Adult Humor

Zen held perfectly still near the wall of the corridor as the pair of basitin guards approached him. They were chatting quietly with each other, but still on alert, dutifully scanning their surroundings as they made their patrols. Zen controlled his breathing, and willed his heartbeat to calm. As long as he was wearing the cloak, Natani's magic shielded him from sight and scent -- but not sound, and basitins had very good hearing.

But he was a trained assassin.

And unlike his brother, he was actually pretty good at it. The guards passed him by, still carrying on their conversation, and Zen wondered what they were talking about. His Basitin was much too fragmentary to piece anything together without context, but something about their body language made him think that maybe they weren't being entirely proper. Like the way their tails were almost touching as they walked... saying that they had each other's backs, for sure, and maybe just a little bit more.

Or maybe spending time on the island had left Zen completely unable to see anything as being innocent.

Still, he didn't think he was wrong.

Distracted by each other or not, he waited until the basitins were a full thirty feet past him before he started moving again. It didn't pay to underestimate those ears.

Apart from the guards, the castle was completely silent. It was that time of night where all the good basitins were asleep, and all the bad basitins were keeping out of sight. And still, even though he was taking the most efficient route, there were two more times where he had no better option than to hold very still and wait for guards to pass. He couldn't help but admire how the patrols were arranged. Their only weakness was that they were so well on schedule that they were completely predictable, but that was hard to fault when he could not have gotten past without the cloak.

When he arrived at the entryway of the ante-chamber to the King's quarters, he stopped for a moment, listening intently. There were no patrols through here, but the General's quarters were nearby, and while they shouldn't have been moving about either, Zen was more concerned about what was actually possible than how things were merely supposed to be. But all was quiet, with no sign of either any of the Generals or their Messengers.

He crossed the ante-chamber to the door, then tried it, very carefully. It was locked. There was no sign of light beyond.

He had a copy of the key, but... where was the fun in that? He fished out his lockpicks and got to work, making quick work of the mechanism. With the door unlocked, he paused again, listening. Complete silence. He retreated from the door, checking the corridor once more. Nothing. Satisfied, he returned to the door and pulled it ajar, keeping an ear out in case the hinges had been meddled with. But the door opened silently, and two heartbeats later he was inside. There was enough light from the corridor to confirm that his route through the room was clear. He pulled the door closed behind himself, plunging the room into nearly complete darkness. But he didn't need his vision to lock the door again, or to cross the room to his destination.

The King's bedchamber.

Zen opened the door and stepped inside, silently. This room was lit by the light of the moon, diffuse through the curtains but still easily enough for him to see by. King Adelaide was laying on her back in the bed, her fur almost glowing silver in the moonlight, contrasting with the darker sheets. She was almost completely bare, naked even of her ankle wrappings. Her only covering was the corner of a blanket, draped tantalizingly over her groin, drawing his eye, almost letting him glimpse what lay beneath.

She was gorgeous.

Zen pulled back the hood of his cloak, forgoing his invisibility, and approached the bed, his heart now beating faster in a way it hadn't when guards nearly brushed by him in the corridors. He kept his voice low. "Your majesty, a wolf assassin has infiltrated your bedroom."

Adelaide opened her eyes, turning her head to look at him, instantly amused. "Oh no, what am I to do?"

Zen grinned. "You could capture him. Find out what he knows."

"Hmm... that seems prudent indeed."

She flowed like water, her size as always belying her speed. Zen had just unclasped his cloak when she practically pulled him out from under it, tumbling him on the bed, on his back where she had been moments earlier, and her straddling him, towering over him, her weight on his hips bearing him down against the firm mattress, warm with her bodyheat.

He was instantly hard.

"So..." she leaned over him, grasping his wrists and pulling them over his head. "Are you here to kill me?"

"Only a little. In the best of ways."

He'd hoped for a laugh, but only got a smile. "Well, we shall see..." she found a strip of cloth somewhere, and tied his wrists together, and by the feel of it to the bed as well. He could have probably gotten out of it without much trouble... but wouldn't have even dreamt of trying, as she lifted her hips off him, one of her hands making its way down to feel him up through his pants, fingers teasing at his shaft, straining against the cloth, then pushing down his length to rub at his knot, quickly swelling under her touch. "This is quite the weapon you have. I suppose I should take it."

