Chapter 23: Chapter 23
In the heart of the Sanctuary, Team Jockstrap's treehouse stood tall, reaching towards the sky like a beacon of hope and strength. The wooden exterior bore burnished scars from various battles, each etch revealing a tale of survival and camaraderie.
Lothar, woke up to an enormous weight on his chest. A grey and blue werewolf was draped over his body, the gigantic cock slowly leaking pre on to the floor.
It pulsed with a mind of its own. Fluff's soft breathing tickled Lothar's neck, a gentle reminder of the deep bond they shared. Lothar lifted the weight of Fluff's arm and crawled out from under him.
Lothar glanced over at Drake, who was resting on his stomach with Fluff cuddled behind him. The warm glow of the room illuminated the perfect tableau of their pack family. Lothar left the room, wrapped in a robe, he padded down the ornate hallways of The Sanctuary.
His footsteps were muted in the thick rug. His thoughts, however, were loud. He couldn't believe the raw sexual energy that surrounded Fluffy and Drake. It was a tangible force that drew him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted more. He knew that Fluffy and Drake could provide him with everything he needed– passion, comfort, companionship. He wonders what Tony and Bull would bring into his life.
As Lothar walked, he saw the other members of Team Jockstrap.
In the kitchen, Baxter was cooking breakfast, his lithe body moving with practiced ease around the stove. His mind was focused on the meal, but his thoughts strayed to Aries, the werewolf incubus who had caught his eye. Lothar had tried to build the courage to pursue Aries, but the incubus seemed always just out of reach.
Baxter's golden eyes flickered up to meet Lothar's, a small, knowing smile on his face.
"Morning, Lothar. You look like you had a good night."
Lothar grunted in response, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I did. How about you? How are things going with Aries?"
Baxter's smile faltered slightly, but he shook his head. "It's tough. He's always so busy with his duties as a guardian, and when he's not, he's surrounded by his other husbands."
"Does he know your interested?" Lothar asked?
Baxter sighed, his delicate fingers expertly cracking eggs into a sizzling pan, "I don't know. I haven't had the guts to tell him yet. Besides, I don't want to cause any drama in his polyamorous relationship."
Lothar clapped a comforting hand on Baxter's shoulder. "I just got here last night. As far as I can tell, no one cares about personal dynamics. I suspect if I walked up to someone, and presented my ass to anyone here, they would shove me full of cock, not wanting to waste an opportunity, assuming they had the time for an interlude." Lothar said.
Baxter nodded, attempting a weak smile as he served up the food, "Yeah, I know.
It's still nerve-wracking." A quiet understanding passed between the two as they exchanged experiences and offered support. They had found solace in each other; their brotherhood was becoming a vital component of the team.
Lothar and Baxter sat in silence for a while, enjoying their meal while overlooking the expansive courtyard. Brute was out there doing bicep curls.
"Baxter, can I ask you some questions?" Lothar thought as Baxter.
"Sure, what's on your mind?" Baxter asked, a note of curiosity in his cool voice, noticing the shift in communication. Baxter sighed, turning to face Lothar directly.
"Are you allowed to have physical relations with anyone, as you are an angel?"
Lothar questioned, maintaining eye contact as his curiosity piqued.
"Strictly speaking, No I am not, unless its with another celestial. Sex is fine, but sex with an emotional attachment is forbidden unless they are of my rank and class. Even if I found someone who I could, there would be a lot of paperwork to fill out."
Baxter shrugged, taking a bite of his breakfast before continuing. "And I'm not sure I'm ready for that level of commitment."
Lothar nodded in understanding. He too had reservations about entering into a serious relationship, especially since joining Team Jockstrap. He had responsibilities to take care of, and the last thing he needed was to complicate things further by adding romance into the mix. But still, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins at the mere thought of Fluffy and Drake.
"Love is complicated," Lothar said. "I am not sure of where the line is drawn in this case. Is Aries considered a celestial? From what Connor told me. he is an ARCHTYPE given form and free will, and the spark of life. Connor told me that he wants the two of you to be together. I do not think there is anything keeping you apart. Why not just tackle him and shove your dick up his ass and see what happens. He is an incubus. Speak his language. Once its up there, fill him up and walk away. Or start feeding him your cum in his morning coffee. Do something smutty, to attract his attention,"
Lothar suggested, sipping his own coffee with a wicked grin.
Baxter couldn't help but laugh at Lothar's audaciousness. "You have a point. I can't just sit around and wait for something to happen. I need to take action." He stood up, a determined glint in his eyes. "Thanks for the advice, Lothar. Maybe I will try something smutty today."
Just then, Tony and Bull walked in. They were fully erect and had their Alpha Wolf cloaks on thier backs. Bulls cock almost touched the floor when it was soft. At the moment, it was hard, and sticking straight up and over his shoulder.
It made him look like a massive sexy creature from a filthy homoerotic fantasy. "Damn," Lothar whistled under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from the monumental appendage.
Lothar's reverie was broken as he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Tony.
Tony wore a serene smile as he spoke, "Good morning, Lothar. I hope you have rested well. Today is the tournament, are you ready?"
The masculine scent of testosterone and power wafted off him. "Almost. I have a lot of sexual tension I need to burn off. Would you and Bull like to help me with that? We could do a sparing match, or we can just do something more intimate?"
Lothar suggested, his gaze still firmly locked on Bull's imposing form.
Tony chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through the room. "I think a sparing match would be best for now. But after, who knows?"
Lothar nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fair enough. I'll hold you to that."
The three of them made their way to the training room, their banter filling the air. As they entered, Lothar couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
This was his new home, The Sanctuary. Crafted by the genius of Drake, Terry, Fluff, and the rest of Team Jockstrap, The Sanctuary was a realm within a pocket universe designed specifically for the protection and pleasure of its inhabitants.
