The Wolf

This story contains sexual scenes between males of different species.

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Copyright © 2010 EJA

THE WOLF

By

EJA

From Chapter Sixteen:

It's good to be back,' the dragon replied. This is my brother, Xxuk. I'm sorry I was unable to persuade my eldest brother. He can be very stubborn, as I think I've mentioned on occasion.'

Where are Reyes and Carl?' Xxik asked, looking around. Don't tell me they're still getting to know each other?'

Davy shook his head. `In your absence I sent them back to watch the village. They're well suited to keep an eye on things--at least until you returned.'

`Maybe I'd best go and relieve them,' Xxik suggested, glancing at his brother.

I'll come with you,' Xxuk said, speaking for the first time. I can bring them back here. It'll give me a chance to familiarise myself with the terrain between the village and here.'

Thank you,' Davy said, stepping in front of the golden scaled dragon. I'll see to it personally that you don't regret coming here to our part of the world.'

Xxuk studied the diminutive figure for a moment then nodded. `Let's go brother.'

With a quick flap of their wings the pair flew back out the way they had arrived.

At that moment Sabin's lover Axel arrived--from the tree. `I think you should come and look at this,' he said, touching Davy's shoulder.

`What is it?' This from Sabin.

`We have another visitor.'

Chapter Seventeen

Their visitor was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He had long golden hair almost down to the bottom of his shoulder blades.

The husky youth, as naked as the day he was born, was bruised and bloody. He staggered towards the lightning-blasted tree but got barely a third of the way before falling to the ground in an untidy heap.

Davy was the first to reach him. Quickly he rolled the comatose body over and studied the unconscious form. He's breathing--barely,' he said in answer to their unasked question. Let's get him inside--otherwise he's likely to freeze to death.' The wind whistling across the exposed plateau was bitter.

With Axel and Sabin helping them, Marrok and Davy quickly took the comatose young man to the cavern beneath the tree and into their own cave.

I'll make him a spot of tea,' Axel promised. I won't be long.' He disappeared to their "kitchen," as he called it.

While Xxik had been away in his attempt to recruit his brothers, Sabin and Axel--along with Davy and Marrok--had scouted the area below the plateau. To their surprise they found an abandoned hut with most of its roof missing. However, what they found inside rewarded them with a great number of badly-needed supplies. A kettle, a tin teapot, a number of pots and pans as well as knives and forks and, most valuable of all, a roasting spit. There were even some porcelain cups hanging on a row of hooks as well as a number of tin plates below them. They transported the plunder back to the tree.

It was in the teapot--Axel doubted that was its original purpose--that the boy made his drink. Once he deemed it brewed he poured it into one of the cups and took it to Davy and Marrok's cave. Leaving the "tea" with them he left again, saying, `I'll get some water boiling and see if we can't do something about those cuts.'

With Marrok supporting their visitor Davy lifted the cup to his lips. With care he tipped it up and let the warm brew slip inside the young man's mouth.

`Not too much,' Marrok cautioned.

Evidently the tea was acceptable to the unconscious youth; his adam's apple began to bob up and down as he swallowed the refreshing liquid. He started to cough and splutter and his eyelids opened as the liquid made its way to his stomach. He groaned and placed a hand on his head.

`How do you feel?' Davy asked him.

`Like I've been turned inside out.' The young man's voice was light and musical. For some reason it--and his face--was familiar to Davy

Drink some more,' Davy encouraged. It'll do you good.'

Obediently the young man took the cup and began sipping more of the brew.

What's your name?' Davy asked him. Mine's Davy and this is Marrok,' he said, gesturing to his partner.

For the past three years I've gone by the name of Rose,' the lad said, passing the now-empty cup back to Davy. But my real name is Mikey. At least it was before that Alan got his hands on me.'

I thought your face was familiar!' Davy said. You've been posing as Elder Alan's wife! But why?' he asked.

Because he didn't want the villagers to know he was gay,' Mikey said. He thought that having me pose as his "wife" would stop any rumours.' He shook his head. `I'd have left long ago--if I'd known where I was. But we travelled to the village with the blinds of the carriage pulled down. What glimpses I got of the scenery was obscured since we travelled mostly by night. He was making damn certain I'd get lost the moment I set foot in the forest.'

How did you manage to get here?' Marrok asked him. We're many hours from the village and the route is obscured.'

`Alan beat me again so I punched him; I'd had enough of his temper-tantrums. I decided to leave; I'd given up caring whether I found my way back to civilisation again. It was more by luck than judgement that I discovered the plateau everyone in the village had been talking about.'

Someone told us about your speech to the villagers,' Davy told him. I'm guessing he was none to happy about what you said. It was probably that that made Elder Alan try to beat you.'

Mikey nodded. `You've got that right.'

How did you beat him?' Davy asked. Your body is well developed but, to the best of my knowledge, Elder Alan was even bulkier than my father.'