She undid his belt and tugged his pants off his hips, freeing his erection, then straddled him again, her lower abdomen pressing against his shaft as she leaned forward, the touch of her fur on him tantalizing, the wet heat of her sex against his knot something far beyond that. She leaned farther, and rose, her lips trailing their way up his shaft until his tip nestled against her opening.

She looked at him. "Let's see you give it to me."

Zen raised his hips, striving to push against that pressure, and she let him in, the first two inches of him sinking up into her tight heat before she squeezed down on his tip, almost forcing him out, making him falter. Zen had his hands tied above his head, his legs hampered by the pants around his thighs, part of her weight on him, and no leverage, but still he tried to push back. There was a teetering moment, and she relented, relaxing her muscles to let him sink deeper, Zen almost whining with the relief. He started thrusting with the reach he had, from almost slipping out to getting almost half his shaft in. He yearned for me, but his hips would not rise higher. After a few increasingly desperate moments, Adelaide squeezed on him again, pushing him down, her hips following, forcing Zen's ass to touch the mattress, holding him there for a beat by his dick. Then she eased up again, and he shot up into her, groaning as he got most of himself in, no more than a finger's width between his knot and her beckoning heat. He thrust a few times, relishing the slick tightness of her, then pushed with everything he had, back threatening to spasm, even bracing with his tail against the bed, anything to let himself reach... and touched his knot to her wet lips.

She smiled down at him. "Oh, well done... but can you do better?"

And she pushed down with her hips again, holding herself closed against his knot, pushing his hips down into the mattress, even grinding against him for a few glorious moments before she raised her hips just a bit, giving him some room to work with.

Zen could feel his leg twitching, and had to fight to get his breathing under control.

And still she towered over him, smiling down at him, seemingly unaffected. "Oh? Are you giving up?"

He began thrusting again, now easily reaching, slamming his knot against her with every push from his hips, striving to push it in, grinding up against her in turn. He wanted to at least achieve something, but he was too far gone, the sensations too wnoderful, and he could not give her the pleasure he wanted to before he succumbed to his own. The orgasm came almost out of nowhere, breaking his rhythm. Adelaide recognized it, and pushed down on him, relaxing her muscles to now deliberately take all of him, then squeezed down on his engorging knot, making Zen's hips twitch uselessly under her weight.

And then she raised her hips again, pulling him along by the knot.

"You look cute with your tongue lolling out like that."

Zen looked at her, his vision still swimming. "Gods."

She smiled. "Just me."

He sighed, content. "Yeah. They don't have anything on you."

Adelaide raised an eyebrow. "Flattering the opponent to make yourself look better?"

"Not at all. There's no making me look good there. Though... have you been working out? Did you break another toy, maybe?"

"Oh? You seem fine to me."

Zen laughed, and she grinned. She got off him, Zen groaning at the sensation as she pulled off his still considerable knot, her wonderful heat replaced by the cooler air. She got off the bed to stand next to it, then leaned over his groin, supporting herself on her arms to lean lower. Zen shivered as she looked at him sideways, and he felt her breath on his tender member.

She kissed his knot, and he quickly ceased to regret the loss of their tie as her tongue danced around his shaft, cleaning him off. And then she took him into her mouth, her tongue guiding him past her teeth, deeper, deeper, until she had him whole, her lips pressing against the fur around his base as her tongue circled him, tip to knot.

Zen shivered. "Gods."

She looked at him, amused, then pulled off slowly. She kissed his fading knot again. "Not broken at all."

He exhaled. "No. Just blunted."

"Well, Assassin..." She sat down on the bed by his side, then released his arms while looking at him, smiling. "If your tongue is making promises your equipment can't keep, then your tongue is going to have to make good on them."

Zen returned the smile, rubbing his freed wrists. "Gladly." He kicked off his pants, then got out of bed, brushing past her. He was a little shaky on his feet. "If you would sit back..."

She did, backing into the bed until the backs of her knees met the edge. Zen knelt down between her legs, his hands going to her thighs, pushing them farther apart as he leaned in toward his prize.

Err, penalty.

He took a moment to simply appreciate what he was about to do -- to appreciate her -- taking in the rich scents of her arousal, and the way her body rose and fell with her steady breathing. Her taste, mingled with his own, as he placed his first long lick across her lips, ending with the briefest flick at her clit. How that flick was reflected in the powerful muscles of her thighs tensing against his hands, and in her expression as she watched him, leaning back against her arms.

