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Martha had kindly offered one of her rooms for the night, going as far as allowing his hound inside, which wasn't common practice for inn and rest keepers, so he welcomed the generosity.
Sprawled in bed, armor neatly arranged on a nearby table, Clive laid in a state of wakefulness and slumber,tired from the day's venture. It was supposed to be a quick errand; fetch some herbs for Tarja, head back to the Hideaway. Alas, things where never that simple,when an Ahriman and a pack of wolves & several other crestures chose you as their snack.
Thankfully, here he had the luxury of a plush mattress and pillows, because otherwise it would've been rock,dirt and gravel underneath.
Clive was beginning to drift away into sleep, when a noise caught his attention, a whine and the pitter patter of paws. Torgal had been restless since coming inside, seemingly unable to settle,pacing back and forth, he had been ignoring it thus far, blaming it on on the stuffy weather.
"Wa's it boy?" Clive slurred, not quite conscious yet. A second, more pained cry, however, got his full attention and he jumped out of bed in fear. Has Torgal been hurt and he failed to notice?. His chest ached just from the thought alone as he kneeled besides him. The wolf stood there, haunched,ears pinned, wagging his tail low, clearly in some sort of distress. Clive gave him a good once over, upon closer inspection noticed something in his mouth...
One of his.... boots?... he's able to take it away without hassle, puzzled as to why Torgal held on to it. That was,until a sharp, pungent odor burned in his nose. Acrid and....was it–"Dog piss?"–Clive got more confused by the second. Did he–no. Torgal would never, he has always been very clean about his business, not once soiling indoors. Perhaps... that wolf pack from before...but why?...
He placed the item on the floor, giving the hound a thorough checkup in search of possible scrapes or scratches, from his mouth, to his back, under his belly, where he noted a bulge between the canine's haunches. Clive gingerly touched the round mass, Torgal answered with a whimper. That's when he saw the rosy,slick tip of flesh jutting from beneath the ivory furs.
"This is...wait....are you...aroused?"
That was it then. Of course, he was a male after all, no surprise if one of the wild wolves was a female in estrus...and here he was, unable to find any relief, no wonder. "It's alright boy, I'll–I'll make it better". Or at least he was going to try, because Clive had absolutely no comprehension whatsoever on how canine anatomy worked in regards to sex.
Couldn't deny the poor bastard though, as embarrassing as it was, this was the same hound who not only saved his life countless times risking his own, but went as far as helping him with his own....needs, a few weeks back...it was only fair to repay the favor.
Going by intuition alone, he grasped at the knob once more, reading his companion's body language for guidance, just like before his hips snapped... definitely it was the right spot, so he squeezed tighter, jerking his wrist a few times, Torgal lurched forward, humping the air, Clive almost falling over, taken aback by the sheer force of his movements. The wolf grunted and groaned in what could only be described as pleasure. Lump quickly swelling in size, until it popped out of the fur sheath. It felt warm and wet in Clive's fist,it also panicked him for a moment as it continued to expand,but seeing Torgal still excitedly thrusting, he took it as something normal.
He also noticed the fluid loudly spraying on the wooden boards,coming out in short bursts. His cock was pulsing, tip twitching. Torgal's hips where slowing down til he stood there, body now relaxed,mouth open in a soft pant. "Gods–" Clive sat back, contemplating what had just happened. Not only was his dog currently getting it's rocks off, he was the one responsible.
"Well I'll be damned..." Torgal whined,turning his head towards him, licking his cheeks. This made Clive blush, he was currently thorn between a mix of shame and arousal. Watching Torgal's cock bob and spill, knot and tip an angry red,shaft a mix of purple and pink,the bloody thing was as big as his forearm,quite mesmerizing indeed.
The whole ordeal had turned him on in an almost painful manner. He looked down at himself, willing his own erection away, it's outline pulling the leather taut. "Fuck me" Clive whispered,out of breath,looking at Torgal's dick made him grow even harder and it was ridiculous at this point.
How filthy he had to be, getting all hot and bothered by a beast. He's heard of Branded who sought gratification from the Chocobo at the stables,having no one to turn up to–was he the same then, has he fallen so low, was he that frustrated?. Clive hugged his knees, sighing. But Torgal, bless his soul, wasn't going to let him fall this downward spiral of self loathing, burying his head between his master's limbs he licked his face enthusiastically, resting his chin on the back of Clive's shoulder, huffing.
"I see you won't let me wallow in my misery" Clive said,face nestled into the soft coat,holding him in a loose embrace.
Torgal stayed there and Clive let his hormones win over morals, he has already been to the pits of hell and back,done despicable deeds. What was one more step closer to depravity? Leaning slightly to the left, fascinated by the fact that the hound was still erect and ejaculating. Before he could process it, his fingertips where already brushing at the small twitching end of the pointy tip, making it squirt,watery hot fluid dripping down his digits. It made Clive shudder, feel woozy, he let out a strained cry,full of want–he needed–he needed something, whatever the fuck that was,he was–"By the Founder"–he was coming.
Dots blinding his vision,back arching, it was sudden, tearing through him like Ramuh's thunder,so intense. Torgal notices, sniffs his crotch, attracted to the smell, inspecting the sullied trousers, darts his tonge across it in an effort to get it clean as the wet spot grows bigger.
"Holy shit–" His toes curled and it was all too much but oh so welcome.
Torgal took a step back,now focused on licking himself, his member almost completely back inside it's furry pouch. Clive sat there resting his head on one arm, breathing rough and labored, waiting for the last of his orgasm to wane. Another thing to add to his list of oddities. He sighed, not wanting to deal with the aftermath, but it was that or ruin his bottoms,which wasn't an option. So begrudgingly and on unsteady feet he got up, feeling the slippery floor beneath.... full of Torgal's release...he got flustered upon the realization that someone will be tasked to mop it away when they leave.
After washing everything with a wet rag and fresh water from the basin kept in all the chambers, he hung them on a chair close to the fireplace and collapsed onto the bed. Left arm dangling lazily over the edge. Torgal layed right next to it, nudging it with his snout until it was draping over him. "Quite persistent, are you?" With that he let his face sink back into the pillow, hearing a growl as the answer.
Daylight shone through the tattered curtains and Clive cursed under his breath as the memories from the night before plagued his thoughts. Knowing full well he'll have to rub one out if he wanted to leave through that door in a presentable state. Torgal beamed with enthusiasm, eager for a second round.