At these words Mikey's eyes widened. `I thought there was something familiar about your voice. You're Davy, aren't you?'

Davy nodded. `Guilty.'

What happened?' the young man asked. The last I remember was you being a skinny lad. Now, here you are...' he gestured with his hand, indicating the hirsute youth crouched at his side.

For the next hour Davy told Mikey of what had transpired between the last time he had been in the village and this very day. During his tale Axel brought some more tea as well as a large bowl of the fruit that had proved beneficial to the wolf and his young lover on their journey to the Pool of Life.

Wow,' Mikey said when Davy finished his narrative. He took a bite of the fruit. That's an awesome story. I wish I could experience something like that.' He gave a small belch as the fruit made its way into his digestive system. What is this?' he asked. I've never tasted anything so delicious in my life.'

It's the fruit we found on our journey to the Pool of Life,' Marrok explained. They had failed to mention its recuperative properties. It sustained us during our journey.' He stood up. `But now we must see to your quarters, assuming you wish to stay with us, that is. Do you?'

If it gives me a chance for revenge on Alan,' Mikey told them, then I'm willing to stay. Thank you Marrok.'

`I'll be back in a little while,' the wolf told them.

As Mikey told of the brutality of Elder Alan Davy studied the young man's body intently. As had been intended when offered the fruit Mikey's bruises and cuts began to vanish, fading into nothing more than faint memories.

`I think your bruises and cuts have healed,' Davy said, interrupting Mikey's narrative.

Mikey looked down at his naked body. `How did that happen?' he wanted to know.

It was the fruit we got you to eat,' the young wolf/human hybrid told him. It seems to have some remarkable properties. One thing I didn't tell you was that, during our journey, Marrok was blinded. I mashed one of the fruits to a pulp and applied it to his eyes. A short while later--I forget how long--his sight came back.'

Marrok returned a few minutes after they had finished Mikey's examination. I've found...' he started to say but was interrupted by the flap of wings outside. Sounds as if Xxik is back. Or maybe his brother,' the wolf said.

They all left the tree and found Xxik lowering his long tail. Several dogs were visible on his body. We've got trouble, the villagers have started their trek to this place,' the dragon reported as the canines--as well as Reyes and Carl--descended from his powerful body. I reckon they'll be here in a few hours. I've left Xxuk there to follow them--in case they try any tricks. They're on horseback, which is something we didn't anticipate and there's about two dozen of them. Elder Alan is out in front, leading them.'

Davy called the occupants of the tree and they gathered in front of the gash. `I was afraid of something like this. The villagers are on their way.'

Marrok took over. `Okay, you've all been given specific tasks--let's get to work. We must assume they'll be here within the hour.'

Davy, meanwhile was "speaking" with the new dogs--as well as Reyes. If you've come to help, you're most welcome. I suggest you hide in the forest below the plateau. You've seen the occupants of the tree so don't attack them. Besides, they'll be behind you. Anything approaching through the forest is your target. Do whatever you want to the villagers but make sure you bring Elder Alan to me. Are you with me on this? Just bark if you are.

The dozen dogs barked and, led by Reyes, headed for the forest.

Sabin, Carl and Marrok had picked up the bows and arrows the black man had fashioned for them and positioned themselves behind the bushes fringing the plateau. Carl had provided each of them with a pot of the gel that produced unconsciousness. He had informed them that all they had to do was dip the point in the gel and, even if the point only grazed the victim, it would still produce a coma-like effect.

`What do you want me to do, Davy?' their latest recruit asked.

I want you to stay in the tree--either in the branches above or among the roots below,' Davy told him, handing him the sharp device he had used to despatch his sire with. If I can lure Elder Alan to the tree, you can dispose of him as you see fit. Is that okay with you?'

Mikey gave what can only be described as a feral grin. `That's fine by me.' He moved back to the tree and ascended into its leafy confines.

Axel approached Davy. I've got everything prepared,' he said. I'll be able to provide instant relief should anyone get injured--anyone of us, that is,' he amended.

Thank you Axe,' Davy said. I think that's about it. Go back to the tree and look after the pups. If any of us do become injured, I'll help bring him.'

`Okay,' Axel said and returned to the tree, waving to Mikey as he went.

Good, Davy thought, everything's in readiness. He went and took up his position, covering one of the more vulnerable spots--the crevasse that provided access to the tree. He had no need to look up; Xxik glided above the plateau, vigilant to the menace inexorably approaching.

Davy had no weapon on him, but he was fit and each one of his talons were as sharp as the blade he had handed to Mikey; it would require no effort on his part to rip out the throat of anyone who got near enough to menace him.

He slipped into the crevasse and descended carefully to the bottom. He concealed himself between two of the taller rocks at the base, one of which was tilted slightly, affording him an early warning of approaching danger.

As dusk began to settle in the mountains the defenders of the plateau settled down to wait--this was going to be a long night.

Davy was comfortable wedged between the rocks, his recently-acquired wolf senses preternaturally alert.

