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Posted on 2020-08-07 09:14:27
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FurAffinity user grifterwolf wrote this long story to accompany the picture:

Graze Flameshot wasn't un-average from others of his kind, the hulking Charr walked through the forest, listening to the birds overhead, a warm glow of sunlight pouring down through the trees was like being bathed in the radiant light of a flame. His brown and tawny fur, he extended his shoulders out giving a soft sigh as his thumb claws slid through the insides of his breech, which flapped in a sudden soft wind that had come up, taking away the subtle warmth the sun washed over him.

He enjoyed stepping away from his warband for a time, the feeling of being alone, the soft soil of the path he followed down into the forest was almost a welcome feeling. Though raised by fire and the blade, he couldn't help but feel oddly out of place lately. He tired of war, even occasionally his dedication to the group which was not very much like his kind. A cool breeze wavered his thoughts, and he spread his wide shoulders out his muscular brown and tawny fur fluttering in the wind which immediately cooled the effects of the warm sunlight bathing him. He sighed and continued down the path, allowing the wind to stroke at his fur and his sharp jaw as he walked. He enjoyed the scent of nature, the feeling of the earth under his claws as he towered massively over it. He checked over his shoulder, and stared for a few moments before turning back and taking a second path that led into the thicker wood.

It was rare that travelers came down this way, in fact it was out of sheer luck that Graze knew that this path was here. The trees grew in number and shrank slightly in size as he walked, it was a good three mile trek. Occasionally he would look back and insure that he wasn't being followed and turned back forward. His ears perked up, he could hear the sound of running water not far off, and he could smell the familiar scent of his favorite retreat. He picked up the pace and a short time later, turned the bend and arrived at the river.

Kneeling at the edge, Graze filled his hands with the cool water and splashed it over his muzzle, rolling the water back across his slate-gray horns. The sensation was very relaxing and cooled him off immediately. He tugged at the strand on his cloth and released it from his hips, his cock swung between his legs, freed from the confinement of his undercloth as he tugged it to stretch it out some. He stepped into the water, the frigid nature of the fresh flowing source had long since been a problem for his sensitive flesh and he glided out into the water as soon as his hips touched the cold. He inhaled sharply, somewhat enjoying the chill as he ducked down under the water and dove to the bottom. He tapped it with his claw and swam a few yards before surfacing again, settling for a moment on the bottom of the lake before he settled back onto his back and began to float along the river's current.

Graze stared into the bright sky above him, the sun had passed its highest point and he could look up without being blinded by its glare. He inhaled slowly and exhaled, letting his ears dip under the water which dulled the sound around him. He closed his eyes and took in the subtle sounds underwater. Almost losing himself, he nearly felt himself dip into the water before he caught his breath and remained afloat. Opening his eyes again, a hint of movement caught the Charr's attention. He narrowed his eyes curiously and stared at the object which seemed to be descending upon him at a rapid rate.

It had wings which fluttered at him as it came upon him. Graze sat up, nearly dunking himself again into the water as he stared at it; smoke curled off its wings, the creature which resembled a butterfly, appeared to somehow be on fire. Swooping in on his face, Graze gasped and instinctively craned his neck back to avoid its touch, but a strange tingling sensation washed over him as he stared at it. Its warm glow washed over Graze's face and it flew from side to side, his eyes not retreating from its luminescent form for a moment.

It swooped in on him again and he ducked back. “Hey!” He growled with somewhat an amused laugh as it circled and came around again. This time, Graze brought his hand up and extended his index claw. The butterfly examined it for a moment before sweeping in a circle around his entire hand. The sensation tickled the Charr and in response to his amusement, it spiraled up his arm, then crossed his chest just at his shoulder level. Graze was amazed by this creature, though he could feel the radiant heat coming off of it, he knew he didn't dare touch it. Again it approached his face, his entire line of vision now illuminated with the fiery light and another powerful tingling flooded his body. He could feel himself becoming somewhat aroused by it, it confused him, but it all together didn't trouble him.

