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Chapter 18: Keeping Warm

It was the earliest of the dark hours, a cold winter's night, and the sky was awash with stars. Loryn stood in the front room of his hut and tossed a pawful of dirt on the fire to make it glow lower, watching with hungry black eyes as his wife Kira was bent over, her back to him, and completely oblivious that her husband was staring, his dick hard in his craving, as she adjusted the pile of firewood sitting in a basket against the wall. She was a fluffy white wolf with bright eyes, a slender waist, and enormous white breasts hidden under a dark red shawl. Loryn felt his dick throb just looking at her pink pussy lips bulging between her thighs as she bent, fussing over the firewood. She let cried out in surprise when Loryn's arms suddenly closed around her, then Loryn was whispering in her ear.

"You sexy thing," Loryn whispered, and Kira giggled when he gave a mock growl against her neck. "You don't need that firewood, I've got some wood for you right here!"

Kira moaned as her husband's erection nudged her. Loryn pulled Kira backward into a chair. They collapsed so hard her breasts bounced heavily under her shawl. And with her sitting in his lap, he lifted her up by the waist and down on his cock. Kira screamed softly, her head falling back against Loryn's shoulder as her husband lifted her up and down in his big paws. She was wet in seconds and the squishing noises of her pussy feeding over his cock were almost loud beside the crackling fire. Kira gasped and screamed softly again when Loryn brought her down very low over his cock, driving himself deeply, groaning when her juices gushed over him.

"How does that feel?" Loryn whispered breathlessly in Kira's ear. "You warm enough yet?"

"Oh, Loryn, you know it feels good!" Kira cried, and Loryn laughed.

Loryn brought Kira all the way down hard on his cock, then reached under her shawl and cupped her breasts. She groaned as he massaged her, rotating her softness in his big paws, twisting the nipples ever so gently. Sitting in her husband's lap with his cock holding her open wide, Kira shuddered, gasped shrilly, and moaned, and Loryn could feel her clit throbbing against him as her pussy lips clung almost in desperation to his throbbing cock. He ripped the shawl away with his teeth and kept massaging one of Kira's breasts while his other paw reached around and started stroking her clit, caressing it, pushing it between his finger and thumb. Kira squirmed.

"Oh, Loryn, don't s-stop . . ."

Loryn didn't. He weighed Kira's breast in his paw, cupped it, squeezed it, and caressed her throbbing clit until she was wriggling in a frenzy in his lap. He saw her white breasts blushing and loved it when she twisted on his cock, rocking her wet walls around him, pushing her little buttocks against him. Unable to stand her wriggling and gasping much longer, Loryn took Kira's waist in his paws again and started working her up and down.

"Oh, Kira," Loryn moaned, closing his eyes. "Let me fuck you on your knees!"

Kira nodded, gasping when Loryn fairly lunged to the floor with her not a second after. She was on her paws and knees under him in a heartbeat, and he was cupping her breasts, sinking himself into her gentle and slow, his kisses wet on her neck.

Loryn hunched over Kira, driving himself deeply into this hot, this gushing sheath. He fed his cock slowly in and out, loving it when Kira's head fell back and she moaned. Her white breasts were large in his paws, practically over spilling his fingers, and he pulled her breasts toward him as he hunched to thrust himself deeper inside.

"Oh, Loryn . . . Ah! Oh, god, you're so deep . . . yes!"

"Kira . . ." Loryn whispered happily. He closed his eyes, moving himself against his wife rhythmically and slowly, his paws still cupping her. He leaned back now, took her hips in his paws, and started driving himself deeper. Kira cried out and Loryn felt her come: her wet walls tightened and gushed over him and his dick throbbed painfully in response. He let Kira sink to the floor but turned her onto her back and kept driving himself inside, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, licking her nipples. Kira wriggled under him, groaning and gasping, but begging for more. And Loryn gave it to her and more besides.

After Loryn had come, he lay on the floor on top of Kira, breathless, Kira's shapely thighs wrapped around him and one of her slender legs even on his shoulder. They were sharing a hungry kiss when they heard a gasp. Loryn and Kira looked around still panting, their manes in their eyes, to find Lea standing in the doorway, the curtain thrust aside, and little black Roan on her hip. Her paw was slapped over Roan's eyes, but she stared at her parents in shock, her face red.

