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Equal Shares pt. 3

By: MoarSausNou

Huskar and I rush out of the base to a scene that can only be described as chaos. The first thing that I'm able to make out with my eyes is a massive smoldering crater. The next is a massive golem construed of fire and metal crawling out of it. Everything it touches bursts into flame and turns to ash. A chill runs down my spine. How are we expected to fight that?

"I have the golem," I hear from my left. I turn to see Huskar brandishing his dagger and spears. I see him grip his knife tightly and I notice blood run down the handle. Once the blood touches the blade, runes I hadn't seen before began to glow with a searing intensity. "I fear no fire," he says as he slices his shoulder with the blade of a spear. At once, his spear bursts into flames and he charges. I'm not sure how his fire would be able to counter the flame golem's, but I leave it. Huskar's mind is set.

I run forward, into the midst of the fighting, as I conjure the shadows to hide me. I know that Balanar would still be able to see me, but I know his companions would not have that ability and I would have an advantage. I look around for any enemy vulnerable to me, and spot Ulfsaar facing Balanar. I rush over, trying to keep myself behind the Nightstalker so he wouldn't be able to see me.

"Ah, the helpless pup from before..." I hear Balanar sneer.

Ulfsaar's fur bristles, "You'll find me far less helpless today Nightstalker," Ulfsaar retorts. The Ursa warrior's eyes begin to glow as though they were embers from a fire. Keep him focused on you.

"Talk. This is my territory," the Night Terror laughs, "You remind me of a small ursine family I visited last month at night. The father, I hamstrung and forced him to watch as I raped his wife and slaughtered his children. The cubs' cries of fear still gives me chills of joy. The cries of anguish from the father." The bat demon sighs in contentment, but keeps his eyes locked on the Ursa. I'm almost there. Each word makes Ulfsaar's hair stand on end and his eyes burn with an inferno. Something's not right. Balanar should know not to upset an Ursa. Ulfsaar roars in anger. That's when I hear it, in the middle of Ulfsaar's roar, a chiming whoosh that I had heard only yesterday and had burned its way into my memory. Akasha appears right behind Ulfsaar with a dagger in hand. Ulfsaar doesn't appear to have heard Akasha blinking behind him. The Queen of Pain begins to bring her dagger down towards Ulfsaar's back.

Shit. I pull out my shuriken and throw it at the Queen of Pain, the act breaking me from my hidden state. My blade impacts on the hand holding her dagger, knocking its trajectory off from its primary target. Akasha winces in pain and leaps backwards to avoid another attack. Just then the Ursa charges Balanar, his eyes leaving a trail behind him. The Night Stalker's smug look turns to a look of unbridled fury and lifts his hand at Ulfsaar. Darkness begins to swirl around Ulfsaar and I see blood begin to sprout from his fur. The Ursa doesn't relent on his assault and continues to charge. Just before Ulfsaar's claws are in range of Balanar, the Nightstalker leaps to the side. Ulfsaar seems to have anticipated this and as Balanar shifts, the Ursa follows suit and connects with his first strike. With blinding speed, Ulfsaar strikes the Nightstalker again and again until with a final roar, the Ursa warrior hits Balanar with so much force that the demon of the night is flung into the trees. Ursa doesn't cease his attack, however, as he continues charging to the spot where the Nightstalker disappeared into the trees. Ulfsaar is fine, I think to myself. I look around for Akasha, but she seems to have disappeared.

I glance about looking for other people to help and I spot Lesale and Raigor fighting a towering demon with shredded wings wielding a fiery sword. Lucifer. The very ground around him is on fire and Raigor and Lesale appear to be burned in several places due to the flames. I conjure the shadows to hide me once more and stalk around the Doom Bringer. As I study my new foe, I watch the effects of Lesale and Raigor's attacks. Lesale is spraying out some form of acid while Raigor is wielding his totem like a giant mace. Even the Venomancer's wards are concentrating their fire on the Doom Bringer. I see each totem strike its target with crushing force and the acid eat away at the demon's flesh, but the effects of their attacks don't seem to be doing the damage that they should, as the damage done is being repaired at an alarming pace. How? Then I see him. Demnok the Warlock is standing at the edge of the forest and is muttering an incantation, eyes closed and a finger pointing at Lucifer. He must be the one healing the Doom Bringer.

