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The Seduction of Seleste

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I'll Never Forget

Chapter 32

"You want me . . . to what?" Keme cried incredulously. He had to make an effort not to yell. God, did Seleste know how close he was to bellowing at her?

Seleste just stood there looking nervous and miserable.

Keme, Seleste, and Talisa were in Talisa's room in the palace - which was the same room, in fact, that Seleste and Talisa had shared before Seleste married Ahote. Keme and Talisa sat on the end of the bed together. They had been talking when Seleste entered with her news.

Seleste twisted her fingers and bit her lip as Keme's green eyes burned a hole through her.

"Well, wait, let's hear her out, Super Boy," Talisa said and put a soothing paw on Keme's tense shoulder.

Keme wanted to shake her off but resisted the urge. Were they both insane? Why were they even _considering _this? He had half a mind to go on a murderous rampage and to hell with it!

"I know what you're thinking," Talisa cautioned him, "and I'd almost agree with you after what I've gone through here. But the plains wolves are cloaked in magic. We'd never be able to leave without Ahote alive to open the way."

"She's right," agreed Seleste, nodding. She stepped forward and took Keme's paw. "Please, Keme. I couldn't bear it if you hurt each other, and Ahote is just asking for this one thing --!"

Keme snatched his paw free and shot up from the bed. This one thing! As if it were nothing! He could feel them watching anxiously as he moved, blind with anger, toward the wicker closet in the corner. He just stood there a moment, fuming, his back to the room. But why hadn't he seen something like this coming? Of course that scheming bastard was going to give them such an ultimatum. The way he had looked at Keme, touched him, kissed him. . . . Keme held down a shiver just thinking about it. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the closet doors. His mane tumbled forward around his face and he was glad. He didn't think he could stand their stares much longer.

"Keme," Talisa said quietly. "Come here."

It was an order gently given. It reminded Keme for a moment of Aiyana. He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder to see that Seleste was sitting on the bed with Talisa. He felt a pang of guilt: Seleste's head was on Talisa's shoulder and she looked so tired and miserable. He had to remind himself that none of it was really her fault. He suddenly felt ashamed for being so angry.

Talisa hugged Seleste tight in one arm. Her free paw gestured for Keme. "Come," she repeated, like a mother beckoning a child.

Keme swallowed hard and moved through the room. He hesitated but knelt near Talisa, then gave in and dropped his forehead against her knee. With his head in her lap, he closed his eyes as she stroked his mane. God, sometimes he thought he and Seleste were her children.

"There's a reason you don't want to do this," he heard Talisa say quietly. "And it's not because you're straight."

Keme's head snapped up.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? When you were with Ahote?" Talisa said calmly.

Keme bit his lip. His paw was on Talisa's thigh and Seleste smoothed hers over it as she said, "It's okay, Keme. It's okay to feel that way! And Ahote will be good to you, he's a gentle lover . . ." Keme stared at Seleste as she blushed crimson.

"And don't you want to leave this place?" Talisa said, her face twisting. "Please, just fuck the guy - I'll burst if I don't get outta here!"

Keme laughed, and he noticed how relieved they both looked: his anger had really frightened them.

"It's new to me," Keme admitted. "These . . . feelings. At first, I didn't now what to make of them. But then with Ahote . . ."

Talisa looked down at him with wise brown eyes. "What do you mean by at first? What happened before Ahote?"

Keme dropped his face in her lap and groaned.

"Answer me!" Talisa cried, jerking her knees.

Keme miserably lifted his face, but he didn't answer.

Seleste's eyes grew round. "Honia," she said in a small voice. "You slept with Honiahaka!" She shoved Keme under the neck and he winced from the blow. "Every time I mentioned him - and you would get this look --!"

"Now, now, Seleste," laughed Talisa. "It's hardly Keme's fault. There are few who can resist Honi's charms. In fact, you might be the only one who can." She laughed again when Seleste folded her arms and glowered at Keme.

"Oh, like you have any right to be angry!" Keme shot back. "I break my damn neck to find you, and you're married and about to have some other male's pups!"

"You said you weren't angry!" Seleste accused.