Graze reached his claw out to touch the butterfly, but it swept just beyond range of his grasp and he nearly stumbled forward into the water. He tried again, laughing as it evaded his touch once more. “Oh, come back here you.” He said in a playful growl as he tried again to capture it. It swooped and fluttered away toward the bank, and Graze followed, falling several times into the water before making it to the edge. The last fall filled his muzzle with the water and he sputtered as he climbed onto the bank. It flew over toward him again, and he felt a strange sensation as though it wanted to be caught. But it avoided another attempt to grasp at it. He raised an eyebrow as it circled his torso and flew off toward the trail; it was taunting him... goading him to follow it, and he didn't argue with the urge to do so as he stumbled and jogged across the grass, grabbing his loincloth and tying it back to his hips crookedly as he jogged after the little ember that flew just a few feet in front of him down the path. He didn't care that his clothing was askew and really good for nothing as he flopped and swung freely in the breeze while he chased the butterfly through the woods. Where was the insect leading him? Why was it on fire? Could this be some sort of an omen? What he'd been looking for, for so many moons?

“Desire” He heard the voice in his mind; light as a whisper, the feeling of tingling flooded his body. It had to have been the feeling the butterfly was radiating; his desire to touch it, he knew that it wanted to be caught. The idea raced through his mind as he dropped on all fours and picked up the pace after it.

The butterfly jerked up a foot or so in the air in surprise at this and increased its flight speed, staying just the same distance from the Charr as it had been. It flickered lightly and swung around the trunk of a tree, causing him to stop and stare at it. It spiraled up the trunk, then sped along an outreaching branch before zipping straight into his face, hovering within an inch of the Charr's muzzle for a few moments as the feelings radiated deeply into his chest, his body achieving a prominent erection as he nearly fell back from its influence. Then, just like that the butterfly took off again.

Graze shook his head in amazement as he watched it fly off, he gasped and chased after it again, he realized they were headed back toward his camp; but he didn't care, Graze wanted to be near the butterfly, his desires and impatience were getting the better of him as the butterfly suddenly shot sharply to the left down another trail and he skidded, then dug his claws into the ground as he tore off in the same direction. He knew that he wanted to catch it, he wanted to hold the fire in his hands, it was some sort of a sign, an omen to what he must do, he just knew it!

“Desire...” He heard it again, his ears felt like they were on fire. He was hearing the words, but not truly hearing them.

He climbed the path, continually swiping his claws at the butterfly. He didn't want to hurt it, but it was maddening to have it just outside of his reach. His jaw had fallen open, his eyes focused on the insect, he knew that at all costs; He. Must. Have. Focusing too much on the insect though, Graze looked down to see a small pile of rubble from the rocky road and couldn't avoid it. His hands dropped onto the sharp stones, making him bark out a painful cry that echoed through the hills surrounding him. His wrist twisted awkwardly and his legs took to the air. A terrible err on part of his judgement, he felt the rocky road crumble out from under him, and he lurched off the ledge of the road. His shoulder hit the side of the hill and he bounced hard before descending into a rapid, harsh roll that covered him in dirt and stone. Over and over he tumbled, head over heels, over head again. Feeling the hazing effects of gravity, Graze tried to arrest his fall with his hands, only to turn to the side and descend the hill like a massive furry log falling from the high cliff.

Graze groaned softly as he felt himself finally come to a rest on his back after the fall. He realized he must have been shifting between consciousness and unconsciousness because the skies above, which were illuminated brightly with the afternoon sun had rather abruptly begun getting darker and darker with the evening. Graze forced himself to remain awake by admiring his surroundings, hoping for the pain in his arms and claws to subside. He'd fallen near the mouth of a cave, he could see the stone overhang several feet over his head, though he hadn't fallen in. He noticed that his body was stopped by a rough impact with a large boulder, one leg was still dangling over it, his rear had smacked into it causing a web of cracks to appear in the stone, and he could taste a hint of blood in his mouth, which he spit out. He must have bitten his gums or his tongue in the drop. Otherwise he felt no serious injuries except a good smack to his head. Even then he didn't want... or rather was unable to, as he tried to raise his arms, a shooting pain crawled through his body. He couldn't move and he didn't want to...

Graze had lost consciousness again, he opened his eyes looking into the night sky. He gasped as a pair of yellow eyes peered down at him. Even in the dark, the Charr recognized an angry bear when he saw one; its teeth shined white, penetrating the night, its roar sent a chill down his spine as it reared up and came down on him, making Graze close his eyes to await the impact.

The impact didn't come, the Charr opened his eyes and saw that the bear's massive paws had crashed down on either side of his head. Looking up, he could see the fiery light of the butterfly that had come down to rescue him. But what could it do?

