Refugees by Blayze Kohime 5 Sept 2004 revised 25 July 2009
Place: Kigaeno's Mountain Hideout Date: 23 January 1800 then 11 February 1800
Adult: Kigaeno x Mogu (last half)
Characters:
Cleyra, High Priest
Kigaeno Moondancer
Mogu, Kigaeno's apprentice
Sharon, Flower Maiden
Wylan, Tree Oracle
Kigaeno slipped to consciousness as he was placed on the bed, listening to the voices. Were they the voices in his head again? No, these were real voices. Then who were they?
"Why would he? Why would he not have anything to do with us only to nearly die trying to save us later?"
"He would do anything, just to seem right! He was the one that knew how to stop the sandstorm! Who else could have figured it out!" the
High Priest; Kigaeno needed no effort to place that voice. Were he not inclined to let his own kind live, the High Priest would have been the first on his list. The fool that let them in.
A third older female voice, "Silence all of you. There are more important things at stake, like survival."
He felt himself passing out once again, almost taking a moment to grin. Would he wake again? Would one of them kill him in his sleep? Where was that damned apprentice who should be protecting him.
"I won't hear any more of this! We need a place to sleep!" Wylan tried not to sound angry, feeling that she had to keep her composure for the sake of the others, "Where is the mole thing that lives here too?"
"Cut the mole crap, you don't hear me calling you rats do you?" Mogu shook his head from where he stood at the front door and waved his overly large claws over his short stature as if to emphasize.
"Of course. I apologize. You live here with Kigaeno?" Wylan looked self conscious now. She wasn't use to dealing with outsiders.
"I'm his apprentice, and very proud to be so. And I will not listen to your insane accusations against the man that just saved you from the same fate as my people." his yellow eyes glared at the High Priest, and he turned to walk outside, "Follow. Now. Important."
Wylan did, and he led her outside of the house where the others had taken. As there attention turned to him he sighed. It wasn't his intention to be in charge, and Kigaeno had only had time to briefly go over things with him before he hurriedly left for Cleyra to find potential 'refugees'. It was so annoying.
"Ahem, well." he raised a claw up to point another structure, then stopped to sigh when his claw made one of the children cringe, "That structure is food storage, but it won't last too long. I can show you where we can get vegetation further down the mountain, and I can hunt for some meat. I don't think we should venture far until Master awakens, we don't know if the villages on the outskirts are safe or not."
"LISTEN!" Most of the maidens had started looking about or getting distracted by flowers on the edge of the building. He was frustrated by how easily they were distracted, and he was sure at least half of them still didn't believe him when he said he was an adult due to the stature of his race. He supposed they weren't use to being in an ordered environment, or around anyone but their own kind, "I'm going to show everyone around, you can sleep in the house if you want but don't touch any of the experiments. Dangerous. Otherwise I'll help make you tents and if you want to help we can dig out some cave places." this was going to get annoying fast; he hoped his master would awaken.
Kigaeno blinked awake. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? His blurry vision cleared slowly, trying to recall the time since he had left Cleyra once again. It was all a blur, flashes of being taken care of. It was shameful to him; here he was, the savior of his people, being taken care of like a wounded animal.
"You're awake." it was one of the cleyran oracles who he had rescued, sitting silently beside him as if to watch over him, "You've been awake more, you seem to be recovering."
"I am.. I will never.. who are you?" he put his hands on his face as if to check if he still had feeling. Immediately the rage returned. That horrible person. She would die. She would meet with a fate worse than anything she could imagine; he would make sure of it. But no, he had to worry about these people first, "and how many?"
"I am the oracle Wylan, please be still. There are 11 of us here including yourself and your apprentice that was already here when we arrived."
"How is food holding up?"
"We have been living off of plants that grow down the mountain and Mogu and the King go out to hunt. I apologize but most of your food store is now gone."
"Is it crowded? We need more structures. What about little Claire, did she make it?" he knew Claire wouldn't be little any more, but he had desperately wanted to find her and get her out, and he didn't know if she was one of the maidens that had came through or not.
"Please stop worrying Kigaeno."
"You remember my name... I am..." Kigaeno knew that it was likely for his infamy, not because they liked him.
"Many of us do." Wylan didn't seem especially opposed to him, perhaps they would soften towards him now that he had proven himself, but he wished he hadn't had to.