"Master!" The cry resonates as though screamed from deep inside a suit of armor. I glance over and see the fire golem crash into the ground, Huskar standing victorious over the corpse. I notice small green orbs are encircling Huskar and are mending the most grievous of his wounds rapidly. He looks away from his foe and his eyes see the Warlock and dashes towards him. Ursa then emerges from the forest, claws dripping with blood and charges towards the Warlock as well. I decide to join the assault and run towards Demnok as well.

The Warlock notices that he's been compromised and begins a new enchantment as he waves a lantern around in the air. The lantern begins to emit an eerie glow and I start to see small tendrils of red mist emerge from the ground. The mist grabs at my ankles and I almost trip at the resistance. Huskar and Ulfsaar are suffering the same fate as well and their approach is slowing. As the mist rises, it latches onto more of me and I feel as though I'm slogging through a knee-high river and I'm moving against the current. If the mist continues to rise any more, then I'm not sure if we'd be able to move. We'd be helpless. I throw my second shuriken at the Warlock in order to disrupt his summoning of the miasma. The blade hits his shoulder, but the Warlock doesn't even wince and continue to mutter his incantation.

I feel a sense of dread wash over me as I feel the miasma catch a hold of my arms. I now feel as though I'm walking through five feet of snow. We're so close! Huskar, Ulfsaar and I are only ten feet away from the Warlock, yet it feels as though we were several miles apart. I can't even throw another shuriken as my arms are being bound by the strange mist. Helpless. Just then, the earth explodes in a line and Demnok is knocked into the air. The miasma instantly dissipates and I feel myself lurch forward at the sudden freedom. I follow the split earth towards the origin and see Raigor with his totem with an edge buried in the ground. Raigor picks up his totem and gives us a nod before turning towards his original foe, giving his totem a slap making runes on its surface glow a bright yellow.

I turn my attention back to the Warlock. He just got up from the blast and appears to be propping himself up on his staff. Huskar and Ursa charge at the injured magician and I follow suit.

This seems too easy. I scan the face of the Warlock and notice a grin on his face. It's a trap! I open my mouth to warn my companions, but it's too late. Demnok lifts his hands and says a word in the demonic language and spiked iron collars appear around the necks of Huskar, Ulfsaar, and myself. I then hear a whooshing chime and Akasha appears in front of us and screams, stopping us in our tracks. This scream is different than what I had experienced before. This scream tears at my flesh and my blood begins to boil. My pores begin to ooze blood and the pain I feel is excruciating. I feel my mouth open and my throat strain, but I couldn't hear my scream over Akasha's voice. Suddenly, just as it had started, the scream stopped. Somehow, Huskar, Ulfsaar, and I manage to stay on our feet, but I can feel that all three of us are on the verge of collapse. My body trembles at the pain and my ears are still ringing. I still have fight in me, however, and I lift my blades. Huskar raises a spear and Ulfsaar roars out a challenge.

Akasha only laughs and grabs a hold of her companion and with only a ringing gust as a farewell, she is gone along with Demnok.

"Damnit, not again," I hear Ulfsaar growl, "I can't kill anyone if they keep disappearing like that."

We turn towards our other companions and see Lucifer being driven back without the Warlock there to heal him. He has still done a lot of damage and Raigor and Lesale are suffering from major injuries. Lesale's wards are performing the brunt of the attacks while Raigor and the Venomancer are only able to dodge or deflect attacks. Ulfsaar, Huskar, and me hurry over to help repel the Doom Bringer. Lucifer looks over at us and notices that we are currently on approach and makes a noise of annoyance. He turns his back to his original foes and begins to retreat. I can see him bleeding heavily from acid burns and parts of his wings are broken at odd angles. I want to chase after him, but it feels as though my energy has left me and all I am able to do is limp towards Raigor and Lesale.

"COWARDS!" I hear Huskar roar, as I see the Queen of Pain appear next to Lucifer and watch them vanish into the darkness of the forest. We don't pursue. The darkness disappears suddenly and the glare of the sun blinds me. I remind myself that it is still midday. It feels too bright for my eyes. I groan in pain and help the others towards the fountain. As we cross the threshold into the fountain, I sigh in relief as my injuries begin to vanish, the pain disappearing along with it.

We relax at the fountain, enjoying the pleasure of our injuries knitting themselves back together. None of us say anything, we just enjoy each other's company. The sun shines warmly down upon us, almost as though what had just happened only a few minutes ago never occurred. Despite our silence, there were still several questions running through my head, and my hand finds itself touching the iron collar around my neck.

