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Velvet & Bone – The Hairy Fig

© 2025 Bruno Hirschkoff

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Part 3

Sequel of “A Father’s Praise”

Content Warning: This story includes Lukyan the wolf describing his experience of living cloistered in a monastery, including religious trauma, sexual abuse and punitive circumcision. It also includes Kristian the elk describing his non-punitive circumcision, which he remembers occurring. This occurs in a scene which also depicts Lukyan’s trauma-induced hypersexuality. I have attempted to walk a fine line here between honest and vulnerable discussion, an empathetic depiction of how Lukyan processes those events in his earlier life, and how Kristian’s circumcision has influenced his self-esteem and sexual identity. The purpose of this scene is to explore these characters overcoming internalised negativity related to circumcision. I understand that many people have traumatic experiences on comparable levels, so I would urge you to use your discretion as to whether you read on. Nothing in this, or any, of my stories is intended to fetishise or glorify any kind of sexual abuse, nor is it intended to fetishise circumcision. All characters described in this story are consenting adults at the time of the story’s setting, and are depicted as adults at the time of the events they describe in their flashbacks.

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Stillwater Cove, 1420AD

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Kristian & Lukyan

Rhell’s private room was lavishly appointed with silks and tapestries on the walls and draped from the heavy beams, woven carpets on the wooden floors and an enormous, intricately carved bed with a thick, luxurious mattress, numerous pillows and sheets of fine cotton. It had its own privy, equally luxurious and clean, and several large lounges arranged around a small brazier. Two glazed windows looked out over the rooftops of Stillwater Cove, and several oil lamps illuminated the room. Lukyan hurriedly moved around the space lighting the lamps with a candle he’d pilfered from the landing outside, and then returned his full attention to Kristian.

Kristian had little time to take in the fineries of the room, nor much care for it. His entire attention was consumed by the tall, slender wolf with whom he finally_ _had complete privacy. He watched Lukyan as he flitted from lamp to lamp, then blew out the candle.

“Lukyan, this is… magnificent,” Kris said.

“Not as magnificent as you,” Lukyan returned without a moment’s hesitation.

Lukyan stepped in close to Kristian, and the elk automatically brought his hands to rest on the wolf’s slender hips. He felt a tremor of excitement tingle up his spine as the Lupa man’s dextrous fingers found the lacings of his leggings once more, this time with clear intent and nothing to get in his way. Lukyan untied them, and then unlaced the elk’s tunic, and pushed the garment off over Kristian’s shoulders. Lukyan’s breathing was once more shaky and elevated, Kristian noticed, and this time, Kristian had no intentions of teasing him any further. The wolf’s eyes were all over him, and Kris subtly puffed out his chest at the attention.

Lukyan leaned into him, pulling their bodies close, and Kris tilted his head aside to expose his neck to the wolf’s tender nibbling. He fumbled with the toggles down the front of Lukyan’s undershirt, and then pushed the garment off. Their shared heat rose once more, and Kris felt Lukyan’s lips move from his neck, upward along his jawline to his lips. He kissed the wolf tenderly, with rapidly rising passion; felt him tremble and wag, and heard him whimper with excitement.

“You’re so excited for this, aren’t you?” Kris murmured.

“Do you wish me to stop?” Lukyan lilted breathlessly, dragging his tongue across Kristian’s throat, and trailing his fingertips down the elk’s chest.

“Dytaea’s hooves, no…”

Lukyan whimpered at that. Then he sank to his knees. Kristian groaned softly, and affectionately fondled Lukyan’s ears. The warmth of Lukyan’s breath transmitted with ease through the thin, loose fabric of Kristian’s leggings, with his snout pushed firmly into Kristian’s crotch, breathing him in through the cloth. Lukyan’s nose pushed Kristian’s penis side to side within its confinement until it no longer hung, but strained at the fabric so tautly that Kris could clearly see details of his glans through it. Then Lukyan brought one hand up, squeezed him firmly for a moment, and cupped him to his cheek.

“Arahan’s robes, you smell divine…” Lukyan murmured. “You harden so easily… so quickly… and it is so erect… has it been long since you last spilled yourself?”

Kristian’s ears flicked back and then forward again, recalling the intense taboo of the previous night’s releases… all three of them. “I… no, no it hasn’t been long… Last night, in truth. But after everything that has happened today with you, it feels as though it has been many days…”

Lukyan’s eyes narrowed slightly and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as though he were reading Kristian’s mind. The wolf rose slowly to his paws once more, and Kristian chuckled to see a sizeable, fresh wet patch in his summer pants.

His ice-blue eyes, half lidded, gazed into Kristian’s own, and then their lips met in a needful and urgent kiss. Their bodies ground and pushed together, and Lukyan stepped forward, pressing Kristian backward one step, then another, until his fetlock bumped the edge of Rhell’s luxurious bed. Kristian slid his arms around Lukyan’s slender waist and pulled the wolf down onto the bed on top of him. Lukyan grunted and landed on his elbows over Kris, who kissed him passionately. He ground forward against Kristian firmly, two clothed spires sliding and flicking past one another. Kristian fumbled with, and eventually released, the red sash from around his waist. Lukyan squirmed slightly and rendered assistance - as it turned out, the red sash also formed the wolf’s loincloth, and with it removed, the only clothing he wore were those damp, precum-stained light summer pants. Kristian allowed his fingers to linger on the wolf’s hips, then traced them inward to the bronze clasp of his pants. Then he loosened the lacings, and grinned cheekily.