The butterfly flickered and swept itself back and forth in front of the bear's eyes, its glow reflecting off the black fur as it watched the insect move into its face and away again. It came in close, and Graze expected the bear to slap it away like any other insect, but it didn't. It simply stared at the butterfly, its eyes lost in amazement as they began to glow a fiery gold color of their own. Its jaw slacked open some as the butterfly moved in, then abruptly pulled away.

CRASH! The echoes filled the night sky as the bear suddenly collapsed off to the side. The butterfly floated over Graze's head, fluttering its wings as it lowered itself toward him. He could feel that warmth filling his chest again, it flooded his body and his mind again with that strange tingling sensation and he had the sudden urge to capture the butterfly again. He clapped his hands together and was surprised to see the forest go dark around him. He looked at his claws, which were now glowing from the insect trapped in his palms. It didn't feel hot, it didn't even feel warm, but the glow of its fiery wings remained.

Soon, the light began to fade from his grasp, and Graze watched his palms go dark. Realizing he'd held it for too long he released his hands and a powdery cloud of ash escaped his hands.

“NO!” He whimpered and jumped to his feet. His claws dug at the ground where the ashes had fallen, but it was almost too dark, even for him. “No, no, no!” He cried, holding his hands to his horns before dropping to his knees. “No, it can't be gone! I received a great omen of fire and I-I killed it! How could I be so stupid? Where was my head?!” As he looked down, his eyes wandered to the bear at his feet. It was snoring; whatever that butterfly had done to save his life, it managed to put a bear to sleep with its mesmerizing light. He hissed out the corners of his mouth at the bear, scowling at it now as the anger began to rise in his chest. “You...” He said, clenching his fists angrily. “If it hadn't been for you, that butterfly would not have died like this!” He raised his arms up over his head and he closed his eyes, somehow, deep in his mind he managed to find a calm point which whispered “Forgive me...” As he readied to pulverize the bear, and rend it to pieces.

Opening his eyes, Graze began to swing his fists down, and was caught off guard by a soft glow in the distance. He gasped, and stopped his attack as he turned toward the firelight he could see. As he stared at it, the fire seemed to dance from side to side, from two distant points unlike a torch or a brazier. Could it be? He stood, instantly forgetting the pain his body expressed as he wandered toward the fire. As he stepped toward it, he could see the ember drift away slightly, he slowly tried to approach it, but it seemed to get further away. A wider step seemed to bridge the gap somewhat, and he took another step. But it moved away as he reached for it. Graze seemed to forget about catching it previously, its haloed light shined in his eyes and filled him with warmth, he knew that he wanted it.

“Desire... delicious...” It spoke again and Graze put a hand on his temple in response to the sound. “Delicious”? What on earth could that mean? He swiped at the butterfly again and again it eluded his grasp and took off over his head. “Delicious...” its words were clear in his mind, but he had no clue what it referred to? Did it want him to eat it? He chased after it again, clearly avoiding the previous accident by running on two legs instead of chasing it on four. His wrist felt a twinge anyway, no doubt it had been sprained or broken in his fall, but he could care less as he followed it again up that treacherous trail. His stomach began to rumble as he ran, whatever “delicious” the butterfly spoke to him of, it definitely made him hungry all of a sudden.

As he made his way to the top of the trail, he looked around and realized somehow he'd lost sight of the butterfly. He turned around and gazed almost desperately into the darkness. He suddenly felt very cold, very lost without the fiery light. He then felt sick, light headed, his throat was dry, he needed a drink. He gasped and saw a clear stream of water that eventually fed down toward his river. He dropped to his knees and cupped both of his hands into the water before pulling it to his mouth and drinking heavily. One fill, two fills, three fills it just wasn't enough, he was so thirsty all of a sudden. Finally, overwhelmed with the need, he dunked his head into the water and drank generously. He finally quenched his thirst and pulled his head from the water. As he looked down, he noticed an odd glow in his eyes; it was a fiery glow that shined down onto the water and made him cock his head in curiousity.

“Graze...” A voice made the Charr turn his head back over his shoulder. His eyes fell on the bright flame of the butterfly he had been following.