The training room was state-of-the-art, complete with the latest technology in combat training simulations. Team Jockstrap believed in staying in top shape, and their equipment reflected this ethos.
Lothar felt a pang of excitement as he looked at the various weapons that lined the walls.
A box was sitting on the floor of the boxing ring. "Lothar" was written on the Box.
"Ooh! A care package from Connor!" Bull exclaims, one of his tails whipping out and picking up the box and handing it to Lothar. "He gives the best gifts, and they beat anything in your dragon hoard."
Considering who Conner is, and his nature, I bet you are right." Lothar agrees.
'The best things in life are not materialistic treasures forged by dragon fire,' he acknowledges. He carefully opened the box, He finds two sliver orbs, and a large pile of silken wolf fur garments, a wolf tooth pendant and a cock ring.
He raised an eyebrow at Connor's clever inclusion of a cock ring. The thought of using it sent a surge of electricity through his veins, pooling in his groin.
"Guys, what is this? The cape looks like it matches yours." Lothar asks.
He shoots a glance at his husbands, who exchange amused looks. "Go on," Drake encourages.
Unfolding the garment, Lothar reveals a stunning wolf-fur cape, which reflects flecks of silver and electric blue. Tony chuckles, admiring his collection. Each cape varies slightly in color, just like their eyes, Tail, and scales.
"Connor always did have an eye for beautiful things, "Tony remarks, rubbing one of his tails.
"Try it on," Bull said.
Lothar obliged, wrapping the cape around his massive shoulders. It fit perfectly, the fur soft against his skin.
"It looks incredible on you," Tony said, eyes glowing with lust. Bull let out a soft whine, obviously in agreement.
Lothar blushed, feeling like a warrior king. "Thanks, guys. I can't believe Connor did this for me."
Bull grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Connor is like that.
He has a way of making you feel special. I should thank him; he has sent me a gift as well, albeit not as extravagant." Bull shifted, the movement drawing Lothar's attention to his impressive form. Muscles rippled beneath the orc-werewolf's dark skin, a testament to his raw power.
"Lothar, I believe you're overdressed." Bull's grin widened as he spoke, eyes alight with mischief.
Lothar laughed, shedding his robe and tossing it aside.
Naked, the warrior stood tall, muscles gleaming. "Better?" He asked, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
Bull's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze roving over the lean, sculpted form of the warrior. "Much," He answered, prowling closer. "Now put on the wolf pelt jockstrap."
Intrigued, Lothar reached for the bundle of silver fur. Raising an eyebrow, he examined the fine stitching, crafted into a snug fit for his bulging package.
Lothar slid it, slowly on, securing it tightly with the straps. The silken fur grazed his thighs, teasing his sensitive skin.
The muscular orc-werewolf nodded his approval. "Throughout this tournament, you'll be wearing the jockstrap at all times." Tony said. "The jockstrap is our official emblem. The gold wolf paw is Drakes personal icon, as the Werewolf King."
Lothar mused, same as his gold talons. And there were also, silver and bronze wolf paw symbols, on all the Team Jockstrap members' uniform. The Sigil of their unity and power.
"Precisely." Bull agreed, the orc-werewolf's dark eyes gleaming with pride. "We protect and heal each other, inside and outside the arena." He paused, glancing out of the window towards the training grounds. "Take a moment to focus on the strap and let it attune to your desires."
Tony commanded. Bull shifted his weight, expectantly.
Lothar closed his eyes and felt the fur against his cock and balls, magical, like it was an extension of himself, pulsing with an energy that he understood, vaguely.
He opened his eyes and met Tony's fiery gaze, "The strap's doing strange things. It's alive."
Tony parted his lips into a slow smile, revealing a flash of sharp, white fangs. "That's because it's attuned to your desires and needs.
Lothar looked down and noticed that his package had reshaped itself. His cock was gracefuly draped over and around his massive balls, making the head point down and out. The fabric clung to every curve and contour, and the veins could be seen though the fabric.
It throbbed, pulsing with a life of its own. It felt good, even better than it looked. "A living, breathing, thinking, cock strap" Lothar thought. "Which is a great idea, when you think about it. I can worry less about holding it up, shifting it to the side, and can just enjoy sex."
A sense of anticipation built. There was excitement in his eyes, and his muscles tensed. His hands were balled into fists, with each breathing rhythmic and deep.
"It aslo knows when its being watched. It will start twitching and throbbing gently, the viewer notices but you will not." Tony said.
"Once activated, your strap will mirror the desires of those around you, hwatever they may be. And it will always be ready for action."
Lothar took a moment to process the implications. He looked at Bull, who nodded encouragingly. The orc-werewolf's eyes held a promise of carnal delights to come. Lothar's nerves gave way to a surge of excitement. "The jock has few more surprises. It gets bigger when you transform, or disappears when you want sex, and it always vaguely smells like sex, but never gets overpowering. It also changes shape according to need, or fashion sense."
Bull explained, gesturing to his black werewolf tail. The white-tipped appendage had melded into his form-fitting uniform effortlessly.
Lothar's eyes widened. "That's... incredible."
Bull smiled, "Aslo, the cloak and jock are a set. Invite them to attune to your inner beast."
Lothar's hand gripped the edge of the jockstrap as his mind raced with a rush of new information. "So, in short," Lothar summarized, excitement lacing his words, "This jockstrap is a living, breathing, shapeshifting companion that channels my desires and adapts to the situation? And the cloak responds to it, too?"
"Exactly," Tony and Bull said in unison.
Lothar grabbed his husbands' hands, a massive grin on his face. He thinks about who he is, and who he was and who he wants to be, and all that comes up is an a simple statement 'A dragon protector of Team Jockstrap.' With that thought, the fabric of the cloak and jock ripple and reforms into tight dragon scales, mirroring the hide of Lothar's true form.
The scales glimmer like polished silver, reflecting the ambient light in the room.
Lothar's mind was blown. His thoughts raced, imagining the plethora of possibilities and sensations that came with this magical living cock strap.