“What’s that look for?” Lukyan asked breathlessly.

“I have been wondering all day, since you mentioned in my home that you, too, have been circumcised…”

“Then wonder no longer, my prince…”

The wolf rose up on his knees over Kristian, and pressed the elk’s hand down the front of his unlaced summer pants. Kristian felt a rush of arousal and a tight throb in his already-erect member as his fingers bumped Lukyan’s cock, skin on skin, for the very first time. It was hot, hard, engorged and rigid, but felt like nothing Kristian had ever held before. His fingers wandered its shape, feeling its swollen, bulbous root, its pointed tip, the absence of a clearly defined glans, and the way it rhythmically shot small, watery jets of precum on his wrist and up his arm. His confusion must have been evident on his face, because Lukyan chuckled quietly.

“Have you not yet noticed, even after feeling it up today, that mine is of quite a different shape and form to yours? I am Lupa Incultus, Kristian. My cock is the shape of a wild wolf’s, not that of yours or Sammael’s.”

“Truly? Show me…”

Kristian withdrew his hand from Lukyan’s pants, reached behind the wolf, gripped his buttocks in both hands, and pulled him upward until he straddled his chest. Lukyan yelped, but eagerly complied. Fresh, rhythmic streaks of wetness further dampened the thin fabric, and Kris nuzzled into it, feeling its heat and hardness and the rhythmic throb against his muzzle. It was intensely erotic, and the wolf’s sexual scent filled his lungs, concentrated by repeatedly drying in the fabric of his pants, only to be awakened again the next time he leaked into them.

Slowly, with Lukyan’s groin in his face, Kristian unlaced the wolf’s pants, and reached inside them once more to pull him free. His lupine cock flicked free to bob in front of Kristian’s muzzle, painting it with his thin, rhythmic jets of precum. A soft squeeze elicited a much heavier squirt that splattered the elk’s muzzle, and Kristian groaned in arousal.

“Oh Luk, look at it… this is beautiful,” he mumbled.

Lukyan’s tail wagged rapidly and he whined, caressing Kristian’s hair between his antlers. “You think so?”

“Mmh. It’s such a different shape to anything I’ve ever seen. I… I can’t even tell… how is it… you said you had been circumcised? How?”

Lukyan flexed his cock, making its slightly spongy crown swell briefly against Kristian’s muzzle, and rose up a little over the elk.

“Do you see this scar, here in my fur?” He parted the thick, soft fur above the base of his penis with his fingers.

Kristian was confused. “Yes, but…”

“Ordinarily, a Lupa Incultus has a soft, furred sheath which contains the entire penis, suspended from the abdomen by a web of skin. The scar on my belly is where that web once was. That is common enough, among my people. But in my case, my entire sheath was also taken.”

Kristian had no reference to what an un-circumcised lupine penis might look like, and Lukyan continued. “While we have some… obvious differences, I would imagine, the sheath on a Lupa Incultus is similar to a Seilyrian’s foreskin. It was Sammael, funnily enough, who pointed that out to me. Our circumcisions, assuming that yours is the Arahanic style, are very similar.”

As he spoke, Lukyan began masturbating, tentatively at first, as if Kristian might be disgusted or pull away. He did nothing of the sort, and instead watched closely, gently stroking Lukyan’s hip. The wolf’s body trembled, and he began a slow, firm twist of his hand behind the swollen, bulbous root of his penis, which caused his knot to thicken and swell yet further, until it was fully half the size of his clenched fist. It was accompanied by another of those thicker, heavier squirts, then another, and another. Kristian stared at Lukyan’s cock, drinking in the sight of the organ he’d felt against him and in his hand over clothing so many times that day. The wolf’s rhythmic squirts increased in frequency and volume, streaking across Kristian’s muzzle, and he automatically parted his lips to taste them.

Lukyan playfully teased the tip of his cock along Kristian’s lips, and the elk pressed his tongue out along the underside of the organ.

“Even without my sheath, my tip is quite sensitive… when I am… this aroused,” Lukyan said breathily, continuing to twist and squeeze behind his engorged knot.

“Is it sensitive when you are not erect, as well?” Kris asked, and heard a slight tremble of arousal in his own voice, which Lukyan clearly also heard, judging by the way his ears flicked forward and a smile crossed his features.

He nodded. “Yes, sometimes it is… distracting, to feel it move inside my clothing when I walk. And…my knot as well. Even when it is not swollen at all, it is a noticeable feature, and is always sensitive… a few squeezes is all it takes, and my knot will harden and I start to squirt.”

Kristian teased his lips around Lukyan’s tip, feeling the slight spongy texture of it when squeezed. “I… I can relate to it always being sensitive… noticing it in clothing… I remember that clearly after being circumcised,” Kristian said.

Lukyan’s head tilted and he frowned in concern. “You do?”

“Aye. My brother and I both. After we healed, I very clearly remember how sensitive we were at first.”

Lukyan whimpered softly and a thicker jet of fluid spritzed over Kristian’s face. Kris tilted his muzzle and sensually kissed along the underside of Lukyan’s penis, and over his tip. The wolf grunted and shook.

“Even now,” Kristian continued, “I am often very aware of the head of my cock inside my clothing, moving around. It… it is nice, but the irony is it can be difficult to feel as much as I used to, sometimes, and I need to work it to get anywhere… much like you are, with your knot.”

