Kiran/Keaton

You are Kiran. Legendary Summoner. Wielder of Breidablik. Savior of Askr and Nifl.

The decision to construct a bath house was a wise one. After so many trips to the Illusory Dungeon, you received recommendations day in and day out from the many heroes who reached the end to bring the lovely springs back home for all to enjoy. You did so with a new building, and though the cost in orbs was steep, the relaxation and bonding it offered proved to be well worth the cost.

Late in the evening after an extended day of intense battling, training, summoning sessions, meetings, and all sorts of activity in between, you finally have a moment to yourself. You decide to spend the night relaxing in a heated bath, letting all the aches and pains wash away. At this time of night, you hypothesize that the pools would be empty, and you were happy to be correct as you stepped into the building. You take a moment to step out of your Askian robes in the changing rooms and slip a white towel around your waistline, keeping yourself wholesome.

Walking into the empty bathing area and closing the door behind you, the first thing you feel is the steamy atmosphere of the heated waters rush across your skin. The pool itself is spacious, giving you ample room to yourself – if there were any other souls about. But for now, it’s simply you and your thoughts. You approach the crystal clear water’s edge and sit down upon the concrete. You inch one toe in to test the heat. It stings at first, but is easy to adjust to. Soon your leg is in down to its kneecap and followed by the other, before the inevitable slide inwards.

All along the inner walls of the pool is an outcropping to rest on. While it’s possible to swim back and forth, the design was more for winding down than play. This hardly stops rambunctious dragons or boastful warriors from starting competitions including ‘who could make the largest splash’ or ‘who can race to the other end first,’ but your objective is the former. Reclining back upon the underwater seat, the still waters crest just at your shoulder blades. The heat works its way across your spent body tending to all the exhausted muscles. The torchlight illuminating the area is dim enough to let you shut your eyes and reflect on the day’s events without hindrance. You let your neck hang limp and the back of your head rest against the stone. It’s a serene way to end the evening, and you feel as though you could spend the entire evening in this one spot.

This peaceful moment would not last for much longer. As you take in another deep breath of steamy air, the sound of footsteps approach strikes your ears. You’re too engrossed in the bathing sensation to care (though you did expect you’d be alone), but a sudden splashing sound breaks your concentration in an instant. Jolting upwards, your face is pelted with sprinkles of bath water. As your once shut eyes readjust to the low light, the first thing you can decipher is a figure standing straight with both arms stretched straight in the air. It tilts to one side, then the other, and as the blurriness fades, you can instantly recognize who the silhouette belongs to.

Keaton the Wolfskin is a beast-kin hero that you summoned a few months prior. Alongside his daughter, he proved to be a powerful addition to the lineup and invaluable in a number of battles, though he occasionally had trouble finding them. It got so bad that you had to begin personally escorting him there and back, something that he greatly appreciated but would always outright deny. Here he stands before you after taking a liberal jump into the bath. How he ignored the shocking change in temperature is up to a guess.

Torso above the pool, you blink as you watch the Wolfskin stretch, oblivious to your presence. His bare white skin is soaked and droplets of water trail down his naked flesh back into the surface below. The scruffy, long black hair and opposite white top clings drenched to his body and neck. You are about to call out to him, but your voice suddenly finds itself caught in your throat. Beneath the pool’s edge, you could see perfectly underneath. Rather than opt for a towel, Keaton chose to dive in completely bare. Your eyes unwittingly fixate between his legs, but the intense stare is interrupted as he finally noticed your presence.

“Hey!” He called out, “who are you? What are you doing here?”

The Wolfskin lowers his arms and takes a defensive position. While he needs a beaststone to transform, he is anything but weak. You hastily bring your arms up from the depths and wave both hands in front of you innocently, calling out your name.

“Huh? Kiran?” He quizzically asks while remaining on edge. “You don’t look like him…”

It dawns on you that while outside, you rarely take off your distinctive robe. It could be that Keaton simply has never seen you without it. You inform him that certainly you at least have a similar voice, don’t you?

“Hmmnn I guess that’s true…but you could just be good at altering it!” Keaton drops his guard and strokes the edge of him chin. He’s in contemplation for nearly a minute before he balls up a fist and lets it drop on his other open fist. “I got it!” He exclaimed. “If you’re really Kiran, you’ll smell like him.”

Smell? Your eyes dart around confused, trying to do anything but stare at the advancing nude beastkin. A tinge of heat wholly separate from the relaxing bath runs across your cheeks. You ask if that’s entirely necessary, emphasizing that the bath surely would’ve neutralized it.

“Nah, I know Kiran. My nose will be able to root out who you are!” He exclaims. By now, Keaton has closed the gap between you two. He bends over you as you try to sink further into your underwater seat. One arm reaches out to the edge to keep him stable while he tilts his head to the other. Starting at your temple, the Wolfskin sniffs towards your ear and down your neck, inadvertently drawing himself closer to you. Behind him, you can see a glimpse of his tail start to swing back and forth. He springs backwards shortly after. The look of animosity is replaced with a wide, toothy grind.

