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Michael felt the maids scrub his skin to a healthy pink glow, they worked with strong hands that had cleaned many people like himself. The smell of sweet oils on him was meant to purify his soul but it only made him think of sweet honey dipped on a pig, his gaze wandered around the ritual chamber. Marble walls dotted every section of the room, massive pillars dotted each corner of the room depicting the history of Iron Haven Village in intricate carvings. Michael was here once before when his parents offered him up as a sacrifice to the great wolf spirit.

"Have you ever met him before?" Michael asked, trying to ignore the drumming of his own heart.

"We do not stay in the room when the wolf sons enter the room. We are to serve and not to be seen." A woman that looked old enough to be his great grandmother wheezed the words out while she scrubbed between his toes.

"Do you think it will hurt." Michael as an older male servant rubbed his shoulder.

"It's not my place to say but in my service, I believe that the wolf sons all approach the sacrifices differently. There has even been a case of them being rejected and left in tatters on the floor. I believe that first impressions are everything, do be polite and respectful."

The servants washed him again and oiled his body before leaving him chained by the neck to the center pillar of the room, the black brand on his chest itched as they left him. The brand was the mark of the Great Wolf, an intricate circle of paws with the old language for wolf in the center. Michael heard the door slam behind him as the servants left, the torches went out one by one until the only torch remaining was the one on his pillar.

"I'm not afraid. I was born for this, my life was full and eventful. He might not even do more than take a little blood." Michael lied to himself and trembled in place.

The rattles of the chains and his nervous breath were the only company he had for hours. His brand started to glow and itch as a strong scent reached his nose. The strong musk of a powerful wolf moving in the room, even the youngest of children knew the smell of the wolf sons. They filled most of the legends and even some of the most heroic of them had their pelts and bones in the library. The Great Wolf only requested one thing, a sacrifice for every wolf son born? Michael mused over the history that led to his predicament.

"Mr. Wolf Son, could you please step into the light? I'm trying my best not to cry and scream and risk upsetting you." Michael was already feeling his eyes watering but composure was everything in the village.

The clicking of claws on stone got closer until Michael could see a pair of golden eyes flickering in the edge of the torchlight. The fur of the creature was so dark that Michael couldn't tell where the creature ended and the shadows began, the creature gazed at him curiously as its nose twitched. The creature snorted before giving a braying laugh.

"You smell like you bathe in molasses." The creature rumbled playfully.

"Are you pleased?" Michael squeaked out.

"No, not really. A scared human chained to a pole makes me feel like I'm some sort of bad guy. Feels like a dragon sort of thing from a bad storybook."

"I guess a grown man really doesn't make for an interesting damsel in distress." Michael tried to joke but his heart rattled in his chest.

"Wait you are male?" The wolf son was clearly more focused on Michael than he was before.

"Y-yes. I-is that problem?"

The creature stepped from the shadows into the torchlight, black fur billowed with every movement. Michael wanted nothing more than to pet the almost velvety soft fur. The moment those thoughts left his mind the creature looked up at him with a warm canine-like smile, the creature stepped close and grabbed Michael hand before putting it on top of his head. Michael realized that the creature was no taller than three feet. Most of the threat of the creature melted away from the smaller males friendliness. The creature sat against the pole while patting the cold stone next to him, Michael sat down on the stone.

"I've got to defend your village if I accept your sacrifice." The wolf son spoke the words as if it was an incredible weight on his shoulders.

"I love my village and if it takes just one of us dying to keep the harvest going strong, the invaders from breaking in and everything from going wrong. I'm willing to accept whatever you demand of me, I was raised for this moment. I got the best food, I got the best schooling, I wasn't spoiled but I was given the best my village could give me for nineteen years." Michael sighed with a bit of pride, his village would be safe.

"That is heavy. I will demand my price for my service now."

Michael felt warmth pulling at the corners of his eyes, he would die but it seemed like the wolf son accepted his sacrifice. He lifted his head and lean closer to the wolf. He tried to relax but his muscles tensed at every breath, no matter how much of a brave front he put on? Death still frightened him.

"I'm not going to kill you unless you want to offer your flesh. I would rather have you serve me as a concubine and teacher, my kind doesn't often walk among humans." The small humanoid wolf leaned into Michael with a sigh, " You still smell weird."

"Okay," Michael answered without a moment hesitation.

"You aren't afraid? I could beat you, hurt you, and all those things that are probably going through your head right now." The small creature grabbed his hand and playfully mouthed at the soft flesh with sharp teeth.