Lukyan trembled again and squeezed harder than usual behind his knot, causing his penis to pulse visibly and glisten with tautness. Kristian was surprised to find that it was intensely erotic, to discuss such an intimate and rarely acknowledged experience so calmly with the wolf while he pleasured himself. He’d discussed his circumcision with Sammael as well, of course, but that conversation had been driven by Sammael’s fetish for it, not by a shared sensory experience.

“When did yours happen?” Kris prompted Lukyan.

The wolf’s ears flicked back, but Kristian noticed that he did not stop masturbating. Indeed he appeared to edge, in the next moments. He paused his rhythmic twisting and his hips jolted, and Kristian caressed the firm, pointed tip of Lukyan’s penis with his lips, closely observing his technique and tasting his emission, which was briefly a lot thicker and stringier.

“M-mine… I… was not a pleasant time,” the wolf admitted.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Kris said, caressing Lukyan’s hip with one hand.

“Nnnh… no… I… I was raised cloistered in the monastery at Ealgith’s Landing, the forbidden child of the Bishop of Bàgh Saffir… My people, the Lupa Incultus, don’t often circumcise in my style. Only Arahanic clergy, mostly. And even then, it is not always observed. Some of the monks in the cloister were… not as abstinent as our faith demands of them, and it was not long after I came of age and began sleeping in the dormitories with them, that I was led to self-discovery.”

Kristian’s eyes rose in curiosity tinged with concern, and he gave Lukyan a gentle squeeze, with both hands on his hips this time. And, on a whim, he took a few dewclaws of Lukyan’s penis into his mouth and sucked on it, firmly sliding his tongue along its underside and his dental pad along its topside. Lukyan whined.

“K-keep doing that…” Lukyan whimpered. “I need to cum for you…”

Kristian’s ears pricked forward. Lukyan’s hand gripped roughly behind his swollen knot, and he brought his other hand down to caress Kristian’s hair. Arousal, already high, surged in Kristian and he felt himself throb in his leggings, and a burning heat and pressure rise along his shaft. He ground his hips upward, sliding himself along the inside of his leggings, and gripped himself firmly over the fabric with one hand. He curled his other hand around Lukyan’s shaft, and found it to be dry, hot and rigid. He groaned heatedly, and pushed his mouth further down Lukyan’s penis, sliding his tongue along the pointed tip. Lukyan’s fluids were thin and slightly bitter, very much different from Kristian’s own.

Lukyan whined and Kris felt his tail wagging across his legs, and abruptly, his hips jolted. Kris felt the wolf’s cock pulse, just once. Luk trembled and gripped behind his knot with both his hands, and thrust his hips shallowly.

Then the wolf gave a thin, strangled whine, a deeply suppressed howl, and Kris tasted a flurry of warm, rhythmic jets across his tongue. The elk squirmed beneath him, gazing up at him with lust and adoration while he urgently palmed himself over his leggings. His orgasm lasted half a dozen breaths, and Lukyan released his grip on his knot as it passed. To Kristian’s surprise though, his knot did not disgorge in the slightest, and nor did the rhythmic squirts of clear, watery fluid cease. The elk squeezed himself roughly through his leggings, then forced himself to let go. Lukyan gave him a warm, happy smile, and shuffled slowly downward along Kristian’s body. His warm breath washed across the elk’s face, and Kris found his hands naturally resting on Lukyan’s slender buttocks. The wolf’s penis, still just as hard and knotted, rested gently alongside his own, still trapped in his clothing, and Kris felt Lukyan’s post-ejaculate soaking through the fabric to his fur as the burn of pleasure subsided in his own member. He’d felt close to climax himself, but he knew his anatomy well enough to know that getting there would not have been guaranteed, had he not stopped touching himself.

Lukyan tenderly licked some of his own emission from Kristian’s face, then kissed him deeply. Kris pushed his tongue softly against Lukyan’s, and slid his hands firmly up the wolf’s back. He could feel the dense mat of whip scars that covered his body, puckered and furless, and saw a flash of concern in Lukyan’s eyes. Kristian knew they were there, but not how numerous they were. His heart ached internally for the wolf, but he was beginning to understand that sexuality was the language that would bring him closest to Lukyan. He traced the wolf’s scars with his fingertips delicately for a moment, but did not mention them verbally. Instead, he flashed the wolf a little smile, and very gently pressed downward on his shoulders. It was the barest of signals, but Lukyan’s eyes lit up.

Slowly, the wolf worked his way down Kristian’s body. His lips and teeth were never still, and he explored every inch of the elk on his way down. Collarbones, pectorals, nipples. He paused there, brushing his fingers around one while he plucked at the other with his lips, making Kristian moan quietly and tangle his fingers in Lukyan’s long, dark hair. To his surprise, even as he continued downward, Lukyan continued his story.

“The monks… showed me a lot. They were kind, mostly, at night. That was when they were affectionate. They would hold me, caress me, kiss me, and press their bodies against mine. They would move my hands under their robes, put their hardened rods into my hands, coaching me how to make them feel nice. Against my buttocks, or between my thighs, where they would often spill themselves in my fur. Sometimes they would even give me their gifts into my mouth, where their desire would be most obvious, spilling plentifully for me, showing me how much they enjoyed my company. I grew to love those moments. I knew how to make them feel good, and making them feel good made them hold me and love me.”

