Tonight We’re Just Sleeping

The spit roast rabbit was the best thing that Azalon had eaten in days. It was flavorful, tender, juicy, all of the things that his trail rations were not. While he and Ravingari were both enjoying the meal, the conversation had reached a bit of a lull. It gave him a chance to reflect on his situation, which when he thought about it, he was surprisingly okay with.

Ravingari had just admitted to being a murderer, willing to kill a complete stranger for their sash. The man was an assassin though, so that really shouldn’t have been a surprise. What was confusing the fox though was that despite all this he felt safe with him. He seemed kind, he had fed him, he had even saved his life. Perhaps it was all an act, but if so it was working.

Between the deadly assassin and the fun loving pixie, he was more concerned about Willowing. It seemed increasingly likely that she was a monster, created by the dungeon, but if that was the case then what was her purpose? As a dungeon monster she was an extension of the dungeon’s will. She had saved his life, but only because she wanted his service in return. That could only mean that for some reason the dungeon itself wanted him to travel to the Undergrove.

While Ravingari might be the kind of person who would kill someone who was no longer useful to him, the dungeon was definitely going to try to kill him at some point. It just needed him to get stronger first. He knew he couldn’t survive on his own though, so given a choice between certain death, likely death, and the mere possibility of death, partnering with the assassin was looking like his best option.

After Ravingari had finished eating, he quickly went about cleaning up the cookware and stashed the roasting spit back into his inventory. Then turning to the fox he said, “Right. It’s getting on near sunset, so I’ll set a few alarms around the perimeter.”

Azalon nodded, “Ahh, that’s a good idea, thanks. Sorry, I don’t really have much to contribute it seems.”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. You’re new to this. You’ll get the hang of it in time. I’d offer to teach you, but trap setting is part of my archetype.”

Azalon watched as the elf made his way over to the edge of the camp, then taking a knee he pressed his palm against pine straw covered ground. After a moment Azalon saw a dim glow settle into the ground around him, though it quickly faded. When he finished, it didn’t look like there was anything there at all, even when looking with Mana Sight. Of course, because they were magical traps he would have needed the skill to detect them. Thanks to the Arcanum of Secrets, it was a skill he had access to, but he needed to unlock it first.

Considering this, Azalon thought it might be a good time to check his status. His Akasha opened up before him, displaying everything the surgically embedded gemstone was sensing about him. The intricate illusion was mostly text, numbers, and symbols, though the center of the display was a highly detailed illustration of his own body. His leg was highlighted with a throbbing with a red glow, festooned with warnings about reduced movement speed and dodge chance. At least there was no sign of infection. That was always a concern when fighting zombies, but if they had been the disease carrying type, it looked like he’d been able to resist it.

The condition of his leg though was obvious to him. He could feel the injury with every painful step. However, what he really wanted to check was his experience pool. To his surprise, he had somehow managed to accumulate quite a lot over the course of the day, much more than he thought he’d be able to acquire by only killing four zombies. It wasn’t enough to unlock or upgrade anything new, but it was still nice to see.

Perhaps the zombies had been unusually mana rich, having been spawned by the dungeon. Or maybe he was able to get something from the tentacle monster, even though he had only been able to injure it. Maybe just by being in the rich mana infused dungeon environment he was absorbing it directly somehow. It was more than he was used to getting at his desk job in any case.

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Ravingari returned a short while later, though the sky had turned from late evening to near dusk alarmingly quickly. The high mountains surrounding the glade blocked the light from the setting sun, blanketing the entire area in thick shadow. The dense trees overhead only added to the darkness and soon their small campfire was the only light they had to see by.

The elf’s golden eyes seemed to glow in the light of the fire. “We’ll need to put that out as well. I’ve set the alarms and a few traps, but there’s no sense in attracting them if we don’t have to.”

Azalon nodded, pulling his coat tighter around himself. With the loss of the sun the temperature was quickly dropping. “That’s fine. I’ve got fur enough to stay warm.”

It was a small lie. He had fur enough to not freeze to death, but he’d hardly be warm. The fire was already growing dim from lack of fuel, and he could already feel the cold creeping into his limbs. Before lighting the fire the elf had filled a small bucket with dirt and ash from the previous fire. Pouring it over the glowing embers quickly smothered what little flames remained.

“All right. We leave tomorrow morning at first light.”

The fox nodded and started pulling his spare clothing from his inventory as Ravingari went to his tent. He was glad he had let them dry thoroughly. Having to sleep on wet clothes in this weather would have been even worse.

He was trying to get comfortable on the rough ground, bunching a pair of pants under his head to use as a pillow when he heard the elf’s voice from his tent. “Let me guess. You don’t even have a bed roll with you, do you?”

Looking over at Ravingari, he saw that the elf was watching him through the open flap of his tent. “Um… no. I hadn’t even planned on going inside the dungeon, so I didn’t bring anything with me; just the stuff I normally carry for emergencies.”

That and an embarrassingly large collection of sex toys, though he couldn’t very well sleep on them. Ravingari sighed and nodded, “All right. Come on. There’s room enough for two in here.”

Azalon blushed, realizing that the elf was inviting him to his tent. Though they were both still fully clothed, the elf had unbuttoned his leather jerkin. Even in the dim twilight Azalon could see the ripples of his lean muscular chest. His throat felt dry and he swallowed before replying, “Oh… Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry for being such a burden.”

As he walked towards the tent Ravingari nodded and laid back onto his bedroll, “It’s fine. I need you to be well rested for tomorrow. The catacombs are a dangerous place after all.”