“Wow, it really is you! You look so different! Did you shed your hair?” Keaton asks. When you inform him you simply disrobed, he sinks down to his chin and lets out a murmured “oh.” He clearly did not think of that. You try to change subjects and ask him what he’s doing here so late. His pupils cast a lonely puppy look up from the surface, then he stands up once more in all his naked glory.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, the castle must have upped and moved or something. When I followed my usual trail home, it was gone! So after some hunting I finally tracked it back down. The moon was already out by then but after all that running around, I was dead tired. I figured that I would try out the bath for once,” he says while shrugging his shoulders. “What about you?” You inform Keaton that your duties rarely give you time for peace and quiet, so you chanced that this place would be empty. Upon hearing that, the Wolfskin looks dejected, but you quickly reassure him that you do not mind the company.

At once, his droopy ears shoot back up. He tilts forward until you’re eye level once more, hiking his backside high enough for you to see his tail wagging above his forehead. “That’s great! Then how about I show you how to bathe like a Wolfskin?” You have little time to process the question before Keaton snags your wrist with both hands and pulls backwards. You go sailing straight into his front then directly into the water. The two of you wrestle about then surface, satisfying the need for air. While standing across from the heavily breathing and grinning Keaton, you notice that the towel once wrapped around your waist is sailing towards the opposite end of the pool. You turn towards it feeling obviously bare without it just in time for the beastkin to launch forward again, this time tackling you. Despite the aggressiveness, you can tell he’s taking it easy on you. While attempting to get a grip on you, you can feel his hands glide across your body, eventually settling upon your hips. You too try your best to get the upper hand but when you both resurface once more, he has the dominant position.

Keaton’s chest is pressed directly up against your back. Both his arms are wrapped around your torso, skirting your waistline. He hugs with a comforting strength oddly warmer than the steamy bath around you. His chin rests directly upon your shoulder and with a pearly white grin, he turns towards you and chuckles. You let out a nervous laugh in response, but it’s more due to a certain organ imposing itself directly between your rear cheeks. There’s absolutely no gap between you and the Wolfskin.

“Haha, got you! You suck at this Kiran,” he jests. “I win!” Keaton is apt to let you go, but before he unclasps his hands, something catches his eye. His red eyes twinkle and his white cheeks darken a shade of red when he notices your raging erection under the clear water. You catch him staring and rapidly look the other way. There’s an attempt at an excuse but only stumbled words part your lips.

“Is that…because of me?” Keaton asks with an astonished tone. As you work up the courage to answer, you can feel the Wolfskin’s own twitch behind you. Somebody’s interested. Relinquishing defeat, you look sullenly down and nod. You can hear his heavy, labored breaths next to your ear as you begin to explain. After the two of you forged a tight-knit bond between one another, you found yourself more attracted to him than a platonic relationship. You never thought of airing it in fear of ruining it, but you couldn’t have predicted that this would ever happen. After some a heavy minute of crushing silence that feels like hours, you can feel Keaton press his cheek against yours and nuzzle away. You gasp a breath, but he answers back with a tighter lock around your waist.

“I can accept that.” You feel a jump in your heartbeat. Turning your chin to face him, the two of you lock eyes. Keaton inches forward and closes his eyes as you do yours. Your lips meet together in the middle. His are softer than you would imagine given his powerful exterior, of which pushes against you in a sudden thrust. Below, his cock has firmed up and moved, sliding directly between your legs and grinds against your thighs. You gasp at the sensation, and the crafty wolf takes full advantage of the sudden weakness.

Keaton pushes his tongue straight past your lips and into your mouth. Yours timidly meets his and its soon obvious that his is far wider and longer than yours, no doubt due to his heritage. It overpowers yours and begins to coil around it. His taste is heavy and the wiggling muscle produces excess saliva that slides along yours and down your throat. It leaves you heaving for breath, shaking with excitement. He retracts soon afterwards and disconnects the hug to wipe away some of the excess spittle on the back of his hand. Breathing deep, as are you, you keep your gaze, albeit with your lids half shut.

“Not bad for a first kiss, right?” Keaton says between his steady breaths. You nod, then lean straight back for a second. Your lips peck at his repeatedly until they’re forced together by him. While indulging in his sweet, savory, and dense tongue, your eyes suddenly pop open. Keaton’s hand did not return to hug you, but instead dips underneath and grasps your mast for himself. His palm is somewhat coarse, but the pleasing feeling sends a thundering shock up your spine. He begins to smoothly pump your length from base to tip, taking his time to fully enjoy the texture and size for himself. In response, you move your legs closer together, collapsing the vise around his subtle thrusting underneath. He whines and pulls away, this time leaning his neck forward to keep your foreheads connected.

