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Veleth rolled his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back flex, before he leaned back onto his elbows again, eyeing the rest of the warband gathered around the campfire. Many were naked, as was he, drying off after their recent dive to search the lake for concealed passages or caves the suspected Separatists in the area might be hiding in. Legionnaire Kirrana eyed him--appreciatively, he knew, even though he couldn't see the glint in her eyes through the flames. Beside the legionnaire, Serani, their scout, nudged her.

"C'mon, sweetheart, give the poor guy a break."

Kirrana's nostrils flared, and she turned her head to the side with a huff. It was no secret that the legionnaire would have liked to have him--it was practically impossible to keep secrets within an Ash warband, after all--just as it was no secret about his preference for males. "And your cubs, they're still growing?" Kirrana obviously wanted to change the subject. Serani looked down, running her tongue over her teeth, as Veleth sat up a little to stare at her.

The only others who seemed surprised were Maroth and Zeron--Vesuvia, Jarn, and Tauron simply flicked their ears and tilted their heads, awaiting an answer. Serani stroked one paw briefly, protectively over her stomach. "Yes." Now that he knew, Veleth could see the slight curve of her belly--though it was only barely noticeable. Jarn and Tauron, identical twins, smiled at her, slightly wolfishly. She returned the smile, with a quick, playful snap in their direction. "Take it to your tents, will you?" Kirrana leveled a stare at the three. "Someone's grumpy today, legionnaire." Vesuvia smirked. Her claws only barely touched Maroth's, but the contact was there. "You're lucky Serani's in a good mood for once. Yesterday she practically bit my head off for mentioning them." "I guess I still need to apologize for that, Vesi. Sorry. It wasn't your fault." Vesuvia laughed. "I've had cubs of my own; I know how it is. Don't worry about it."

Kirrana scowled, further. "Sorry, Serani." She still stared off to the side, her ears flicking irritably. "Is someone in heat?" It was a statement of the obvious, really, since it was apparent to anyone with a working nose that both Kirrana and Vesuvia were in that_time of their cycle, but the technician never could resist needling the legionnaire, a grin on her face. Maroth leaned over and bit her at the juncture between shoulder and neck. He growled, low, so that only Vesuvia and Maroth, who sat next to him, could hear. "You want to remind _me, don't you, minx?" Vesuvia arched her neck wordlessly, glancing at Maroth out of the corner of her eyes, and the legionnaire growled at the pair. "Tent!"

"Gladly, ma'am." With a smirk, Vesuvia stood, sauntering back towards her tent with a little flick of her tail that gave Maroth and Veleth a quick glimpse of her glistening pink vulva. Working his jaw from side to side, Maroth barely spared a glance for the rest of the warband seated around the fire before he followed her, his barbed cock beginning to swell noticeably.

Veleth felt his own member twitch at the sight, and he looked away. Kirrana darted one glance at him before turning away. "Serani, Jarn, you're on first watch. I'll take the second watch with Veleth. I'll wake that pair for third." She jerked her head in the direction of Vesi and Mar's tent. "I'll stay up with Serani and that worthless lump of fur they call my brother," Tauron volunteered.

"Worthless lump yourself!" Jarn shoved him in the shoulder, and Tauron fell to the side before catching himself with a paw on the ground, grinning. All of them waited until Kirrana had disappeared before resuming conversation.

"Honestly, sometimes I think she's never had cubs." Serani shook her head. "You think she's never been with a male before?" Zeron, the youngest of the bunch, barely out of the fahrar, sounded distinctly breathless at the idea. Veleth avoided looking at him, though Serani didn't, and from the way her eyebrows arched, the idea visibly excited him. "I highly doubt it, given her age. Pretty sure she fucked our last legionnaire." The mention of Rajjen--whom Veleth had heard of but never met--gave Serani a brief pause. "Still, maybe she's never had cubs. Not that she's in bad company--I'm guessing you and Veleth haven't had any either."