With a final glance at the mirroring scales, he turned to his husbands and announced, "I'm ready, let's get started. Today, I fuck and get fucked. Tonight, I claim victory, dragon-style."
Tony and Bull shared a look of excitement but also a slight hint of concern.
They knew Lothar was powerful, but his transformation showed potential dangers. They decided not to voice their concerns, as Lothar appeared thrilled with the new development.
Lothar held up the cock ring. "And this?"
Lothar asked, dangling the reachieved silver cock ring between his index and thumb. "What magical purpose does it serve?"
Tony's gaze dropped to the glinting ring in Lothar's hand, and a sly smile spread across his face. "These items are Loki's creatin actually. The cock ring turns into a permeant tattoo. It lets you create a flesh and blood flying cock that lets you either fuck yourself or anyone else who you are married to. It can also be invisible and phase though clothing." Bull said blushing, despite the thick fur.
Bull nodded in agreement, his eyes following the cock ring's simmer.
"It truly is a powerful piece. It could change the dynamic of your relationship, as well as Team Jockstrap's as a whole."
Lothar, intrigued, slipped the ring over his throbbing shaft and felt a surge of energy flow through him. His cock tingled, and moments later, a phantom replica appeared.
Translucent, it movements mimicked his, only it could fly. The cock ring had transformed into an intricate, ethereal tattoo, pulsing along Lothar's length.
His heart pounded. He was going to use it on Fluff.
Lothar picked up the two metal orbs. "And these?"
Lothar asked, holding up the two silver orbs.
Tony and Bull exchanged a glance before Tony spoke, "Connor made those. We each have one. You got two. I wonder why. They are undifferentiated creation matter. You can turn them into armor, tools, clothing, or body parts if want. Bull, Me, Drake and Fluffy, gave part of ours to each other to eat, so we could control each other's bodies, muscle size and sex drive."
Tony explained. "Connor wanted to show that each member of his team was uniquely powerful and equally vital to the group's success."
Lothar nodded in understanding, absorbing Tony's revelation. "The four of you surrendered the sanctity of your bodies to each other?"
Lothar asked, unable to mask the astonishment in his voice.
Tony and Bull nodded, their expressions solemn.
"Yes. By doing so, we became bound in ways that transcended physicality. We share a connection that enables us to tap into each other's power and energy at will."
Lothar took a moment to absorb the magnitude of this revelation. Consuming a piece of a loved one; allowing them to control your body—to literally consume and become part of you—was a sign of ultimate trust.
Lothar's mind swirled with a mixture of awe, desire, and fear at the thought. As a dragon, he understood the importance of unity, but this was something entirely different—and some ways, infinitely more profound.
Bull speaks up, slowly and reluctantly. "Lothar. I think I know what the second orb is for. I suspect Connor wants you to divine up the second orb and give it to the fours of us. We each have a small chunk of our original orbs left. Fluff told us to hang on to it."
Bull said, his eyes cast downward.
Lothar's gaze lingered on Bull's bowed head, noticing that even the orc-werewolf's thick fur bristled with tension. Lothar felt a stab of sympathy for his husbands.
Despite their incredible powers, they faced challenges that tested not only their strength but also their emotional fortitude. He couldn't help but wonder how much heavier those burdens had become with the addition of a new husband.
Lothar resolved to prove to his husbands that he was worthy of the responsibility, that he could be trusted with their emotions and, ultimately, their lives.
Lothar cleared his throat, addressing his fate-sealed partners. "Thank you for your honesty, and for the gift. I won't let you down."
Tony and Bull shared a nod of mutual understanding and gratitude, a silent language passing between them.
Lothar studied the two orbs, unable to shake the feeling that they held more secrets between them.
For now, he knew better than to pressure his husbands for answers they weren't ready to give.
"What should I do with the first orb? I notice that most of the team has prehensile tails. Is that the orbs doing?"
Lothar asked, observing the orbs with curiosity. Tony nodded. "We also have prehensile horns. It makes sleeping easier now." Bull tugged on one of Tonys horns to illustrate."
"See?"
Bull said, letting go. The horn swayed back and forth before settling back in place. "Some of us have second arms, or two cocks. Most of us just use them as weapons or as tools. Pyro uses his to create an extra masculine dragon themed Endodoctrine system to produce extra adrenaline and testosterone, so he always looks about ready to orgasm or claim you. It causes other people to feel like they are about ready to be lovingly consumed." Bull said.
Lothar looked on, intrigued by this new piece of information. He wondered what it would be like to have two cocks, or prehensile horns, as Tony had. It all sounded so foreign, yet incredibly tantalizing.
"Interesting," Lothar said, curiosity piquing. "I wonder what else the orbs can do. I suppose I'll have to experiment with them and see. Perhaps I'll start with the one and see where that takes me," Lothar mused, excitement building. "Can i change it later?"
Lothar asked, examining the first orb.
Bull shook his head, his voice deep and solemn. "Yes. You have 3 days to play with it, then it becomes unlocked once every 6 days, for a full day. If you give your orb to someone else to consume, it is permeant."
The realization that this magic within his hands could permanently change him, resonated with the warrior's sense of purpose. Lothar nodded firmly, ready for this commitment. He very much approved of the idea that he could redo the working on occasion.
It made it less daunting. New beastly demonic features could be fun and interesting to experiment; but permanence was scary.
He looked at Tony and Bull. "You have prehensile horns? Those must come in handy, no pun intended."
Tony runs a hand through his horns with a resigned look.
"They do, in combat and in other situations. I mean, I've used mine to grab opponents and finish them off; also, pleasure men." He grinned mischievously at Bull.
"I prefer to pleasure my opponents first, before finishing them off." Lothar said, flashing a sly grin.
Bull replied, his voice guttural and intense. "Well, maybe I'll let you do that to me sometime. But for now, let's focus on our training."
