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Holiday in Sugar Cane VII

Aria

IronScales

Kyle had been unconscious for the better part of an hour when the small white wolf girl and her attendant led two of Kyle's clan members, each carrying an end of a makeshift cot between them that held the young red wolf. He had not stirred since he fell at the hands of his father during their duel; even when there was a slight commotion as to where he should be put so that he could recover. Harvey had suggested that he be placed in the elder's tent so that he could wake to his promotion while the young white wolf quietly approached the elders and asked permission to take care of his wounds and allow him to rest in her tent so that she could watch him. Of course Hanna objected to this idea vehemently and was about ready to explode when the elders sided with the northerner. If it hadn't been for Dean standing behind her with both of his massive paws on her shoulders, telling her to be still lest she mess up everything; she would have strangled the little wolf in a heartbeat.

Kyle was gently placed in the little wolf's tent on a spare futon resting on the bare earth before the two clan members filed out leaving Kyle to be treated by the newcomer.

"What did you think of the duel Aria?" asked the tall white wolf that accompanied her to the event. He wore a long white coat with a red jewel set in some delicate looking wirework on his left arm. He was eighteen, only a few months younger than Kyle.

"Those two were insane!" admitted the lithe young wolf moving to stand next to the strong body of her betrothed looking down in awe. "I have never seen anything like them. Do you think you could beat Kyle if you had to Serenade?"

A slight smile crossed the older wolf's lips and he stepped forward to join Aria next to Kyle looking down as well. He placed a heavy paw on her shoulder "little sister, this wolf would kill me in a heartbeat. I may be a soldier but this group is something else entirely. I wouldn't mind taking a lesson or two from my future brother-in-law." He said honestly, ruffling Aria's head fur.

"He took a major beating; I can tell just by the way he's breathing he has some cracked ribs." Said Aria with a look of concern on her face. In truth this was the first time outside the duel she had ever seen him in person. He was amazing and she caught herself staring at his muscular frame and handsome features. Shaking the thoughts from her head she turned to her brother. "I need to get him patched up Serenade; could you give us some privacy?"

"Sure thing sis, take good care of him so you can impress everyone here okay? You're lucky to have a man like him for a future husband but he is even luckier to have you." With that Serenade took his leave to explore and mingle with Kyle's clan.

"This is ridiculous! How could they do this?! Who knows what she's going to do to him when they're alone!?" Hanna paced up and down in her makeshift prison constantly yelling out obscenities and threats at the newcomer.

Dean sat inside Kyle and Hanna's trailer massaging his temples and occasionally rubbing his eyes. Hanna had been going on like this since he dragged her back and sat in front of the door so she couldn't bolt for blood. (She tried a few times too)

"That stupid little girl! What right does she have to do this?!"

"Hanna..."

"I should tear her throat out right now!"

"Hanna."

"Kyle is MY mate and I'll be dead before I let her get anything..."

"HANNA!"

The force of Dean's bark shook Hanna from her trance and caused the trailer itself to vibrate. "I know that you're upset pup but listen to me very carefully."

Hanna stopped her pacing and stared at her uncle, his dark grey eyes piercing every fiber of her being.

"Kyle loves you; make no mistake about that. You are worried that she will somehow manage to take him from you and you know how foolish that fear is." A soldier though he was Dean had an uncanny ability to gage feelings and troubles from people and struck many as one of the smartest furs around.

Hanna slumped to her knees feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Dean was right. Kyle was stubborn as all get out and regardless of what the clan said, he loved her and would not hurt her for anything. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sunk to her knees in front of her soon to be father-in-law, falling forward on his massive chest.

He placed his huge tree like arms around her and pulled her close to him, rocking her slightly like you would a cub that just woke up from a nightmare. "She can't have him," He soothed in her drooping ears. "I won't let her and neither will Kyle. We will figure this out."

Aria had carefully removed all of Kyle's armor and hung it up flawlessly on an armor stand in the corner of her tent and draped a blanket over Kyle's lower body so that she could examine him properly. She wore the same kind of coat that her brother wore with the same metal lace on the left shoulder, save for a yellow stone set in its center. She was assigned at a young age to be a doctor and healer using both new and old medicines and methods to treat wounds quite efficiently. This method of choosing ones profession was the practice of her clan in the north and each profession had a corresponding colored stone. She stood at about four and a half feet tall and was very slight for her age. She would be a very slender woman when she grew up but that certainly didn't take anything away from her natural beauty. Her snow white fur, smooth as silk since the day she was born only enhanced her bright green eyes and luminous smile.