Kristian’s heart hammered in his chest. What Lukyan was describing was abusive, no doubt about that, but it also aroused him to hear the tremble of excitement in the wolf’s voice, and to know how he thought of those memories of his young-adulthood. It must have been terribly confusing for a wolf who until that time had been cloistered away in near total isolation. Lukyan left a trail of kisses down Kristian’s body, over his tummy, until he was tracing the elk’s hips with his claw tips and had his muzzle poised at the waistband of his leggings.

“Keep going, Lukyan. I want to hear more.”

The wolf whined and hugged Kristian as best he could from that position. He tugged the laces of Kristian’s leggings open further, and continued.

“I began to seek their attention that way. Every night. Sometimes I would try several monks. They were not always receptive, and if I was rejected that only made me more desperate to find someone who would love me. My favourites were Francio and Velusian. An older goat, and an acolyte marten closer to my own age, who was also newly introduced into the adults’ dormitories. They were so pious and chaste during the day, and I secretly knew they were so because I helped to relieve their bodily urges at night. Eventually, once they knew they had my silence and confidence, I began wanting them to put their rods inside me, under my tail. At first that hurt a lot, but I learned to relax, and to lubricate them with my mouth first, and it hurt less.”

Slowly, Lukyan began to work Kristian’s leggings downward, and the elk helpfully lifted his hips. Lukyan pulled the garment down beneath his buttocks, and then very slowly, reverently, lifted the front up and over the straining bulge of Kristian’s erect penis. He paused his story to savour the moment, giving his full attention to the exposition of Kristian’s cock. His eyes focused on the elk’s circumcised Seilyrian rod, with its taut, exposed, bell-shaped glans and thick shaft of dusky pink skin, paler between his glans and scar.

“Oh, Kristian,” he murmured, gazing longingly on it. “It is even more beautiful up close than I thought it would be. Your glans is such a wonderful shape, so swollen, and… you have been circumcised very tightly.”

“Aye, I know it,” Kris chuckled.

“I don’t doubt it for a moment.”

Gently, Lukyan curled his hand around Kristian’s cock, near the base, and pulled upwards towards the ridge of his glans. There was barely any movement of the skin, so rigid was the elk, although it did cause a thick dewdrop of precum to emerge from his shiny, taut tip and string downward into his belly fur.

“My desire began to take over my days as well,” Lukyan continued. “During prayers, I would touch myself under my robe, to make my knot to thicken inside my sheath. Then I would unsheathe it and trap it between my thighs and try to climax without anyone realising. I was caught three times. The first time, the abbot spoke to me harshly and threatened me, but I knew he did not mean his words, because he was one of the monks who sometimes sought my company at night when his rod was stiff and he could not abstain any longer. The second time, they whipped me for the first time for my transgression. Two days later, the monk who held the whip sought me out and held me all night and cried and apologised and begged for my forgiveness until his voice was lost. I repaid his kindness by allowing him to fill my mouth with his seed, and he reciprocated by holding my knot until I ejaculated for him, too. That was the first time anyone else made me climax…”

As he spoke, Lukyan’s voice trembled, and Kristian noticed he was masturbating again, even as he mouthed and stroked and caressed Kristian’s penis. The elk gazed at the wolf adoringly, and gently raised his chin to make eye contact.

“Turn around over me, Luk, I want to taste you some more while you continue.”

Lukyan wagged like a puppy, and complied immediately, eagerly. He carefully swung around and straddled Kristian’s head, and the elk positioned his antlers with immense care. From there, he had a view not only of Lukyan’s throbbing, engorged penis, but also of the underside of his dark-furred, velvety balls, his pulsing taint, and his pink, winking hole, into which those monks had deposited their ‘love.’ Kristian nuzzled heatedly alongside Lukyan’s knot, breathing in deeply, and felt the wolf’s rhythmic squirts soak through the fur of his neck quickly. He took hold of Lukyan’s knot and held it gently, swiping his tip along his cheek, and felt Lukyan’s breath over his exposed glans.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself, normally,” Lukyan said, reaching for Kristian’s right hand and pulling it to his own cock.

“I ah… I cannot do it with a dry hand,” he said softly. “When I am in rut, I get wet enough naturally, but when I am not, it is… harder.” he said.

Lukyan took the elk’s wrist and Kris immediately felt warm wetness in his palm as Lukyan did so for him. Then he felt the wolf’s warm, wet tongue around his glans briefly, accompanied by a thickening of the wolf’s knot and a thick, heavy pulse of clear fluid. Kris groaned in arousal and wrapped his wet palm around himself, and twisted it around his glans to moisten it. Then he began to masturbate for his new lover, a firm, twisting, milking technique focused entirely on his glans, that caused his balls immediately to rise and clench and his hips to jolt.

“The third time they caught me,” Lukyan continued shakily, with his hands tenderly stroking Kristian’s thighs, “it was not one of the kind, loving monks. It was one of my father’s loyalists, those who were charged with ensuring I remained cloistered while I was growing up, and under the Bishop’s control once I had grown. My father found out about it – about all of it. And he had my sheath cut. It was not a nice experience. One of my father’s loyalists held the blade. They might have simply slit my sheath, or taken a half of it, but my father specifically ordered it to be done how it is, to ensure it would always be exposed and make it ‘impossible to sin,’ as the monks put it.”

Kristian winced sympathetically, and his hand faltered, his arousal fleeing momentarily from Lukyan’s graphic description. He tilted his head carefully between the wolf’s thighs, until he could see the scar around the base of his cock and up his pubic pad. He traced it with his fingertips, and heard Lukyan whine softly.

