The Beast and The Master

Strygwyr was making his way through the woods of Radiant, searching his next sacrifice for the Flayed Ones. He snorted in the scents all around him, letting his head jerk from side to side. Catching a strong odor, he crouched and walked towards a small camp. When he approached the camp his ears picked up grunting of a warrior.

Bloodseeker peeked from behind trees, his nose twitching, waiting for the perfect moment. He growled and with a leap was running towards his victim. But with no warning, the warrior swiftly turned and let out a massive roar, knocking the Seeker off his feet and leaving him unconscious.

When Strygwyr finally came back to his senses, he started to panic. He was stripped off his weapons, left lying besides a tree. But soon he noticed he wasn’t alone. He could sense the person who had knocked him off lying against a tree before him. Bloodseeker snarled and on all fours bolted towards the enemy. But suddenly he was jerked back. With a bleat he started to scratch his neck, feeling a collar surrounding it. He was attached to the tree with a short leash. He started to pull on it, growling and snapping like a wild beast. A chuckle could be heard from the Beastmaster. “Bloodseeker… You are fascinating beast” he said in a calm voice. Bloodseeker displayed his crooked line of teeth and kept on tugging on the leash. “I’ll kill you once i get free!” He whined with his strong accent.

Bloodseeker could sense Karroch getting up and walking closer to him. “I guess I won’t let you free then. But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you” he simply put it. Strygwyr could smell him perfectly now. He reeked of sweat and load of animalistic stenches. He let his nose work around the person, judging if he was a threat. The Beastmaster hunched in front of him, letting his eyes wander the Seekers body. Bloodseeker scrooched down and bit his lip. He had never smelled anything with so many complex aromas. He wanted to get a closer whiff. Suddenly the warrior snorted. “So you are interested in my scent? That’s delightful…” Bloodseeker could only be confused. “I never said that” He groaned and tried to stop sniffing. “I know, but i can just tell. I’m good at things like that.” He said slyly.

Karroch took a seat, crossing his legs before the blood hungry beast. Strygwyr was so close to him, he could have ripped his throat open right there. But something was holding him back. He was too calm being near him. Was it curiosity keeping him from jumping him? His nose started to twitch again, taking in all the essences of the man. Suddenly he flinched back as Beastmaster lifted his hand. “Calm down, I’m just letting you get a closer whiff.” Bloodseeker hesitated in disbelief, slowly letting his nose get near the palm of the Master. It was full of scents on earth and different kind of creatures. It was fascinating how he radiated so many stenches, all working in perfect harmony. He let his nose wander around the hand with small sniffs. He stopped for a moment. The smells were even stronger around the chest. He angled his head, snuffing the rest of the hand. Slowly the Seeker was making his way closer to the other mans chest taking long inhales as he got closer. He had crawled on top of Karroch, the leash almost ending of length.  The Master simply smiled and let him push his face against his chest. Strygwyr let his nose drift about every crook of his body. The musky scent was exhilarating, working him up to a lust. He clutched his hands on the thighs of Karroch, taking little sniffs accompanied with long inhales. He let his long tongue out, dripping some saliva on the other mans chest. He started to lick it up and the taste exploded in his mouth, the sweat and dirt mixing up to a salty mixture of flavors. He thought he would never taste anything better than fresh blood, but this was on different level. He was going on the the Masters chest like he was in heat, licking up every bit. He started to slow down, realizing there was still a place where the savor would be stronger than anywhere else. He moved his head towards the strong arm of the warrior, and started nudge on it, hoping the other one would realize what he needed. And of course he did.

Karroch lifted his arm chuckling. “I knew this would be your next place.” Strygwyr ignored what was said and mesmerized the pit before him. The strong smell that blew out of it was intoxicating, leaving even the strongest beast on his knees. He let out a small whimper and pushed his face deep inside the armpit. The hair was caressing his lips, and the smell made him thrust his hips around, he was feeling so excited. He stirred his face around, wanting to bury himself inside the sweaty cave of a man. Opening his mouth he let his tongue sweep it clean of all the strong aromas, causing him to moan slightly. With his other hand he grasped the Masters chest and with the other he started to rub his stiff manhood under the loincloth. He picked his blushing face out of the pit and smiled hard as he kept on fondling himself. The Beastmaster watched him pleasuring himself and said: “I think there is one more place which may intrigue you…” He started to pull down his pants, making the Seeker stop jerking off and turn his face towards the crotch of the warrior. So many manly stenches were filling the air, the tense cock of his oozing with powerful scents. He let his nose guide him to the dick and pushed his face against the sweaty balls of Karroch. He sniffed in all the pungent odors of his manhood, and let his long tongue start fondling the balls. Beastmaster let out a groan, and Bloodseeker continued. He savored every drip of sweat that was on his nuts, slowly working his way up the shaft of his, letting his tongue work its magic. He started to suckle on the tip, fondling it with his tongue, making the pre flow in his mouth.