"Well, I lied!" Keme growled. He leapt to his feet and glared at her. "You make me want to - argh!"

"What?!" Seleste demanded. "Go ahead! Finish!"

"Argh!" Keme roared again and turned away.

Talisa stretched back on the bed and watched the argument, as amused as if she wished she had a snack. She drank in the tight muscles of Keme's back lustily. "What do you wanna do to her? As long as you do it in front of me . . ."

"This is serious, Talisa!" Seleste cried and sprang to her feet, breasts, mane, and jewelry bouncing. "Keme - why? And how?"

Keme snorted. "I could ask you the same thing," he said, tossing a paw at her. He spun to face her, his body tight with rage. "You go get _married _to someone else - then come to me and ask me to fuck the guy? At least I didn't turn around and ask you to fuck Honi! God, for all I know you have --!"

"Keme! Don't be ridiculous, I haven't seen Honia since I was a child. Now you're just being stupid on purpose --!"

"Oh, now I'm stupid?"

"Yes! The other times were an accident!"

"Argh!"

Talisa fanned herself when Keme tossed his paws and his eyes flashed. "Oh baby," she said. "Keep going, Seleste. Maybe he'll throw you down and have angry sex with you. Maybe with us."

"It's not funny," Keme threw at her.

Talisa sat up, laughing heartily. "Now, now, children," she said. She rose and stood between them, putting her paws on their shoulders. "If we want to leave the plains, we have to play nice. We've all had sex in moments of despair. It doesn't change how we _feel _about each other . . ." So saying, she took Seleste's small paw and placed it in Keme's large one.

Seleste's eyes softened as she looked at Keme, and Keme tightened his paw over hers.

"Do you love me, Keme?" Seleste whispered. She peered earnestly into his face and her lip trembled: it made his heart ache. Why would his having sex with Honiahaka change how he felt for her? Did she really believe that?

"I don't think I could be this angry if I didn't," Keme replied.

Talisa laughed, "That means yes."

Seleste smiled, as if relieved. "Then . . . will you do this for us? Please?"

Keme closed his eyes miserably when she moved close and suddenly hugged him with the helplessness of a child. Her sweet smell filled his nostrils as her mane rose against his face. Her soft, slender body was so warm and small. He hugged her tight, and with his brows pressing together, he nuzzled his cheek against her mane.

"Yes, Seleste," Keme whispered with a relenting sigh. "I'll do it."

---

Later that night, Keme had to wonder how he always got himself into these damnable situations. He walked up the corridor to Ahote's room, and no one moved to stop him, no one moved to fasten him with a leash and lead him off to the harem. Ahote had announced that Keme was now free to walk about unshackled, and so when he passed the guards in the corridor, they frigidly ignored him.

Keme paused outside the curtain to Ahote's room and took a breath. He scowled when the plains chief laughingly called for him to enter.

"You needn't linger fearfully in the hall!" Ahote called.

Keme glowered as he entered the room. He paused. The fire was burning purple and Ahote sat beside it in his usual chair. He was fully clothed, his hips wrapped in the usual skirt, his feathered cape tied around his shoulders. He wore the jeweled headband he usually wore for audiences and feasts. It held his long mane in place around his face as the rest fell loose around his muscular neck and shoulders. His was a body lean but hard with quiet power and strength. Keme had to admit he was a beautiful male, and his golden eyes reflected the purple fire like glass. Perhaps his eyes were the best part of him.

Keme closed his eyes a moment as he tried to block out what had happened that morning. Ahote inside had felt so good - as good as his time with Honiahaka. He had never dreamed he could derive such pleasure from a male he hated so much.

Ahote chuckled at the burning look on Keme's face. "I understand. I would resent me too. After all, I married your lover, didn't I? I cared for her, spoiled her, saved her from the slavers - I succeeded in every place that you failed. How you must _hate _me." He studied Keme, and his lusty eyes made Keme painfully aware of his own swinging dick each time he moved.

Keme shrugged. "Hate is such a weak word. What about despise? Abhor?" Keme smiled to himself: he had learned abhor from Honiahaka.

Ahote lifted his brows in surprise a moment, then burst out laughing. "Oh, what an endless delight you are! . . . Come here."