Eager to impress his husbands, Lothar simply ate the first orb, knowing he can adjust it later.
Almost immediately, he felt a surge of power coursing through him.
It flowed into his muscles, strengthening them further, and intensified the tingling in his now-living cock strap.
His entire body hummed with an energy unlike anything he had ever felt. Tony and Bull, watched him with lust-filled eyes, clearly pleased with the outcome of this risky experiment.
Lothar couldn't wait to explore the changes this transformation had brought about. To test his newfound strength, he launched himself at Bull, tackling him to the ground in a display of primal power. The orc-werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, but Lothar saw the flash of desire there as well.
Bull was a warrior at heart, and this kind of rough play was not unfamiliar to him.
Lothar pinned Bull to the ground, gripping the muscular orc-werewolf's wrists above his head and staring deep into his eyes. "I want every part of you, Bull," he growled, his dragon's instincts taking over.
Bull's eyes sparkled with mischief and lust. "You already have every part of me, Lothar," he replied, his voice deep and rough.
Lothar could feel Bull's cock pressing against his leg, already hard and ready for him. He was ready to take charge.
But first, he wanted to explore Bull's magnificent physique. He ran his hands over the warrior's muscular chest, feeling the powerful solidity of him beneath his fingertips. Bull's muscles rippled under his touch, and he couldn't help but growl with desire.
Bull's scent filled his nostrils, a mix of sweat and musk that made his cock throb with need. Lothar leaned down, capturing Bull's lips with his own. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, tongues dueling as they tasted each other for the first time.
Lothar released Bull's wrists, running his hands over the warrior's chiseled abs and down his sides. He felt the first minotaurs fingers clenching and unclenching, the anticipation building between them.
Lothar trailed a hand down Bull's belly, stopping just short of his cock. The mino twurhis hips bucking up, trying to get closer to Lothar's touch.
Lothar chuckled, denying Bull the release he craved. Instead, he continued to explore the other man's body, committing every inch of him to memory. Bulls heart beating wildly against his chest, and he knew that Bull wanted him just as badly as he wanted Bull.
Lothar slowly wrapped his fingers around Bull's thick cock, stroking it gently. Moaning, he arched his
back arching off the ground as Lothar explored him further.The dragon-shifter trailed his hands over Bull's tight balls, feeling their heaviness in his palm. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin just behind Bull's balls, feeling him tremble beneat. Lothar grinned, knowing he had found one of Bull's sweet
He continued to explore his newfound power, teasing and tantalizing Bull's body. He trembled beneath the dragon, whimpering and pleading for more. Lothar reveled in the feeling, knowing that he had complete control over the powerful warrior.
But Lothar was not a cruel man. He knew that denying Bull release for too long would only prolong his own pleasure. And so, with a wicked gleam in his eye, he gripped Bull's cock tightly and began to stroke it faster and harder.
The first Minotaur cried out, unused to beging handles like this by anyone but Fluffy.
The second Minotaur watched, entranced. His own cock throbbed, aching with need.
“Lothar,” Bull pleaded, eyes wild with desire. “Please, I need to cum.”
But Lothar didn’t relent – not yet. He wanted to make this moment last, to memorize it.
With a flick of his wrist, the magic cloak shimmered and transformed, forming a suit of armor around Lothar. It hugged him tightly, accentuating every muscle.
Its silver scales gleamed, an extension of his dragon nature and newfound strength. It was as light as and as fine as a spiderweb.
Its scales shimmer, catching the light just right and creating a beautiful spectacle of dancing colors. It covered every inch of his exposed skin, leaving only his face and hands free. The cloak was an extension of Lothar himself, a manifestation of his power and his identity as the dragon shapeshifter.
Lothar nodded, casting one final look at his reflection in the mirror.
The suit of armor fit him like a second skin, highlighting his muscular form and accentuating every contour of his powerful physique. It sparkled and shimmered, a testament to his strength and skill as a warrior.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and faced Tony and Bull, both of whom watched him with a mixture of astonishment, awe, and lust in their eyes.
"I'm ready to train," Lothar declared, the sound of his voice resonating throughout the room.
A dominating energy radiated from his presence.
Bull stood up from the ground, his body already tensing in anticipation. "Great. Let's head to our training grounds."
The trio made their way to the state-of-the-art facility, a cavernous space designed to hone their skills as warriors and lovers. Various training devices and props littered the landscape, each handcrafted by the finest artisans in the realm.
Bull addressed Lothar, his voice firm.
"Before we begin, you need more weapons." Bull gestured to the walls of the facility, lined with countless arrays of weaponry. "Each weapon has been enchanted to amplify the wielder's unique abilities. Pick any you fancy and make them your own."
Lothar nodded, impressed by the selection of armory. He inspected a sword with a gleaming blade of silver, the metal humming with a seductive energy.
This weapon, he immediately knew, would become his. He reached for the hilt, feeling the smooth surface of the weapon meld to his grasp.
In his hands, the sword felt like an extension of himself. Its weight, power, balance, all familiar and natural. He sensed a deep connection with this weapon, a strong bond forged in fire and steel.
Tony and Bull stepped back to allow Lothar room to test the new blade. Together, they watched as Lothar effortlessly cut through the air, slashing a practice dummy into shreds.
The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the room, and Lothar could feel the power coursing through his veins.
"Yes," Bull rumbled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "That's what I like to see. That blade matches your scales. I assume those scales match your original body?"
Bull asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Lothar nodded, twirling the blade in his hand. "Indeed. This sword is the perfect complement to my dragon-shifter form."
Tony spoke up, his voice even as he regarded Lothar with a suggestive gaze. "Speaking of forms, have you discovered your new prehensile feature yet?"
Lothar glanced over, noticing Tony's subtle grip on his own cock. The shifter chuckled and flexed his tail, causing it to flick and twitch subtly.
"Ah, yes. My prehensile feature."