"Does anyone know if there's anything special about these collars?" I ask, "I don't think I've ever encountered something like this before."

"I've never worked with Demnok before, so I don't know his tricks," Lesale says, and then addresses "Do you notice anything strange about them?" I remind myself that he used to be sided with the Dire.

I sit up and trace my finger around one of the spikes. Then I notice something odd. "I don't feel it around my neck. I mean, I can touch it with my hand, but my neck doesn't feel anything. I don't think it carries any weight, even." I feel for a seem or a latch, but it feels as though the band was forged around my neck as it's seemless.

"Well whatever it does, I feel as though we're going to know soon enough," I hear Huskar say.

"Well, I must attend to my wards. Perhaps I'll set up some more, this time in some hidden locations," the Venomancer says and leaves the fountain imparting some more information, "I don't think that they'd be so bold as to assault us again. My venom is still in the Doom Bringer, though he probably won't know about it until he returns to the fountain, and he won't be able to recover for at least a day when it fades." How sneaky. I mentally praise the Venomancer's foresight. This gives us a much needed opportunity to reinforce our position and discuss strategies. I look over towards Ulfsaar and Raigor and notice How Raigor is staring at the Ursa warrior. Ulfsaar glances at Raigor and freezes as his mouth opens slightly into an "O" when he discovers the intent behind the gaze. Raigor grins wickedly at the sight. And perhaps other things as well.

I roll my eyes. Those two are insatiable. I beckon towards Huskar, "Come on, let's patrol for a bit." Huskar eyes me strangely, almost voicing a protest. I shake my head almost imperceptibly towards him and he catches it. He finally notices the two love birds near to him and nods in agreement towards me. We get up together and begin to leave the fountain. As we leave, we hear a whine and turn to see Ulfsaar staring back at us with the largest and most uncharacteristic puppy eyes I've ever seen. The look says as though he were saying "Don't leave me!" I look over at Raigor and see that his mouth has peeled into a tooth bearing grin. I look back at Ulfsaar and mouth "Sorry". and head off to the forest. We know that there are probably no opponents in this part of the forest right now, but we still remain cautious once we enter the tree-line.

"So, any guesses about these fancy necklaces?" Huskar asks me.

"No, but everyone on the Dire seemed to look very pleased when they saw them on our necks," I say.

"Speaking of which, I didn't see the Necrolyte," Huskar notes.

"I noticed that as well, where was he in all of that?" I find myself very grateful that he wasn't there. Having another opponent fighting against us would have been catastrophic. As it was, we were just barely able to repulse their assault, taking very heavy injuries as a result. We would have all died due to our injuries if we didn't have a fountain. That mental acknowledgment didn't sit well with me. I'm not sure if we'd be able to take all of them on in a head to head battle.

"I don't know, but I feel as though we lucked out." So Huskar noticed that as well.

I feel something put itself on my shoulder. I look over towards the shoulder in question, but I see nothing. It feels as though a very large hand is resting itself on my shoulder and the thumb is now stroking my fur, but my eyes don't see any change on my fur, nor does it see any appendage.

"Can you take your hand off my shoulder? It's very distracting." I hear Huskar state. I look up at him, but he's looking away. "I mean, if you want to do it now, that's fine, but..." he pauses as he looks down at me and then sees that I'm not holding onto his shoulder. I first see a wave of disappointment wash over his face, quickly followed by confusion. I then feel the hand slide down my back. I shiver and sigh. What is that? I look up at Huskar. He has his eyes closed and his mouth is slightly ajar.

Another hand finds its place on my stomach and runs upwards towards my nipples. What's going on? Wait...

I try an experiment. I grab a hold of Huskar's wrist and feel as though someone were grabbing my wrist at the same time. A surge of elation runs through me. Huskar look down at me again at my contact.

"I think I've figured what our collars do," I say to Huskar, and then I shiver as I feel lips wrap around my right nipple and a tongue caress it.

"Yeah?" Huskar's eyes are drooped and his body is quaking.

"I think it makes us feel the same things each of us are." The tongue is moving up from my nipple and is now running up my neck.

