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"The Salty Side"

From under the hood, he could make out little more than the smell of alcohol, drunks and the smell of the sea. It always got his heart racing when those atmospheres mixed; better than a night at the Salty Dog in Booty Bay. The worgen's tongue slid along his teeth as he was led completely blinded toward an unknown location. His hands were bound together behind his back, he tried to flex his claws to sever the rope, but not only were they tied too tightly for him to get to them, it also wasn't time for him to free himself. Not yet, anyway.

His target was someone who used his good-roguish name to rob innocent citizens of the port town; it's all well and good, but when his partner got involved, that was when things got personal. His feet shuffled the ground; he felt the soil under his paws, they were near a beach somewhere, probably not far from the bay. What he despised more than a coward and a thief; was a lazy coward and thief. His fists tightened as he felt the men at his back push down on his shoulders; forcing him to his knees, he growled defiantly but his knees met the dirt. The men released him and moments later, he could hear the footsteps of someone approaching.

"Remove it." Someone with a gravelly voice spoke up.

Almost immediately, a pair of hands grabbed the bottom of the hood and pulled it off the worgen. His blue eyes flashed for a moment before being interrupted by the bands of braided fur that fell over them. The red bindings on them quickly contrasting his fully black coat of fur. Quickly he fluttered and shook his head, causing his ears to flop and then pop straight up as the men near him grabbed his shoulders again to steady him.

"Get off." He growled, but the men ignored him until the human raised his hand, and the two released him.

"So. You are Dexter Tulipsdale; the Dexter Tulipsdale?"

The worgen blinked at the man standing before him. He wore an absurd-looking blue vest with no shirt underneath, a pair of white baggy pants with a scimitar that hung loosely off the side. A pair of black boots hid the man's feet, and an unkempt beard helped to hinder the man's features. He had an eyepatch with one green eye that stared at him, though something told the rogue that the patch was just for looks. He wore a red bandanna that was wrapped around his head; he couldn't be a more pretentious form of a pirate if ever Dex had seen one. Still, the man was rather well built and didn't appear to have any deformities: "Damn, going to have to pay twenty gold to Morrice then." He uttered to himself. He spoke up. "So what if I am?" He asked.

The man's eyes widened for a moment; he scoffed a bit, searching for the words to reply. "Well, then it'd be a real shame to have to kill the real man that made this band what it is."

Dexter's eyes scanned the scruffy band around him as he stood up. "What? This pathetic lot of scurvy dogs?" He said. "I've seen fleas with more backbone to them." He scoffed. "Not one of you've got what it takes to match my level!" He said as he stood up and abruptly puffed out his chest. The sleeve of his coat he wore slid a knife down to his clenched hand and he deftly slashed the ropes away to unbind himself and he burst from his captivity with a mighty roar and a howl that echoed through the night.

"Wh-what?! GET HIM!"

In an instant, the band began to charge the worgen. Dex swiped his claw and felt the distinct rip of flesh under his nails as they dragged across one of the men's faces. He screamed and the rogue threw him back. Two more men jumped him; each grabbing an arm, but Dexter quickly swung himself around, knocking the men off guard and then flipped forward, dragging them into the dirt at his feet. Blinking to see another running up toward him, he unlocked the pistol in the possessions someone dropped and instantly fired; stopping him in place. Just as he stood up, he then pointed the gun at their leader, who froze in place like a statue; his mouth hung open in a look of sheer terror that whited his face pale. "Where do you think you're goin'?" Dex growled as he stood up and glanced around to see the other members of the party already having been dead or had run off. "You honestly think I got the reputation I've gotten by plundering the innocent?"

The man paused for a moment before awkwardly shrugging. "The thought had crossed my mind, yeah. What with you being an outlaw and all that."

"There's more to being a rogue than--" Dexter took a momentary pause. "Than roguing." He muttered. "It takes a certain skill, finesse, it takes--"

"A bunch more men?" The man interrupted by snapping his fingers.

Dexter's eyes widened as the ship docked in the cove behind them suddenly began to swarm with a great deal more pirates. A quick scan counted at least fifty that were moving along the decks, howling with laughter as they accumulated. He knew that Morrice was on that ship somewhere, and before he could get too outnumbered he muttered: "Yeah, that might be a thing." He said before rushing toward the dock. The leader pulled his sword and swung it at the worgen, but Dex quickly avoided the strike, grabbed the mooring line that was attached to the boat and severed it; it launched him up into the air and with a kick off the structure it was attached to, he flew hard and fast into the enemy numbers on the ship.