“After that,” Lukyan continued, “all they could do was lock me in the pillory, or whip me if they accused me of any sinful lust, of tempting the monks, or of sacrilege in the hallowed halls of faith. But I could not stop. I could never stop seeking the love and affection of the monks, and while during the day they barely spoke to me or acknowledged me, by night they continued to hold me and touch me and love me, and once my scars healed, they would sometimes suck me, as well.”

Relating his story clearly had a strong effect on Lukyan. Kristian let go of himself. “Hey. Turn around, come here…”

The wolf raised up his body and peered down at Kristian beneath himself with a look of worry on his face. Kristian chuckled and gently squeezed Lukyan’s knot.

“I want to kiss you, you dolt.”

Lukyan complied. He lay over Kristian, and tenderly licked some of his own emissions out of the elk’s facial fur. Kristian tenderly enclosed the wolf in his arms and brought their lips together in a soft and tender kiss. He held Lukyan tightly, squeezing his body compassionately as if to protect him from that which had already occurred.

“You have endured so much,” Kris mumbled thickly.

Lukyan exhaled shakily, and Kris saw wetness glistening in his eyes, matching his own. He squeezed the wolf all the tighter, and kissed his eyelids, and then kissed his lips once more when Lukyan began to apologise.

“I am honoured you told me this,” Kris said. “For sharing so much. Thank you. I understand, I think, now.”

“Sex is the language of love, to me,” Lukyan said. “It is… all things. It needs no words.”

Lukyan kissed him again, delicately and slowly, and Kristian savoured the shaky quality of his breath, the tactility of his tongue, and the sharpness of his teeth grazing his lips. He pressed his muzzle upward, tangling the fingers of one hand in Lukyan’s hair while the other slid down over his back, past the base of his tail, to grasp one of his slender buttocks. It was a perfect fit in his hand, and Kristian squeezed and kneaded it. Lukyan’s cock had slickened a palm-sized patch of his belly fur, and Kristian gasped to feel the wolf’s hand surround both of their members. Kris had softened slightly, but Lukyan’s touch caused him to return to full erection in moments.

Lukyan’s tail wagged rapidly and his breath huffed warmly across Kristian’s face. The elk’s heart felt like it would burst, so adorable was Lukyan’s display of affection, both sexual and otherwise. Kris moved the hand in Lukyan’s hair downward between their bodies, and captured the wolf’s knot. He held it and squeezed, and Lukyan gave a quiet growl.

“Treat it just the way you were treating your glans, just now,” he murmured. “I need to cum for you again…”

Kristian’s ears perked. “Again?”

Lukyan nodded. “It… I need it… often…”

“Dytaea’s hooves, you are… so arousing…” Kris mumbled, grinding roughly upward through Lukyan’s hand.

The wolf whined again and his grip tightened.

“How often did you touch yourself under your robe during prayers?”

“Seven services every day… seven times. Not including the night times…” Lukyan said.

“And you can just… do it that often without it hurting? And you can still stay hard?”

“I have a baculum,” Lukyan said with a wink. “It is never truly ‘soft.’ Even when I cannot get an erection, my knot can be treated in ways that make me ejaculate.”

Kristian trembled in arousal. “Cum on my cock, Lukyan… it’s drying out…”

Lukyan suckled erotically on Kristian’s lower lip. Kris felt the wolf’s palm cup around both of their tips; Kristian’s round glans, and Lukyan’s pointed tip, which continued to emit those rhythmic, thin squirts of pre-ejaculate. Quickly, Kristian’s cock was slick and wet, and the elk rolled his hips to grind his head into the wolf’s palm. At the same time, he gripped roughly behind Lukyan’s knot and began to twist it, tenuously at first but with increasing vigour and roughness when Lukyan begged him to do so. The wolf’s body trembled over his, and Kristian delicately swiped the fingers of his other hand along the inner side of Lukyan’s buttock, feeling velvety warmth through his much thinner fur there. The wolf’s knot pulsed in his hand, and his eyes clenched shut. With very little other warning, he climaxed again. Kristian circled his fingertip around Lukyan’s hole, and felt both the rhythmic warm squirts of semen soaking his cock and dripping into his belly fur, and the muscular contractions of his orgasm transmitted through his fluttering ring. Lukyan’s eyes opened again, and Kris felt the wolf’s hand focus entirely on his cock, smearing his own semen around the elk’s circumcised head.

Then Lukyan released him briefly, just long enough for them to switch positions. Lukyan laid on his back on Rhell’s bed, and beckoned Kristian to climb over him. The elk rose to his knees, and carefully straddled the wolf’s slender body. Lukyan’s hands were immediately on his hips, guiding him upward, until Kristian felt Lukyan’s cock bump the underside of his buttocks and leave its telltale wetness to mark its passage.

“Luk, I have never…”

The wolf saw the uncertainty on Kristian’s face, and smiled warmly, knowingly. “Then I shall not. Have no fear, I shall never do anything to you that you do not wish.”