"Who says I've never had any?" Veleth spoke up for the first time. The rest of the warband looked at him, Serani's eyebrows shooting up higher.

*** "Of course I wanted to remind you." Vesi was breathless as the tent flap fell closed behind Maroth and his teeth latched into her shoulder again, digging a bit deeper again this time. One paw moved to her abdomen, flicking at one of her nipples, while the other wandered lower. He found her wet and swollen, more eager than she had let on. Without hesitation, he plunged two fingers into her, taking care to keep his claws sheathed, and she mewled. The sound made his cock twitch and harden, and she flicked the base of her tail over it, her hair leaving trails in the pre-cum beginning to coat it. "Vixen. You were desperate for this, weren't you?" His voice held a touch of a growl, and he knew full well that he was the one who was desperate. "You talk too fucking much." Vesuvia turned, her green eyes glinting the darkness, and nipped just behind his ears. He dug his claws into her hindquarters as she lifted one leg over his hip and sank down on him.

Neither of them could hold back a moan. She was hot and slick, and his barbs scratched inside of her as she moved just a little, and he staggered forward to support himself with one paw on the pole in the center of the tent. In the morning, the sun would reveal deep gouges in the wood. "By the Claw, Vesi," he grunted as she tightened around him and he thrust reflexively deeper into her. Her teeth dug deeper into his skin, and he swallowed any further words, straining for air, feeling himself swell more inside of her.

Vesuvia knew she should tell him to pull out and finish elsewhere. She had little interest in swollen, sensitive nipples rubbing against her leather armor, or strange food cravings, or labor. So she really should tell him... but this is glorious, and just a few more minutes... "Vesi..." and there was a hint of warning in his tone that she knew well. Fuck it, and she mewled into his ears, "Just do it."

His teeth dug into her shoulder now, too, and her hormone-soaked body was immensely happy at what she knew was coming. She crossed her legs behind his back, pressing himself further into her, and yowled, spasms rippling through her body and cunt, her juices pouring down her lover's penis inside her. Maroth felt his cock throbbing, thrusting into her as far as possible, and spurting liquid warmth into her womb.

Panting, he rested his forehead against hers, and she grinned at him. "Just what I needed... but you're still hard." She squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he found himself still too eager. What she does to me... "Take me again." Her tone was sultry, with a purr in it. He lowered both of them to one of the furs covering the dirt floor, still inside her, and began slowly thrusting into her again, looking down into her half-lidded eyes.

***

Kirrana left one of her tent flaps open. She couldn't quite bear their company any longer, but she knew it was wise to hear what her soldiers thought of her in their unguarded moments. She had to strain her ears, but it was reasonably easy to understand them. And when Veleth mentioned that he did have cubs, the only sound was the crackling of the logs in the campfire. "And how did that happen?" The only female remaining at the campfire seemed slightly amused. "Simple enough. Threesome." The shrug was practically audible in Veleth's voice, and Kirrana closed her eyes against the mental images. "Oh, come on! Give us some more details than that!" Serani seemed determined to torture her. _Veleth, muscles rippling, cock hard, staring..._With a growl, Kirrana turned onto her stomach on her bed-furs. It wasn't just the physique she wanted, but the only member of the warband who seemed to understand her way of thinking and strategizing, who didn't seem to hate her for the way she'd taken over, killing Rajjen's brevet.

"Why do you want to know?" Veleth's voice was gruff. He never was keen on sharing much about himself.

"You never tell stories!" "You kinda don't." Either Jarn or Tauron was in agreement with their mate, probably both. "Tell us or you get to take our watch." "And if I informed the legionnaire?" Veleth's tone held a grumble. "She'd probably make you tell the story just to her!"

I would not. And yet she didn't move to stop them pressuring him, to assert her authority, to tell Veleth to go to sleep already and the twins to get out to their posts.