Suddenly a thought came over the Seeker. He could bite the tip off with ease if he wanted to. The Beastmaster clearly sensed what he was thinking and backed off from from the range of the leash. Strygwyr whined and tried to follow the cock, but soon was struggling the collar. “Not like that, Strygwyr.” He said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. “I think we should try something else.”

The Bloodseeker tilted his head, grumpling. He let his nose twitch around, wondering what was to come. The Master got up and pushed Strygwyr on the chest. He took a hold of his shoulder and pushed him around quite roughly, but he made up to it by saying: “It’s going to be fine.” . Bloodseeker simply let him position him on all fours, his rear wide open for the other man. Karroch smiled and massaged his tip against the rim of the other man. Bloodseeker whimpered, he had not been fucked in the ass in a while. “Don’t worry, of course i’ll be gentle” Karroch said quietly. All of a sudden The Beastmaster screeched, calling a boar to aid him. It didn’t seem to care what was going, but simply walked up to Karroch, waiting for a command. Beastmaster lifted his hand on the mouth of the boar, and the boar let his toxic spit fall on his the palm in front of it. Karroch whistled and the boar left leaping into the shade of trees. Bloodseeker growled in a low-pitch voice and The Master said: “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt much.”

Karroch took a bit of the spit on his finger and started to rub the rim of the asshole. It burns like hell, the Seeker thought gritting his teeth. He felt how the finger entered him, and he started to wiggle around a bit. Even though toxic, the spit worked as an excellent lube. The finger worked its way around and soon enough another finger entered. Bloodseeker clawed the ground, letting out small groans. The burn of the spit started to stop and it didn’t feel so bad anymore. He let his muscles to relax a bit, but suddenly he could feel something thicker playing with his ring. Tensing up again, the Seeker felt the tip pushing hard. He helped by pushing his hip back on him, and soon he could feel it getting inside him. He arched his back and growled hard, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth. The Master kept on pushing, grunting as he got deeper. He pressed his muscular body against Bloodseekers back, which was already damp with sweat. Strygwyr tilted his head back as the other mans member got deeper, the sense of pressure turning into something much more pleasurable. The cock rubbed just the right way, making the Seeker pant. He tried to hold himself together and he pulled the air trough his nose, but then the scents of the other man hit him hard again. The Master pulled back, giving a sniff himself of the Bloodseekers neck, and thrusting it back in, making the other man push back and whine out from pleasure. Karroch wrapped his another hand on the chest of Strygwyr. They started to move rhythmically together, the other grunting and the other whimpering like a pooch. Every whack made the Seeker fall deeper into the trance, his nostrils whiffing and his tongue slurping his lips. His fingers were dug deep in to the grassy ground, the other man had made him his bitch. And at that moment, he didn’t mind at all. The thrusting was getting more intense, every second in the blissful height making the Seeker beg for more. Karroch could sense all of this, being very pleased with his new toy.

Strygwyr was on his peak, hardly being able to hold it in anymore. The Master felt it and let his hand slide down the other one’s stomach, and over the shaft. The Bloodseeker let out moan, making his body tense up. The warrior rubbed it with his palm before he took a hold of it and gave it a couple of strong strokes, making the warm seeds shot out of his cock, all over his chest and on to the ground. Strygwyr was howling in the sexual heights, thinking that nothing could make this better, until the Beastmaster let out a heavy groan and pushed his dick in deep inside one last time, filling his ass with oozing cum. The Seeker was lost in feeling, letting out small sounds to express his satisfaction. His muscles started to meld under the mighty man, who was breathing deep. Strygwyr started to come down from the heights, collapsing under the other, panting hard and smiling like a mad man.

After lying there besides each other for a moment, the Beastmaster got up fast as he heard a quack of his hawk. “Oh, i think its time for me to get going.” Bloodseeker’s face flinched and he tried to get up, but the other was already out of the reach of his leash. “It seems your team mates are coming to look for you, and we wouldn’t want them to catch me, now would we?” He flashed his wide smile and winked. Bloodseeker panicked and tried to look for his loincloth. “Oh, and i’m taking this as a souvenir” He said waving Strygwyr’s cloth in the air. The Seeker snarled and started to tug on the rope, hoping it would snap so he could snap the neck of that smug guy. “I will end you, you filth bag!” He sneered at the receding scent of the other man. Soon the strong musk had left his nose, and he had been left fighting against a choker at his most exposed. Frantically he brayed and roared, until a familiar snicker could be heard further. Lyralei walked at him with her feather light steps. “What are you smirking about?” Bloodseeker growled and turned his clearly blushing face away from her. “Oh, nothing, just wondering what happened here.” She said looking curiously at the mess. Strygwyr simply huffed. He could never admit to anyone what just happened. And how much he enjoyed it.


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