She kneeled down next to her betrothed and looked him over. While undressing him she used all of her willpower not to peek at anything and maintaining some sense of formality covered him before beginning the examination. She performed all of her basic procedures flawlessly as she had been taught. As she had suspected he had two cracked ribs on his left side and his entire body was bloodied and bruised but luckily there was nothing that she could see that would keep a wolf like Kyle bed ridden. He would heal fine and in no time at all.

She went to a small basin and brought back a damp cloth to clean the blood and dirt off of his scrapes and cuts. Her small but practiced hands never faltered once as she gently cleaned his chest and face. She couldn't help but notice that underneath that beautiful red fur there were hundreds of scars, none like the ones his father bore but far more than she could have counted. She was intrigued and put her cloth to the side.

Using the tips of her fingers she ran her paws slowly down his firm chest and through his mane. The firm muscles twitched slightly when her pinky accidentally brushed one of his nipples causing her to jump and pull back slightly.

"Gods he's hot." She muttered to herself noticing the quickening pace of her heart and a warm sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she pressed forward again. Tracing the line of that odd birthmark in his fur and traveling down his firm belly causing him to jump again. This time she was ready for it and merely giggled, letting a bit of her girlish mischief show for the first time.

"He is going to be my husband," she said aloud as if trying to convince herself that what she was doing to this young wolf was okay, still tracing the muscles in his upper body timidly. She leaned forward and laid her small head on his chest.

"HISHHHH!" Kyle inhaled sharply at the pressure on his damaged rib cage and his breathing became more erratic.

Aria jumped up once more and bit her bottom lip, her face a mixture of sorrow for hurting him along with fear that she had done more damage. "What is wrong with me!?" She pleaded to herself as she watched Kyle settle back down. He had begun to sweat and she brought another damp cloth to clean that up too.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered "don't worry I'm going to take care of you for the rest of your life like a good wife should." She cooed and stroked his head fur gently as she absentmindedly lowered herself to him again; this time laying her head on the other side of his chest causing no discomfort that she could tell. She lay there for a long time and the sun began to set. She knew he probably wouldn't wake till the morning, even though she desperately wanted to speak to him. She had been told of her handsome prince charming since she was born and here he was unable to hold her, to kiss her, to do all of the things she had been dreaming about for what seemed like eons to her.

Serenade had dropped by to make sure all was well and looked quite pleased that his little sister had taken such good care of him and left just as quickly, leaving food and drink for the two of them behind just in case saying only that when he was well enough to move he was to report to the elders for his formal promotion.

Aria gave Kyle some water to hold him over and standing up, dimmed the lanterns in her tent. She gathered up a big blanket and threw it over Kyle while at the same time removing the thin blanket that had covered him earlier. Kyle never stirred once, still laying peacefully on the futon. She only had one more thing she wanted tonight and she hoped to all the gods that when he awoke he would show her all the love she had been dreaming of since cub hood.

She quietly slid her coat off and hung it on the back of a small chair leaving her in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. Taking a moment to steel herself she undid the snap on the front of her pants and slowly slid them down her tiny legs and stepped out of them. She wore a tight pair of pink cotton hipster style panties and having removed her pants she could easily feel how wet she had become just at the thought of Kyle's naked body pressed against her. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it in a heap in a corner, her desires now getting the best of her and her small panties quickly followed suit.

Aria stood over Kyle like a ghost. When people talk about her clan being completely white they were completely accurate. Her tiny pink nipples stood out proudly from her flat chest, sensitive to even her heart rate that was still quickening. Her virgin sex was dripping down her leg, deliciously pink lips swollen with desire for the wolf that lie naked before her. She stepped forward, her little butt swinging slightly because of the happy flailing of her tail.

Swallowing hard she lifted the covers on Kyle's good side and slid into the nook of his strong arm, laying her little head on his shoulder and wrapping her thin legs around him as best they could, pulling her petite little body against him; gently brushing her clit against his hip. She shuddered and smiled, "Naughty boy, you touched me" she giggled "only fair if I get a little touch too."

She reached down and lightly massaged his balls and sheath in one of her tiny hands, and both furs murred pleasantly. She was shocked at how massive he was, and in truth a little frightened. "I hope you can be gentle with me on our wedding night my love." She whimpered sincerely. After a few moments of fondling Aria felt the throes of sleep wash over her so she reached up and kissed Kyle on the lips which coerced a slight moan from him before she lay back down on his strong shoulder, buried her head in his neck fur, and then smiling she whispered "Good night Captain" and then all was still.