Michael nodded, "But you won't kill me and you won't leave my village to suffer right?"

"My father wouldn't like it if I abandoned my duties. So? Ready to be my sacrifice?"

Michael tried to keep from smiling, "what do I have to do?"

The wolf son bit into his hand and drew a dollop of blood. The thumb swirled around the brand, its heat flowing through the wolf son. Memories flowed through him from Michael, he knew the human more intimately than he knew himself. The brand changed from that of the great wolf spirit to that of his own sigil, three lances over a clover covered the human's chest.

"Ras? What is this? Why do I know this?" Michael stuttered as forbidden knowledge tickled at his mind.

Ras shook his head, "Matters to discuss another time. You can sense it, my will should tickle at the back of your mind."

Michael focused on the playfully invasive thoughts of Ras. Curious thoughts of being treated like a lover while wanting to be carried in Michael's arms. Michael picked up the small canine and gave him a teasing kiss on the muzzle. Michael held him up but didn't move, he was still chained to the pillar. Michael tugged at the chain with a grunt but there was little that he could do to remove the chain from his neck. Michael groaned but Ras shook his head, Michael shivered as a giddy tremor of excitement flowed through him.

"I could break the chain but I think it would be much more amusing to get the other humans to fix it." Ras skipped to the door and knocked, the infectious humming that flowed from the canine.

The large stone door slid open till the curious face of the servant peeked from the doorway, the elderly woman gasped sharply. Michael fidgeted as he heard the pair the speaking in hushed whispers before gnarled fingers resembling tanned wood reached out to his collar to slowly unlock it. The woman leaned down to place a kiss on Michael's cheeks, the look of relief on the elderly woman's face caused his heart to flutter. She placed his clothing at his feet and moved away wordlessly. The human watched as Ras gave the servants rump a playful squeeze sending the elderly woman shuffling away from in a hurry.

"Get dressed. I want to see what you love about this place." Ras spoke with childlike excitement, the fluttering of his tail was a clear indicator of his disposition.

Michael quickly dressed, the smell of sweet oils would never come out of his clothes. He didn't mind now that he realized the small creature standing near him would protect the village. Now that he was connected to the being, under all of the confidence and playful excitement, the sensation of a buzzing nervousness colored everything about his companion. Michael stood over the creature which was equal part incredibly ancient and woefully naive at the same time. Michael reached down to grab the canine hand, a gesture that would have probably gotten him beaten if he wasn't already claimed by the creature. Ras wagged his tail even harder in response to the grip, Michael chuckled to himself.

"I don't think I could show you anything more impressive than the Great Wolf's den," Michael answered but held the canine hand as he strode out the temple to the empty streets, it was a holy day so no work was going to get done while he was supposed to be feeding the wolf's son.

"Father's home is nice but there is only so much forest and caves one can see for hundreds of years before getting bored," Ras said such blasphemy with all the seriousness of discussing the weather.

Ras felt the human's anger the moment the words left his muzzle, his own guilt touched the human's heart. His eyes drifted to the various buildings, the smell of horses and sheep dotted the farrier's shop, sweet scents of long eaten bread clung to the wood of the bakers home. Ras tugged at Michael's hand while asking about the various shops and what they were for, the warmth and affection that Michael held for the village were intoxicating. Ras understood why a human would be willing to die if this intense warmth was what humans felt about their homes, the smell of cooked meat reached his nose as he stared at one of the houses.

"One of my older brothers mentioned that you all ate meat that was cooked in metal boxes." Ras looked up at the human, he did little to hide the rapid wagging of his tail "I would like to experience this."

Michael nodded as they approached his home, "I would be honored to cook for you. It's the least I can do to thank you, I get to live a bit longer."

Michael let the divine creature in his house, Ras moved like a creature possessed. A ball of energetic black fur moved to the counter as Ras sniffed, licked, poked and prodded every aspect of the living room. Ras stood on the carpet and looked down, Ras sat down on the frayed green rug and turned to the large painting on the wall. Michael walked past the canine male while moving to toward the kitchen, his mind was still abuzz with the thought of his survival. Michael worked silently on cooking up the few strips of cockatrice meat that he had imported just in case he did survive the day. The pounding of his heart set a tempo that matched the clanging of his dishes, the itching of his neck distracted him.

"Still worried I'm going to kill you?" Ras spoke from the living room, curiosity touched at Michael mind that reflected the canines unwillingness to pry any deeper.

"You can tell if I'm lying, right?" Michael laughed, "Of course, I'm cooking dinner for a demigod. I'm trying my best to keep it together, I- I- I-..."