"Then that means..." Huskar starts, then his eyes shoot open, and I come to the same realization. My heart begins to race. Just then the tongue removes itself from our necks and the hands glide down to our asses. We stare at each other for only a second and then start running back towards the base. If we don't stop them, ... no, I don't want to think about that. I feel an impact, as though I've been flung onto my back, and I feel grass tickling my fur. It's really disorienting to feel ground on my back as I'm running.

The tongue finds our holes and without any warning begins to dig deep into us. My legs almost collapse as though they've been turned to jelly, but somehow I manage to stay upright. Huskar is faring even worse than I. He's panting as though he ran hundreds of miles. Then a finger comes. This is no small finger either. It must be as thick as a sausage. It plows cruelly into me and I stumble. I stop and manage to catch myself on a nearby tree. Huskar isn't so lucky and falls to the ground. He tries to get up, but his arms are failing him. Can't Ulfsaar feel what we're feeling?

I move away from my crutch and try and help Huskar up, but the second finger arrives joining the first and they begin to scissor. My legs collapse from under me and I land on my knees. Pleasure is raking through me. Does he even care? The temptation to just give in to the pleasure is beginning to overcome me. Huskar is looking at me with a helpless look in his eyes. This is dangerous, we have to get out of here. I see stars and almost pass out as I feel a third finger push into me. I try and will my legs to move, but they won't cooperate. I look around desperately and find a hollow hidden at the base of a tree nearby. I hook my arm around Huskar's and try and drag him towards the hollow. He sees what I'm trying to do and tries to help pull himself along as well. We reach the hollow and drag ourselves into it. It's cool and damp, but it's out of sight from anyone who might be close.

I feel exhausted at our exertions and collapse onto my side. I roll myself over so I can face Huskar and his eyes fixate onto mine. I find comfort in his eyes and I draw myself close to him. His arms wrap around me and squeeze tightly. I hug him back as a fourth finger worms its way into me. I feel impossibly stretched. I shut my eyes at the incredible pressure. I feel smooth hands remove my handkerchief from my mouth and then move to try and remove my armor. I open my eyes and see Huskar struggling with the straps securing my armor. I suddenly feel a strong desire to feel Huskar's flesh against my own and I hurridly remove the warrior's armor from him as well.

Soon we are both naked in the darkness of the hollow, save for our collars, embracing each other. His heat melts me and I relax into the sensations overtaking me. Our dicks touch and I quake at the explosion of pleasure. I feel Huskar shudder around me as well. I wrap my legs around his waist and rub myself on him. Just as I do so, I feel a tongue slide up my base and continue travelling up my stomach. I gasp and moan and hear Huskar do the same. The fingers remove themselves from our asses and we both sigh in relief.

I then feel a slap on my stomach and chest as though a large snake has decided to land there. I gasp and look down, half-expecting and hoping beyond hope that what I had just felt happened on our side and isn't what I think it is. I see nothing but Huskar and my raging erections and I look up at Huskar. Apparently Huskar had the same reaction as I and as he lifts his head to meet my gaze his face is full of fear. There's no way.

I balk and feel sick. So that's why Ulfsaar was so weak back then. My breath becomes haggard. I feel the giant snake slide down and off of my chest. I feel it leaving a trail of slime in its wake, but when I bring a hand up to my chest to investigate, it feels nothing but dry fur. The snake slides along our lengths and we shudder as we feel its massiveness. It finally slips below our lengths and gives our balls a little kick in the process. This isn't happening. I can feel it positioning itself at our holes and press. I furrow my eyebrows and my mouth opens itself. Huskar's eyes have clenched together and he's gritting his teeth. It twists and turns trying to find purchase. I didn't know someone's member could do the things that the length is doing in order to penetrate us. It is though there actually is a creature burrowing its way into us. A finger comes a pierces us and pulls to the side. Finally, the creature is able find a purchase in the resulting hole and wriggles in. My breath heaves out at the titanic monster burrowing into me. I feel a slime on my own member and I glance down through teary eyes and see that the fluid is coming from our side. I'm not sure who it's coming from.

The worm wriggles and squirms deeper and deeper inside of me and my mind struggles to comprehend what it's feeling. The pain is horrible. I tighten my squeeze on Huskar and gasp. Huskar returns the squeeze and bites my shoulder. The pain barely registers in my brain over the damage that is surely being wrought slightly lower. I'm not sure how much more I can take before I'm destroyed. Suddenly, the monster inside of me freezes and retreats rapidly.