Lukyan caressed his thumb along Kristian’s hip, and once more curled his right hand, slick with the wolf’s own emissions, around Kristian’s cock. The elk exhaled softly and flexed, and felt Lukyan’s hand squeeze in reply. He pushed forward, and fell forward over Lukyan, his hands on either side of the wolf’s head. Their breath mingled in the space between their muzzles, framed by Kristian’s hair, which cascaded around his face. His hips gyrated, moving of their own accord, driving his slickened cock through Lukyan’s undeniably skilled grip. The wolf he clearly been observing closely, earlier, for he twisted and tugged on Kristian’s glans in precisely the way he did, himself. His other hand dropped to the elk’s balls, cupping them delicately, and then curled around the root of his cock, pulling backward to tighten his already taut skin. Kristian grunted and felt a spark of pleasure in the core of his glans, and focused on it as hard as he could, trying to ignite that spark into a flame. He thrust roughly, flexed hard, and hissed through his lips in frustration.

“Do not rush it, Kristian,” Lukyan murmured, his voice trembling with arousal. “Tell me about your circumcision.”

Kristian’s mind whirled. No one had ever asked him about it in such a way. Sammael had projected himself and his own fetish by emphasising their difference. Kristian took a long moment to gather his thoughts.

“It happened some years ago,” Kris began. He rolled his hips, pushing himself through Lukyan’s hand. “I and Dieter, my twin brother, were becoming more active, you know?”

“I know very well, Kristian,” Lukyan breathed. “Very, very well. Why were you cut?”

“My brother and I both had tight skin. Very tight. It was often painful.”

Lukyan gently rolled his hips, sliding his cock upward between Kristian’s buttocks while he continued to masturbate the elk. “That is not uncommon. I have been with Seilyrians whose foreskins could not be made to expose their glans. And I believe the skin remains attached to the glans often into young-adulthood, which can be painful at first. But mostly it releases on its own, with time and regular use.”

“So the medicar said, I recall. Ours was not attached in that way,” Kristian said. “The skin itself could move, but the very tip would not, and it would sometimes tear and bleed, and became scarred.”

“Ahh, I see,” the wolf said.

He took a long moment to closely inspect Kristian’s penis, lifting it and experimentally pushing his thumb firmly towards its tip along the underside, in the V-shaped cleft beneath Kristian’s glans. The elk gasped softly. Lukyan licked his lips.

“Many men who have had their foreskins cut retain a very sensitive spot right here,” Lukyan said. “Yours is… visibly perfectly smooth, there is no ‘string’ for me to pluck, but that sensitivity is there… deep inside. Keep going.”

Kristian pushed firmly forward and felt Lukyan pull backward tightly on his shaft skin at the same time. The pressure on his scar caused a heated throb in the root of his cock. Lukyan held his hand there and stared at Kristian’s shiny, taut glans, and gently brought his other hand up to delicately brush his dry fingertips around the ridge of Kristian’s glans. Kristian groaned and flexed.

“We were taken to Sparrowforge Abbey,” Kristian said. “The Stillwater Cove medicar was a monk on rotation out of that place. Gods, Luk, how do you do that? You’re barely touching me and it feels… nngh…”

“So that is how you knew of the politics of Sparrowforge!” Lukyan exclaimed, ignoring the elk. “Because that is where you were circumcised?”

Kristian grunted and nodded. “Afterwards… well, healing took some time, but… I got my first rut only a few months later… Oh fuck, keep doing that.”

Lukyan licked his lips. “Really? What does rut feel like? What did your first feel like?”

Lukyan squeezed gently around the root of Kristian’s penis, holding his skin perfectly taut, and continued to very slowly, with a featherlight touch, stimulate the elk’s exposed glans and frenular cleft with his fingertips. Kristian’s hips shook and trembled, and he rose up to kneel upright over Lukyan, thrusting his hips forth such that his cock speared forward over Lukyan’s chest, inches from the wolf’s muzzle. Lukyan panted in arousal, and Kristian felt the wolf gyrate his hips beneath him, thrusting his knotted member into open air. On instinct, Kristian reached back and slid his fingers beneath Lukyan’s knot, gripping it like a doorknob and squeezing it firmly in his palm. Lukyan yelped and humped into his grip.

“Rut… it consumes you. It becomes the only thing you can think of. Like a kind of madness, except it is a madness for the release of lust, a desperate urgency to feel it over and over. I remember being… so aware of my cock all the time, always there, always hard, and for the first time, it was a good kind of painful when it was hard. It… it constantly… felt… so very close to how you are making it feel right now… fuck… Like I was constantly on the verge of climax.”

“You feel that way right now?”

Kristian nodded and humped roughly into Lukyan’s hands. The wolf skilfully moved with him, maintaining a constant pressure around Kristian’s base, and that tantalising tease of his glans. Precum oozed thickly into the wolf’s palm, but Kristian did not need its lubricity. His cock had dried out once more, rendering it silky and altering its sensation.

“Luk, I don’t know if I can climax from this…” Kris mumbled. “it feels… so good, but…”

“Shh. Stop it. It does not matter whether or not you climax. Focus on the sensation. Nothing more. But… Arahan’s robes, keep holding my knot…”

“Do you want to cum for me again?” Kristian asked.

Lukyan whined loudly and Kristian felt his cock pulse in his hand, and replied by squeezing his knot roughly and tugging upward on its underside. Then he curled his hand around Lukyan’s root behind it, gripping it and awkwardly twisting his grip in a simulacrum of the technique Lukyan had used on himself earlier. The wolf’s breath caught in his throat and even his steady, skilled touch faltered. His hips thrust powerfully, and Kristian felt his swollen, pointed tip nudge between his buttocks. The elk licked his lips, which suddenly felt dry and hot, and leaned down to bring his lips within inches of Lukyan’s, sharing the wolf’s heated, elevated breaths.

