have far the Serevokin have come under Asti's leadership... and how far there's still to go. There's still three stories left to explore though, and all the fun and games you remember from The New Tribe will be around in The First City, with a couple little bonuses all thrown in. And if you're interested in Serevokin biology and culture along with the dirty, filthy smut, there's even more to enjoy!
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Keep your eyes peeled, furballs! See you in a week with the next installation in the series, Establishing Control!