Looking down into the single man tent Azalon didn’t see any place from him to lie down. Seeing his dilemma, Ravingari rolled over onto his side, scooting back a little to clear a space for him. He climbed inside but soon found that there was only enough space for him if he kept his body pressed against the elf. The fox was noticeably shorter though, so as he turned his head to the side his face rested comfortably against Ravingari’s chest.

He felt the elf’s arms wrap around his body, making a place for him to lay his head against his arm. Azalon was shivering, though this time it wasn’t just from the cold. As Ravingari’s arms pulled him in closer he leaned down, “Relax. Tonight we’re just sleeping.”

Azalon nodded against his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of this deadly stranger’s embrace.

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It was still dark, perhaps an hour before dawn, when a strange sensation began to wake the fox. He blinked his eyes sleepily and looked downward. At some point in the night the pixie had decided to sleep between the two of them, settling into the tight space between their chests. It looked like she was asleep still, though it was a fitful sleep.

Given that it was only the twitching of her legs that had woken him up, Azalon closed his eyes and tried to get a little more sleep in before dawn. However, the wiggling pixie wasn’t the only thing he had begun to notice. As it often happens in the morning, Azalon could feel that both he and Ravingari had grown hard, their erections both straining at their pants.

It was distracting to say the least, and with the way his heart was pounding in his chest he knew he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep this morning. Even though he didn’t really know anything about him, Azalon found himself drawn to Ravingari. He understood why. The elf was strong, attractive, competent, not to mention exceedingly dangerous and probably not at all good for him.

Azalon soon felt him stirring out of sleep as well, the slight motion causing his hips to thrust forward, pressing his hardness against Azalon’s own. From the sound of his breathing the fox could tell he was awake. The elf’s heart beat rapidly in his chest, and though he must have been feeling the same closeness to Azalon’s body, he made no move to separate from him.

Feeling emboldened, Azalon reached downward, slowly wrapping his hand around the stiff bulge in the elf’s pants. He gasped quietly at the contact, but didn’t say anything as the fox began to squeeze him though his leathers. Azalon slowly traced his claws along the length of his cock. Ravingari felt quite large for an elf. In his experience, most elf cocks were a bit on the thin side for his taste. The one in his hand though felt much thicker than he would have expected.

He had been trying to be subtle about it, but eventually the motion of his arm fully woke the pixie sleeping on top of them. For a moment she looked like she was going to berate him, but when she saw what he was doing she quickly shut her mouth, and instead started to stare intently at what he was doing.

Now that the need for subtlety had passed the fox began to slide down lower along the elf’s thin muscular body, rubbing his face against his well defined abs. Ravingari was still silent, but the fact that he didn’t tell the fox to stop was as good as permission to him. Azalon’s fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled with the straps holding his pants closed. He couldn’t help but gasp when Ravingari’s thick cock slapped him in the face once he finally got the final clasp open.

The fox moaned as he opened his mouth, taking a long slow lick up the length of his shaft. It was times like this he had to admit to himself that he had a bit of an addiction. When it came to dick, he really just couldn’t get enough. It had been at least a few days since the elf had last bathed. His cock was salty, and smelled strongly of sweat and stale piss. If anything though, the musky aroma was a huge turn on for the fox. After spending a moment savoring it he pressed his lips to the thick head and slowly took it into his mouth.

Having a long vulpine muzzle was a definite advantage when it came to sucking dick. Even though the elf’s cock was quite large, Azalon was able to take it to the root. For a moment he just held him there, letting it fill him as he firmly sucked, slowly running his long tongue along the bottom. He gave the elf’s balls a gentle squeeze, feeling them tighten in the palm of his hand.

Azalon kept him like that for a long while, indulgently sucking on his length while letting his skillful tongue do most of the work. Ravingari soon wanted more though. He grabbed the fox by the back of the head, pushing him down even further as he started to thrust into him. Azalon opened his mouth just slightly for him, letting the thick cock head press against the opening of his throat. With every short thrust the fox made a satisfying ‘Ulk!’ noise. At the same time he extended his long tongue, licking gently at the underside of the elf’s balls.

The fox could tell he was getting close when he finally heard the elf let out a deep groan. His fingers dug into the fur on top of his head, pushing him down hard as he forced his throbbing cock into the fox’s throat. Azalon moaned around the thick intruder, having lost his gag reflex some years ago. He wrapped his mouth tightly around the throbbing shaft as he felt the hot splash of cum on the back of his throat, and greedily began to swallow.

The elf bucked forward, his body shaking as he came. And though he came quite a lot, the fox had little trouble drinking everything he was giving him. Even when his orgasm finally subsided Azalon held his cock in his mouth, wanting to feel it filling him, wanting it to grow soft inside of him.

Azalon was content to lay like that as long as the elf wanted him, but all too soon he felt the gentle push of the elf’s hands on his shoulders. “All right. Enough of that. We should make ready.”

He whined just a little as the elf pulled his soft member from his mouth. It was the pixie though who made the loudest protest, “Shit, already? Fuck, we were finally getting some action here. I mean, couldn’t we just stay here and do butt stuff today? Fucking better than some spooky ass crypt right?”

Ravingari chuckled as he tucked his cock back into his pants, “Mmm, hate to break it to you, but I’m really not into men.”

Both the fox and the fairy looked at him a little doubtfully. Finally he gave them a shrug, “Okay, sure. Maybe every once and a while, but it’s not my first choice.”

Azalon waved him off, “It’s fine. That was really something I did more for myself anyway. There’s just something… comforting, in giving someone a blow job, you know?”

Ravingari laughed and shook his head, “No. No idea what that’s like.” He gave the fox a smirk and added, “Still… I can tell where you put all your skill points.”

The fox blushed a little as he straightened out his clothing. As they stepped out of the tent the fairy was still loudly complaining, “Ugh, I fucking hate zombies.”