Keme hesitated. He was getting tired of being beckoned like a dog! He glanced at the fire again and wondered if Ahote had ever known the bears of Phanyah. It was one place Ahote could have learned to cast purple smoke. Keme remembered what Honiahaka had said about Zaldon, but the thought that Ahote had learned it from the sun village's court advisor was preposterous.

Swallowing miserably, Keme moved toward Ahote's chair. He noticed by the smell that the chair wasn't covered in bear fur but deer hide. Hmm. Maybe Ahote did know the bears after all?

"Kneel," Ahote said.

It was such a firm order. Looking down at him, Keme wondered how many times Ahote had whispered that word to his concubines. He knelt near Ahote's lap as commanded. He was surprised when Ahote began stroking his mane.

"So beautiful," Ahote whispered, his eyes dancing over Keme in fascination. "Has anyone ever told you that? You don't seem to know it. You're so rough around the edges, a wild thing from some even wilder place. That day they brought you in bucking and roaring . . . I wanted to do such things to you. Or have you do them to me."

Keme blushed furiously.

"Ah, but you were wondering about the fire, weren't you?" Ahote said, as if he had gotten off subject.

Keme just blinked at him. He hadn't expected Ahote to _talk _to him first. As the plains chief continued on, it hit Keme for the first time how acutely lonely Ahote was.

"Yes," Ahote said, "I know the bears of Phanyah. I'd say you know them too. You smell of Pavati," he said and waved his paw over Keme, as if he was shaping him. "Of course, my connections with the Phanyah, they're a sworn secret. In exchange, they have passed some of their magical knowledge to my wolves. We use that knowledge to keep our village as hidden as Phanyah. Tell me . . . how is Askuwheteau?"

Keme looked down.

"Ah," said Ahote sadly and stroked his chin. He frowned at the fire. "I suppose it was only a matter of time. The Phanyah are a strong tribe. They will pick themselves back up, position a new healer. But to think . . . Master Asku dead?" Ahote shook his head and frowned in amazement. "Do you have any idea how old that bear was? Some say he might have been a hundred, two hundred years old - in the least."

"He certainly looked it," joked Keme. He didn't know why, but he was starting to feel at ease. Perhaps it was the calming effect of the damned purple fire. Or perhaps Ahote's relaxed demeanor encouraged the feeling.

Ahote laughed. "Yes. He was a fine old bear." His eyes hooded and he gazed dreamily into the distance.

"Please don't tell me you fucked him too," said Keme in exasperation.

Ahote lifted his eyebrows. "Too?"

Keme colored up. "I mean - I didn't sleep with - god dammit . . ."

Ahote laughed and touched his own lips thoughtfully. "It's alright, Keme. You seem to find it painful, admitting you like males."

"But I didn't sleep with Asku!" Keme growled impatiently.

Ahote chuckled as if Keme was cute.

"Don't laugh at me!" Keme warned and grabbed Ahote's arm, snatching his paw from his face.

They both froze. Keme's sudden move had positioned him between Ahote's hard thighs. Ahote smiled and tisked. "Such aggression, Keme. You're turning me on."

"Stop it," Keme mumbled and tried to back away, but Ahote grabbed his neck and pulled him close, kissing him.

Keme almost wriggled free, but Ahote's tongue was so insistent and strong, he just melted. Ahote kissed him hard and hungry, their heads twisting back and forth as he leaned down in his chair. Keme could feel himself retreating, but Ahote followed as he pulled away. Eventually, he gave in and kissed Ahote back.

Breathless, Ahote rested his forehead against Keme's and closed his eyes. He licked his lips a moment, his paw still clutching the back of Keme's neck. "Have you ever pleased a male before, Keme?"

Keme noticed for the first time that Ahote was pitching a tent in his skirt. Suddenly flustered and embarrassed, his long lashes fluttered as he tried to evade the question. He couldn't believe Ahote had just asked him such a thing! He realized he was hard as well when Ahote reached down and touched him. He closed his eyes as Ahote's big fingers caressed: Seleste hadn't been lying, he was a gentle lover.

