Dream Sands
Cass climbed into bed beside Roan with a tired sigh, the big black wolf already half-asleep. The pack house was quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of old wood settling in the night and the light footsteps of Kiran, probably going to the fridge. Roan instinctively reached out, pulling Cass against his warm, furred chest without even opening his eyes.
“Night, pup,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. They had already spent a good evening with Kiran earlier, so now was time for bed and only bed. The pack felt small with just three.
“Night, Alpha,” Cass whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to Roan’s chest before settling in.
He was exhausted. The days had been long, the worry about Zariel constant. But the moment his eyes closed, the world shifted.
He stood in an endless desert.
The sun burned white overhead, yet the air felt strangely cool against his fur, and the sunlight and sands were blue and unnatural. The sand stretched in every direction, rippling like water under a heat haze. Cass turned slowly, ears flicking, and caught movement from the corner of his eye: something massive and black skittering across the dunes. A scorpion the size of a carriage, its armored body gleaming like wet obsidian. The moment he tried to look at it directly, it vanished.
Another one appeared to his left. Then another behind him. He couldn't be imagining it...
They were hunting him.
Cass started walking, then running, the sand sucking at his paws with every step. The clicking of their legs followed him, always just out of sight. His heart pounded. He could feel their eyes on him.
Then he saw Zariel.
The big white-and-gray wolf stood completely naked in the middle of the desert, as if he had always been there. His scarred body glowed under the brutal sun, icy blue eyes calm and unreadable as Cass stumbled toward him.
“Zariel!” Cass gasped, nearly collapsing against him. “There are things, they’re everywhere...”
Zariel didn’t speak. He simply opened his arms and pulled Cass in.
The moment their bodies touched, the fear didn’t disappear, it simply… blurred. Like it was happening somewhere far away. Zariel’s paws were warm and heavy as they slid down Cass’s back, cupping his ass and pulling their hips flush together. Cass let out a shaky breath, his cock already twitching against Zariel’s thigh.
Zariel kissed him.
It was slow. Deep. Dreamy. Their tongues moved together like they had all the time in the world, and maybe they did. Time felt strange here, stretched thin, like warm taffy. Zariel lowered them both to the burning sand without breaking the kiss, settling between Cass’s thighs like he belonged there, the sand already sinking into their fur.
Cass gasped as Zariel’s thick cock dragged heavily against his own, hot a wet with precum. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. Zariel didn’t rush. He took his time, licking and sucking along Cass’s neck, biting gently at his collarbone while one massive paw stroked Cass’s cock in long, lazy pulls, coaxing the red shaft (which looked purple under the strange sunlight of this desert) out of it's sheath. Every stroke sent sparks racing up Cass’s spine, and he spread himself farther, offering more to the big boy.
“Zariel…” Cass moaned, legs spreading wider on the hot sand. “Please…”
Zariel’s only response was a low rumble as he lined himself up, his leaky cock tip right against Cass' tight ring, and pushed inside.
Cass’s back arched violently off the ground.
The stretch was perfect, slow, relentless, filling him inch by inch until Zariel was buried deep. The big wolf stayed there for a long moment, just breathing against Cass’s neck, letting him adjust. Then he started moving.
It was nothing like their usual fucking.
Zariel fucked him like the desert itself; slow, powerful, and endless. Every thrust was deep and deliberate, grinding against Cass’s prostate with devastating precision. The sand shifted beneath them with every movement, the wet sounds of their bodies mixing with the low, constant clicking of the creatures circling just beyond the haze.
Sand got mixed in with the penetration at times but Zariel's precum and thrusting washed it away. The big wolf leaned down chest to chest, powerful arms braced to either side of Cass, thrusting his cock into the midnight wolf's ass like there was nothing in the world that mattered but this.
Cass’s head spun. Pleasure rolled through him in thick, syrupy waves, making it hard to think. Hard to remember why he was scared. Zariel’s cock felt impossibly hot inside him, throbbing with every slow drag. Cass clung to him, moaning incoherently as the bigger wolf fucked him with that same calm, unhurried rhythm.
But the clicking was getting louder.
Cass turned his head and saw one of the massive scorpions emerge from the dunes, its stinger raised. Another appeared behind Zariel. Then another.
“Zariel!” Cass gasped, panic cutting through the haze. “They’re coming, we have to stop...”
Zariel’s icy blue eyes met his, strangely empty.
“I haven’t cum yet,” he said, voice low and detached. His hips never slowed. “Nothing stops me from getting what I want.”
He kept fucking him.
Cass’s eyes widened in horror as the first stinger drove into the sand beside his head. Then another. And another. One finally struck true, piercing straight through Cass’s paw and pinning it to the ground. Pain lanced up his arm.
“Zariel, please, stop! Help me!”
Zariel only growled, thrusting harder, his knot swelling thick at the base of his cock.
“I’m not done. We aren't there yet, it's begun and it's not stopping for you.”
More stingers impaled them, through Zariel’s thigh, through Cass’s shoulder, through their intertwined bodies. Blood mixed with sand as Zariel kept moving, kept fucking him even as the creatures closed in completely. Cass screamed, pleasure and pain blurring together into something nightmarish and euphoric all at once.
Zariel came with a low, rumbling growl, flooding Cass’s insides as the world dissolved into black.
Cass woke with a choked scream, bolting upright in bed, heart hammering against his ribs, coughing and in a panic, but his wolf was there.
Roan was already awake beside him, one strong arm wrapping around Cass’s waist and pulling him close.
“Hey, hey, easy, pup. It’s okay. You’re safe. I got you.”
Cass was shaking violently, breath coming in short gasps. Roan stroked his back slowly, murmuring soft words until Cass’s breathing evened out.
“Nightmare?” Roan asked gently.
Cass nodded, pressing his face into Roan’s chest. “It was… Zariel. He was there, but he wasn’t right. There were these giant scorpion things, and he just kept fucking me. Even when they started hurting us, he wouldn’t stop. He said he hadn’t cum yet. Like nothing else mattered.”
Roan was quiet for a moment, then pressed a kiss to the top of Cass’s head.
“You’re worried about him.”
“So much,” Cass whispered. “What if the temple takes him?”
Roan held him tighter, but he didn’t have an answer.
Far away, on the seventh floor of the Temple of Aetherion, Zariel stood at the edge of a vast stone platform, the remaining survivors gathered behind him. The air here was colder, thinner. Ancient runes glowed faintly along the walls, pulsing with that same violet energy.
Zariel’s icy blue eyes stared into the darkness ahead.
They've made it through 6 of the 10 trials. More poor anthros were lost, and others will never be the same.
On the 6th floor, four had 'failed' the challenge, and were hauled away by the temple guardians, those creepy thin stone figures with faces like swirling black holes.
A tiger, a human, a bear, and Khepri, the hyena.
When the group, still over a dozen strong, stepped onto the seventh floor, four cages awaited, made of strange glass.
Inside, the four stood, fear in their eyes.
"What are they gonna do to us, Zariel!" Khepri shouted, his paws against the glass...
Zariel stepped forward.
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