Loryn dropped his face in Kira's neck and laughed softly. "Some things never change . . ."

Kira laughed too, and Lea quickly turned her back as her parents climbed up from the floor, as her mother put on her shawl. She could hear a little splash as her parents cleaned themselves off in the basin always kept near the fire, and when she heard her mother giggle, she knew Loryn had splashed Kira as he was cleaning his cock.

"All right, sweetie," Lea heard her father say. "Daddy's penis is out of Mommy's vagina now."

"Don't tease, Dad!" Lea scolded, entering the hut with her son. "That wasn't funny at all. I didn't even think you and Mom still had S-E-X!" She whispered the three letters as if Roan could spell.

Kira laughed. "And why shouldn't we? God, Lea, we're not old. We're only forty. And besides, your father will never be too old to get it up."

"And your mother will never be too old to get it wet," added Loryn, coming to Kira's side, and they kissed.

Lea made a face and whispered, "Gross!" They were actually forty-one, but Lea knew better than to point it out.

Kira smiled and took little Roan onto her hip. But to her surprise, the little black pup with his white flecks and great green eyes did not seem perturbed by what he had just witnessed.

"Roan . . ." said Loryn slowly to his grandson, "aren't you going to ask why Grandpa had his pee-pee in Grandma?"

"Dad!" Lea cried, squeezing her eyes shut.

Loryn ignored his daughter. He clapped a paw on the little pup's head and peered into his eyes, waiting.

Roan only grinned. "But I already know! Daddy plays that game with Mommy all the time. It's called grownup hide and seek."

Loryn ruffled Roan's black mane and burst out laughing. Lea's face was beet red now and she looked resolutely in the opposite direction, her ears flat on her head.

"All right, Loryn, that's enough," scolded Kira, though she was laughing too. She carried Roan to the fire and sat there with him, stroking his mane and kissing his cheeks, to his great embarrassment.

Loryn settled back in the chair beside the fire and patted his thigh. "Come sit on Daddy's knee!" he teased, grinning at Lea. "Like old times. I miss bouncing my little girl."

But Lea didn't answer. She stood over her parents, her black eyes sad and earnest. Loryn and Kira exchanged glances, then looked quickly at their daughter.

"What is it, Sugar?" Loryn whispered when Lea bit her lip and bowed her head.

"It's Kel," she muttered, fumbling with her fingers. "He's gotten worse . . ."

Loryn went very still in his chair. "How worse?"

"Aliona thinks he's slipping into a coma . . ."

"Oh, god," Loryn whispered in a low voice. He shot up from his chair. "I've got to get over there! I'll walk you back to your hut, Lea -- what the hell have I told you about walking the streets alone at night away? And with Roan?" Loryn scolded.

Kira climbed to her feet and stood holding Roan's paw, and they watched as Loryn fumbled his spear down from the rack on the wall.

"I'll walk you home, Lea, and, Kira, you stay with Lea while I'm at Kel's -- or you could come with me --"

"I'll come with you," said Kira, lifting Roan into his mother's arms. She went to the cold hole in the corner near a small cabinet. It was where she stored food in the winter. They saw her pull a wooden jar from the hole and knew there was broth inside. "It's the least I can do," she said.

Loryn nodded. "Let's go."

"I'm coming with you, Dad," Lea said as they started up the dark, torchlit street. "Back to Kel's hut --"

"No!" Loryn said at once. "I'm taking you home, where you should have been anyway on a cold night during the winter season. What the hell were you doing at Kel's hut? You were supposed to stay at home with Ohana and Zalia --"

"Loryn!" said Kira sharply, for Lea was sniffling with tears.

The parents halted in the street, looking at their daughter. And Roan, clinging to his mother's neck and frowning to see her in distress, gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Lea laughed softly through her tears and kissed Roan's cheek back, stroking his mane.

Watching his daughter's black eyes glisten with tears, Loryn suddenly understood why she'd been visiting Aliona. He stepped closer to his daughter and cupped her face. "Oh, Lea, he'll come home. And if he doesn't, I'll go out there, and I swear to god I'll bring him back!"