"Look at me," Ahote whispered and lifted Keme's chin. "Have you? With your pretty lips and that hot, strong tongue?"

Keme felt his face getting hot. "No. . ." he admitted.

Ahote smiled. "Would you like to learn?" He unlaced his skirt and it fell open around his erection. Keme looked down at it. It was beautiful, so thick and musky and wonderfully shaped. It stood erect from a nest of curly, thick fur that also cloaked Ahote's balls. Ahote shifted in the chair and his hard thighs opened wider. Keme's eyes traced up his rippling belly and hard pectorals, his thick neck and flowing mane to his smiling face. Ahote's golden eyes were soft with fondness. He stroked Keme's mane and whispered, "Lick your lips."

Keme did as he was told, his heart beating in his throat. He had never done this before. When he thought about it, he'd never had it done to himself either. Honiahaka's love making had been a sudden wild frenzy. After merely kissing and stroking, Honiahaka had lifted Keme's leg and driven himself inside. Keme couldn't even remember Seleste or Talisa sucking him. He didn't even want to think_ _about Tahki. And Aiyana . . . she had done it so long ago! But to have a male's hot lapping mouth there . . . oh god. A male had never sucked him before. He shivered just thinking about it.

"That's it," Ahote instructed lovingly. "Now cover your teeth and slide your mouth on me . . ."

Keme closed his eyes and carefully took Ahote in his mouth. The hot, salty taste made his dick throb. Ahote's erection filled him until his lips ached. He felt Ahote's loving fingers curl tight in his mane as he started to suck. Pretty soon and his own spit had overflowed, plastering Ahote. Keme didn't know why, but it brought him the deepest thrills of pleasure each time Ahote gasped, panted, and whispered his encouragement.

"Oh god, that's it, Keme. . . ." Ahote whispered and twisted in the chair.

Keme opened his eyes a moment and could see Ahote's rippling belly before him. It tensed every now and then, as if Keme's flexing tongue was just too much. His eyes traveled higher to see the helpless look on Ahote's face. Gazing back at Keme, Ahote licked his lips and smiled lustily. He suddenly winced and choked and told Keme to stop.

"Did I do something wrong?" Keme wondered and licked his lips.

"No, baby," Ahote whispered breathlessly. He laughed and stroked Keme's mane. "You did everything right." He eyes smiled warmly at Keme, and Keme felt his heart flutter.

"Would that I could keep you," Ahote said weakly. He laughed again. "But Seleste would kill me."

Keme smiled. "That she would."

Ahote jerked his chin. "Over on the bed. It's my turn."

Keme's heart skipped a beat. God, he was so painfully hard now! He wished he could make it go down, stop it happening, just leave this place, but he knew he was enjoying every wet, hot, dirty second with Ahote. Lying back on the bed as instructed, the thought occurred to him that he enjoyed the taste of a warm, salty cock.

Keme watched Ahote beside the fire, and he suddenly realized that Ahote was putting on a show for him. The chief slowly unlaced the rest of his skirt and let it fall away, revealing his hard ass cheeks and thighs, the rippling belly that flowed up from them, the hard pectorals that flexed with his slightest movement. He unlaced his feathered cape as well, and his strong shoulders and neck flexed as it too fell away. Lastly, the jeweled headband was removed and thrown aside, and his mane tossed around his shoulders. He looked at Keme with his bright hungry eyes, and lying on the bed, Keme shivered. Ahote had called Keme beautiful? The plains chief had a masculine beauty all his own.

Lying back on his elbows, Keme gulped as Ahote crawled across the bed to him, that hunger still hot in his eyes.

"Bend your knees," Ahote whispered. He laughed, "And try not to lock my head in your thighs."

Keme's heart was pounding now: was it going to be that good? He watched in dismay as Ahote's head lowered between his thighs. Then that hot mouth closed over him, and his head fell back. Oh . . . god. Keme grunted and twisted as Ahote's skilled tongue flexed against him, plastering him with spit, flicking and licking and caressing. Ahote stopped often to slurp Keme in-between devouring him - and when he devoured him, he did it so deeply, Keme might as well have prodded the back of his throat. When it seemed Keme could take it no more, he stopped to lick and kiss his balls.