I shudder in relief as the pressure slides out and a sense of emptiness replaces it. My vice-like grip relaxes from Huskar and I flop down onto my back next to the person who shared the pain. We pant heavily and I feel tears run down my cheeks. I bring my hand up to my face and discover that they were mine. I let my hand fall to my side. My ring still throbs in pain at the penetration, but it is still preferable to moments before.

"It stopped," Huskar breathes.

"Yeah," I can only manage to say that much. I slide my hand into Huskar's and squeeze. Thanks, Ulfsaar.

Huskar and I just lay in the hollow trying to catch our breath from our ordeal. Eventually, the pain ebbs and we crawl out of the hole, dressing ourselves in our armor before we do so. We lean against the rough bark of the tree and rest. Even the simple act of getting out of a hollow leaves us drained. I relax in the silence and close my eyes. I haven't experienced true silence in a long time.

My eyes snap open. I'm in a forest. There's always noise. Danger. I glance about looking for anything dangerous and catch something odd out of the corner of my eye that wasn't there when we first arrived. I see a trail of death.

Small woodland creatures, without any injuries, lie on their sides completely motionless. Even the insects are still. In the midst of all of this is a path of footprint shaped patches of dead grass. The trail passes right by where we were hiding and continues onwards. I follow the path with my eyes and determine that it isn't heading for our base, but is rather heading somewhere deeper into the forest. The sight unnerves me.

Huskar seems to have noticed the footprints as well. "Let's get out of here," he says sternly.

I agree with him and gather my strength. We begin our trek back towards base and, within a minute, find ourselves back in the clearing between the forest and our base. I thought we were farther away.

"There you are!" I see Raigor at the entrance. He beckons us over and I note the concern on his face. "A few minutes ago, Ulfsaar..." He pauses, unsure about how to continue, "He... he said something was wrong and now he's refusing to speak with me. He says he's not mad at me, but he's just sitting by the fountain staring off in the distance with a troubled expression. I'm not sure how to get through to him."

I sigh and point to the collar around my neck, "It's about these," Raigor's eyes furrow and opens his mouth, but hold up a hand to silence him. I lean against the outer wall, my strength ebbing, and say, "We can feel each other's pain now,"

"What does that..." Raigor starts, but realization dawns upon him and his face goes blank, "Oh." He starts to apologize, but I stop him again.

"You couldn't have known. I'm going to go talk to Ulfsaar." I lift myself off of the wall and make my way over to the fountain, pausing to see if Huskar is going to join me. Huskar doesn't say anything, but he puts his hand on Raigor's shoulder and stares into the beast's eyes. An unspoken conversation travels between them and finally Huskar takes his hand off of Raigor's shoulder and smiles sadly, as though understanding. Raigor visibly relaxes and sits on his haunches, staring off into the forest. Huskar walks over to me and we go towards the fountain together.

We see Ulfsaar sitting facing the fountain, just staring forward. He hears our approach and turns his head, but when he sees that it's us, then he turns back to his original position and hangs his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." He starts, but I cut him off.

"You couldn't have known." I say, wrapping my arms around the large furry Ursa, feeling small spectral arms wrap around me, then I add, "I know we didn't until, well..." gesturing to nowhere in particular. Ulfsaar softly returns the hug and places his muzzle against my chest. I bow my head as I feel the warmth of an invisible creature on my forehead.

"I still should have noticed sooner," He accuses.

"Stop that," Huskar interjects, "You need to stop accusing yourself over these things."

"Besides, your partner's pretty scary," I include, and the Ursa chokes out a throaty laugh.

"Serves you right for leaving me alone with him," He scolds playfully, and Huskar and I relax a bit. It seems that Ulfsaar feels a bit better.

"Yeah, next time, I guess we shouldn't leave you like that," I joke. Ulfsaar sighs and nods in affirmation.

"We just weren't ready this time," Huskar states and then kneels down behind Ulfsaar, crosses his arms and rests his elbows on the Ursa's shoulders, and adds seriously, "But next time, we should be around."

I look over at Huskar and stare at him. Ulfsaar seems to have stopped breathing.

"What? I know that I'd want to at least see what's going on. What happened earlier was more unnerving to me due to how I couldn't see what was happening to me," He huffs. I nod my head in agreement. I hated looking down and seeing that all what I feeling was in my head. It made me feel as though I were going insane. I think that the only reason I stayed sane was Huskar being there with me, sharing the same experience I was.