Bull stared at Lothar's tail, unblinking. "Impressive. You'll need to practice using it in battle and in moments of intimacy."
Lothar nodded, understanding the importance of his new appendage. "Definitely."
The three continued their training for the upcoming tournament, their bodies and minds becoming one with their weapons and shifting forms.
Lothar had long since mastered his mentally-controlled armor, changing its shape and form in accordance with his will. The silver-scaled outfit hugged his skin, every scale carefully arranged to protect his vital organs and highlight his muscular physique.
His sword, too, was an extension of himself, mentally connected and able to be summoned at a moment's notice. With each stroke, Lothar felt the deep-seated satisfaction that came with perfect synchrony between man, weapon, and armor.
Bull, too, couldn't resist showcasing his own prowess, effortlessly switching between his werewolf form and towering minotaur figure, the runic tattoos that marked his body shifting and flowing along to match.
As the two fought, they exchanged sweaty glances, barely holding back as their arousal grew. A heavy tension filled the State-of-the-Art training facility, charging the air with erotic electricity.
Bull took out his DnD war mallet and began to train with that. He tossed his second one to Tony.
"Catch." It spun through the air in a silver arc until Tony's massive hands closed around it.
Tony nodded in thanks, with a wink at his husband. He hefted the mallet testing the weight.
"Lothar," Tony asked, "What sort of warlock are you?"
Lothar paused, considering his response. "I am a warlock of many forms," he said finally, "My powers come from my inner dragon, manifested here as my prehensile tails and horns. I specialize in wind and time magic."
Tony and Bull shared a look, smiling.
Lothar continued, "I will enter the tournament as a warrior."
Tony smiles evilly. "Want to make a bet? I can get more hits on you in 5 minutes than you can me."
Lothar looked at him skeptically. "I highly doubt that."
Tony smirked. "Alright then, put your money where your mouth is. Loser goes down on the winner."
Lothar couldn't help but smile at the challenge. "You're on."
Tony just just stood there, admiring his fingers nails as Lothar attacked. Lothar swung his sword at Tony. And he missed.
THWACK!
Lothar felt his backside get slammed, as he stumbled missing Tony's body .
The werewolf was too quick for him.
Lothar grinned at Tony, readying himself for the next attack.
Tony reddened, his pride at stake, and swung back down with the mallet.
'Axe' , Lothar thought.
There was an advantage to fighting against a strong weapons expert that was also one's erotic companion.
If all failed, Lothar could pull his dragon from within him.
The possibility of that sent waves of harsh heat over him.
Tony just flipped the war mallet and caught it.
"4:30 min left. Tony 1 point, Lothar 0." Bull says, gleefully.
Lothar grins, his excitement at the competition growing. He lunges at Tony, determined to close the gap in points.
Bull watches, amused, as Lothar and Tony trade blows. The two musclebound warriors clash, their weapons ringing out against each other in a symphony of raw power.
Lothar deflects another blow from Tony's war mallet, the impact sending shockwaves up his arm. Sweat drips down his brow, and his breath comes in ragged gasps.
Lothar blocks and Tony goes THWACK on Lothar' chest anyway.
Lothar staggers but holds his ground, panting heavily. "Damn, you're good!"
Tony grins, showing off his dimples. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."
They exchange a friendly banter, their bodies glistening with sweat and exhaustion. As they continue their sparring, Lothar marvels at the ease with which Tony moves - his muscles ripple and flow, his movements fluid and graceful.
Bull stands by, cheering them on and offering pointers.
Lothar uses his time magic to score the next point. Everything freezes and Lothar walks up to Tony, looking at the Minotaur in the eyes. Despite being frozen, Tony winks.
While distracted by the wink, Lothar gets THWAKED again by the war mallet.
Tony laughs heartily.
"Time's up! Final score: Tony-3, Lothar-0."
Lothar can't help but laugh, shaking his head.
"You got me there, Tony. I guess I owe you one."
Tony grins and wags his finger playfully.
"Don't forget, dragon-shifter. I'll collect on that debt."
Bull chuckles, clearly enjoying the easy camaraderie between his husbands.
"Tony, how did you hit me so often. and how did you ignore my time stop?" Lothar asked..
Tony's eyes glinted with mischief. "Lothar, freeze time, and try to hit me."
Lothar narrowed his eyes, focusing his magic. Time seemed to slow down, then stop completely. He approached Tony, his blade glinting in the dim light of the training facility.
But as he swung, Tony effortlessly ducked and countered with a swing of his mallet. Lothar stumbled, thrown off balance by the sudden movement.
"Impressive," Lothar said, shaking off his surprise. "But what about my time stop? How did you move?"
Tony's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"Time is relative, Lothar. And in battle, we're both moving through it at different speeds. Even if you stop time, I can still react with the momentum I've built up."
Lothar's brow furrowed in confusion. "How is that possible?"
"I'm better at time magic than you." Tony says, grinning.
Lothar grins back, appreciating the friendly challenge. He launches at Tony, putting all his strength behind each strike. The two exchange blows with ease, neither able to get the better of the other. Bull stands by, silently analyzing each player's techniques. Beneath the electric atmosphere, sweat drips down muscled bodies and heavy breathing fills the air. It's hours into the practice session and team Jockstrap is in their prime, fueled by a desire to win.
Lothar ask Tony to stop time, to have a private conversation.
"Tony, how did you become so well-versed in time magic? You're far beyond my level," Lothar asked, curiosity piqued.
Tony shrugged. "I carry a soul shard from the original force of time and space in this universe. We found a rift causing havoc and Fluffy tamed it and had me eat the shard to contain it."
Lothar stared at Tony, stunned by the revelation. He knew his husbands were powerful, but this was beyond anything he had heard of. "I see," Lothar said eventually, unsure of what to make of this new information. "Can you time travel?"