"Well, she insisted." "What was she like?" Zeron interrupted, eagerly. "Bandmember." Kirrana heard the sigh in Veleth's voice. "Couldn't exactly argue with her that I'd make a good father. They're good cubs. I hear good things from the fahrar." "C'mon, Vel... give us the details up front and we won't have to pry them out of you." "White pelt, brown and black patches. Kind of medium build, I guess. She wore her mane long and loose." Kirrana could envision Veleth shaking his own long, thick mane for emphasis--okay, that's not him. I just like the image. "Her name was Marisse. She always used to tilt her head to the side and narrow her eyes when she knew I was bullshitting her. We were pretty good friends--I mean, we liked each other platonically. I did, I mean." Veleth was still less than comfortable talking about himself, but he was starting to come into a sort of rhythm now. "And she obviously wanted more?" Serani's question is more a gentle nudge. "I know she wanted cubs. And I was--am, I think, a good sire." Of course he is._Kirrana couldn't help squeezing her thighs together, and she gritted her teeth together. _Damn heat.

"I, uh, we were stationed out in the Fields of Ruin, before the ceasefire was called. At the fortress we--I met Karthus. He was a rancher there, officially the logistician in charge of the food supply for the base. We had some whiskey, slept together once or twice." His voice changed, and Kirrana suppressed a sort of whine. He liked the guy, really liked him, that much was obvious, and she could _never_be him. "Marisse suggested we both sleep with her--or rather, he fuck me and I fuck her. So that was what we did."

Her whiskers twitching, Kirrana sighed, frustrated, and slid a paw underneath herself, down her stomach to her vulva, slick and swollen from her heat. "That's not detail!" Serani giggled. "You either know how it goes or you don't. I'm heading to grab some sleep before my watch." His tone said he wouldn't be persuaded to say anything further.

Suddenly uninterested in the conversation outside, Kirrana turned her head away, jamming two fingers inside herself and suppressing a whimper. He fucked a female before. He could be behind you, this could be his cock... She lifted her rump, sweeping her tail off to one side as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. Running her other paw down her stomach to her mound, she began to tease her clitoris with it.

A yowl from the neighboring tent interrupted her, and she wrinkled her muzzle with a growl. "Fiery curses on that pair." And she couldn't deny that she was jealous of Vesuvia, the one she lusted after eager to have her at any opportunity.

Kirrana tried to focus on her own pleasure again, rubbing and tweaking the little nub until it was almost painfully engorged. Veleth would take care of his mate with his paws, but his cock would be thicker. And she added a third finger, then a fourth, practically jamming her paw into herself, but as her heavy breathing took on more and more of a frustrated whine, she mumbled curses to herself as her tail thrashed. It wasn't enough.

***

Zeron couldn't say that he knew what it was like, really, or "how it went" as Veleth had put it. Not that he had any interest in knowing--the thought made any desire vanish, and he hugged himself against the slight chill of the night as he stood to make his way back to the tent he usually shared with Maroth and Veleth. But something made him stop, made him turn, as a slight whine reached his ears over the crackle and pop of the fire. The sight he caught a glimpse of through the open flap of the legionnaire's tent--Kirrana, lying on her stomach with her hindquarters in the air, obviously pleasuring himself--made him catch his breath. He felt himself growing hard, all previous conversation forgotten, as he carefully stepped closer to the tent.

He knew it would be a risk, his heart racing as he cleared his throat. But he couldn't take his eyes off of her--the usually composed, ferocious legionnaire with her paws on her pussy and her eyes screwed tightly shut--and it would be worth it. She stilled immediately as she heard him, turning her head to stare at him. He struggled to keep his nervousness out of his voice as he met her eyes. "If I could be of any assistance, legionnaire..."