I feel a gust of wind blow across my legs as Ulfsaar exhales.

"You mean..." He starts, but stops himself.

"Yeah," I answer, scratching behind the Ulfsaar's ears, sighing as my invisible self scratches an itch behind my own ears at the same time, thinking before I continue and come up with an idea, "I think I know what might help." I look up to Huskar, idea forming in my head. Ulfsaar groans in pleasure at my ministrations and shifts his head so I have easier access.

Huskar starts a bit, distracted as he's getting the same treatment Ulfsaar and I are getting, and then catches on to my drift, "Do you want me to go get it from Lesale?" I nod my head.

"It is your turn to get it" I grin mischievously and then add, "Could you also get Raigor? I'm sure he'd want to have some too," Huskar nods and goes to grab several cups from the fountain ledge.

"What are you guys talking about?" Ulfsaar asks curiously, but it's clear he's not really interested. I move my hand so it starts to scratch underneath the Ursa's chin, and Ulfsaar moans in approval and I do the same. He rolls off of me onto his back and my hands pursue, attacking vital scratch-sensitive points on his jaw. Ulfsaar appears to be locked in a goofy smile with his eyes closed. I'm enjoying this too much. The feeling of pleasing Ulfsaar and myself at the same time is too unique and fun.

I remember his question and answer, "Something Huskar and I tried earlier. It's pretty good."

"Mmmm..." I'm not sure if that was his response or him just enjoying my treatment. Probably both. I decide to move my hands to Ulfsaar's stomach and scratch him there, feeling spectral hands address my stomach as well. The Ursa's mouth opens and his tongue lolls out. I laugh at the sight. Ulfsaar doesn't even care, he's just caught in the rapture of my fingers. I marvel at the muscles my fingers are raking over. All of this strength, and my fingers are making it as though they were naught but soft butter.

My fingers drift to his side momentarily and something unexpected happens. Ulfsaar's leg kicks the air when my fingers scratch over his side. I am so surprised by this, that I stop scratching Ulfsaar momentarily. When I stop, Ulfsaar's body relaxes and he sighs heavily.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, lifting his head to look at me.

Huh. I resume my scratches on his stomach and Ulfsaar groans in pleasure and lets his head fall back to the ground. I shift my fingers to that one spot that made the Ursa's leg kick and was rewarded by seeing it kick once more. I feel the fingers on my side as well, but I'm not getting the same reaction Ulfsaar is. Weird. My mouth bursts into a grin and I assault that spot and watch obsessively as the leg kicks over and over. Ulfsaar starts to squirm and he starts to laugh.

"Stop," He struggles out, "I can't... I can't..." I have no desire to stop. Ulfsaar's making this difficult for me as he's beginning to shift this way and that, using his arms to protect his ticklish spots. This is just too much fun, and I attack his other side. "No!" He yells, his laughter only increasing and tears start to roll from his eyes. I come down from my high and let my hands cease their torture. Ulfsaar curls into a ball immediately and sighs.

"Having fun?" I hear rumble behind me. I lay onto my back and look up to Raigor hovering over my head. His head is blocking the sun and his face is shrouded by shadows. I smile innocently, even though it's hidden behind my bandana, and shrug. I see a glint of white as Raigor smiles and then walks around me towards Ulfsaar. I prop myself up and I see Ulfsaar sitting up with his arms crossed over his body protecting his sides.

"Relax," Raigor says. Ulfsaar does relax slightly, but his arms remain in their position. Raigor lifts his arm and begins to scratch behind the Ursa's ear and smiles softly as Ulfsaar's eyes droop and his arms fall to his sides. I close my eyes and lay back, enjoying the thick fingers caress my head. "You scared me," Raigor states. This isn't an accusation nor is it said in anger. There is a soft, almost apologetic quality to the words that makes my heart fall. I suddenly feel very guilty somehow.

Ulfsaar sighs and stays silent for a while as his ear continues to be scratched, "Yeah," he breaths out finally. That one word resonates with apology and sorrow. More words don't need to be shared. Raigor sits down behind Ulfsaar, wraps his arms around his companion, and myself by default, and draws the Ursa close to him. Raigor rests his head on the ursine's shoulder and sighs through his nose. The two just sit there like that silently, both of their faces radiating tranquility.

I suddenly wish Husker was holding me and I wasn't just experiencing what Ulfsaar was.