The confusion was outstanding as the men Dex landed into didn't want to swing their swords at him without risking hitting themselves. Dexter hit the deck and rolled, launching himself to his feet he swung his blades and kicked, knocking three or four off the deck at once. He swung around and began to deflect the swords now coming in as the other deckhands recovered and began to fight back. He swept his leg under them and charged toward the back end of the deck, where the doorway would lead him to the lower levels. "Morrice? Where the hell are you?!" He called out. There was no answer above the sound of the pirates yelling and charging after him.

Dexter avoided a few more swords, deflecting them quickly and then slammed his shoulder into the door. He closed the door behind him as he made it through and bolted it shut. He could hear the men behind banging at the wood and knew it wouldn't last too long. "Morrice! We have to go!"

"One second!"

Another voice from down below caught Dex's attention and he skipped a flight of steps with a jump before landing in the cargo hold of the ship where a white-furred worgen was busy stacking up several white bags on several barrels of gunpowder. "What are you--?" Dexter's voice trailed off as he realized the bags contained many sticks of dynamite each. "Are you nuts? You're going to blow us to bits!"

"That wasn't part of the plan dear, but it is a risk." He admitted. "You got a light?" He asked, holding up a fuse that seemed to lead straight into the bottom of the barrels.

"You are nuts!" Dexter admitted just as the door above burst open and the men began to pour into the hold with them. Noticing a rope that dangled from the closed cargo hatch above, Dexter ran to Morrice, threw his arm around the priest's waist and looked at him. "Isn't this against one of your vows, or whatever?"

"Less talk, more escape!" He responded with a bit more urgency as the men swarmed them. The priest thrust his weapon into the floor at their feet, and a wave of light shot out around them at all sides, throwing the men backwards and causing the hatch above to burst open, instantly, the rope tugged and the two of them were suddenly being propelled toward the mast above. Dexter aimed and fired his pistol at the fuse, causing it to spark to life and the pair exploded out of the ship at such a high rate of speed that the mast didn't even slow them down. Both worgen cried out in fear and surprise as they were flung clear of the ship and out into the water at least five hundred feet off its stern side.

Both of the men resurfaced just in time to witness an epic-level explosion that filled the night like a warhead. It forced them to duck under the water again as wood and other pieces of debris was thrown in their direction and the entire surrounding waters cleared of any signs of life in the wake of the shattering blast. Surfacing again, the fireball was still coming down from its climactic flash. "Hooooly shit!" Dexter exclaimed. "I've seen a lot of explosions, but that one takes the cake!"

"Noo no no!" The man repeated with more depth as he recovered from the explosion, patting out small sparks that had burned holes in his outfit. He looked up and his throat tightened at the feeling of a sharp blade pressed against it; the two worgen standing over him growling. "You destroyed my ship, murdered my men..." He whimpered. "You've gotten what you want, just end me."

Dexter smirked. "Such a pathetic human, I should kill you." He quickly withdrew his blade. "Instead, I'll leave you to the shamble of your life. You can get more men, you can build another boat, but if you ever try to tarnish my name again then I will be back for you." He said, sheathing the sword. The pair then walked away, leaving the man alone in front of the flaming wreck that was once his ship as it sank into the water.

The trip back to Booty Bay took a lot longer than Dexter had expected, he hadn't even mentioned that he'd been injured by one of the pirate's blades until they were approaching the cave mouth that joined to the small port town on the other side. He winced and nearly fell to the ground, but the white worgen's arms grabbed him.

"Hey! Dex, are you okay love?" He asked. Dexter was a bit woozy to answer, but Morrice pulled his hand back to reveal a small trickle of blood and the priest's face contorted into a strange mixture of irritation and concern. "You've been hurt. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Keepin' it for a surprise?" He answered, sounding a lot more winded than he'd expected.

Morrice rolled his eyes and slipped in under Dexter's arm, aiding his weight onto his shoulders before continuing to walk. Somehow he'd had the ability to carry his mate through the town and into the inn they were staying at without much trouble. A couple of passerbys glanced at them, but probably assumed Dexter was just drunk. Passing the bar on the way up to their room, Morrice ordered a large bottle of rum and pocketed it as they made their way upstairs.