As he faded back into his rest, Wylan rose from her seat, passing her watch over him to Sharon and stepping outside of the room, into the main area of Kigaeno's study. Most of those rescued had been sleeping in make shift tents outside, as even those who had respect for Kigaeno didn't feel comfortable in most of his house. There were too many experiments and such that looked as if they might be dangerous if disturbed. Being told "Don't touch that, it will turn you inside out." had that effect on people. Only Mogu would venture too deeply into the structure and never talked about what he was doing there.
"He's holding up, he'll be out of bed within the next few days." she spoke to Mogu, who she almost tripped over where he was standing with his arms folded.
"As soon as he's up we need to check out the base of the mountain and go into the Vube desert. We need to go see what the damage was." he secretly hoped they'd meet resistance. He hadn't gotten a chance to show his stuff against sentient opponents. Somehow a grin spread across his muzzle, and he walked off to check on the others.
"I'm here Master, are you awake?" Mogu's voice caused Kigaeno to open his eyes, and he looked around the room to see if anyone else was there. Mogu tilted his head to the side, "You are well? Can I get my Master anything?"
"I feel better. We should be able to make the rounds tomorrow. We'll see what's going on and what we can do." Kigaeno was embarrassed that it had taken him so long to recover, and he still didn't fully know how long it'd been. He was almost afraid to ask. Still, he felt much better having been around a bit and been able to clean himself up "Mogu.."
"They are ready." Mogu's eyes followed his Master's face as Kigaeno sat up in the bed, "I whipped em into shape"
"Did you... well I am ready; in fact I think we can go today if they are ready. I feel... blood thirsty."
Mogu grinned to himself at his Master's words, "Well you know I always am.. but..." he looked a great deal more serious, "You always call yourself evil Master, but what you did for these... for your people. It was the bravest thing I could imagine. You saved them just as you saved me."
"Oh don't be mushy, it doesn't suit you. At least follow it up with a cackle." Kigaeno found himself smirk, and pushed his own emotion to the side. Feeling something other than rage wasn't entirely comfortable for him.
Still, Kigaeno looked downward at his apprentice and wrapped an arm around him, suddenly pulling him close. The smaller mage always seemed to melt when they were alone, not like his pointedly individualistic behavior when others were around. Mogu's small arms went around him, clenching him with his jagged clawed hands. Kigaeno flinched a bit, but seemed used to the closeness, even leaning to nuzzle against the top of Mogu's head. "I was so worried Master. You were hurt bad." Mogu didn't want to cry, it would make him seem weak, and he wanted to be powerful and aggressive like Kigaeno. He wanted to be his number one minion. It wasn't so easy. He turned his head up and placed a kiss on the tip of Kigaeno's muzzle, "I love you Master. Please.. "
Mogu wanted to go on a spew about how these people weren't worth his time, how they under appreciated his efforts. He had sat and listened to them make assumptions and accusations at Kigaeno, at him, and at each other for the past few weeks. Especially the high priest. So selfish, he couldn't for once admit that he had been wrong to banish Kigaeno, and in that it was indirectly this 'high' priest's fault that Cleyra had been destroyed. Mogu knew Kigaeno could have done something about it had he been there.
Yet, at the same time, had he never been banished Kigaeno may have never happened upon him, so maybe Mogu owed the High Priest indirectly as well. Perhaps it was fate. And he knew Kigaeno wouldn't listen to such things. To Kigaeno protecting his kind from threats both real and imagined was everything. He was knocked out of his thinking when Kigaeno's right hand snuggled around to his rump and gave it a pat, and he reached his head up and ran his tongue down his Master's chin before fumbling his claws to carefully unlatch Kigaeno's pants under the covers.
"I figured you would do that. Mm." a better man might have avoided taking advantage of Mogu's vulnerability. But Kigaeno was not a better man, and only hesitated because there were sharp digging claws in close proximity to his better bits. He moved his own hands down to help, lest he end up missing something he needs later.
"I missed you Master." those were the only words Mogu let him have before slipping his head beneath the covers and nosing at Kigaeno's now open crotch, inhaling deeply at the semi hard thickness before running his rubbery tongue over the length. Kigaeno rolled his eyes back, relaxing, and his left hand went to Mogu's head encouragingly. His other went beneath him to undo Mogu's robes, feeling further down the coarse fur below until he arrived at Mogu's sheath.