Zen dove in, putting his wolven tongue to work, first with some reserve, then gradually delving deeper and deeper into her, hoping to surprise her anew with just how far he could reach, but still keeping just a bit back, looking up at her, weighing her patience by her breathing, and how she was almost tugging on his tongue...

She reached out with one of her hands to grasp the back of his head and pull him closer, and Zen gave her all that he had, pushing his tongue in against her clenching walls, then curling it up as hard as he could against the roof of her, making her breathing catch and go hoarser, and her legs tense again. Zen kept it up, and her hips jerked, a first involuntary movement and taste of things to come. She dropped down on her back, the bed shifting with her weight.

Zen thought her other hand might have joined her first at his head, then, but no; instead, the first withdrew as well. So she wanted his pace, then... he kept it up, occasionally exploring elsewhere to keep things fresh, but always returning to slowly grinding against her sweet spot, baiting another twitch of her hips or thighs, relishing in her reactions and the way her breathing was growing more erratic.

When he got her close enough that he was beginning to risk it, he shifted, bringing his hands up to the tops of her thighs, then bracing his elbows inside her knees. He gave her one more little push inside, then finally got to work on her clit, fully stiff from all the teasing. He started lightly, even that making her tremble more strongly under him, then curled his tongue around it, then pushed against it, his tongue digging into the base...

She began to come, bucking against him explosively, and he leaned all of his weight forward to try and keep her hips down, even as his elbows and shoulders strained with the force of her legs trying to close. He managed both, and his tongue never stopped, pushing at her button through her throes, growing more and more explosive as her control eroded and all that was left was acting out the pleasure he was giving her.

She never called 'Enough', but it began to fade in time, and Zen switched to gentler tactics, suckling on her clit, then licking lower, cleaning up the mess she had made. He dared release her knees, wincing at a new ache in his shoulders, and her legs closed around him, but not with any force, just coming to his sides. Zen shifted closer and leaned forward, his hands trailing up her sides as he plopped his chin down on her stomach.

He was most definitely hard again, but he most definitely also welcomed a break after that. She was a hell of a partner, and he wasn't as young as he used to be.

Though, reflecting on it, any younger and he might not have had the experience to survive. And she would be younger, too... though it was hard to imagine she had faded much from her prime.

Adelaide let out a long, rumbling exhalation. "I needed that."

"Generals making trouble again?"

An amused hmph. "One or two in particular."

Zen smiled. Well then. "Ready for round two?"

He felt one of her legs shift as she snuck her foot into his lap, her toes nudging against his sack, and her ankle coming up against his semi-hard erection.

It didn't stay semi-hard for very long.

"Not so blunt anymore."

Zen kissed her low on her stomach. "You're an inspiration." Lower still, and once more, his lips gently coming into contact with her clit, his tongue darting out to say hello, sending a tremble through her body.

Adelaide got back up on her elbows to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Getting a 'head start'?"

Zen snerked, then gave her one last kiss. "Yes. I need every advantage."

She looked at him, considering. "Not every."

Oh? There was a thread to pull... but he had his game plan. No need to pull it yet. "Would you present?"

"Hmm... interesting." She sat up, her legs parting from around him, then turned around, going on her hands and knees to the middle of the bed. Zen stood up, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, smiling mischievously. "This is highly inappropriate. You're my general's husband."

Zen scratched at the back of his head. "How about I'm your daughter's father instead? That... almost makes sense."

She laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that always made him grin. "Where have you been all my life?"

Zen got on the bed, on his knees behind her. "Living and learning."

He grasped her tail by the base, once again amazed at how he could barely close his fingers around it. She had spread her knees when she assumed the position, but her rump was still a little high for him, and so he guided her lower, until he could line himself up properly. She went down from her hands to her elbows as well, keeping her ass higher than her head. Good, good... Zen managed to lodge his tip into her with no hands, and thrust, getting halfway in, then adjusted his stance again to better get deeper. She clenched around him, not nearly as hard as she could, more like in welcome. He thrust through the slick resistance, all the way to where his knot once again met her lips, and there she stopped him, squeezing tight along his length.

Zen let out a happy sigh. "You're amazing."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere."