"Take off your shirt." He said as they stepped into the room and Morrice closed the door.

The small room was quaint and pretty cozy for what they needed; a double-sized bed rested at the back corner of the room underneath a few small port windows that flickered candlelight in from the street lamps outside, the faint sounds of people cavorting and laughing down in the bar below them gave the room a bit of an atmosphere, but otherwise, it smelled like rotting wood and stale alcohol, plus many other scents that a worgen's sense of smell could live without. He chuckled as he sat on the bed. "I thought you'd never ask." He said as he pulled his jacket off and lifted his shirt up over his head. His shirt was heavy and meant to withstand close-range attacks, but somehow a sword had bitten right past the armor and slashed just under the rogue's ribs.

Morrice smiled at the rogue and crouched down beside him, placing his hands on the wound, a light emanated from his claws, spiraling around the cut. Dexter sighed a bit as the pain resorted to a cooling sensation and then he felt the slight pop as his flesh mended back into place. He looked down to see that the slash had vanished, leaving behind a slight, almost-invisible mark on his chest. "It's okay." He said. "That'll just have to match the rest of my scars."

"You should be more careful." Morrice said. "It could have just as easily been something fatal."

Dexter shrugged. "It's part of the risk to my life, love." He said. Bein' a rogue isn't exactly a cakew--" He was cut off by a kiss from the white worgen. Immediately happy at the move, Dexter placed his hand behind Morrice's head and returned the kiss.

It wasn't an easy balance for them to find, their muzzles pursed a bit in the center, but for the deeper kisses, they each had to turn their heads in the right direction. Dexter's other hand aggressively reached around the priest's waist and pulled him against his body. Morrice was more than willing and slid into his mate's arms, his hands moving up his torso and downward again. His fingers found the waist of the rogue's pants and slipped around it, barely edging his fingers into them before reaching the front of his belt buckle. The feeling of Dexter's claws now falling down the priest's back and bypassing the sash around his waist to slip deep into the back of his pants. Morrice gasped softly as his mate grabbed the muscle of his cheeks and squeezed them, spreading them apart. Instantly, he felt his heart begin to race, the bulge pitching a tent in the front of his loins as he began to leak precum. He didn't realize exactly how much he wanted this, but Dex certainly felt the same way.

Morrice pulled the belt off to the side and his hands slipped deep into Dexter's pants, he felt the thick flesh in an instant, and as his hands dragged the rogue's pants down further, it flung itself wet into the cool air. Morrice's lips parted from Dexter's and he began to work his tongue and his teeth over the inches it took for him to make his way down the thick furry pelt. His tongue met the warm flesh, and he could taste the salty musk on the tip of his tongue as he tightened his lips around it, minding his sharp fangs; he definitely didn't need to be mending Dexter in these regions tonight. Dexter growled lustily as he felt Morrice's warm maw meet his shaft, it twitched as the muscle spasmed in the wet atmosphere and he moaned. The deeper he felt his shaft go, the firmer he grabbed that white backside that was slowly being dragged out into the open from under those restrictive pants. Morrice felt more eager all of a sudden, growling in pleasure, letting his throat rumble against the male's wolfhood. Pulling his head back some, he felt the priest take a breath. Dex dragged his claws upward now, letting themselves out of Morrice's pants as he dragged at the worgen's shirt. Leaving off the tip of Dex's shaft with a long lick of his tongue, Morrice raised his arms as the shirt was dragged up over his head and tossed off somewhere in the room. Morrice leaned in and kissed Dexter again, this time feeling the fabric of his pants slide past his hips and nearly off onto the floor completely, he rested his body up against the rogue's as he straddled the male's lap, their cocks touching, and then pressing together as the two rested into this position. Dexter shifted his legs to slip his pants off his feet and he pulled Morrice down on top of him as he laid back on the bed.