Feeling himself being felt up, Mogu pulled his legs apart slightly and allowed Kigaeno access, taking the hand on his head as a cue and slipped the now hard cleyran maleness between his lips, sliding over the shape , down across his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and into the back of his throat. Kigaeno flinched for a different reason now, and let out a relieved sigh. After going a while without he was especially sensitive.
"Y- mmmmm You locked the door?" Kigaeno wanted to make sure, but Mogu shook his head slightly as he continued to work his muzzle over and down the length, pressing the tip to the back of his throat and taking a moment to fight off his natural gag reflex before swallowing the tip, caressing his tongue over the undersurface as he took it down. Kigaeno's lay back his head, muzzle gaping open, as his right hand grasps at Mogu's own maleness, stroking it smoothly and massaging back over his balls. Rewarding the Cleyran with a series of tight swallowing motions over his tip, Mogu began to thrust his head forward and back onto the maleness giving his Master the familiar warmth over his length, nursing at the cock for all he was worth, and growing more enthusiastic with each throb between his lips. Kigaeno moved the hand on Mogu's head down to Mogu's rump, massaging down his body, and felt the small hindquarters humping happily into the grip of his opposite hand.
Giving a token effort not to be loud enough that anyone outside of his quarters would hear him, Kigaeno grunted and tensed up, finally feeling himself spilling over the edge and letting out a squeakish purring noise. Mogu hungrily swallowed down his Master's juice, working his throat over the increasingly sensitive tip as he took every last drop of fluid into him, and slowly drew his dripping maw away from it, licking his lips clean.
Pulling Kigaeno's hand away from his own maleness with one claw, he poked his head back out from under the blanket, still licking the taste off of his maw, "Do I please Master?"
"I suppose..." Kigaeno scritched around Mogu's head, but never was a very emotional type. Mogu not having gotten off didn't really scratch his mind, and his apprentice didn't seem to mind.
"I wanted to help you." Mogu leaned forward further and kissed Kigaeno's maw once again, receiving a loving lick back when Kigaeno reached his tongue within to get some of his own flavor. "Never be afraid to ask if you need... I love you. Please never forget."
"I won't..." Kigaeno reached about behind his apprentice again, and pulled him close under the covers, sitting the small bottom comfortably against his own crotch.
"I should get the others ready for the trip now?" Mogu unconsciously wriggled his bottom against Kigaeno, and felt the moist flesh becoming hard again. "You should, but not right this moment." Kigaeno placed his hand on Mogu's rump now, giving it a slight push against himself.
Mogu nodded, smiling a little as he reached his hand over to his robes, pulling a small glass bottle of lubricant he apparently kept with him.
Kigaeno smirked, "You started carrying it with you. Slut"
Mogu blushed, but nodded with a slight grin, offering a bit to Kigaeno sicne his own hands were hardly suited. Kigaeno moved his hand down, rubbing the lubrication over his own shaft, chrring slightly at the cool feel of it before pointing back upwards towards Mogu's tight rear entry.
Mogu leaned forward, reaching to kiss him again as he rotated his hips downward, feeling his master's cock pop into his tail hole and moaning out. Kigaeno's eyes rolled back, the tight feeling of flesh over his lubricated length relaxing him. His hands moved to grip Mogu's hips under the covers, and tugged the small male down onto him. Mogu gritted his teeth visibly, but relaxed allowing his master full entry, panting softly against Kigaeno's neck.
His hips began to move, the soft suction sound of their connection audible from under the covers as they slowly thrusted together. Kigaeno drooled across Mogu's face, relaxing more, and moving his hands to speed up the smaller male's motions. Soon Mogu was bouncing on his master's cock, heedless of the loud moans he was making as the shaft was driven repeatedly into his rear end. Mogu felt his shaft rubbing against the fur of his master's belly, and soon his noise increased as he let a load loose on his belly. One of Kigaeno's hands moved to Mogu's muzzle and clamped it shut, though that didn't do much to stiffle the noise.
Before long Kigaeno tensed up. Not one for loud noises, he grunted into Mogu's ear as his shaft throbbed and filled his subservient full. He pulled him down, sheathing himself fully against as he unloaded, then left them both panting.
A few moments later, Kigaeno spoke again, "And I just bathed.. oh well. Go get them together while I do so again"
With a nod, Mogu slowly pulled himself away, letting out another grunt as they separated. He got redressed slowly, watching his master for a moment before licking his lips as he departed.