“I’ve only done this on my own, so let me know if it’s good,” he says with a noticeable nervous tone. It must be the first time you’ve ever heard him sound as such. Chuckling, you nod and give him another reassuring kiss. As you writhe together in the waters, Keaton explores your body with his non-stroking hand. It bashfully traces up your torso, across one of your stiff buds, and gives an experimental roll, causing you to moan. Fingers dance across leaving more trails of water in their wake towards the other and tease it in much the same way.

You feel like you could continue this dance forever, but your Wolfskin lover has something else in mind. Without warning, he steps back and turns you around, then pushes you by your shoulders until your back is against the solid rim of the pool. You take the hint and push your nude rear upwards and scoot several inches in reverse. Keaton creeps to the edge and stands upon the seat underneath, putting his bare crotch straight above yours. You get a full view of his penis for the first time. It’s rigid and colored a dark ruddy hue lined with several veins. A healthy, untrimmed patch of black pubic hair lies soaked above. His hefty sack swings underneath, polished and without wrinkle. Dragging you forward, he pushes your shaft directly against his. The comparison forces you to gulp. His is several inches large and a hint wider, but you shove it away again chocking it up to his bestial persona. Giving a few lascivious pumps of his hips upwards, he trails the underside of his aching cock along yours. There’s little restraint left in his system. You nod and reassure him once more than this is what you want.

Taking hold of himself by the girthy base, Keaton pushes the head through your cleft cheeks until it reaches the hole within. His tail bats the water while he traces the ring, unabashedly excited. You heft yourself up just far enough that you can sling both your hands behind his neck. His ragged, husky breath pelts your nape. Waiting in anticipation for that first savage thrust, your teeth gnash against your lower lip threatening to tear skin. Keaton holds you by your shapely hips and lowers you upon him. The bulbous tip of his spear prods through the center of your ass, gently prying it apart. As his head crosses center, you know there’s no more going back.

Keaton grunts loudly. His movement has paused, adjusting to your tightness. It grips down around him as snug as a glove. His crimson eyes ogles your nude form from head to joined groins, wickedly grinning all the while. With confidence he drives his hips inwards, carving you open inch by inch of his massive, bestial tool. One particular instance leaves you yelping loudly as a pang of ecstasy courses throughout your body. That doesn’t stop the Wolfskin who is determined to see you impaled upon his manhood still throbbing every second or two within you. You crack one eye open and look down just in time to see his legs at yours and feel his sack rest against your ass. Keaton is fully inside you. The feeling rocks you from your lower legs all the way to your stomach. There’s a burning sensation throughout. Sweat rolls down your forehead intermixed with the drying up water from before. After holding it there, Keaton rolls his hips backwards just over where he found your prostate, dragging his head directly over the bump within, then thrusts down to his base once again. It’s a swift one that leaves your body quivering.

His pace quickens and levels out. He never pulls more than halfway out of your beat red body, and always makes sure to bottom out. Eventually you figure out the pace and begin to heft your snagged hips to the rhythm, ensuring that the next prostate-pounding lunge into you leaves you drooling. His grip on your waist tightens. You can hear Keaton begin to audibly snarl and growl, getting lost in the lust. Now his vibrant cock is pistoning in and out of your lowest depths, sending your mind into a numb ecstatic feeling. That’s when you feel it pulse over you. The next stab across your prostate has you whimper. Your vision turns a hazy white. Out from your unattended cock, ropes of your built up seed come shooting out like a fountain. The first, most powerful shots erupt onto Keaton’s well-built chest, and while the rest are just as voluminous, they begin to cover your crotch, eventually pooling and dripping down your thighs onto your Wolfskin’s thrusting dick.

Watching the sight sends Keaton into a loving fury. He snatches you up in a hug, squishing fronts together and spreading your semen all across both your skin. His rapid movements sacrifice length for speed. You grip him back, and feel his tongue sliding along your neck as you do. Tightly bound, both of you cry out as he finishes within your exhausted body. As deep as he can possibly be, Keaton’s balls contract against your ass and empty out an enormous orgasm you can feel surpasses yours. His molten hot cream spreads all throughout your inner body, caking it in his essence. He pants like a dog the whole while, holding you and nipping at your neck. When he’s finally out of seed, he doesn’t pull out right away. The two of you collapse onto the stone, breathing heavy and deep. Only after he regains his breath does the beast-kin exit you, leaving your star a battered hue and leaking a viscous white. Rolling over, Keaton closes his eyes and remains silent, unsure of what to say. Your hand fumbles about and finds his. Fingers interlace and squeeze down tightly while the two of you laugh between gasps.

“Hahaah...Kiran that was….great,” he says, not wanting to move. “I didn’t expect this at all...but I can’t say I’m disappointed! Though now we’re going to have to wash again.” He laughs and jumps back into the pool dragging you along with him.