Lea's lashes kept fluttering out tears, but she sniffed and smiled at her father, and the group continued up the street.

When they reached Kel's hut, Yzlo was already there with his wife and Zalia had already come over with Ohana. Little Enya and Zane were asleep beside the fire on makeshift beds. Everyone was sitting around the room or standing, their eyes dark with sadness, with their own miserable meditations. Lea laid Roan to rest with the other pups, kneeling beside him and stroking his back until he fell asleep. Loryn clapped a paw on Yzlo's shoulder and asked in a low voice how Kel was doing. Yzlo didn't even have to speak: the grim look in his eyes said it all.

"God, no," Loryn whispered, staring at the fire.

Aliona emerged from behind the curtain, and Kira embraced her at once. They saw Aliona break down sobbing. Zalia ran to embrace her mother as well but had soon broken down with sobs herself, and the three females stood holding each other.

"I just don't know what to do," Aliona was moaning.

Yzlo shook his head sadly to see such a thing. He was Keeno's father: a dark gray wolf with very serious dark eyes but a friendly disposition all the same. He clapped a comforting paw on Loryn's shoulder and whispered to him, "He's been drifting in and out for a while. But for the most part, he can barely stay conscious. And when he does, he just . . . coughs." Yzlo closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Loryn closed his paw over Yzlo's. "We'll pull him out of this, damn it. As soon as that snow melts, we're going to get Zaldon. And if Keeno and Kilyan aren't with him, we go in search of them next."

Yzlo swallowed and nodded. Loryn clapped him fondly on the cheek, then moved past the others and behind the curtain. Having left his spear in the front room, he traveled up the shadowy hall with empty paws, and when he came at last to the curtain of Kel's room, he paused, listening sadly to the weak coughing coming from inside. Heaving a deep breath, Loryn pulled the curtain aside and entered.

Kel was laying in the bed looking thinner, his fur shabbier, and the bags under his eyes even deeper. His head was to the side in the pillows, and though his eyes were dancing behind the closed lids, he appeared to be deeply asleep. Every now and then, he coughed, and it saddened Loryn to see how weakly his chest strained.

"You know," whispered Loryn, falling to his knees beside Kel, "I never get tired of keeping you warm?" He laughed, though it sounded more like a sob, and he crawled into the sheets and curled up beside Kel, holding him tightly in his arms. Kel was like a limp rag doll, and feeling his friend flopping so weakly against him, Loryn felt his tears falling.

"Remember when we first started kissing under the waterfall? I wanted you to be my lover, but you wouldn't. Not all the way. I've never told you this before, but when I held you and kissed you and touched you, I pretended you were mine!" Loryn whispered in Kel's ear, his voice choked with sobs. "And I knew exactly why Zaldon loved you: you were pretty and you weren't perfect but you were damn near." Loryn laughed sadly.

"Mmm . . . Loryn?" Kel groaned. His eyes fluttered open weakly. Loryn closed his eyes to see that those black lips were crusted white with sick when Kel started coughing.

"Yeah, it's me, Kel. How did you know?" Loryn asked with a half-smile.

"Your smell, Loryn. I'd know it anyw-where --" Kel broke down coughing again and Loryn shushed him.

"Don't talk anymore. You have to save your energy for all that hot sex you'll have when you get well."

Kel laughed weakly. "Where is Kilyan? Has Kilyan come home yet? Where is my son . . .?"

"He's on his way, Kel," Loryn whispered. A lie. A damn lie. But if it kept Kel from working himself up, then it was a good lie.

"Hold me tighter, Loryn," Kel whispered. "I'm so c-cold . . ."

Loryn held Kel tighter with a sad pang: Kel was burning hot.

"I'll keep you warm, Kel. Always glad too . . ."

Kel had soon fallen asleep again, and as Loryn lay there holding him, he heard Kel whisper in his sleep, "Zaldon? God, I miss you, Zaldon . . . Zaldon? Don't leave me!"

And Loryn finally understood what Kel's sickness really was: he had pined himself sick . . . for Zaldon.