“Do it, Lukyan… mark me with it… I want to feel it…”

Lukyan’s hands trembled on Kristian’s cock, and the elk felt him steeple his fingers over the tip of it, such that when he pushed forward, his warm, dry glans met Lukyan’s soft palm. The wolf captured it in the soft web between his thumb and palm, and very firmly, very slowly, twisted his grip. Kristian made a guttural noise and trembled. His loins were afire with a pleasure he never thought he could feel outside of his rut, and he erotically swiped Lukyan’s wet, pointed tip along the cleft of his buttocks, then lodged it against the taut ring of his entrance. Lukyan quivered beneath him and abruptly ejaculated. His hips jolted and his body convulsed yet again, and Kristian felt hot, slippery fluid pulsing rhythmically from Lukyan’s cock, messily splattering upward against his tailbase and dribbling down to drip from the back of his balls onto Lukyan’s tummy.

His mouth fell open. Kristian’s breath caught in his chest. His heart hammered, and his entire body felt tense. He was tantalisingly close to the edge of his own climax, but could not form the words to tell Lukyan. He need not have worried. The wolf could read him like a book. His hands maintained a steady and predictable rhythm, and sure enough, that burning intensity built and built in Kristian’s groin, becoming a roaring inferno, before seeming to ooze along the length of his achingly stiff penis. A slow, lazy drool of opaque semen dribbled from his urethra into Lukyan’s palm, and the wolf immediately changed his technique, using Kristian’s pre-ejaculate to wetly stimulate his entire glans in his palm. He twisted and milked it, staring right down the eye of the organ, and Kristian climaxed.

He bleated with primal lust. His hips jolted and convulsed violently, and a heavy, powerful eruption of semen blasted forth to splash hotly across Lukyan’s face. Then another, and another, each separated by only half a heartbeat – a rapid flurry of sticky, stringy ropes of lust that streaked up the wolf’s chest and neck and face. Lukyan made a noise of unparalleled lust and held his mouth open wide to catch as much of it as he could, until the elk’s prostate was drained and his balls, which had clenched up hard to his base, once again fell into their velvety pouch.

*

Lukyan lost track of time. He did not know for how long he lay there beneath Kristian, coated with the elk’s emissions. Kristian was speechless, breathless, his pelt matted with patches of sweat, precum and semen, and several minutes after the elk’s powerful climax, Lukyan had gently rolled him over onto his side, and held him tenderly in his arms. After three climaxes of his own, Lukyan’s lust was, for the moment, sated, and his knot finally began to soften and shrink.

“Lukyan…”

The wolf’s ears perked, and he rose up to nuzzle behind Kristian’s ear.

The elk rolled onto his back and turned his head towards him. Lukyan gazed across his body, slender and toned, marked with streaks of their shared lust, and splayed his fingers through Kristian’s dense chest fur.

“How do you feel, sweet prince?” the wolf lilted.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You made me cum with barely a touch, and it felt like I was on the brink of orgasm for such a long time. I have never felt that other than when I have been in rut, before. You made me feel like I was having that very first rut again…”

Lukyan grinned toothily. “You did that yourself. The mind is a powerful thing. We can go where we please, within ourselves. You showed me, more than told me, what it is like to be in rut. And, I think, you showed yourself that being circumcised has not rendered your penis numb, nor taken away your ability to feel such carnal intensity.”

Kristian caressed Lukyan’s cheek and gazed into his eyes. The wolf never wanted to look away from those warm chestnut pools. They felt like home. A place where he was seen, and known. Kristian rolled to face Lukyan, and brought their now flaccid members alongside one another. Lukyan flexed, and felt his flaccid knot immediately thicken slightly and a dewdrop of fluid bloom at his now smooth, sleek pointed tip. Kristian’s fingers delicately lifted the wolf’s flaccid member. He was less than half his erect size. The dense mat of veins that marbled his erection were barely visible, and his knot was little more than a streamlined swelling around his base, above his scar. In return, he softly touched Kristian. The elk’s cock was very obviously cut even when entirely flaccid; a tiny fold occurred behind his glans, but it did not come close to covering even the ridge of his corona. Flaccid, Kristian’s glans took on a velvety quality, although even a soft touch elicited a soft gasp from the elk. Lukyan smiled and kissed him.

“It is beautiful in all states,” he said.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“I… so is yours,” Kris said.

Lukyan’s tail wagged.

All too soon, the call of nature prevailed. Kristian delicately pulled away from the wolf and rose on unsteady hooves to release his bladder into Rhell’s privy, which occupied a small niche in the far wall of her lavish apartment behind an intricately carved and enamelled screen.

While the elk pissed, Lukyan rose to his paws and padded to a wooden trunk placed against the stone wall of Rhell’s room, beneath one of its glazed windows. He squatted and lifted the lid. Within lay Lukyan’s worldly possessions – a pair of fine velvet gloves, a neatly folded genuine Arahanic robe (Lukyan’s ordination robe from the Ealgith’s Landing abbey), several articles of far more seductive clothing, and a locked strongbox. The wolf unlocked the strongbox. Within lay a leather pouch of coins amounting to several pounds of value, several brooches and cloak pins, and a collection of intricate gold chains, rings and clasps. These, he withdrew, and closed the strongbox.