Her nostrils flared, and she looked to be struggling with herself before she practically snarled at him. "Get in her and close the door behind you." Zeron could feel himself already leaking pre-cum as he stepped inside, leaving the interior of the tent shrouded in darkness as he closed the tent flap. "Get over here and lie down." Kirrana's eyes were dark pools, her pupils dilated, as she rolled onto her side and took her fingers out of herself, covered in her juices. Zeron's sense of smell was bombarded with her musk, sweet and salty and entirely intoxicating. Eagerly, his swollen cock bobbing with each movement, he settled himself down on the furs beside her.

"I said to lie down." She pushed his shoulders down as she settled herself above him, before sinking down onto him in one smooth movement. Zeron closed his eyes in bliss as her claws dug into his shoulders and her warmth enveloped him. She let out a hiss of pleasure, not hesitating to begin moving up and down on him.

He laid his paws on her hips to begin thrusting up into her better, but she pulled his paws off of her. "I said lie down! Nothing else!" Her nostrils flared as she practically snarled at him, never ceasing her movement.

He, admittedly, was more than happy to do so, to lie back and let waves of sensation wash over him. He was more than happy to simply feel the nerve endings in his barbs sing as they scraped the inside of her wet--_so wet, so hot--_cunt, as she moved ever more desperately over him. She hissed again as her claws traced a path down his chest that left him tender and sensitive and hard inside of her.

All too soon--it seemed like barely an instant later--he felt himself swelling, pulsing, letting out a low groan as he lost himself inside the legionnaire. She stilled, her face contorting, before he felt her paws on his throat. "Did you just--?" He gasped for air, suddenly ripped from his delicious stupor. "I--I thought--I couldn't help myself--I didn't think--" "No. You thought." Her voice was icy as she lifted herself off of him, her voice a growl. He could still smell her arousal, but fear quickly chased away his desire. "You thought I wouldn't mind, even though I told you to do nothing besides lie down!" She snarled at him, her muscular weight pressing down on Zeron's chest, on his throat.

Suddenly, she lifted her weight from him again, rolling onto her back on the furs beside him. "Lick me." "What?" Zeron, gasping for breath, lifted himself up on one elbow to look at her. "I'm not done. Lick me, I said." She gestured towards her vulva, still swollen and musky, now slick with both his juices and hers. "You will lick me until I'm done." "I've never--" "I don't care. And lick your--lick it out while you're at it." Her tone was harsh, as she grabbed his horn and wrenched his head down into position. Tentatively, he began to curl his tongue around the small bud, to carefully lap at her opening. The taste was strange, slightly bitter, far too salty, and he spit the liquid out. Silently, she wrenched his head back to her cunt, pressing his nose to herself with more force.

His tongue curled inside her, and he let out a breath as she let out a slow hiss. "Do that." Zeron inhaled, slowly, and licked over her vulva again. Somehow, he was relieved she hadn't killed him. And slowly, relief made way for arousal as her juices began flowing again, over his tongue and down his throat, and he felt his cock twitch and begin to grow again.

***

Veleth sighed as he ducked inside his own tent, scowling. Fuck them for making me share that. Making me remember that. And fuck this assignment, leaving me out here for weeks without a partner.

Letting out a frustrated huff, he began massaging his sheath. The tip of his penis was already peeking out, and it grew quickly as he encouraged it with quick, rough tugs and gentle pressure, cupping and massaging his balls inside their furred sack.

"Karthus..." he exhaled softly, closing his eyes as he leaned back to lie down. Long, lithe tail... burn me, that was good wrapped around me... and he could light fires with those orange eyes... can't forget his cock, how it twitched in my paws... And his own cock throbbed in his own paw as he caressed it, doing his best to remember how Karthus had run his fingers up and down it, and then his tongue, with that extra little flick over his large, barbed head...

