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Tranquil Waters: The Lead Crown Ch 7.3, Fallen Idols

Brody stretched, rolling one shoulder, and then the other before pulling off his shirt. The Doberman kept looking at the door, not because he expected a visitor, but, rather, because it gave him a good view of his roommate's attention to him. Sir Umberto was across the room getting ready for bed while not-so-subtly sneaking glances at him in the mirror mounted on the wall. The Dog didn't let the Wolverine know he knew but, at the same time, he made sure he gave the curious Templar plenty of great peeks.

The Doberman finally broke the silence, almost making Sir Umberto jump in surprise at the words. "I'm glad Bart let us stay here for the night... not sure I could find my way back to the doctor's this late."

The Templar let out a scoff as he continued doffing the various pieces of his armor. "You lived in Newport for your whole life and you think you'd get lost in a small town like Vallara?"

Brody smiled to himself, waiting until Umberto's eyes went to the mirror, at which point the Doberman turned around and bent over, sliding his pants completely to the floor as he gave the peeping Wolverine a full view of his shapely bare backside. "That's WHY it's hard to figure out where to go in Vallara... the streets are laid out different and there's nowhere near as much lighting."

Umberto was obviously not paying attention to his words, "Hmm? Uh... well, either way, this will give us a chance to learn more about the Mechanists."

The Doberman straightened back up and stretched again, turning around to face the Wolverine, whose eyes quickly left the mirror. "It's already been helpful, Sir Umberto... without Bartholomeu we'd never have known that Prince Regent Thaddius is not in any real trouble from the Mecha--"

The Wolverine turned around to face him, a soured look on his muzzle. "They're using him as a puppet, Brody... that is NOT the place for a king!"

Clearing his throat, Brody sat down on one of the two beds in the room, idly running a paw through the tan fur on his abdomen. "I misspoke... I meant that his health is not at risk, not that--"

The Templar flopped out on his own bed, having taken off his armor, but nothing else. He seemed calmer immediately. "I know, and I did not mean to raise my voice... it's just frustrating being so far away and being unable to do anything about it."

Brody laid back and stared at the ceiling. "At least Prince Regent Thaddius' life isn't in danger..."

Sir Umberto was not thick headed and the Doberman knew that the Wolverine knew his meaning; Brody had been serving Noriene for many years, and it was HER life the Mechanists were interested in. A moment later the Templar confirmed it. "Perhaps it is not too late to convince your brother that Princess Noriene needen't--"

"I've never been good at convincing my brother of anything."

He heard the Wolverine shift position on his own bed, "You could speak with him about it."

Brody looked up, glancing across the room at the Templar, who was looking his way... assumably for the purpose of conversation, but, the Doberman realized, it also conveniently gave the Wolverine a good view of the Dog's naked body. Brody laid his head back down, letting his room mate take in as much of the sight as he desired. "I will... but, at the end of the day, he is still my older Brother."

There was silence for several moments before the Templar spoke up again. "You want to save the Princess... don't you?"

The Doberman weighed his proper responses before settling on one. "I'm not the royal guard or a Templar, Sir Umberto... though you might think less of me for it, my first and greatest loyalty is to family."

The words resulted in the Wolverine pausing again, but, when he spoke up, Brody was surprised by the response. "I do not fault you your loyalties, so long as they do not endanger the Prince Regent."

Brody let out another breath, and sat up so he could look at Sir Umberto. "The Mechanists have used the Princess and she hasn't even realized it..."

The Templar looked to him, finally undoing his sword belt before loosening his breeches, "From what I heard, tricking the Princess isn't easy."

The Doberman slid off the bed and moved over to kneel by the Wolverine's. He batted Sir Umberto's paws away from the belt and began to undress the Templar as if he were the man's squire. "If they've done this well so far, perhaps she doesn't have to die. I think THAT is what I'll discuss with my brother."

Umberto didn't respond at first, hyper-focused on the Doberman's paws. When he did, however, his tone was much more business-like. "In the morning we'll need to return to the group. We can't delay any longer if we--"

Brody's paws slid beneath the Templar's clothing, silencing the Wolverine right away. It was true he'd started undressing Umberto like a squire, but what would come next would be much MUCH more personal. Judging by how 'ready' the Wolverine was, the Doberman didn't expect any objection... which is exactly what he got. The Dog licked his muzzle first, and moved on from there.

* * * * * *

Aodhan wathched as his Eyara paced back and forth across the floor of their room; he had a feeling the Cat would ultimately wear right through the wood if not encouraged to stop. He didn't much care for the idea of their hostess returning to a line worn straight through to the ground. "Aurelie..."

The Cat's fur puffed up a little, "I know... I know... you're going to tell me to calm down. I'm sorry, but Sir Umberto and Brody haven't come back yet and it's--"

The Wolf approached as Sister Aurelie spoke, and silenced the Cat with an embrace and a kiss. "You don't have to apologize... I just want you to be happy."

