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The Bastard’s Curse

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Denton was trying his best not to simply fall asleep as he read the same paragraph in his textbook over and over. Uni was really getting under the borzoi’s skin, and he thought going to the library would help put him in the right head space, but all it did was lull him with all its quiet page turning and humming vents. All he wanted to do was take his board and go to the skate park, but he was stuck studying.

“Fuck me dude,” Denton rolled his dark claws up against his bangs to reveal his chocolate brown eyes, more of his shaggy white fur being exposed as he slipped his fingers under his black beanie. He slapped the cap down next to him. His head was already on fire from trying to focus so hard. He didn’t need the added heat. The lanky canine pulled on his bottom lids as he let his breath bubble out of his lips like he was some sort of steam engine relieving pressure through a putsing valve. “I can’t believe they’re making me learn this bull. Generals fucking suck.”

“Tell me about it,” someone spoke up beside the borzoi and caused him to jump in his seat.

“Oh shit, sorry dude,” Denton blinked and looked over at the person who was sitting at the desk beside him. “I didn’t mean to, like, fuck up your study sesh.”

“It’s no problem, really,” the person next to him was a black and white wolf, or maybe a shiba? It was hard to tell. He wasn’t a massive beast like a wolf would be, but he had that shape to his muzzle. He was just so toned and compact like he was part of the track team and not like the regular rugby freaks that dominated the wolf genepool here at uni. “I can’t stand these communication classes. What generals do you have weighing you down?”

“I…um,” Denton swallowed as he looked the guy over. How the hell didn’t he notice him before? He was one of the cutest and hottest pieces of ass he had ever seen. The guy wore a similar metal band t-shirt that Denton was wearing, only his was cut off to expose his sides. He was toned yet soft, his dark nipples exposed, his curves accentuated in his athletic shorts. His fur was black as ink, but he had silky white fur on his hands, and feet and underbelly.

“Pre-Calc?” The wolf cocked a brow, looking over at the borzoi’s text book. “You know, I tested out of math. I’m very good at multiplying and balancing equations.”

“Oh, um…yeah? I’m pretty good with communications myself. I mean, I got a passing grade last semester so I could share some notes with you.”

“Really? Dude, that’d be great,” the guy shot the shaggy borzoi a dazzling smile. The canines weren’t as vicious looking to other dogs, so Denton didn’t feel intimidated. If anything he felt pulled in.

“Yeah, no problem,” Denton blushed, scratching the back of his head. “The name’s Denton by the way.” The borzoi offered his hand to the wolf.

“Jace,” he took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Nice to meet ya.”

“Jace…wait…” Denton blinked. “You’re, like, Gilles’s friend, right? The one with the…the um…”

“The what?” Jace smirked. Denton’s fur stood on end as he felt his leg being brushed by Jace’s foot paw. The borzoi blushed so hard his muzzle flushed pink as he felt those toes claws gently slip up and down his leg.

“That you um…are…like…that you got a condition where…where you’re always…ya know?”

“Ya know, if you can say it out loud, I’ll give you the full experience of my ‘condition.’”

Denton swallowed, his lips parting as he felt the warmth in his chest building. The burning in his head made sense, the inability to focus. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the air had a sweet musk to it. A warm hint of spring and the promise of summer’s warmth. It tingled across Denton’s nose, his toe claws flexed in his Vans as he finally felt the sparking of the pheromones in his muzzle and lungs, the way it made his teeth chatter.

“That you’re always in heat,” Denton thought his heart was going to explode and his face would melt off with embarrassment.

“Oh come on now Denton,” Jace smirked, leaning closer so his lips were a hair’s breath away from the borzoi’s. “That can’t be the only thing you’ve heard. Say it all, and I can make you feel it all.”

“I…really?” Denton was sweating.

“No foolin’,” Jace smirked. “Consider it a deal. You say it all out loud, and I’ll give you the full experience.”

“Oh fuck…I’ve never done anything…um…raw before…” Denton swallowed, his mouth dry.

“Say it,” Jace urged, his hand coming to rest on Denton’s thigh.

“They say that you’re always in heat, but can’t get pregnant.”

“See? Was that so hard?” Jace smirked, his fingers tracing over the edge of Denton’s bulge. “Now, you want to come help me take care of it?”

“Y-Yeah!” Denton blinked. “I mean…if that’s what you want.”

“Oh Denton,” Jace leaned forward, his lips pressing against the borzoi’s, the tight jock’s compacted form belying a strength that he used to pull Denton into that kiss. Their tongues swirled, their lips smacked as they made out. Denton’s heart was beating out of his chest, his hands shakily coming to Jace’s shoulders and gently massaging them before their lips broke apart. “I want it all the time. Let’s get this party started.”

Jace stood and pulled Denton out of his seat by his hand, leaving their books at the desk.

“W-Wait, isn’t the frat the other way?” Denton asked.