The bed wasn't exactly soft, but then again, neither were they. Dexter felt Morrice's slim musculature flex against his body, everything from his shaft to his balls resting hard against his own as his hands scaled down the wolf's body again. Reaching Morrice's ass once again, he felt the worgen shiver in delight. Dex loved how submissive Morrice got in the bedroom; he wanted to be mounted, he begged to be fucked with that look in his eyes and the moan he gave. Dexter let him make the move though, the white fur lifting back some as his claws reached back and handled that aching member between them, shifting a bit so that it slipped out from between them and was now up straight as an arrow against the male's curvature. Dexter pressed back against Morrice's body, letting his shaft slide along the crack, enjoying the feel of Morrice's precum trickling out over his black-furred body and leaving a distinctive river of white along his muscles. The pair kissed again, Morrice squeezing his cheeks as he was dragged down against Dex's body again, teasing Dexter into thrusting upward some. Their bodies tangling together in a lustful, passionate moment.

Dexter reached down this time and gripped his shaft, he angled it as best as he could and motioned Morrice onto it, there was a long slick of warmth that his tip traveled along until it found its entry point. Morrice panted loudly as Dex found it and not with a lot of patience, he pressed his ass backward, slowly edging the tip into him. "Oh, my love..." He moaned and then sat back. The gasp he made was almost one of pain; but instead straddled the line between pain and ecstasy as he leaned back and Dexter pressed upward into him. Feeling that final pop as his flesh slid in.

No matter how many times they did this, or how many ways, Morrice always felt so tight to Dexter, the sound of his shaft slipping in and the sound of it sliding back out both sounded wet and messy. Morrice looking completely lost in the passion of the moment leaned back and began to ride the wave of Dexter's thrusts, his chest puffing out every time Dex pushed in and a sharp exhale each time he slipped back out, the thickness of his shaft making it difficult; but not impossible, to thump in further with each push. Dexter's hips bounced off the bed, pushing the priest into the air and Morrice laid his upper body down across Dex's muscular torso. Licking at his neck before the two kissed again. Dexter grabbed Morrice's hips now, driving himself harder as grunts and whimpers slipped from the worgen's nostrils with each pump. Dex moaned and placed his arm around Morrice's hip now, turning him over abruptly and almost knocking him against a wall as he lifted the worgen's legs up over his shoulders and pulled him closer.

A deeper thrust made Morrice gasp again, his claws grabbing the sheets under them as the rogue buried his flesh completely into his mate's ass. His rhythm slowed some, Morrice felt like he was floating for a moment and he wasn't even using his levitation spell. Dex slipped his shaft out almost completely, to the point where his tip dangled on the edge of the priest's hole, then he plummeted in hard. Morrice howled in pleasure and moaned, his body writhing as Dex kept it in check. Dexter pushed himself in balls-deep and leaned in again, another long, slow drag and a deep thrust. It was getting a bit easier to move by now, though the way Morrice looked, he could have been halfway up the walls by now.

Morrice couldn't stand it anymore, his shaft bounced against his stomach and suddenly began to expel its white seed all over his torso. He howled and gasped, his entire body spasming with the coating of cum now covering him. Dexter leaned in, enjoying the scent of sex as it ejaculated all over his mate. He craned his neck down and took a taste. It was bitter, salty, but it invigorated him to keep going. Again he pulled Morrice close, running his claw through the worgen's mess as he thrust inward. The priest was still in the midst of his climax and let off another long gasp, spreading his thighs a bit, letting Dexter in even more now. His moans and gasps filling the room almost as loudly as the wet slaps of the rogue's assault. His spasms had calmed down, but the priest's precum still seemed to flow, his erection still half-mast instead of going back down. Dex smirked at this, he wanted to keep it going and began to play with the flesh as he continued to pull Morrice into him and plunge as deep as he possibly could.

"Not tired yet?" Dexter teased as he leaned in and kissed the worgen. He could feel the blood rushing into Morrice's flesh again, it simply refused to go down. Dex licked the priest's neck and continued to tease him. "Want me to keep goin', love?" He asked. Words failed the priest, who panted as he nodded his head. Dexter grinned. "Then come on." He said as he slid his length from the priest and stood up, helping the other worgen to his feet.

