Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2015 11:17:34 -0700
From: mike . <ccmike1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Forests of Yavva (part 2)

The Forests of Yavva (part 2)

Foreword:

    This is a work of erotic fiction set in a fantasy setting. There is
magic, lycanthropy, and mythical creatures. I write as a hobby, and
appreciate any feedback, comments, collaboration opportunities or
otherwise. Enjoy!


    "Raging through waking life will prove / loving dreams keep one
youthful and free"
        ~ Will Oldham, 'No Match'


The first thing I heard was his snoring. For minutes I laid there in that
wonderful gray place between unconsciousness and being awake. His snoring
moved through it all, an uneven cadence that I found incredibly
reassuring. I shifted slightly, feeling his hand lazily spread across my
belly, holding me to him.

I didn't want to wake just yet, so I kept my eyes closed. The hairs of his
body gently rubbed against my back as his chest softly rose and fell. His
warm breath tickled my neck, and I had the sudden urge to disappear into
his arms.

I turned onto my back, and his arm wrapped tighter against me as he inhaled
deeply. A soft morning growl escaped him, and he pressed his face right
below my ear and laid a wet kiss on my neck. "Good morning," he softly
said.

I smiled, my eyes still shut as if opening them would break this wonderful
spell I was under.

"Good morning," I grinned.

He lazily grunted, and gently pushed me over so that my back was against
him as before. I felt the scratching of his beard as his lips planted
another kiss, this time on the back of my neck. "You were amazing," he
whispered.

His cock seemed to agree, as I felt it stirring against one of my ass
checks. I shifted slightly, and he slowly humped at me for just a moment
before it found its mark. I sighed as he pushed near effortlessly into my
ass. His breathing grew heavy against my neck, and he slowly started
massaging his cock in and out of my hole.

"Oh yeah. I could get used to this," he whispered.

I just moaned in response, letting him gently fuck me. His big hand draped
over me deliberately caressed at my belly before moving down to my hard,
wet member. I instinctively pushed forward into his hand, his fingers
wrapped tight around my shaft. A rhythm soon emerged. He would stroke down
on my cock as I pushed eagerly into it, then he'd grind his cock deep into
me as I pushed back hungrily.

Milking my cock and prostate, it wasn't long before I felt that swell of
orgasm begin to build. Lost in bliss I moaned, and before I knew it I was
convulsing in orgasm. I felt my cum held back by his meaty grip, then
ushered out as he'd run his hand up my shaft to my sensitive head, and back
down again. My moans were then met with his grunts as I felt his cock
harder inside me, and I found myself milking at his cock with my ass
muscles. It felt like it went forever as those waves of pleasure hit both
of us.

When it finally was over, we stayed like that for a moment, frozen in the
perfect moment. That nice bliss came over us like the quiet falling of
snow. I opened my eyes to see a number of long ropes of cum trailed from my
cock to all over the bed. Wherever he had pointed my cock, seemed to be wet
with my juices.

He nuzzled against my neck, as his hand gently coaxed the very last of my
orgasm out. "Alka..." he softly spoke.

At the time I did not know what he meant by this, but then and there lost
in bliss I quickly brushed my curiosity aside, and fell back asleep.

The second time I awoke, the sunlight came through the windows as a soft
morning blue. Keevoh was gone, but the entire bed felt warm and his scent
still lingered.

I pulled myself up, and yawning found my discarded clothes and went
outside. The crisp, cool air greeted me outside. I felt nice against my
sticky and sweaty body. Besides the waking sound of birds and insects, I
could just make out the sound of running water behind the cabin.

I followed the sound and found a creek. It was hardly deep enough, so I
followed it. My instinct paid off, as after a short hike the creek dumped
into a river. It looked to be fairly deep. I removed my clothes, and
stepped into it.