Ras laughed like ringing bells, the canine stepped into the room his black fur billowed as he sniffed at the meal. "Look into me... deep as you like, I have nothing to hide from you and I want you to understand how deeply I can look into you." The diminutive canine started to collect cups and plates, even with his limited knowledge of humans he trusted himself to figure out how human dining worked.

An hour passed an all that was left to show for it was empty mugs of ale and bones of a good meal. Michael let the buzz of ale tickled his thoughts, Ras watched him with his tongue hanging out. Ras cleared his throat and moved to put the plates into the little sink, the human immediately moved and tried to wash the dish. Ras watched him use something that smelled like sweet citrus and vinegar to clean the dishes, he peeked into the human mind to understand but his surface thoughts were only about Ras. Ras couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the human worrying about how to pray to him, the wolf-son grabbed the human's butt and squeezed.

"Michael?" Ras asked while Michael finished cleaning the dishes.

"Yes." Michael asked but the way Ras rubbed his butt gave him an idea of what the Wolf Son wanted, he swallowed hard, "Time for to perform my duties?'

"Way to drag the mood down." Ras teased but didn't removed his paw-like hands from the human's posterior, "You keep wanting to worship me but when I tell you what I want and now you want to hesitate."

"I'm not trying to blaspheme, My Lor-," Golden eyes narrowed in response to Michael's words, "Sorry, I'm just a little-"

"Overwhelmed." They both said simultaneously, Ras turned the human to face him. "You don't understand your position and you are still looking at me as a human. Allow me to show you what you've agreed to."

The splintering of wood and the shattering of glass upstairs drew his attention to the away from the mischievously smiling Ras, the black-furred male simply pointed upward. Michael slow stepped away from the demigod, his attention was divided between Ras following him and the door to his upper floors. Michael knew his home and there wasn't a door to separate the top floors of his home. The door matches the same look of his front door, simple brown wood with his family name and street number. Michael opened the door...

A warm rush of air hit him as his upper floor lead to a simple coast, the smell of salt and surf tickled at his nose while his mind processed the green-blue sky that seemed to stretch into forever. Golden sand squished his boots as he stepped into the beach, he glanced at his door to make sure that it was still there. The door stood upright as if it was simply framed into the air, a small green crab scuttled into the open door. Michael watched as it tumbled down the stairs, he quickly shut the door to prevent any more intruders.

"Look upon me and understand what it means to be in the presence of my son of the Great Wolf." Ras' voice was commanding but no matter where Michael gazed he could only find more beach and a few small caves.

"Ras. Where are you, I can't look at you if I can't see you." Michael said softly.

"You are in my realm. I am everywhere. Here I am everything but most importantly, I was absolutely alone here. You are the first of many followers to walk this land and like the first, I will allow you a hand in shaping this land but for now...." The commanding voice lowered and the suns drifted down into the horizon, the twilight was just bright enough to keep Michael from tripping over rocks.

The warmth rubbing against Michael's side brought his attention to Ras, the wolf son was still in his small fluffy form. Michael threw caution to the wind and threw his arms around the canine, he had to lean in to even hug the shorter male. He buried his head in the thick coat of fur, the scent reminded him of burning wood and salt from the coast. The excitement of Ras flowed through his body, even as Ras' hands wrapped around his the sensation that the canine was embarrassed to talk about something. Michael pushing his own thoughts of curiosity to Ras, the ability to communicate silently came much easier in this strange land.

"I want you to make love to me," Ras asked while licked his tongue against Michael's ear.

"I know, I just need to get prepared I've never been...Violated by another male before." Michael admitted.

"That isn't what I want from you. I want you to make love to me." Ras sighed stretching out the final words, his tail wagged with every word, "I'm not using the form simply because it's compact."

"I uh..." Michael closed his mouth but the idea of having a demi-god beneath him was exciting, even if the good in question was a male. "You really want-"The sentence died in his throat as he scratching under the canine male's chin. He leaned over him as he took in the emotional connection, there was no sense of vulnerability in the demi-god but rather a gentle warmth about him that left Michael sure of his companions' intentions.

Michael gripped the canine by his arm, he pulled the smaller male toward the door and opened it. Michael stepped across his upstairs and into his bedroom, the smell of the coast fading as he half-dragged Ras and tossed the smaller male on his bed. The Wolf Son might be strong enough to raze villages to the ground but at the moment he was simply a seventy-pound demigod. Michael climbed over the bed and gazed down at the black furred creature, golden eyes met with brown ones. Michael moved his hands over Ras' chest, the luscious fur hid a lithe body with strong muscles meant for running. His hands explored from Ras' chest down to his belly, and he touched Ras sheath. Even that was covered in fur hiding a small bit of pink that was just slightly showing his companions pleasure.