Morrice didn't need any further instruction, he got back to his feet, then turned around, he leaned forward and exposed his backside for the rogue. Dexter grinned, showing his fangs from ear to ear as he grabbed the rump in front of him, he pressed himself against Morrice's flesh once more and penetrated him with almost no resistance this time. They both moaned in delight as Dex's grip tightened around the priest's waist. He fell almost to the end immediately, then pulled back and plunged in again, making the sound of wet flesh of wet fur slap throughout the room. Dexter growled and hugged his mate around the waist, resting his head on Morrice's shoulder; he was close now, this position felt natural and it felt good. Morrice growled and leaned in, raising his backside every time Dex moved in on him. Dexter's hands slid down some, he grasped the priest's once-again ready cock and squeezed the flesh between his fingers now. He growled and moaned, shifting between licking Morrice's cheek and biting his shoulder firmly. Dexter was much larger than the priest on a muscular standpoint, he was often surprised how much of this Morrice could take, and it only made him hungry for him all over again. Morrice gasped and leaned in with each of Dex's invasions, feeling the tip almost fall from him again and again, only to be filled once more by his massive hunk of flesh. His loins were burning again and it didn't help that Dexter was playing with his own shaft at the same time. He whimpered and then let out a sudden HOWWWWWWWWL, this time loud enough that it shook the room as he came.

Spout after spout of cum shot from the white worgen, splattering onto the bed under them and all over Dexter's fingers as he continued to coax and stroke every drop. "Mmmm... cumming again, my love? I like that..." He said, giving off a soft gasp as he kissed the wolf's ears and his muscular arms wrapped around both Morrice's chest and his stomach. He huffed and with a low growl, Dexter too worked up into a howl as he finally exploded deep into his partner's intestines.

Morrice gasped at the sudden flood filling him, he heard the slapping of Dex's hips against his backside come to a halt as the large rogue flexed every muscle on his body as he howled and shot rope after rope into him. It felt after a few moments like he was going to overfill and he did, as Dex pulled away, the fountain of cum began to trail down his legs, soaking the priest's white ass with a wet mess.

The two collapsed onto the bed, Dexter wrapping his arm around Morrice's waist as the pair moved up to the pillows at the top of the bed. Morrice was out of breath, looking at the lantern still glowing several inches away. He chuckled a bit at the feeling of Dexter's hot breath against his neck. "The light's still on, love." He whispered.

"Nnhh..." Dexter groaned before curling tight against the priest, his leg draping over Morrice's leg and preventing him from moving at all. The worgen felt warm, safe and most of all worn out from such a vigorous exercise. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep, even with the lamp still glowing.

Dexter awoke to the shine of the sun coming through the port window over his head. He yawned and inhaled deeply before blinking his eyes open and realizing that Morrice wasn't lying next to him. The lamp had been put out, and the sounds of the drunks downstairs reached his ears. He sat up and looked around. "Morrice?" He said.

It wasn't thirty seconds before the room's door opened and the priest entered carrying a tray that smelled of meat. Instantly Dexter's stomach began to growl in response and he realized exactly how hungry he was. "Good morning love." He said cheerfully as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "I'm glad you're awake."

"What's that?" Dex asked, nodding to the tray.

"Oh, a gift from the barkeeper downstairs." He said. "Apparently they were under the impression we were spending our honeymoon here, and they'd made us a special selection; boar meat, bacon and beef with a side of eggs. Imagine her embarrassment when I said it was a typical night for us." He said with a wink.

Dexter opened the tray hungrily as Morrice put it down. "You do spoil me Morrice." He said as he grabbed a slice of the bacon and devoured it in one gulp. "It is a little salty though."

"The way you were enjoying my seed last night, I'd be surprised if anything was too salty for you." The priest said with a wink. "And the showers are open, we can probably go down in a bit and clean out the sticky mess in our fur."

"Mmm and why would we want to do that?" Dexter said as he pulled the priest into his lap and gave him a kiss. "Maybe we can go a couple more rounds before we wash it off?"

Coyly, the priest kissed the rogue and just as quickly stuffed a piece of the prepared beef into his mouth. "Well, we should at least finish breakfast first. Fill one appetite before we fill another I always say."

"You... never say that." Dexter responded with a smirk.

"Well I was thinking about starting to say that." He laughed before kissing his mate. The kiss lingered a bit as the scent of meat exchanged between them and his arms wrapped around the rogue. "But now I'm thinking we should make another mess for the chamber maid to clean."

"I almost feel sorry for them." Dexter grinned wide. "When I'm done with you, there isn't going to be a clean spot in this room." He growled teasingly.

"I'm counting on it."

THE END