Veleth turned his head as the flap of his tent opened and closed, and he sat up as a figure stepped inside. He did not bother to hide his scowl. "What do you want, Tauron? A little busy here." "Figured you would be." Tauron cleared his throat. "That was why I came. Can't actually say I know 'how it goes'. Theoretically, sure, but like everything else that's only half the matter." "And you want me to show you?" Veleth tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, yeah." Tauron shrugged, his yellow eyes glinting as he stared at Veleth. "Figured you'd be just about desperate for some tail, actually." Veleth curled his lip with a snort, but he wasn't in the habit of figuratively biting someone's head off for the truth. "And you're offering?" His tone held a note of incredulity he couldn't quite hide. "Figured you'd be out there tussling with Jarn for the right to fuck your pregnant mate." "Figured I'd be generous to him for a night. Pummel him another time." A slight, nervous pause, and Veleth couldn't quite keep his eyes from the tip of Tauron's cock visible above his sheath.

"Get over here, then." Veleth ran his tongue over his teeth, eyeing Tauron as he took several slow steps towards him. Tauron was fit, the quieter and more self-assured of the two black-furred brothers, attractive in his own right with his intelligent yellow eyes and his sleek, well-groomed coat. But Veleth hadn't let himself think of his bandmates in that way, not until now.

"You'll have to be more specific." Tauron grinned crookedly, though his tail flicking abruptly from side to side gave his nervousness away. "Come here and sit down." Veleth slid to the side to make room on the fur. "Make yourself comfortable. Touch yourself if you like." And he couldn't quite keep himself from stroking his cock, once or twice, as he eyed his bandmate settling down beside him.

Swallowing, Tauron leaned back and closed his eyes, softly caressing himself. It took a while, his forehead wrinkled in concentration, imagining Serani no doubt, but eventually he began to swell and harden, firm pink flesh emerging from the furry sheath that housed it. It was practically painful to wait, and though his cock throbbed insistently Veleth was determined not to touch it, busying his paws instead with persuading the knots in his partner's shoulders to relax.

"That's nice." Tauron mumbled, leaning forwards so Veleth could better reach his back, still occupied with stroking himself. Slowly, Veleth worked his was down his back, to his lower back, to massaging the muscles by his tail, and then he slipped a paw below it to press two fingers against his opening.

Tauron tensed and stilled, and Veleth nuzzled the back of his neck. "Relax. Tell me if you don't like something and I'll stop. But it feels good if you relax." And the brown-furred Charr gently massaged his anus, varying the pressure, and gently nipping Tauron's ears.

Slowly, Veleth's partner did relax again. Eventually he was able to slip in one finger, prompting something between a murmur and a grunt. Once Tauron was used to it, even clenching around his finger, Veleth added another.

That was definitely a moan. Veleth inhaled deeply, feeling his precum slowly dribble down his cock as he carefully added a third finger, twisting and curling his digits inside his partner. He relished the knowledge that Tauron was pressing back against him as he readied him.

The brown-furred Charr slowly withdrew his fingers, positioning his cock in their place. He couldn't quite hold back a groan as he rubbed his cock up and down, lubricating his partner with his own juice.

***

Tauron ground back against Veleth, surprisingly eager for whatever sensations he was willing to offer. He tensed reflexively as he felt his partner pushing inside him, slowly, and gritted his teeth. Each barb pricked as it entered him, unpleasant but strangely stimulating.

He let out a sound low in his throat as Veleth withdrew slightly and pushed in again. He felt odd, bent over, with no one below him, but he couldn't deny that it felt good, being full, especially when Veleth pushed again just that spot. His cock certainly didn't deny it, dripping without him even touching it.

Veleth must have been more wound up than he had let on, because it wasn't long before he groaned and Tauron felt a warm liquid spurting into him as Veleth throbbed and withdrew. Tauron, still hard himself, turned to see Veleth settling on his haunches, taking deep breaths.

"Sorry." The brown-furred male panted. "I meant to pull out sooner, so you didn't--" He gestured at the liquid on Tauron, and grimaced. "Don't worry about it." Tauron lifted one shoulder. "I can take a detour by the lake on my way to my tent." He caressed himself almost reflexively, thinking the detour for other reason wouldn't be such a bad idea. The motion drew Veleth's eyes to him.