The excited nervousness buzzed in Michael's head, Ras was happy with him. Michael opened his mouth to speak but shook his head as he reached in the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled a bottle of natural lubricant, opened the bottle and gave a small chuckle. Michael didn't have to say a word as his companion tucked a pillow under his fuzzy chest and raised his hips high. Ras tail drifted to the side in similar to a bitch ready to be bred.

His heart was throbbing in his chest as stepped behind the canine-like demi-god, he rose his hands up and parted the lightly furred cheeks revealing a tiny puckered hole that was just as black as the fur around it. "Is everything but your eyes black?" Michael joked as Ras shook his head.

"I can be any color I want, It's just easier to hunt in my father's garden without standing out." Ras finished his words as his fur quickly became a soft blue then a brilliant orange before settling to a soft brown with a heart of black fur around his buttocks.

Michael worked the lube along his shaft as his other hand reached to give a gentle squeeze of Ras' behind. The flesh was surprisingly soft for a guy who was going to defend his village. Michael didn't dwell on the fact that he would be sodomizing a divine creature in his own bedroom, the very thought was a little blasphemous and exciting even if his partner was clearly male. A pair of large balls swing with every excited wiggle of the canine-like demi-god. Michael swallowed the last bit of his reservation and allowed their bodies to meet. Ras let out a canine whimper in response to the gentle push, the smaller males hips pressed to meet his own.

His body shuddered as he pulled back, Ras tail wagged as the smaller canine male looked over to stick out his tongue at Michael. "Look at you, all timid and shy. Little Michael is -Oof!"

Wet slap after wet slap stole the playful insult from Ras' mouth. Ras was pressed flat against the bed as Michael climb over him in a sheer rut, the demi-god clutched his pillow as Michael give him the worship he wanted. Michael teeth nibbled into his shoulder, whimpered affectionately at his human as they rutted on the bed. Ras pushed his power into Michael, a drop of his divinity shared with a soul that was now his to own. Strong hands became even stronger, thrust that rocked the bed now snapped the wooden frame but Michael didn't stop.

Michael body felt stronger than ever, his claws dug deep into the soft flesh of his master. Every inch inside of the smaller male sent shivers down his spine, he gave thrust as deep as his body would allow. His seed was a hot torrent into Ras body, Michael leaned forward and draped his body over Ras. It was then that he noticed his head hung over the side of the bed. He rose to his elbow to avoid smothering the demi-god beneath him, his knot was already swelling large enough that he probably shouldn't pull out. His gaze turned from the bed to his arms, they were massive and muscular beyond anything his training could ever do. A low coat light brown fur identical to his hair covered every bit but his palms.

"Did you just turn me into something, Ras?" Michael's voice boomed as he rolled over, Ras still attached to him by the hips.

"Of course. I do own your soul, I thought you might as well look the part." Ras mumbled and held his stomach, "I probably should have waited to see how big you'd get. If you were any deeper back there I think I might have felt you in the back of my throat."

Michael petted the smaller male, his massive hand nearly covered the demi-gods head with just his palm. Ras's leaned into the petting and wagged his tail, Michael found his newly grown tail moving in tandem. His cock was still buried in Ras' bottom as they sat there in silence, the waves of pleasing acceptance the floated from his master were like a warmth he never knew he needed.

"Hey? Mike."

"Yes?"

"You still smell like molasses and sex." Ras reached a hand up and scratched under Michael's chin, the content emotions rolling off his worshiper was enough to make him smile. "I think I could get used to it. When you've recovered, I expect to get a full tour of the village. They might want to meet the new defenders, I doubt my predecessor was very social."

"I don't know sacrifices aren't allowed to meet current protectors. I wasn't allowed to live this close to the temple till Lord Bloodhaven went back to your father's lands." Michael hummed in a pleasant rumble, "Lord Bloodhaven stayed in the temple and didn't go anywhere unless we were under attack."

"Enough about my brothers, I grew up with them. Tell me about the village, I want to know about what been happening on this side. Well... Tell me later, I just want to enjoy this moment." Ras said just as the knot throbbed inside of him, the feeling of being so close to his worshiper was enough to send his tail wagging again. The bed creaked in protest one final time before one of the legs broke and sent the pair rolling off the edge, the fit of laughter echoed between them.