He heard Kristian approach, and whuffed quietly through his jowls at the feeling of the elk’s hands on his shoulders, massaging them firmly. He leaned back with his head against Kristian’s lower belly, then turned his head to playfully nuzzle and kiss the elk’s genitals. Kristian chuckled and fondled his ears.

Lukyan rummaged for another moment, then stood and closed the trunk.

“What is that?” Kristian asked, nodding to the items in the naked wolf’s hands.

Lukyan smiled warmly. “Bringing you up here tonight was always my intention,” he began. “But initially, it was only to give you something, before taking you back down to Dytaea’s Harem, where we were to meet Sammael. The… events of the evening may have changed, but I should still like to give you these things.”

Lukyan took a step towards the elk. What he held was little more than sheer gauze – a veil and a pair of loose, billowing pants that looked lighter than air. Kristian stammered something incoherent and stepped forward to touch it.

“It is Tyrecan silk, woven by a master tailor who learned from the royal harem outfitter to the queen of Nabu-Shar. Would you like to put it on?” Lukyan pressed.

“I… I adore this… but why? Whose is it?”

“It is mine, my friend. Made by the same tailor Rhell uses for her more elaborate costumes. Rhell and I occasionally entertain clients from the eastern Mare Internum, at the behest of Rhell’s more well-connected local clientele. They often pay us, at least in part, with silk and gold. I… should like to give this to you, Kristian. To make you feel as attractive as you are, sweet prince.”

Kristian took the gossamer fabric from Lukyan’s hands. It moved like a liquid through his fingers; iridescent and sparkling. At the waist of the pants was a simple drawstring, which also ran through the silk pouch at the pants’ groin, such that it would emphasise the wearer’s package when tied – or, if the wearer desired, leave their package exposed, with the drawstring tied behind it.

Lukyan helped Kristian to put the gauze pants on, carefully manoeuvring the delicate cloth over the elk’s hooves and up his thighs. The waistband sat high around Kristian’s torso, with pleated gauze cascading down the fronts and backs of his thighs, leaving his hips exposed. With a cheeky smile, Lukyan arranged the drawstring of the silk pouch to leave Kristian’s penis exposed as well, protruding from within the cloth.

“The Nabu-Sharis celebrate the form and presence of their sex organs, at least within the royal harems,” Lukyan explained. “They are similar in some ways to the matriarchal Lupa harems of Forlassea, in that cutting of the foreskin is a symbol of acceptance to the highest echelons of their society, a mark of status, and is often openly displayed and celebrated. That is the purpose of the design of this pouch. Over it, there is a veil of gauze which can be hung from these studs here,” the wolf motioned to two gold eyelets in the waistband of the pants, “as well as a similar veil which is hung over the muzzle. Here…”

Lukyan turned, and picked up two scraps of gauze, and a handful of gold chains from the lid of the trunk behind him. He clipped the larger of the two veils to the waistband of Kristian’s pants, such that the gossamer cloth hung to mid-thigh. It was sheer, and Kristian’s penis remained perfectly visible through it, but that was its purpose. Then Lukyan placed the facial veil on him, hooking inbuilt wires around the bases of the elk’s ears to hold it in place. The gauze hung over his muzzle, billowing gently with his breath.

“Lukyan, I…”

“Hush. Tonight is all about you, Kristian, and helping you to regain your confidence. There is one more thing, and this is a thing you shall not be giving back to me. These are yours, forever.”

The wolf held out his hand, within which lay several gold rings connected by fine chains.

“What are these?” Kristian asked.

“For your antlers. A Cervid man I entertained several years ago from Sargon gave me these as payment, from his own antlers. I… do not possess such a feature, and the sale of gold in Rhocarn is strictly controlled, so I have simply kept them. They are an alloy of some kind, they are too hard to be pure gold, so do not feel overwhelmed by them,” Lukyan said. “Kneel down for me.”

Kristian slowly, gently sank to his knees. Lukyan playfully pushed his naked groin into Kristian’s face, and the elk breathed him in deeply through his veil. Lukyan untangled the gold chains, and tested each ring on each of Kristian’s antler tines in turn, until he found the right positions for them – tight, well-fitting, and which allowed the fine chains to hang unimpeded between the rings.

“Oh, yes. Now you are a true harem prince,” Lukyan announced. “Stand, and look.”

Lukyan picked up an oil lamp and guided Kristian to one of the glazed windows, such that the elk could see his reflection in the glass.

“Lukyan, this is… this is so much, I don’t…”

Lukyan hugged him firmly from behind, encircling the elk’s waist with his arms and pressing warmly up behind him. Kristian’s tail flagged against his tummy, and the wolf sensually nipped and kissed the side of his neck.

“You deserve all of this. You deserve to feel as beautiful and as sensual as you are. Tonight is yours. Now… I am taking you not to Dytaea’s Harem, but upstairs. To the very top of the Fig.”

“What is up there?” Kristian asked, recalling his earlier curiosity.

“Wait and see, harem prince. I shall be there with you every moment of the night.”

Kris looked doubtful, but he clearly trusted the wolf. Lukyan, for his part, arranged a simple genital pouch and waist wrap of silk for himself, paired with those velvet gloves, and a similar veil of black gauze hung from his own ears.

Then, with their arms around one another, the elk and the wolf left Rhell’s apartment, and from the tiny landing outside, moved _up_instead of down, climbing up a narrow, spiraling stair into the rafters of the Hairy Fig.