"... Though you haven't told me why you need my nectar." I hear Lesale hiss curiously.

"I thought our friends need a little pick-me-up." I hear Huskar respond as he enters the fountain, "Your nectar did wonders to Gondar and me when we tried it earlier."

"I suppose," Lesale replies and wonders aloud, "I wonder what happened that made them act do depressed?"

"I don't know," Huskar lies.

"Humph," Lesale obviously knows that Huskar is lying, but concedes, "I'll continue to fortify our base. I hope you enjoy yourselves with my bodily fluids," he quips.

"Will do," Huskar chuckles

"What was that about bodily fluids?" I hear Raigor ask warily to Huskar.

"Don't worry about it, here, drink up." Huskar smiles as he hands Raigor a cup overflowing with the clear slime. Huskar's entire hand is coated in the fluid and this fact does not go unnoticed. Raigor holds his cup at arms length like it were diseased. He brings the cup around so Ulfsaar and he can take a better look.

"What is that?" Ulfsaar exclaims.

With his other hand, Raigor dips two fingers into the fluid and rubs his now moistened fingers with his thumb. "Is this what I think it is? It's very... slippery."

I laugh, having an idea on what he's imagining, "Fortunately, no." I say, but then add, "Don't you worry about where it came from. It tastes good. Here." I take a cup from Huskar and take a sip of the sweet nectar, trying not to picture that it must have spewed out of Lesale's mouth only moments before. The sugary taste coats my mouth and I suddenly crave more, licking my lips searching for any more remnants.

Raigor watches my consumption carefully and, satisfied by my reaction, lifts his cup to take a sip. I stop him, "Just letting you know, it may make you really sensitive. Huskar and I discovered this the hard way last time." This halts Raigor's hand right before it reaches his lips. He stares at me, not sure at how to respond. Then Ulfsaar cranes his neck and takes a tentative lick at the fluid coating Raigor's hand.

"Wow, this is really sweet," He exclaims, taking in one of Raigor's fingers and begins to suckle it, closing his eyes to enjoy the flavor. Huskar sets the last cup next to Ulfsaar. Raigor sighs and, with a slight hesitation, brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip. I can see his tongue move the nectar around his mouth and he grunts in approval, when he promptly downs the entire cup in a single gulp.

I feel Huskar settle down next to me and I lean against him. I take another sip and chuckle. Huskar sips on his own serving and remarks towards Raigor, "Are you sure you should have that so quickly? It's pretty powerful stuff."

Raigor only shrugs and says, "Why wait?" Huskar shrugs and downs his as well. Ulfsaar removes his mouth from Raigor's finger and moves onto another. Raigor's breath catches sharply as the tongue caresses his digit. "So soon?" He remarks.

"Mm," I grunt in affirmation. It's starting to work its magic through me as well. I set down my cup and relax.

"You're a horrible person, by the way," I hear Huskar state drily to me.

"Oh? I don't know what you're talking about," I say innocently, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"You do know I felt everything Ulfsaar felt when you tortured him." He says nonchalantly.

"Torture? You make it sound so dramatic. I could feel everything I was doing to him."

"Are you telling me that you aren't ticklish?" He asks.

"Are you telling me you are?" My face breaks into a huge grin, trying to imagine the struggles Huskar had to go through during my session with Ulfsaar.

"I hate you," He says jokingly, turning towards me, slipping off my bandana.

"Cry some more," I shoot back, bringing my face close to his. Our lips touch and we sigh as the pleasure washes through us. I twiddle with Huskar's firey ponytail, remarking at how it feels as though I was magically given a ponytail of my own and someone was playing with it. My breath was turning ragged and my skin was becoming super sensitive.

I begin to tear at Huskar's clothes. I want to feel Huskar on my skin. As soon as I start, I feel grasping hands on my body trying to remove my own constricting armor. Pleasure ripples through me, urging me to continue.

I feel a large snake begin to slither up my back and I look over to where Ulfsaar and Raigor are. Raigor is trapped in realm of bliss as he holds his companion tight against him while Ulfsaar quakes with his partner's touch. Suddenly, Ulfsaar spins in Raigor's arms and shoves his partner to the ground. Raigor is suddenly thrown out of his element and he opens his mouth to protest, but the Ursa pins the muscular creature's arms to the ground and silences him with his lips. Raigor's eyes roll back in their sockets and moans.