“Nngh... ahh...” He tried to speak, but Graze was incapable of such an action. He stood up and started toward the butterfly, which again emitted the thoughts “Delicious” and “Desire” into his mind. Graze stared longingly into the flaming butterfly that floated before him, it seemed to come in even closer, making his knees feel weak. It swooped in again and with that, Graze fell to them, a prominent erection slapping his stomach before returning to a more lateral position. “Desire. Delicious.” The words were coming in more vivid than before, in fact he could hear an extra 'd' on Desire. “Desired.” it emulated across his mind, making his eyes open wider. Desired? What is desired?

The butterfly came in closer to the Charr, its flames sparking and falling away. The fiery orange glow was being replaced with a smoother illumination of purple, but Graze didn't see that. He could still see the flaming butterfly in front of him. The purple light washed over his body, making him groan, and gasp audibly as his erection twitched, producing a fine bead of white that drooled from the tip and dribbled into the ground below him. “Desire... desired... delicious... you... are...” The words were coming to him more and more, but their clarity remained clouded from Graze, whose eyes began to glow purple in response to them. His jaw slacked open again, somehow understanding as he wrapped his claw around his thick shaft and began to stroke himself slowly. He could feel his precum drooling from the tip and enjoyed the sensation. His hand rolled down his long shaft, then back up to the tip which sent him a shiver of excitement as he did so. He slowly stroked himself, staring into the warm glow of the butterfly and feeling himself begin to eject heavy amounts of seed onto the ground. The precum slickened his shaft and made his work a little bit easier. The Charr's eyes didn't blink. His only move was to occasionally reach for the butterfly with his free hand only to have it shift away, then move back toward him seconds later.

Again that wave of pleasure washed over the Charr. He could hear the words again “Desired... Delicious” the sounds were echoing in his mind, he wanted to close his eyes, but the light kept them from obeying his commands.

“Desired... delicious...” He repeated the phrase automatically as his claw made a corkscrew pattern along his length of flesh. “Desired... delicious...” He whispered again, a twinge in his chest told him that he was doing right, that he was wanted to do this... that he was wanted. “NNGH!” He belted out a fierce grunt as he released a volley of white onto the grass beneath him. The realization that he was wanted, that he was needed had sent him over the edge. “I am... desired...” He whispered in realization, still staring blankly into the purple light coming from the butterfly. He could still see the firelight coming off the insect as it moved in closer to his muzzle, on instinct, Graze leaned back slightly, feeling its heat wash over his face. He exhaled a puff of air that rolled from his mouth like a foggy mist as he stared into the butterfly's light. “Desire... delicious...” He whispered, still completely lost to where he was, or what he was doing. His stomach rumbled in hunger, but he barely felt it, he only knew instinct now. “Delicious...” He repeated, his spent erection regaining its strength, becoming fully prominent in a matter of seconds. He returned his claw to it and began to stroke it gently as his eyes scanned the area for something he could use to satisfy his hunger. He didn't observe others watching him in the dark, he only recognized the butterfly. He rose to his feet and walked over to a thick-trunked tree that was only a few feet away and seated himself before it. Placing his muscular hindlegs against the trunk he laid back and used his feet to scale his belly up over him. His large torso flexed downward, and along with it the tip of his cock which dangled just out of reach of his lips. He tugged his loincloth and let it fall away before reaching up and grasping it. He craned his neck up and folded himself over in order to wrap his lips around the tip.

The sensation was enthralling to the Charr; his tongue felt like it was on fire his eyes scanned his pose feverishly as he stretched his neck up and let his legs fall over him partly. It was almost impossible for him to breathe in this pose, but the taste of his musk, the smell of his cum was overpowering, and made him want to devour himself even more. The glow of the butterfly from the corner of his eyes always bade him to consume more, his stomach ached to be filled as his lips wrapped around the flesh, his tongue rough to the touch crawled up his length, he wanted to taste himself, he must be delicious too... his throat let off a soft growling noise as he tasted the seed forming at the tip, but he couldn't make himself—

“Desire...” The voice echoed through Graze's mind again, it increased his need substantially, he wanted to drink from himself so badly now that he was whimpering. While his right claw maintained a firm grip on the base of his shaft, Graze felt his left claw wandering upward between his legs as it began to press into the hole of his anus. He winced a bit, the taut muscle having had no practice at this, he pressed his claw tip against it and felt the muscle push out softly as a reaction. He felt the tingling feeling flood his body again and he continued to experiment, slowly circling the ring with his tip before occasionally pressing it inward. The feeling was uncomfortable, but he only felt pleasure with each entry. “Delicious...” he felt the words fill him now as the light from the butterfly flooded his eyes. He now wanted this much more than before, he could feel small spits of his seed shoot against his tongue which made his stomach rumble again with hunger. Bracing himself against the base of the tree, Graze began to play with his hole with both of his claws, experimentally pressing two, even three of their tips into himself. He could feel the pressure building with the teasing, so he dared to press his digits in with his claws, taking care not to scratch his ass out from the inside. The added pressure made him close his eyes and he suddenly felt his body jerk.

