Prologue- A less then holy night
The room would be completely dark if not for a small candle granting light to the large chamber. If not for the frantic scratching of a pen on parchment, accompanied with the occasional grunt of anger by the wielder, the room would be silent. "Duncan, you need to stop working so hard" The Black wolf stopped writing and warily turned his head to the naked, worried looking tortoiseshell cat."I have a duty to my liege, if the duke wants these reports then he will get them" Tilen gave the wolf a tenacious smile, intentionally letting his blanket drop. The cat's entire body excluding his member, was exposed "it's cold" is all he said. Duncan was conflicted, fulfill duke Noren's request, or partake in a form of drink he sadly didn't have the time to get to, it have been at least a month. Damn! He knew duty should come first before personal hedonistic desire, but he wanted to fuck so bad! "You're a faithful and loyal vassal, Noren won't mind if you take some time to enjoy yourself" The wolf could no longer just look at such a slim, beautiful cat anymore, he needed to feel him. Practically ripping his clothes off to get his nine inches in some type of hole. Tilen gasped in surprise and pleasure as his cock was
gently grabbed and stroked by the mass of black fur and muscle in front of him. He was slowly lowered on his back. Duncan began firmly but sweetly kissing the cat, starting on his neck and eventually meeting his cock. He wanted to toy with his mate for a bit, something he was very good at. The wolf slowly licked the tip of Tilen's cock, savoring it as one would an ice cream cone. After a minute of moans and whining, the member's head found itself encased in his fantastic maw. The site was in a weird way cute, Duncan sucked like a pup on a teat trying to get his milk. Frustration mixed with great lust overtook Tilen, pre-cum leaked like an old pipe from his cock, something his dearest boyfriend gladly sucked up. When he let out a couple desperate humps, Duncan stopped entirely, causing a cry of anger. "Now now my love, patience is a virtue" he gave his best politician grin and slowly crawled on top of his lover, being careful that once he fully finished his climb to place his member perfectly on top of Tilen's "A virtue I don't have" fortunately for the cat, it had been at least a month since he last came, duty before sin, The dog just really wanted to cum. Wrapping his right hand around both cocks he slowly began pumping, picking up on speed as he went along. Faster and faster, with every second the pleasure building till finally reaching the cumming point. Duncan and Tilen let out a collective and audible moan, simultaneously
releasing jets of white. "I love you" both managed to say. The two laid in each other's arms, no words were needed, their eyes told a thousand tales words never could. Both furs nearly fell out of bed when a loud bang was accompanied with about five knights in chainmail with white wool cloaks worn over them, topped with cross pendants around their necks running into the cabin, swords drawn. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" shouted Duncan, baring his teeth One knight without his blade out, a doberman, started speaking "Count Duncan Alfrin of Narbonne and Tilen Orefair, you are accused of committing the worst possible sin of the flesh, homosexuality, it seems the report was right" A million thoughts ran through his mind, first of grabbing the sword he keeps under the bed, no. he was literally naked and Tilen might get hurt if he played that move. After pouring over a couple plans in the fraction of a second he decide it was best to run. Grabbing Tilen's hand the wolf jumped out of a nearby window, gaining both furs minor cuts. They ran as fast as they could into the thick forest, completely naked. "Don't chase them" smiled the Doberman "They will be brought to the stake sooner or later"