The way in which the water rushed around my legs should have been warning
enough, but glowing from the night before I felt invincible. I waded out
into the water, feeling the sweat and trials of the previous days wash
away. The current was fairly strong, and floating I let it take me. It was
not long after I realized the current was picking up, and further down I
could see white water breaking against visible rocks. I tried to swim to
shore but this proved to be useless. The first rock came as a sharp blow
against my knee. I clutched at it as I went over the rapids. I thrashed,
trying to keep my head above water. I howled as one rock gashed my side and
others clobbered my flailing arms and legs. Staying above water, breathing,
became critical. I would suck in air before being thrown back into a
violent tumble, enduring the full span of the rapids.

By the time the current subsided I was worn out, sore and felt the sting of
opened skin on my side and hands. My feet found the gravel riverbed, and I
stood to find the water waist deep. I heard heavy breathing behind me, and
spinning around found myself face to face with a large black bear. He had a
fish still flapping in its mouth, and with big grey eyes stared at me. I
softly gasped and backed away. To my right I heard the roar of another bear
(this one brown). With teeth barred and a menacing look on his face, he
raised himself on two legs. He towered over me, and with claws spread I was
sure this to be my end.

He raised one paw and advanced as I tried to back away. And then came a
third bear with auburn fur. At first it was a blur. The brown bear
advancing on me was pummeled from the side by the auburn bear. They snapped
and clawed at each other, and wrestling threw up water in every
direction. The brown bear was by far the larger of the two, and at one
point managed to throw the other off of him. They squared off, teeth barred
and growling at one and other.

"Stop!" a voice boomed. A large man placed himself between the two. He had
black hair and large gray eyes, too similar to that first bear for me not
to realize they were one in the same. "Brothers, please! You are not
enemies," he directed to both of them. This seemed to work, as the growling
turned to panting. They stared at each other a moment, then the brown one
began to shrink. His fur effortlessly changed to skin, and within seconds
was in his human form. He was very tall, with a chiseled jaw and sinewy
muscles that in some ways appeared more animal-like than his ursine form.

He turned a raptor glare on me. "Who are you, trespasser?"

I fumbled, searching for the right words. A familiar voice answered for me,
"He is my guest."

Keevoh (who I could only assume was the auburn furred bear) moved towards
me, but all the while keeping a weary eye on the other.

"You will not harm him. By our custom--"

"Guest or not, he is in our territory; he is in our river."

Keevoh did not respond immediately, but met the other's gaze with teeth
practically bared. "He is my guest," Keevoh said evenly.

"And where did you meet this guest? Would you vouch for this stranger? Do
not think I do not sense it too."

He set that raptor glare on me again, "I know what you are. Do not think I
do not sense that wild magic coursing through your veins. Where is your
master?" I found myself backing up as he advanced on me.

"Stop!" Keevoh yelled, and thrashing advanced towards us.

It was the third man, the large one with black hair and big gray eyes, who
put himself between me and my assailant. He held one hand up and
smiled. The tall muscled man stopped, and waited for him to speak. "Karr,
can you not smell it?" He turned to me and leaned slightly in and
inhaled. "Not all of Keevoh has been washed from his body. No, I believe he
is more than Keevoh's guest." With those big gray eyes he smiled at me,
then winked. "What is your name?"

"I... uh..."

"He doesn't know," Keevoh finished, sounding miserable. He moved to me, and
placing his hands on my shoulders looked into my eyes with embarrassment
and concern. "Are you OK?" He whispered. I didn't trust my voice, so just
nodded my head.

"He does not belong here," the tall one named Karr stated.

Keevoh half turned, "By our customs--"

"By our customs we must speak. In private." Karr blared.

There was a pause, and then Keevoh turned back to me. "Can you walk? Can
you make it back to the cabin?"

Instinctually I knew that as hostile as Karr was towards me, that it was in
my best interest to leave. But I didn't want to go. The words spoken were
already spinning in my mind. Despite not being welcome, there was clearly
some truths here-- truths about Keevoh and truths about my own identity and
the world that I had only recently waken to.

"Go." Keevoh said. And softer, so that only I could hear, "Please, go."

I frowned, and searched his face for the answers I needed. I found
trepidation, but also a genuine concern. I nodded numbly, and turning waded
to the shore. The cold morning air bit into me as I fully emerged from the
water. I did not turn around. I just simply walked up shore to fetch my
clothes.