Lothar asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tony shook his head, his expression solemn. "No, I can't. But I can manipulate time to an extent. I can slow it down, speed it up, and even freeze it. Cronos, the being whose magic I contain, says I should be able to reverse time."
Lothar's heart races. "Can you teach me how to manipulate time?"
Tony looks into the distance, his eyes narrowed. "I cant, why not just ask Connor or Loki? I don't have the ability to tech you whet I know. I just think it and it happens. That is the downside of a granted magic. You just use it. I might be able to help you get better by trying to freeze you so you can resist me." Tony says.
"Lothar, try to freeze me in time. Ill start off resisting it slowly. Pay attention as the magic ripples out of you, and hits me. It should bounce away and cause a distortion in the felid."
Lothar nods, understanding the concept behind temporal distortion. He freezes time in the sparing room they are in. Bulls junk stops swaying. Tony freezes.
The sparring room appears frozen, waiting for Lothar's next move. Lothar studies the room, focusing on getting a feel for his magical abilities. Exhaling, he releases his magic, focusing on creating ripples in the room. The ripples spread across the room, surrounding Tony. It feels strange, but not unpleasant.
As the ripples spread, Tony's eyes widen in surprise. "Not bad, Lothar!"
Suddenly, the ripples coalesce, forming a vortex that pulls at Tony.
His body twists and turns, struggling against the flow of time. Lothar can actually feel the resistance. This was a new feeling.
Lothar felt his control weaken, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Never before had he felt such a raw and untamed energy coursing through him. He had always been in control, always in command of himself. But now, faced with this overwhelming sensation, Lothar couldn't help but surrender to it.
"Very good, Lothar," Tony said, his voice deep and approving. "You're learning quickly."
Lothar's heart skipped a beat at the praise.
"Once you become aware of how senstive the flow is, you can fine tune it. I never had to, The magic just does as I ask. I think I can attune your sensitivity to use less power." Tony said.
"Id like that." Lothar said. "How did you get past my guard when we were trying tap each other?"
Lothar asked, genuinely intrigued.
"You know how Loki and Connor gave us secondary were-forms?"
Tony asked, still catching his breath from the grueling practice session.
"Yeah, I remember. I chose this warrior form, but I still wonder if I made the right choice sometimes," Lothar admitted, sheathing his blade and wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I didn't like anything They offered, so Fluff gave me something from his stash, had a truly remarkable item, the rarest thing he had. " Tony explained, gazing into the distance as if lost in thought. It lets the user become whatever species or race that person physically sees, including their magical abilities, and an intuitive grasp on how to use them."
Lothar raised an eyebrow in interest. "That's very broken. So what form did you use to get past my guard?"
"Banshee"
Tony replied, his voice low and gruff.
Lothar's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"
"Actually, Bull got the form in Loki's DnD game as a loot reward a few days ago. This morning I copied it."
Lothar whistled under his breath. "That's incredible."
Bull chuckled, a low rumbling in his chest. "Fluffy sure has a way with unique gifts."
Lothar couldn't help but agree. The thought of Fluffy's generosity and kindness brought a smile to his face. He couldn't wait to see him later and share his day's training progress.
As Lothar finished his sparring session, the weight of his upcoming tournament responsibilities settled on his shoulders.
As the match finished up. Tony and Bull each gave Lothar a marble. Shocked, truly shocked, and awed, he became speechless and a tear leaked out.
He composed himself, clearing his throat.
"I will use these in my next training session. Thank you, Tony."
Tony and Bull nodded. The trio took a moment of silence, each reflecting on their own thoughts.
"Why?"
Lothar finally broke the silence.
Bull's expression softened, his eyes taking on a warm glow.
"Because you're our teammate. Our friend. And we believe in you. We are not there, yet, but the seed of love has been planted." Bull said.
Lothar nodded, touched by Bull's words.
"Lothar, I agree with Bull. The seed has been planted. And thanks to my generic shape changing abilities, I now have a fucking dragon hatching in my mind. Lothar, it thinks you are his uncle. My inner Wolf and Bull now have a Dragon playmate." Tony spoke, smirking. "Eventualy you will need a very strong link to me to help train the dragon."
Lothar looked at Tony, confused and surprised. "I'll do my best to stay connected to you," Lothar said, still reeling from the admission. Lothar handed Bull and Tony two marbles from his Creation Orb. The minotaur's took the marbles, ate them, then kissed Lothar on the lips and walked away.
"Until next time, Lothar," Bull said, his voice deep and rumbling with a promise of things yet to come.
Lothar stood there, stunned for a moment, before collecting himself and returning to the Sanctuary's training facility to continue his preparations for the tournament.
As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling of those kisses. He had expected a quick peck on the cheek, but the way they had held him, their tongues exploring his mouth, had left him feeling dazed and somewhat overwhelmed.
But there was also a stirring deep within him, an excitement that he had never before experienced.
Lothar had always considered himself a composed and disciplined individual, but now he found himself questioning his resolve. He had never experienced such intense passion and desire, and he couldn't deny that it felt good.
He had always thought of himself as a warrior, a protector, but now he felt a burning desire for something more. He wanted to be loved and cherished, and he wanted to give the same in return.
He yearned for the day when he could fall asleep in the arms of a lover, drunk on pleasure and exhaustion.
The more Lothar trained, the more he yearned for the comfort of a lover. He found himself constantly daydreaming about being worshipped and desired, his every touch inciting pleasurable gasps and moans from a willing partner. His heart ached for a love that would fill the emptiness within.
He was startled from these thoughts by the entrance of Fluff and Drake. As soon as Lothar saw these two men, he remembered that He now had four men who wanted to worship him and to lay with and to moan in pleasure. Fluff in particular, was very good at existing in pleasure....those horns of his.
The two walked into the training facility, arms around each other's waists, both of them smiling from ear to ear. Lothar couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched them. Fluff saw Lothar, drenched in sweat, his werewolf form large, lumbering and aroused. HE bellowed in surprise and started running towards Lothar at full speed. At a freighting speed.