"Turn around." Tauron did willingly. He was surprised when Veleth lowered his head to nuzzle him between his legs, though his exhalation did feel--practically like a caress. Tauron cleared his throat. "What are you doing?" "I won't hurt you." Veleth didn't raise his head, instead opening his mouth--wide, very wide, and lower his mouth over Tauron's cock. The warmth of his breath felt good, and his misgivings slowly melted when he realized he didn't feel the prick of any teeth. The moist, rough texture of Veleth's tongue helped, too, as he ran it across Tauron's bulbed head and then down his shaft, across the spikes, mimicking the feeling of pushing into a warm vulva.

Now it was Tauron's turn to lean back, and let his eyes close, and groan when he hadn't intended to as he felt that warm tongue twirl around him, dip down to run along the rim where his cock emerged from its furred sheath and back up to the tip again. By the Claw, that tongue... made him begin to pulse much sooner than he was prepared for.

Veleth seemed perfectly prepared for it, though, swallowing and licking him clean as Tauron panted, lights flashing behind his closed eyelids as he tried to process what had just happened. He had... liked it... fuck it, that was fantastic.

Veleth himself sat back, the beginnings of a self-satisfied smile playing on his muzzle. "Did you like that?" "Fifteen flaming fucks, you're seriously asking me that?" Tauron kept his eyes closed. "Courtesy thing." The brown-furred Charr sat forward. "I don't like to assume." Tauron nodded slowly, opening his eyes again. His partner's eyes gleamed in the lack of light. "That was good." "I could say the same." Veleth ran his tongue over his teeth, as if licking his mouth clean.

Inhale, exhale. "I guess I should get back to my own tent." "If you want." Veleth lay back on the fur, making himself comfortable to sleep, but Tauron could see his eyes on him. He began to duck out of the tent, but paused. "You mind me visiting you again some night?" "No." Veleth closed his eyes, curling into his furs. As Tauron ducked out of the cabin, he found the corners of his mouth slanting up in the hint of a smile.

***

"You know they're all fucking, right?" Serani smirked to herself as she ducked into her tent to retrieve her leather coat. A slight nip was creeping into the night air, and she could feel her pores tightening and her fur standing up. "You're kidding me." Jarn followed her inside, his own coat already slung over his shoulders and held together in the front only by a thin belt. He gently bit the small of her back as she bent over to pick up her coat and slid one arm into the sleeve. "Kirrana won't let anyone fuck her, Zeron's probably a virgin and Vel's beating his meat all by his lonesome."

"Well, you'd be wrong there. Tauron headed to Vel's tent just now."

Jarn's jaw gaped. "You're fucking with me." "Nope." Serani popped the 'p' with relish, buttoning her coat. "And I'm glad for it. He'd have probably wanted to fuck me otherwise." "Hey, you've got someone else who wants to fuck you." Jarn nuzzled the back of her neck again, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Serani took ahold of his paws and pried them apart. "We have watch." "No one says the only thing we're supposed to do is watch." "Yeah, and we'd be really concentrated on watching." Serani smirked, dancing out of his reach and slipping through the opening of the tent. With a slight, frustrated growl, Jarn followed her.

"Watch. Other side of the camp." Serani gestured with a claw. "Hey. He got you last night." "And I'm not in the mood tonight. Watch." Serani's tone took on a patronizing touch, well-practiced from her previous litters.

"Not fucking fair." "Then maybe you should've hooked up with Veleth instead." Serani tossed her mane as she turned to head towards the outskirts of their small camp. Jarn could hear the smirk in her voice. "I couldn't have, since I happen to have fucking WATCH right now!" "That's the spirit!" Serani's voice grew fainter as she drew away from him, towards the other side of the camp.

Working his jaw from side to side, Jarn found a rock to lean against. He dug his claws into the stone, dragging them along so they felt as if they were being pulled out by the roots, to distract him from the warm, insistent throbbing between his legs as his eyes roved over the dark landscape.