I must have sat on his porch, for at least an hour. I followed again and
again the threads in my mind. I felt alarm, concern for Keevoh, fear at
some verdict that would force me to leave, an excitement still in having
met this amazing man, and I also felt anger. I was angry, and at first I
didn't fully know why. It felt like betrayal, but at the same time this was
a man whom I had just met the other day. He had his world, and who was I to
judge? My world was still a grey blur, but underneath all the strange
unwelcome emotion, there was this thorn. It was a thorn in my mind, a sharp
point of pain that I could not deny: he knew something about me. Karr said
he sensed magic in me, and inquired where my master was. He had spoken with
such disdain and conviction, that it seemed almost certain he knew who or
what I was. If he knew, Keevoh had to have.

I was left with all these conflicting emotions for quite some time. At one
point I walked halfway to the river. I stopped, turned around, and found
myself back on his porch. The morning turned to afternoon, and by then
famished, I summoned the courage to enter his house. That sweet blend of
rosemary, smoke, wood and musk filled my nose and I thought of last
night. I went to the chest, and produced some dried fish and root
vegetables. I munched on them for a bit, and wandered over to the bed. It
still radiated his scent and a heavy smell of sex. I laid down in that
intoxicating embrace, and closed my eyes. Little phantoms from the morning
played out in my head, and without the distraction of memories apart from
Keevoh, I was forced to let them unfold again and again. I thought of last
night, his large animal form mounting my quivering body. I thought of
waking up to his gentle snores, that white angelic light seeping through. I
thought of the river, the water rushing over my head between gasping and
clawing for air. I thought of Karr and his violent disapproval. Eventually
sleep began to take hold, and as the lights of consciousness dimmed I heard
myself whisper, "Forgive."

I woke to smell of cooked fish and the popping of the fire pit. It was
dark, and silhouetted was Keevoh's form positioned towards the fire. I
shifted to get up, wincing at the soreness from the river accident.

"You shouldn't get up. You need to rest."

I instinctively reached down to my side, where I had been cut. I found a
small grassy patch on my wound, damp with a thick paste.

"My side," I said.

He turned to me. "I dressed your wounds. You should be fully healed in the
next few days, but you will need to rest."

He put his hand on my shoulder and looked in my eyes. He had a weary, sad
look on his face, and the flames danced in his eyes. "I am sorry. I did not
want you to meet them that way."

The fire rustled and popped, and it took a moment before I responded. "What
Korr said. Do you know what I am?"

Keevoh winced, and sighed deeply. "Yes."

"There was a wizard, two day's travel from here. My kind has never meddled
with his affairs, but we knew of his practice. He would tell you he takes
on apprentices, teaching them the arts of human magic and helping them
achieve their potential. In reality, he breaks boys. He experiments on
them, abuses them, perverts their magic and worse. He is considered a
monster by many."

"Some have escaped, and some cast aside after a time. Perhaps some are
dead, but my kind has only known those we have met. His magic has a very
distinct signature."

He turned away for a moment, hiding his face in the shadow. He quietly
concluded, "You may not remember who you are, but it could have been
worse. It could have been much worse."

For a brief second, that grey cloud that was my past coalesced into the
face of an older man-- cold blue eyes, clean shaven, and wrinkles on an
expressionless face.

"Aureth." I whispered.

"Yes. That is the wizard's name."

"Had today not happened... would you have told me?" I heard myself asking.

He didn't answer. He turned back to me, his eyes in the firelight, and
instead hugged me. I resisted for but a moment, but breathing in that sweet
musk, feeling that warmth radiating off of him, I relented and hugged him
back.

The fish had cooked too long, but I think we both were grateful for the
meal and the company. We ate in mostly silence, both lost in thought from
all that has transpired. He did not mention the meeting with Karr and the
one with the large grey eyes, and I did not press him further for
knowledge.

After our meal he went outside to smoke alone, and I laid back down in his
warm, wonderful bed. My eyes closed, and later I felt his arm slip around
me carefully avoiding my side wound. His hand rested on my belly and
spooning me tight he planted a kiss on my neck before we both crossed over
into sleep.