Sister Aurelie leaned against him, "I do too... but I still think waiting was a mistake. Every day-- every HOUR we delay might--"

Aodhan once again silenced his Eyara with a kiss... this time to slightly greater effect, and Aurelie seemed less inclined to squirm restlessly in his grasp. When the Cat finally calmed the Wolf pulled his lithe lover a little closer, "It was not a mistake. In two days we will be ready to return to Newport and we will be stronger for having rested."

Aurelie's head nodded against his chest as the Cat sighed, "I wish I could just stop worrying... waiting here without nothing to do... it's... frustrating."

The Wolf kissed the top of his Eyara's head, smiling as his paws began to rub the Cat's back, "You're just restless..."

Aodhan wasn't sure exactly how much it was his eager intention and how much it was Aurelie's tension but, before he knew it, they were kissing again, this time their paws sliding over one another as they were not so subtle in removing one another's clothing. The first few times they had been together his Eyara was timid... almost embarassed of the fact that there were... inconsistencies.

Aurelie had been raised as a girl; when intimacy caused a certaion topic to figuratively and literally 'pop up' it was understandably uncomfortable for the Cat. Aodhan's attention and devotion, however, had done much to dispel that. The Sister fell to the bed, no longer trying to hide any portion of arousal... which made things that much easier for the Wolf. Aodhan smiled when he heard his Eyara's gasp the moment his paw encircled the feline's member. He let out a soft growl, nibbling at his lover's shoulder when Aurelie teased him back, the tip of the Cat's tail lashing back and forth across his groin.

When his Eyara started squirming again it wasn't due to frustration or impatience, rather, it was because the Cat was trying in vain to reach the Wolf's discarded loincloth and the pouch that hung from the belt. Chuckling, Aodhan shifted slightly atop his lover, pinning the Cat beneath him as he stretched his longer arm to pick the belt up off the floor. He felt Aurelie purring continuously beneath him and the feline snatched the pouch right out of his grasp. Aodhan freely accepted the cat's kiss, smiling around it as he heard the distinct sound of Aurelie working open a very specific unguent jar.

The Wolf was not usually one to be taken by surprise but, then again, Aurelie always seemed to make it a priority to get him every now and again... and THAT night it was the feel of his Eyara's velvety paw encircle his already excited length, slathering it in slick lotion. The Cat's next words were music to his ears, "Don't make me wait for this too..."

Smiling, Aodhan pressed his muzzle to his Eyara's and Aurelie's greedy tongue found its way through his lips even as the Cat's legs wrapped around his waist. With his lover's paw guiding him in, it took very little effort for the Wolf to hit the mark, and their kiss broke as Aurelie's back arched, a gasp escaping the Cat's dainty muzzle. The Wolf was barely able to push words out through his lust-filled growl, "I love it when you make that sound..."

As if taking the cue, Aurelie was only happy to repeat the gasp, followed up by a moan. Aodhan didn't stop, pushing further forward, the movement made easier by the slick cream that provided all the lubrication he would need... even if he wasn't leaking precum from excitement. Tail flagging, the Wolf slowly pulled back, and planted his feet firmly against the floor so he could push forward again, this time with more force. The action elicited a cry of pure bliss from his lover.

He had been much gentler the first time they had coupled but, as he had found out, his Eyara was far more resilient and much more durable than than his care had warranted... and Aurelie was more than happy enough to let him know it. Aodhan had happily lost count of how many times they had made love since then, but he'd begun to learn a lot more about what the Cat enjoyed... and his Eyara helped him learn about some things he didn't know HE enjoyed.

The Wolf hadn't realized just how stressed they had both been until they were in the throes of passion. Aurelie completely let loose, panting and yowling, moaning and crying out eagerly, legs tightening their grip around Aodhan's hips. Then, just when Aodhan thought his lover couldn't get any louder, he felt Aurelie's insides tighten around him, and the Cat began to pour out seed against his abdomen. Moments later, the convulsions against his shaft sent the Wolf over the edge as well, and he lost himself to his release.

Aodhan held his Eyara close as he loosed everything he had into his lover. Aurelie, in the meantime, quivered beneath him, seed still errupting into the Wolf's belly fur. Finally, as they both settled down onto the bed, the Cat's ears reddened, "They may have heard us downstairs..."

Chuckling, Aodhan pulled his lover closer, "They definately heard us downstairs."

The Cat snuggled close, murmuring softly. "Two more days and we can go?"

The Wolf nodded, rolling over so he could lay his lover across his chest, "Two more days... and don't worry, my Eyara... I have some men in Newport... they will make sure nothing happens to the Sisters."

It was the right thing to say; between the passionate bout of lovemaking and the reassurance, Aurelie finally felt at ease. They were asleep moments later.