"So thick in my mouth," Ahote whispered, his eyes narrowed with lust on Keme's hard body. He licked his lips. "And your taste . . ." His eyes traced over Keme, fiery with desire. "My god. Could you make me any harder? Sit up, come here. . . ."

Breathless, Keme sat up and wanted desperately to cover his erection - which was now covered in hot, glossy spit right down to the balls. Ahote just looked at him and it made him nervous. "What are we --?" he began, but Ahote shushed him, and whispering his name happily, he buried a kiss in Keme's neck. Keme's head fell back to receive these kisses and he groaned when Ahote began to stroke his cock.

"You're going to fuck me, beautiful thing," Ahote whispered in his ear. "All night long." So saying, Ahote perched on his knees. He lifted his tail and smiled over his shoulder at Keme. "Come and get it," he whispered.

Keme knelt there a moment, drinking in his hard body. He climbed up on Ahote, and peeling one ass cheek open, he sank himself in. He had never expected Ahote's ass to be so hot and tight and squirming. He trembled as he began to thrust. Ahote reached behind and pulled Keme down so close they were cheek to cheek. Ahote's gasps and cries were as arousing to Keme as their hard bodies moving in rhythm.

"Touch me," Ahote whispered, gentle and coaxing. "Go ahead."

His face hot, Keme's big paw smoothed along Ahote's hard belly. He caressed his thigh a moment, as if he was shying from what he really wanted to do. Then suddenly, he grabbed Ahote's cock and squeezed. Good god, it was thick. He felt it throb in his fist as he began to stroke. He bit his lip and closed his eyes to hear Ahote's weak cries.

"Oh yes . . . fuck me, touch me," Ahote whispered.

The pleasure washing over him in tingling waves, Keme wrapped his arm around Ahote's throat and dropped his forehead against his back. His thrusts became very deliberate and slow, and the paw on Ahote's cock massaged deeply. He fucked Ahote in a slow, relentless rhythm that made their moans, gasps, and cries fill the room. His paw went from Ahote's neck to his hard belly - quickly, as if he feared he might get away, slip from his grasp, disappear, and this delicious pleasure would end. Ahote smiled and reached up to touched Keme's face. He laughed softly when Keme kissed his neck.

"I don't blame Seleste," Ahote whispered breathlessly. "If you stuck around, I'd love you too."

It was morning when Keme awoke, though the underground room was still as gloomy as before. Breakfast had been brought on a single tray, and Ahote was sitting up in bed, eating. The plains chief was wrapped in his silk robe and his mane was a rumpled mess. He smiled to see Keme was awake and offered to feed him from his fork.

Keme sat up and sheepishly ate the offered food. He felt ridiculous for it, but he pulled the bed sheets up over himself and covered his soft cock and belly. Ahote laughed at him.

"You're so bashful," the chief said. "I hardly expected that."

Keme looked away, feeling stupid for his embarrassment. After all, Ahote had been with him twice now and had seen him naked any number of times! But he wanted to stop thinking about it. Being naked somehow forced him to think of the long, intense night they had just spent together. He had never imagined that sex with a male could make him feel so intensely - especially now that he had given a male head! It was a very intimate thing, to put ones mouth in such a tender place, to look into that male's eyes as you pleasured him. When all of it was over, Keme even felt a sort of fondness for Ahote. And he understood for the first time why Seleste cared so much about Ahote's feelings: he wasn't so bad after all.

"You don't have to sit with little ol' me," Ahote said as he buttered his toast. "You're free to go, after all. Go! Go tell Seleste and Talisa the wretched deed is done and you are now free to leave!" He waved his butter knife and laughed, though Keme could tell he was actually very . . . hurt.

"Ahote. . . ."

"Go on," Ahote insisted and his eyes snapped irritably. "The way is now open. You have an hour to get out."

Ahote blinked in surprise when Keme leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"It was more than a dirty deed," Keme told him. "And I'll never forget it." With that, he rose from the bed and went to the curtain. He paused to look back, and the look of longing on Ahote's face told him the plains chief would never forget him either.