“GRRR!” He gurgled a bit at a sudden ejaculation shooting into his throat. He inhaled sharply, passionately as his claws gripped his cheeks, his two digits remaining buried, feeling the muscles tighten then relax reflexively with his orgasm. Warm trails of seed drooled down the sides of his mouth as he exhaled sharply against his stomach, emptying his orbs of every drop of seed and swallowing it to sate his unending, unexpected hunger.

Several minutes passed, Graze felt his shaft fall flaccid in his mouth, the flesh dropping limply from his lips, though its drool remained to coat them generously. The glow of the butterfly still flooded his vision, but he could sense someone approach him. A user of very powerful magicks… like the dreaded shamans of the past. He was a fellow warrior in his warband, Char'rad. He chuckled and crouched beside Graze, a smile stretching across his muzzle, his ambient golden eyes looking down at the spent Charr, his ebony fur covering a body of muscle as he stared deeply into Graze's eyes.

“Desire... Delicious...”The words came in his voice now, but his lips did not move. They flooded his mind and filled Graze with that same tingling sensation. “You will go by these words, Graze Flameshot.” He spoke softly, his hand stroking lightly along Graze's upturned chest. “You are needed for your band. You are desired. Never forget this.”

“D-Desire... delicious...” Graze managed to whisper, still under the complete power of the other Charr who smiled even wider. He leaned in and with a single lick, cleared the substance drying to Graze's lips.

“Yes. You are.” He said before standing up and walking away. Graze stared at the other Charr blankly as Char'rad walked away. His mind didn't even register him there, his eyes glossed over in the glow of the butterfly's embers, continually repeating those same words; “Desire, delicious.” Finally a smile caresses his fanged muzzle as he spoke a simple statement to himself “I am desired.” And with that, his consciousness faded from him.

Two days had passed since the incident. Graze returning to his duties in full, and Char'rad noticed that the young warrior did not stray from them as before. Their battles were fierce and Graze's battle cry seemed to become one of the loudest within the warband. One night, Char'rad decided to test the warrior's memory by approaching him after most of their band had retreated to bed, leaving the pair of them near the bonfire.

“Graze.” He said as he seated himself next to the smaller Charr; though relatively, they were equally enormous. “What happened? You've changed so much over the last couple of days.”
Graze shrugged a bit, poking a stick into the fire to tend it some. “I had... I think a dream the other night.” He admitted. “A voice came to me through the fire, and told me that I am desired by my band. That I am needed. I suppose that told me all I needed to know.”

“Really?” Char'rad asked softly. “It must have been difficult for you to accept.”
Graze shook his head. “Not... not really.” He said. “I guess that was all I really needed to know. I'd begun to grow restless of our battles, but moreso I felt unneeded in this effort.”

“An effort to preserve what is rightfully ours? Graze you should know better than that.”

“I know.” Graze shook his head. “I just could not help feeling that. But I am better now, thanks to that vision.”

“Are you sure?” Char'rad asked. “No more wandering thoughts of leaving us?”

“No. None.” Graze answered surely and smiled at Char'rad. “I know now I am desired. I am needed...”

“And you are delicious.” Char'rad spoke before he could really stop himself.
“What was that?”
The older Charr smirked a bit. His power was working, information on the events of that night would go unheard by Graze. Only he would truly know what happened that night. He stood up and walked over to the warrior, placing a massive claw on his shoulder, his eyes glowed a deep amethyst color as he spoke without moving his lips. “I said, you are delicious.” Graze's shoulders jerked a bit and he looked up into Char'ran's eyes, his glazed expression filled with the reflection of the purple glow, again he could only see the fire of the butterfly as he looked at the other Charr.

“And... I am... Desired.”
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