He laughed, taking his hand from her tail to grasp her hips, digging his freshly blunted claws into her hide, trying to gauge the correct pressure.

"Mmm... that's quite nice. Is that your game, then?"

Zen smiled. "Maybe."

He started thrusting, using the latter half of his length, pulling on her hips as he did. They quickly got into a good rhythm, Adelaide pushing her hips back in time with his thrusts, coming to meet him, lending more weight to the impacts of his knot against her. She could have easily made it harder for him, but... that was never her way. Strength was met, not avoided, and so she let him that far, only clenching hard on him as he tried to grind his knot into her. And then clenching again on the backstroke, almost as if to make sure he didn't pull out.

It was a good thing that he'd already come once. Still, he focused on endurance as he slammed into her, time after time, willing her flames to be stoked higher than his. If he tried as hard as he could, he could push his knot just a little inside, nowhere near enough to enter, but enough to begin pushing up at her clit from within. Enough that she couldn't just shrug it off, bracing harder against the bed, her head slowly lowering to her arms as her breathing grew more labored.

Zen tried not to think of his own breathing. Just keep the rhythm steady, that worked well for her... he felt her tail wrap around his torso, a good sign, but also a blow to his holding on.

It was a damnable inconvenience sometimes that it was her arousal that he found the most arousing thing of all.

He couldn't keep this up for much longer. Time to go for it.

Zen took his right hand from her hip, pushing it forward along her back, following her spine, leaning forward to reach all the way to her shoulder. Her neck. He dug his blunted claws into her hide, looking for the place his teeth would seek out if he were a foot or two taller.

"Ah...!"

There! One last moment of hesitation. Zen suspected that this was something that was built deep into basitins, but... how would she take it?

Just then, he felt her clench on him, but not like normal. It felt involuntary, like the beginnings of those quakes he so loved to endure.

Zen grabbed a hold, twisting lightly, and she let out a sound between a growl and a purr as she clenched around him, as hard as she could... but then faltered, for just a moment, losing control before regaining it. Zen kept his hold and leaned his weight onto her, doing his best to keep thrusting at the same time, and slowly her elbows splayed from under her, and he bore her upper body down to the mattress, pinning her there. She grew even more erratic, her tail squeezing tight around his torso as she squeezed tight around his shaft, and Zen kept hammering into her, leaning into that chink in her control, his knot almost finding purchase now, sinking that much deeper on a few of his thrusts, so tantalizingly close--

And then it was in, as his wax met her wane just so, and she squeezed around him, harder than she ever had before, locking him in, pulling his hips against hers so tight that he faltered, falling forward on top of her. Her knees collapsed under his weight and her orgasm, and they were both down, Zen pushing his muzzle against her back, his eyes rolling back with the strength of his release as she milked her knot like nobody ever had.

"Well. No one's ever done that to me before."

Zen was still laying on top of her, his tenderized knot still lodged firmly inside her. He wasn't entirely sure this wasn't the afterlife. He wasn't sure how to reply, either, but felt like silence was probably appropriate. She hadn't sounded upset. Not in the least. So he just placed a kiss on her back.

"That was your win. Do you... want anything?"

Zen let out a long sigh. "How about we just stay like this for a while longer, before thinking about any of that?"

"Very well." She sounded amused, and gave a gentle squeeze on him that drew a long, happy groan from Zen. "Are you trying to give Madelyn siblings?"

He laughed. "I don't think that's going to happen. There must be something wrong with me."

"Oh?"

"I've been trying to knock Keith up for years, and it's just not happening."

There was that laugh again. It felt good against his body. "And you're sure that it's you, and not Keith?"

"Oh, for sure. He's got those child-bearing hips and everything."

More laughter. "Does he know you talk about him like that?"

Zen smiled. "Yeah. He kinda loves it."

"Such a..." she let that thought trail off, whatever it had been. "Where did you get the idea to try that?"

His turn to laugh. "Let's just say that it was based on... my observations about basitin mating habits. It's normally done with teeth, but you, my lady, are impossibly tall."

And he'd tested that variation out on Keith, to good effect.

"So I am. It's... a curious thought, that I should have missed out on something like that. It's... not how I expected you to get me."

Meaning there was some other way she had been expecting him to find.

...

Zen very deliberately gave a throb inside her. "I'm going to need a half an hour or so, but... best of three?"