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CHAPTER 31

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I awoke to a set of big, furry arms wrapped around me. A not so subtle slickness under my tail, and rhythmic, hot, damp, breath against the back of my neck. The scents confused me for a moment, the smell of alcohol was noticeable, despite the smell of sex almost over powering everything else. I was in my own bed, and the fur behind me holding me securely in their arms.

Memories of the night before slowly came back to me. After my hearing was over everyone came back home and we had a nice celebration of regaining my freedom. Kaldor broke out the drinks while Harold made us an amazing array of food. We ate, drank and had a great time until we all decided it was time to turn in.

I had had a few too many and could barely stand up by myself without stumbling sideways. I remember Jason and Michael carrying me. They put me in bed, and things escalated from there.

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A gentle movement roused me, someone was moving on the bed, gentle repetitive motions. If it wasn't for the fact I was still half asleep I think I would have known what to expect when I looked behind me, over the large, white furred body that held me.

In the near dark room, only a few glowing embers from the fire giving off any light, the striking white fur of my friends were the only thing that was easy to see. Cody was on all fours, most of Jason's thick equine cock buried in his rear, and Jason himself had most of Aceh's cock buried in him. Aceh was thrusting, quite vigorously, his hips slapping against Jason's ass, while Jason fucked Cody with much slower, longer thrusts.

I craned my neck a little more to see Michael, who was holding me in his arms, awake and looking at me with a know it all grin. I felt one of his paws move from my stomach, slowly moving it's way down to my ever growing arousal. His touch was gentle yet electric, enticing a moan of pleasure I couldn't have stopped escaping my maw if I had wanted to.

Without a word he leaned in and kissed me, I turned my body, awkwardly, towards him, trying not to crush my wing that was trapped between me and him. His tongue invaded my maw, I could taste a faint trace of the alcohol on his breath, the thick muscle overpowering my own. Normally I would have fought for it, but right now, trapped within his embrace, his paw skill fully working my cock, I had no desire to.

I remembered the last time I had woken up with him and Jason, not really remembering the night before. I had been quite bashful, they had been naked, leaving little to my imagination, embarrassed even. I had been working through some things... I had begun to feel a bit like a slut. But now I knew, there was nothing wrong with this. I wasn't in a committed relationship, and even if I was was this so wrong? Taking and giving pleasure to those that I cared about?

"I want to fuck you." He muttered between kisses.

"What's stopping you?" I asked.

Nothing was apparently. He lifted my left leg and I felt his cock between my legs. It took him a few moments to position himself over my tail-hole, and he wasted little time in sinking himself in.

I cried out in a pleasured pain, a sharp pain as he spread my tail-hole wide, that soon turned into nothing more than a pleasant fullness, slowly pressing its way further into me. My tail-hole was still nice and slick with the cum from the night before. And soon I felt his hips flush with my ass, his foot long cock filling me up nicely. He kissed me deep again, his tongue invading my maw like his dick was my ass, my cock throbbed in the cool air of my room.

Michael's body felt hot, a stifling comparison to the cool air of room. The sounds Michael enticed from me mixing with the sound of the others fucking just on the other side of the stallion, who was balls deep in my ass.

"Fuck..." I moaned.

"You're cute when you scrunch your muzzle up like that." Michael chuckled, kissing me once again.

"And I really wish you'd just start fucking me already!" I countered.

"Oh look at you being all sassy!" He grinned, grinding his hips into me. "But far be it from me to disappoint!"

After that he started fucking me, roughly, and didn't hold back at all. He began to fuck me hard and fast, still laying on his side. I couldn't help but let out a moan each time his hips came flush with my own, and when he started to tweak my nipple... my moans became constant. And when he started to stroke my cock and nibble on my neck, it didn't take long for my to cry out as I came, my cum spraying over my chest and stomach.

He continued to fuck me, for a long while after I came, till the point till my tail-hole became tender. Just as it started to get uncomfortable, he trust deep and grunted, I felt his cock pulse inside me and the familiar warmth of his cum fill me up.

Panting, his eyes half lidded in pleasure as he enjoyed the post orgasm high, we kissed. Passionate and sloppy, licking my muzzle as much as he thrust it into my maw. It was nice... just to give up control like this.

"That was... amazing." I sighed.

"Any time." Michael grinned.

His cock now slipping out of my tail-hole and we shifted ourselves into a more comfortable position. I felt a substantial amount of cum begin to flow out of my ass now that there wasn't a thick equine cock there to plug it.

I lay on my back while he lay on his side, his fingers trailing over my stomach, tracing my muscles. It was then that we heard our friends own fuck session come to an end, reaching their peaks before collapsing atop one another panting in exhaustion.

I stared at Aceh, unable to take my eyes off him. It had been a long time since I had seen him naked, and back then I was so hung up on my issues of my sexuality that I couldn't appreciate it at the time. He was a specimen of physical perfection... sure Michael and Jason were buffer and bigger, but Aceh's body was the perfect balance of strength and speed. His scars, two long scars running down from his chest into his abs and one on his right hip, were the only thing marring the perfection of his body, but they themselves gave it another quality all together. The movement of his muscles as he moved were elegant and memorising, different in the way Jason and Michael's rippled with each movement.

He shifted his gaze to me, our eyes meeting, those piercing blue eyes, and he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. This was all just... I don't think I could put it into words. This was love... it was happiness. Right now, I was truly happy. Surrounded by those I care about, in a safe place that I truly felt I could call home.