Lothar had just enough time to max out his density so he would not be crushed or knocked over.
It had been a while since he had shifted density in his werewolf form. He welcomed the opportunity to practice. He let go of his weapons and armor, doubling down on controlling his muscle mass and bone structure.
Fluff's large, horned head collided with Lothar's chest, but his density was strong and solid. Fluff bounced off, falling onto his back, while Lothar merely stumbled back a step from the force of the blow.
Everyone in the training facility stopped what they were doing to turn and look at the spectacle.
Bull and Tony raised their eyebrows, sharing a glance. Fluff slowly stood up, dusting himself off and rubbing his head. Drake simply stood there with a small smirk on his face.
Lothar, still in his werewolf form, towered over Fluff. He took a deep breath, inhaling the thick musk of the orc-werewolf's scent. His body reacted instantly, responding to the pheromones with a surge of testosterone and arousal.
The dragon within him stirred, demanding to be near the powerful werewolf. Lothar resisted the urge to shift, knowing that it would only heighten the tension in the room. He forced himself to stay in control, to resist the animalistic instincts that threatened to consume him.
Fluff approached him, his eyes gleaming with desire and submission. Lothar could sense the strong pack energy emanating from him, and he felt his own power rising to meet it. He held his ground, standing tall and proud as the orc-werewolf drew closer.
Fluff lowered his gaze, submitting to Lothar's dominance. He closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Lothar's. His cock throbbed, already hard and dripping pre-cum.
Lothar's breath hitched as he felt Fluff's arousal, and the dragon within him stirred once more. Lothar pushed down the urge to shift, instead wrapping his arms around Fluff's muscular back.
"King," Lothar murmured, acknowledging Fluff's pack energy and status.
He inhaled Fluff's musky scent, the potent pheromones drawing out his inner dragon, eliciting a fierce arousal, and causing his cock to swell. A low growl reverberated in his throat as he fought against the beast within him, the need to dominate, claim, and mate urging him to shift.
But Lothar knew he couldn't lose control. Not here. Not now. He had work to do and tournaments to win.
"Lothar, I can feel your desire, and restraint. Why dont you simply ask Tony to make a mini time bubble for you and Fluff, and spend a month or some getting to know each other?" Drake asked.
Lothar looked at Fluff, whose gaze was still fixed on the ground in submission. He looked into Drake's eyes, a deep sense of longing and desire warring with his discipline.
"Yes, Fluff, would you like that?" Lothar asked, his voice low and commanding.
Fluff's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. Lothar glanced over at Bull and Tony, who nodded their understanding.
With a burst of magic, Tony placed a bubble of slowed time around Lothar and Fluff, giving them a secluded space to explore their connection.
Fluff stepped forward, slowly closing the gap between them. He wrapped a hand around Lothar's broad shoulder, tugging him forward until their foreheads touched. The intimacy of the action caught Lothar off guard, but he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at the touch.
Fluff inhaled deeply, then released a low rumble, as if scenting Lothar more deeply.
"Dragon."
Lothar tensed, prepared for Fluff's attack. But instead of aggression, the werewolf leaned in, pressing their bodies together. Lothar sucked in a breath, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.
Fluff looked up at him, his eyes glowing red with lust. "Wanted you since we met."
Lothar's thoughts raced. His desire for Fluff was strong, but he couldn't help but worry about the consequences. He shook his head, trying to regain control.
"Fluff, I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, his voice strained.
But Fluff wasn't deterred. He leaned in closer, nuzzling Lothar's neck and inhaling deeply. "Drake said this would be okay."
Lothar shivered at the sensation of Fluff's breath on his skin. "I'm not Drake," he reminded Fluff, but his resolve was weakening.
Fluff pulled back, his gaze locked infinitely on Lothar's.
"No," he agreed, his voice deep and gravelly. "You're not Drake."
Lothar's eyes dropped to Fluff's lips, watching as they parted in a quiet sigh. His body reacted again, muscles rippling with tension. "Fluff—"
"Shh, big dragon," Fluff cut in, holding up a hand to silence Lothar. His tone was softer now, more intimate.
Lothar felt his heartbeat quicken as Fluff stepped closer.
"Dragon, your fire burns for me." Fluff whispered.
Lothar couldn't argue with that.
Feeling Fluff's warmth pressed against him, Lothar leaned in, capturing the orc-werewolf's lips with his own.
Fluff groaned, opening his mouth to allow Lothar's tongue to explore. This was very different than the night before. Lothar Dameon picked up the Fluff, and carried him to Lothar's quatres; the castle lost to time. They were in their own bubble. It seemed like Time around them was frozen. Fluff took a picture of Baxter learning down to kiss an excited Aries. Dina was at the couch drinking a coffee.
She set down the coffee, and gestured the two men over to her chair.
"Come here, I want to get a good look at you both," she said, a playful smile on her lips.
Lothar agreed. not sure who this lady was yet. She was the avatar of magic, and beyond that, he had no idea of what sort of person she was. Lothar looked down and noticed that Fluff had been magicked asleep.
Lothar adjusted Fluff's position, ensuring his comfort. Dina stood and stretched her arms before resting a hand on Lothar's shoulder. Her touch was warm, but authoritative. He couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her presence, despite the non-threatening demeanor.
"Well done, warrior," she praised, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I can see why you were selected as the co-alpha of Team Jockstrap."
Lothar's shoulders tensed at the mention of his title, only to relax seconds later.
He had finally realized who he was facing.
"Thank you, Dina. I am glad our encounter went as smoothly as it did," Lothar said, his voice low and steady.
Dina tilted her head, her eyes studying the dragon-shifter. She placed her hand on his shoulder and spoke again, "I am proud of you, Lothar."
Lothar's face lit up, and he looked at her with a grateful expression.