The wagon looked tempting to Xxuk. If the opportunity presented itself he could simply snap the nearside trace and send the whole thing careening down some hill. With luck they'd lose at least half the weapons, maybe more. It was doubly convenient that the wagon was being pulled by the last horse in the group.

The opportunity presented itself.

They had just passed a cliff that led to an incredible chasm at least three hundred feet deep and the going beyond it was angling up at almost forty-five degrees.

Xxuk waited until the rest of the men topped the rise, leaving the wagon to struggle as best it could then, with a quick snap of his razor-sharp teeth, broke the trace and the wagon instantly obeyed gravity.

The rider yelled his dismay and wheeled his horse about.

But the wagon was bouncing along, scattering their weaponry in all directions. In a matter of seconds it had reached the cliff and vanished over its edge. Seconds later came a thunderous crash that echoed through the canyons surrounding them.

`What happened?' Elder Alan asked, galloping up to the gaping rider.

The nearside trace broke, sir,' the man said. Don't ask me how.'

The other twenty men gathered about them, looking disconsolate.

Well there's no use moping about it,' Elder Alan decided. Let's pick up what we can find. This is going to delay us no end.' He nudged his horse and began studying the trail intently.

For the next couple of hours the group retrieved whatever weapons they could find and distributed them evenly amongst the total twenty-two members.

Damn,' Alan cursed to a couple of his men. Our best weapon against that dragon is down there.' He was standing at the edge of the chasm and looking at the wreck below. A large two-man crossbow lay shattered on the rocks. `Even if we could get it up, it would be useless.'

The rest of the men arrived. I think we've found all we're going to find,' Hank, Elder Alan's second-in-command, told him. Everything else is down there,' he added, pointing into the chasm.

Alan shrugged. `Well we'll just have to make do with what we've got. We've lost enough time. Let's get going.' He wheeled his horse about and made the ascent up to the top of the ridge for the second time that night.

Once more Elder Alan addressed his men. `We may have lost much but what we've managed to salvage makes us more than a match for those at that tree. Let's go; this night isn't going to last forever.'

For the next couple of hours the men moved inexorably closer to the plateau. When Hank told Elder Alan they less than a couple of miles away, he called a halt with a gesture of his arm.

We'll tether the horses here. Any closer and they're likely to be heard,' Alan told them. We'll go the rest of the way on foot. When we see it, spread out and approach along a broad front.' This instruction might best be described as a blunder by Elder Alan. It played right into the defender's hands.

They dismounted and tethered the horses to several branches and a couple of thick bushes. Then, moving silently through the undergrowth, they approached their target.

As soon as the plateau came into view Alan, at a gesture, sent two of his men off to the left with the whispered instruction to find a way into the tree from that direction.

Xxuk, listening to the whispered conversation, relayed this info to his brother who, in turn, passed it on to Davy and the others. Xxik told their leader that his brother would take care of them.

The great beast, still invisible to the world, stalked the unsuspecting pair. As the crevasse narrowed down until they could only ascend in single file Xxuk approached the one in the rear and, with a single snap of his jaws, despatched him to his Maker. Then, before the other one could cry out, snatched him up and bore him aloft.

Of all the creatures in the world dragons are able to fly almost into outer space. Xxuk took his struggling prisoner into the upper reaches of the atmosphere then, quite negligently, let him fall. His scream at his fate faded quickly.

It would be many years before someone, flying on a descendent of Xxuk, would come across the man's bones scattered around the needle-sharp pinnacle of a mountain.

Below the plateau a number of dogs were lying in wait, listening intently to the men as they approached. One of them came close to the bush that Django had hidden behind. The man, sword at the ready, failed to realise his danger and, before he could react, found himself knocked to the ground. His head struck an exposed tree root, making him unconscious.

Django knew this man--Hank--and knew how he treated his wife and family so he decided to do something about it. Maybe he could get a little enjoyment out of this encounter, after all.

Wasting no time, Django ripped off Hank's clothes with his powerful jaws and dextrous claws, swiftly exposing his victim's creamy buns to his avid gaze. Then, manoeuvring him into a more accessible position, he sank his oversized cock into the second-in-command's ass.

Hank moaned and awoke to a world of pain and suffering. He called out to his comrades but Django knew there was no-one near enough to hear his cries. He continued to fuck the man, slamming his rock-hard cock into the unprotected butt.

Finally sated, Django dragged the almost-unconscious Hank down the mountain until he encountered Xxik. Do what you want with him, my friend, the dog told the dragon. I've enjoyed myself. You could, too.

Thanks Django, the dragon replied. He picked the mumbling man up in his talons and soared aloft. He wanted to find a cave so that he could have his way with this instigator of the attack on the plateau.

Unfortunately, this act took him away from the plateau at a vital moment in the battle.

##To be continued##

So that's it for Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Eighteen will see this tale come to it's conclusion.

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