Chapter 1: Blunder in the Bath
#1 of The Mating Season 2:
The Mating Season 2: Wolves Run Wilder
Part Two of a six part series
Chapter 1: Blunder in the Bath
It had been a very long day, and Kel, a middle-aged warrior of thirty-four, was never so glad to see home. He had spent the day and the previous night patrolling the parameter of the village with his fellow warriors. There was an unusual amount of lone wolf activity going on: rapes in the bushes, roadside robberies, pups kidnapped. And so the wolves of the summer village were practicing extra vigilance. Now after a long two days straight of patrolling, Kel was happy to come home to his wife's arms.
Aliona was Kel's wife, a dark gray wolf with a long mane who after two children was to Kel twice as beautiful as before: the pregnancies seemed to have enhanced her already-large breasts and hips so that when Aliona walked her tail swished more noticeably, her larger buttocks flexed, her heavy breasts bounced, and the eyes of the males in the village young and old followed her everywhere.
It seemed as soon as Kel entered his hut, his bath was already drawn in a basin beside the fire, and there was his Aliona, rushing to take his spear and massage his shoulders. He never demanded these things of her: she did them out love. And Kel always showed his gratitude when he took her at night in his arms.
Aliona helped her husband step into the bath and watched with loving eyes as he sank back in the water. She shed the shawl she'd been wearing, and Kel gave a soft moan to see her large breasts jutting in the firelight, the nipples standing out, pink and hard and inviting. Then she took up a sponge and started bathing her husband, gentle slow circles over his chest, wiping off his war paint.
Aliona feasted her eyes on Kel -- as she had become so fond of doing since the mating seasons sixteen years ago. Kel had been beautiful to her then and he was still beautiful to her now: a black wolf with bright green eyes, finely toned muscles, broad chest, and strong arms. He was still beautiful. Utterly. And she knew with a secret pride that every female in the village wanted him! But he had chosen her during the mating season. Sweet, gentle Kel, strong, protecting Kel, had chosen her. She smiled to herself, slipping her paw under the water and taking her husband's organ in her fingers. She was pleased when Kel moaned.
"Aliona, I'm so tired . . ." Kel whispered, but his cock throbbed upright anyway and Aliona smiled at him.
"You're never too tired for this!" she chided.
Kel opened his eyes and watched happily as his wife climbed into the bath and straddled him. She started to sink her sex over him in the water, but he grabbed her hips to stop her, asking anxiously, "But where's Kilyan?"
Aliona smiled at Kel's concern. "Kilyan is out with his friends and Zalia is with her grandmother."
Kel sank back again, visibly relieved, and his wife continued lowering herself until his cock was sliding into her, filling her thick and strong. The water frothed around them as Aliona worked herself slowly up and down, pressing her pussy lips down hard and forcing moans from her husband as his cock was pressed deep inside. Her strong, hot muscles contracted around him, throbbing, pulling hungrily, and Kel took Aliona by the waist and drew her toward him, suckling on each of her breasts.
Aliona kept working herself up and down, moving her hips in deeper and deeper circles, and Kel took her ass in fistfuls and pressed himself up into her. They moved rhythmically together, their cries and gasps loud against the crackling fire, and when it was over, Aliona sank down in the water and slumped against her husband, happy in his arms. She closed her eyes against Kel and relished in his fingers stroking her mane.
"My heart still belongs to you after all these years," sighed Kel, kissing his wife's head. "And you've been so good to me, Aliona. No male could ask for a better wife."
Aliona rose up, and wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, she kissed him on the lips. It was a slow, wet kiss -- the kind that told Kel Aliona was hungry for more -- and he felt his cock throbbing upright as their kissing grew more urgent. His paws explored her as if he had not touched this gorgeous body for sixteen years, and yet after sixteen years, he still could not touch enough. Aliona arched her back at the touch of Kel's fingers, at their squeezing and caressing, and kissed her husband all the more deeper.
His passion building again, Kel started kissing Aliona all over her face, down her neck, on her breasts, slowly pressing her back against the tub. She closed her thighs around him, her little moans and shrill cries of anticipation growing louder the hungrier his kisses. Kel plunged himself into her tight walls and sighed. She arched her back to receive him and they smiled into each other's eyes, still panting, still moaning, Aliona's hips jerking as she moved her hot walls like a squeezing hand over her husband's cock.
Kel felt his passion release, but to his shock, he cried out, "Zaldon!"
Aliona's eyes sprang open.
Kel climbed off her and sank back in the bathwater, stricken and ashamed. He didn't think he could bring himself to look at his wife because he knew she was staring at him with wide eyes and he couldn't bear it. When he finally found the courage to look at her, Kel saw with a pang that Aliona was staring at him in shock, her fingers touching her lips as if she couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Kel buried his face in his paws and listened wretchedly as Aliona sloshed up from the bath, as she wrapped herself into her shawl again, as she disappeared into the curtained rooms beyond.
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