Her approval meant the world to him. As they stood there, looking at each other, the sounds of the training facility faded into the background. Lothar couldn't help but feel grateful for everything she had done for him since his arrival at the Sanctuary.
Lothar nodded, soaking in her words. He knew she was right. 'Diana, why do you wish to speak to me? You could simply come over and talk to me any time." Lothar asked.
Diana's gaze softened, and a gentle smile spread across her lips.
"I've always admired your determination and strength," Diana said. "And I wanted to congratulate you on your progress. I've been observing you since you arrived at the Sanctuary, and I've seen so much growth in you."
Lothar was taken aback. He had never considered that someone like Diana, the personification of magic itself, would take an interest in him. But her words filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"Everyone hear learns how to use the magic based on love. Some do it better than others. Your pulling on a strain of love that comes from a desire to protect. Almost Everyone else here, does something else. Why do you want to protect?"
Diana asked, her voice soft but curious.
Lothar's mind raced as he considered her question. He had never really thought about it before. He had always just assumed that his protective instincts were a part of who he was, a result of his years of training as a solider and combat warrior. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his desire to protect went beyond simple training. It was a deep-seated need, a driving force that had always been a part of him.
And now, faced with Diana's question, Lothar found himself confronted with the true depth of his desires.
Lothar took in a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill his lungs and calm his racing thoughts. "I want to protect those who cannot protect themselves," he said finally, his voice steady and firm. "I want to provide safety and security to those who are vulnerable and in need. I want to be their strength, their shield, and their guardian."
Diana nodded, a small smile on her lips. "That is a beautiful sentiment, Lothar," she said.
"Your love for protection is a rare and valuable trait. It is worth nurturing and embracing. As the guardian of the Sanctuary, I am honored to have someone with your exceptional talents and capabilities on our team."
Dina squeezed his shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "I know you have a lot on your plate right now, with the tournament coming up and all. But I want you to know that I am here for you. I will always support and guide you, no matter what challenges you may face."
Lothar's heart swelled with gratitude and appreciation.
He couldn't help but feel proud that someone as powerful and respected as Dina saw potential in him. He knew that he still had a lot to learn and accomplish, but hearing her kind words filled him with a sense of determination and purpose.
"Thank you, Dina," Lothar said, his voice steady and firm. "I won't let you down."
Dina smiled and nodded, then turned to leave. But before she left, she turned back to Lothar and added, "And one more thing, Lothar. When the time is right, embrace your destiny.
"Lothar, Your physical body only constitutes 4 organs that were merged with Drakes, You are Drakes psychic projection, the sprit linked to those dragon parts. I understand that this allows you certain freedoms that having a physical body cant allow. Am i understanding this correctly?" Diana asked.
Lothar paused, considering her words. He had never thought about it that way before. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he said finally.
"Interesting," Diana mused. "That means you have more freedom and flexibility than the others. You can exist purely as energy and consciousness, without the constraints of a physical form. It also means that your psychic bond with Drake is even stronger than the rest of the team's."
Lothar nodded, intrigued by this new perspective.
"Everyone in the group can use everyone else magics at about 80% efficiency. Because of your connection to Drake, you can pull on his at around 98% efficiency." Diana said. "If you dissolve your from, and simply be a floating consciousness, you will become a bit stronger than Drake in terms of being pack Alpha." Diana said.
Lothar considered her words carefully, his mind racing with the implications. He had never thought of himself as anything other than a physical being, but the more he considered the possibility, the more intrigued he became.
"I see what you mean," Lothar said finally. "It's an interesting thought, but one that I'm not sure I'm ready to explore just yet."
Diana nodded in understanding. "Take your time, Lothar. When you're ready, the knowledge will be there for you to access. Can you manifest Dameon? Your actual form." Diana asked. "I don't need you to actually do it. I just want to know if you can, or know how."
Diana turned her gaze to Lothar, curious about his true form.
"I can," Lothar replied gruffly, "but I choose not to. My orc-werewolf form is more suited for combat and affairs of the flesh."
"Ok. Thank you for letting me know. Is the dragon an aspect of you, just as a wolf is an aspect of a werewolf?"
Dina asks, bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand.
Lothar ponders the question before answering. "In a way, yes. The dragon is an extension of myself, a manifestation of my inner desires and strengths. It's a part of me that I can call upon when needed, just as Fluff can call upon his inner wolf."
Dina nods in understanding. "Interesting. I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference. Something interesting happened. Fluffs powers are still locked down from last night. And yet, he can clearly hear your dragon. Fluff heard your dragon calling out for love a little while ago. That is why he went looking for you." Diana said.
And yet, he can clearly hear your dragon. Fluff heard your dragon calling out for love a little while ago. That is why he went looking for you. Do you realize Fluff heard you despite having the bulk of his powers shut down?"
Dina asked, a curious expression on her face.
"Interesting," Lothar mused, stroking his chin. "I wasn't aware that my romantic feelings extended beyond the physical realm. It seems my dragon is even more perceptive than I thought."
Dina nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Yes, well, it appears your dragon has some strong feelings for Fluff. You'll want to navigate that relationship carefully and considerately. I know Fluffs body better than Drake. Fluff, and Fluffy, can be intimate with your dragon in any way either of you desire. He will not get hurt. Your dragon fire can singe him a tiny bit, and any damage will heal within an hour. Your claws can scratch him and draw blood, but not deeply enough to damage him. Any wounds you or your dragon inflicts will heal by morning. He has been with stronger beings once or twice. You can not nor will not intimidate him." Diana said.
"Are you saying that my dragon can safely consume Fluff without worrying about the consequences?"
Lothar asked, a trace of confusion in his voice.
Diana nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Your dragon can safely indulge in Fluff, experiencing all the pleasure and passion that comes with it, without the risk of harm."
Lothar felt a stirring in his groin as he listened to her words. The idea of his dragon consuming Fluff was exhilarating, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to the idea.
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