A Wolf's Kiss

Chapter VI - The Visitor

Do you know how our Queen mother created the stars? Do you know why she created them?

Before the stars, all creation was covered in darkness. There were no worlds, there were no stars. There was only the tapestry that Aetheria had woven, the tapestry that all creation would rest on.

Then she created the stars, concentrations of her goodness that would bring light and life to everything.

The stars dance on her tapestry, they bend it, they move in sync together without one leading the other... this is what you must do.

And once you learn this dance, you too will bend the tapestry... young Ceres.

Ceres had become a wolf. He spoke as one, he dressed as one, and with Jagur, he learned to lie as one.

It took a lot of getting used to, being with Jagur. He was always so rough. All over Ceres' chest, hips, and thighs were bite marks from where Jagur had loved to kiss him. He kissed like a wolf, he kissed with his teeth. In time he learned to be just as rough as Jagur, and left a few bite marks on him, which the wolf seemed oddly proud of.

Nearly every morning Ceres woke up the same way, with Jagur's body rubbing up against his own and his green-golden eyes peering through the darkness. He wouldn't have called the sight fearful, because he had never truly been afraid of Jagur, only intimidated at times. Every night without fail, and nearly every morning, Jagur would eye him with all the intensity a wolf would view a deer grazing in the forest before he killed it. Whenever that happened, Ceres knew what would come next. Daily and nightly, Jagur would grab Ceres and ride him as relentlessly as he rode his wolf.

It always hurt, but over time Ceres learned to enjoy it. In those moments he sensed that Jagur was not himself... much more animal. He was barely able to speak. It was as if, unintentionally, Ceres had brought out the other side of Jagur. The one he had only heard stories about. But when he was done, Jagur always kissed Ceres gently on the lips every time without fail, then he would bury his face in the boy's chest, and mutter sweet things as he fell asleep.

Jagur often remarked that Ceres got better every time, and every time Ceres wondered if Jagur would mate him. He never had. Ceres had no idea what his standing was in Jagur's eyes, and he wouldn't dare ask him, he feared that Jagur viewed him as little more than a servant. At first he was unsure of his own feelings about Jagur, but it had taken long for him to become infatuated with his Chief.

Now that Ceres spoke to Jagur in his own language, he was able to have full conversations with him. He found that Jagur was fiercely intelligent, and helped him when he made mistakes in Vargstongue. He spoke about the world as if he had seen every inch of it, and discussed military strategy so clearly even Ceres was able to understand. Jagur was at times even humorous, though most often he was surly and gruff in nature, and when it came to romance, he was shy.

He woke up before Jagur that morning, which was a little rare. He waited nearly an hour, nuzzled safely in Jagur's arms and looking at his sleeping face. Most people were scared of him, they looked at his face and saw his scars, his iron jaw, and his piercing eyes. They had the stories and the songs about him, they knew of his vicious skill in battle, and his unforgiving ruthlessness for his enemies. All Ceres knew of was his gentler side. The most vicious or ruthless thing Ceres had ever seen him do was bring a deer back from a hunt. Even then, he was adamant that every part of the animal be used, so to honor it in death.

Ceres almost couldn't believe it was he who brought him the head of the Magister.

He was no fool, Ceres knew that Jagur could kill... but it didn't scare him at all, it only made him curious.