“We’re not going there. We’re going to some place a bit more private,” Jace gave Denton a little wink, the wolf’s violet eyes glittering with mischief.

***

Denton was surprised with the apartment they ended up in, especially for it to be nestled in amongst the affordable housing for the students living off campus. It wasn’t necessarily a penthouse, but it was higher end than what the borzoi would expect for his fellow students. It was very modern and open. Denton felt bad walking with his shoes on the carpet, it was so nice. The place had a massive kitchen and living room and even an upstairs that lead to some bedrooms. But they didn’t go up, they went beyond the living room and past a couple of large double doors.

It was an office, the furnishings gorgeous dark wood and the walls adorned with framed trinkets and artifacts of varying sizes. One was a goat skull in a red velvet shadow box, another a piece of parchment written in blood that seemed to be a small part of a larger piece that had rotted away. There was also a suit of armor in the corner, but it wasn’t shiny steel, but black metal adorned with silver pieces and other horns and spikes. It looked more like some sort of cosplay piece than a historically accurate armor set.

“Woah, dude, this place rocks,” Denton gawked at the pieces all around the office. Jace closed the double doors and drew the curtains to give them some privacy. Not that anyone was home.

“Yeah, Gilles is kind of a collector of the rare and esoteric,” Jace shrugged.

“Like what?” Denton was taken out of his lusty haze for a moment, fascinated with the pieces around the office. This was a drug lord’s den for sure. The only thing missing was an albino rhino or tiger tied up in the corner of the room.

“Well, let’s look at the most recent piece,” Jace slinked over to the desk where a broadsword was on the table, but there was also a velvet box. “You see, these two pieces were once a prolific swordsman’s. First the sword, and this.”

Jace popped open the velvet box on the table. Nestled inside was an old tarnished locket. The chain was made of the same old brass, but the metalwork over the oval locket was intricate and detailed. It was a blade piercing flames, a ruby glinting on the hilt of the blade.

“They say that the swordsman was a massive beast of a man, an absolute brute that could cleave even boulders with a simple blade because of his strength.” Jace took the locket from the box and came over to Denton. They were both roughly the same size, maybe Denton was a hair taller. “But he was a regular Genghis Khan.”

“A regular what?” Denton cocked a brow as Jace clasped the locket around the borzoi’s neck.

“Haven’t gotten to that unit yet? He was a brilliant strategist, but he was also known as,” Jace smirked as he leaned back against the desk, his thumbs hooking into his athletic shorts and letting them fall around his ankles. “A prolific breeder.”

Denton had his hand on the back of his neck inspecting the locket’s clasp, but as soon as Jace dropped his shorts, the borzoi’s eyes were all on that sweet cookie between his legs. Denton had heard many stories about Jace’s sweet pussy and others said he had a nice juicy spade, but now he knew what ones were lying. Between Jace’s legs was a sweet, dark, spade. The puffy entrance was already glistening with need, his thighs a sparkling mess of his desire.

“Oh fuck,” Denton moaned and went over to Jace. The lanky dog’s tail swished behind him as he gazed at that beautiful spade, his hand hesitantly coming to cup it only for Jace to grip his wrist and bring him the rest of the way. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Always,” Jace gave a soft moan.

Denton gave a sly smirk as his fingers ran over that puffy spade, his fingers getting soaked in that sweet heat.

“Come on Denton,” Jace murred and flipped around. “Show me how a legendary warrior adds a bitch to his harem.”

Denton’s brow went wide as he saw that sculpted ass, those thighs swaying back and forth and making those pillowy buns jiggle side to side.

“Oh?” Denton had a lusty growl in his voice as he worked his belt off. “You want this warrior to fuck his newest conquest?”

Jace gave a little murr, his hips pushing back as a single pearl of need slowly slipped out of that cookie’s folds and drooped down on a silky thread before breaking off and hitting the floor.

“Oh fuck yeah I do,” Jace gave a deep murr, happy that the locket was working so well already.

“That’s a good boy,” Denton smirked, undoing his shorts and letting them fall on the ground and kicking them to the side. In reality, the locket wasn’t doing anything. Denton just knew how to roll play like a champ. His LARP friends were some kinky fucks so he knew his way around a fantasy.

Denton came forward, his bitch sticker slapping that ass, his hard six inches throbbing like mad. The pheromones in the air caused the borzoi to shudder, his hips gyrating and sometimes thrusting involuntarily. With a slow slide back, Denton lined his tip up with that sweet cookie until his tapered tip caught that hole and both him and Jace merged together. Denton’s red rocket disappeared inside Jace while the wolf’s walls drooled over that raw cock.

“Holy FUCKING shit,” Denton moaned, his balls bouncing and boiling with the need to bust, but he held back as he started rocking his hips. “Oh fuck yeah! Get that raw dog dick.”

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