I smirk at the sight and look over at my lover. He is watching the show as well. He glances back towards me with dilated eyes and gives me a wicked smile. My legs disappear from underneath me and I land hard on my back. I gasp at the impact. Huskar has put my legs on top of his and there they rest, lifting my hips in a vulgar display. I then groan as hands move to caress my torso. The hands dance on me in the most pleasurable ways. Huskar's mouth kisses me on my neck as he tweaks my nipples. My back arches in response and I stop breathing.

He continues to kiss my neck as he reaches with one hand towards my abandoned cup of nectar. He dips his fingers in the fluid and brings his coated digits in front of my face. I stare at them, wondering what they're going to do. They drift lower down my body, dribbling slightly, leaving a trail of slime. Each drop sends shivers down me and I hiss. It's so cold compared to Huskar. A drop lands on my erect member and I cannot contain myself. I cry out as my head lurches back. I feel a different kind of nectar drop onto my stomach, this one warm, mine, and another on my side burning in comparison, Huskar's.

I look over at how Ulfsaar is doing and see him disrobing himself as well as his partner. He seems to be panting excessively right now and I see his raging mast. He's pretty big too, I think dumbly. I glance slightly lower and see that Raigor is in a worse position. He's shivering and is having difficulty breathing. He keeps reaching up to touch his companion, but each attempt leaves him shoved against the ground, wanting.

Ulfsaar and I shiver at the same time as a thick cold fluid is smeared over my hole. My vision wavers at the sensation and I sigh, relaxing into my partner's touch. A finger slides into me, smoother than the finest silk, and another joins it soon after. The two dingers begin a complex dance that rocks me to the core. I find myself drooling and my hand comes up to try and keep my head down while my other hand strokes the nectar on my chest.

My head falls to the side and I see that Ulfsaar has lifted Raigor's legs onto his shoulders and is eating out his companion, staring at his prize hungrily. Raigor is a mess right now. His face is clenched and is mouth is open in a silent scream. His member is twisting violently, like a snake in pain. He suddenly groans lewdly and a hot stream of spunk rockets out of him, uncoiling his length, lancing out spurt after spurt into his face. Raigor collapses to the ground and tries to catch his breath.

Ulfsaar drops his partner's ass and picks up the untouched cup of nectar by him and pours it over his member. I shake and my eyes cross as I feel the slime coat my own length. The Ursa leans forward and states with more calm and poise than I thought was appropriate, "I do hope you don't think we're done." Raigor only groans.

A third finger slips into me, and I'm reminded of my own situation. The nectar inside of me has warmed up and is heating itself to match my partner's flesh. It feels impossibly hot now, and it's only growing warmer. The fingers slip out of me and I feel a giant head position itself at my loosened entrance.

At the same time, I feel a pressure at the tip of my own length. Huskar pushes forward and he slides into me. An incredible tightness encompasses my shaft as a giant overheated iron rod enters my body. My mind simply cannot comprehend what is happening to me and my eyes close, clenching together, mouth wide. All I know is that everything I'm feeling is the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I struggle to keep breathing.

I begin to feel another layer of pressure wash over my member, silky in its decent. Ulfsaar must have started.

My eyes crack open and see Huskar looking down at me with an incredibly warm gaze. My body oozes under his eyes and my hand lifts itself to caress my partner's face. My hand burns with heat at it comes in contact with my partner. At my touch, Huskar brings a hand of his own to his face and hold my hand there. He closes his eyes and rubs my palm against him. All the while, his body is slowly sliding further into me. He releases my hand and leans over me and kisses me as he bottoms out.

Suddenly my mind explodes with pleasure. My entire body tenses and the invisible tightness around my length turns vice-like. I gasp as I come down from the experience. A rivulet of pre is running out of me right now and I try to catch my breath. I look up to Huskar and he's grinning mischievously into my mouth, eyes almost completely black. He pulls out slightly and thrusts into that same spot again.

My mind reels from the blow and my legs hook around my partner, keeping him anchored inside of me. He pulls out slightly and thrusts cruelly into that one spot. Each thrust quakes my conscious and I begin to feel a tingling in my sack. It grows stronger and stronger with each thrust and with each down stroke of the overlapping layers of pressure on my member. That feeling overwhelms everything else and I cry out, my voice being joined by three others.

I cum, and the world goes black.

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