But what would happen when the time came... and they wanted to leave Zangar? This was a question I had been fighting with ever since I came here. Despite a couple of incidents, I actually enjoyed being here in Zangar, even when I wasn't with my friends. And when I was with them I felt like I belonged. When we were travelling, I had been happy but there had always been something missing... but right now I felt that I had everything. As much as I wanted it, I knew that I couldn't have both, and that put a damper on the moment.

Why did I always have to over think things like this?

Here I am, in what could truly be a perfect moment and I was depressing myself thinking about the future! Was I depressing or what? I tried to force the thoughts from my mind, to focus on the hear and now. It wasn't easy, but when Michael started to kiss me again, it got a lot easier.

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Eventually we all knew we had to get up. Nothing more happened, other than some touching and kissing, but eventually we all got up and headed for wash room. It was a small room, just big enough for the five of us to fit in without being being pressed up against one another, with a small pool of warm running water. The Anaris personal hot spring.

Another marvel of Zangarian ingenuity, and one of the luxuries of belonging to one of the Houses of Zangar*, water diverted from one of the many hot springs was directed here. We helped to wash each other, rinsing the cum and sweat from our bodies, using a soap stone that had been infused with a cool, crisp scent that reminded me of the fresh air on a sunny day.

Some how, and I'm still not sure how it happened considering the furs in the room, we managed to bathe without incident; and not have to rewash. After a time of lounging about, waiting for every ones fur to dry enough to redress, we headed to the kitchen; I was starving!

Harold had been expecting our arrival, also knowing that he had extra maws to feed, because Jovani directed us to the dining room. There was just no way for all of us to sit at the table I normally ate at in the kitchen. In the dining room Kaldor and Eric were already eating, a veritable feast was awaiting us. Nothing too fancy, lots of variety, and all of it smelling delicious.

Some porridge with honey and dried fruit. Freshly baked bread, not his usual rolls although there were some of them as well, with some sort of dried savoury vegetable through it, and hearty soup made with vegetables and a meat stock. All of it delicious, restorative and refreshing after a night of drinking and sex.

I ate till I was full, stopping myself from over eating. But Jason didn't seem to have that restraint. By the time he stopped eating his stomach was bulging and he was in some obvious discomfort. The meal had been relatively silent, all of us focused on replenishing ourselves, but once we had finished we sat and spoke about nothing in particular.

I hadn't worried about the time, truthfully after the last couple of days that I had had I was going to take it easy before getting back into things. I knew that at the very least I would have training with Aceh, but that was fine. It was probably better to let things die down out there, not that I had anything to be ashamed of, but I'm sure there was plenty of talk and gossip going round about what had happened at the hearing.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday." Kaldor said with a serious tone. "What happened when you attacked that warrior?"

I paused, trying to think what had happened, but it was kind of fuzzy. I remember being angry... really angry. I couldn't remember feeling that angry before... but I wasn't just angry... I had wanted blood.

That revelation washed over me as if I had fallen through an icy river. It hadn't been exactly the same, but it was so similar to what I had felt back when I lost control in Rengilar* it was frightening.

In Rengilar* I had been a spectator, trapped within my own body as it acted out of pure blood lust. But this time, the blood lust had taken hold of me and had driven me to attack. Was it the same thing?

"I don't know..." I said honestly, not wanting to bring up Rengilar and worry anyone. "I was just so... angry... I couldn't help myself."

"You were frickin scary bud!" Jason said. "Tossed your pops aside like he was a sack of horishmas*! No offence."

"None taken." Kaldor replied. "But I only ask because... you mentioned something like this happening to you before..."

I had told him, or at least mentioned what had happened back when Rose was killed.

"It's not the same." I said. "This time I was completely aware of what I was doing... I was in control but I was just over whelmed with anger."

"It would seem that one of your 'demons' decided to show face." Eric added, taking a puff from his pipe. "What ever had driven you to lose control in Zangar and in Rengilar still has some hold over you."

"I'm just glad Jovani stopped me before I hurt anyone."

"Too right, that dude was incredible!" Jason exclaimed. "He and Aceh were up trying to stop you before I even knew what the hell was going on!"

Jovani 'and' Aceh tried to stop me? Kaldor hadn't even mentioned Aceh. Jovani must have gotten to me first, had he had a head start or was it... could it be that Jovani was faster than Aceh? Now that just seemed impossible... but what did I really know about Jovani?

I spared a glance at the dragon standing a polite distance away from the table. What was Jovani anyway? He seemed to be an mystery wrapped in another mystery. A charming, polite drake who was as smart as any other furson I had ever met, but seemed to be as capable in a fight as any warrior. But he seemed to want nothing more than to serve my father. What about his family? I knew he had two sisters that served Callidus's family, but that was it. I knew nothing more.

"Not to mention that three of the galician* bands actually shattered..." Kaldor added, snapping me from thoughts. "I don't think that even I could over whelm the bands to that extent, they were of the highest quality."

"Although Galician bands weaken over time, the nen they absorb weakening them, like iron rusting if you leave it in the wet." Jovani added. Promting the obvious suggestion.

"Maybe they were just old?" I said, following on from Jovani's indirect suggestion. "Having already absorbed a lot of nen through use?"

"Maybe." Kaldor smiled, seemingly going to let the subject drop, but he didn't sound entirely convinced. "So what are you going to do today?"

"I'd rather not go in town... not yet."

"You don't have anything to be ashamed of." Kaldor reassured me.

"I know... but everyone will be talking... and I just don't want everyone looking at me like I'm... you know..."

"I understand." Kaldor smiled. "Take your time, things will be back to normal in no time. Trust me."

"We will train." Aceh declared. "Must stay in practice."

"I guess I can't refuse." I smiled. Training with Aceh would certainly stop me from over thinking things for a while.