Quickie 1-2
Quickie 1-2
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we're all big kids now, i hope, so i won't bother putting one of those annoying (and entirely useless) disclaimers here.
hot, homosexual fucking is on the menu, today! and i do hope you enjoy.
compliments of the chef.
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Bustle and hustle around the House of Meadows meant plenty of heavy things for Jinot to carry. Mostly water. the worst part about carrying water was trying to keep it from sloshing around in the buckets and splashing to the floor. Wet floors weren't sightly, and had to be cleaned up; besides, what didn't stay in the buckets had to be fetched again anyway. All the running around so early in the day meant he was exhausted by the time lunch came around. But customers were always first, and there was still a lot that needed doing to provide for the rowdy mob in the dining room. Distracted by his tired feet and ignoring the familiar complaints of his empty stomach, Jinot was rushing upstairs on orders to fetch his mother to the dining room. A gaggle of the girls were standing in the hall talking and swishing their tails during a momentary lapse. The long row of doors each led to room containing silks, sweets and sluts.
The fourth door on the left was his mother's abode. The little sign tacked to the door read "open" so he didn't bother to knock first; already by the age of eight, there was very little that Jinot's young eyes hadn't seen. Except for this. He stood in the doorway, staring blankly at the figure sprawled on the floor beside the little table. She'd fallen off the chair and the glass she'd been holding was missing large sections which glittered redly on the floor around her hand. Middle-aged, her rump was exaggerated by the painfully-drawn corset and it stuck up in an unnatural fashion. Face-down, one breast squished to the side had popped out of the already-strained girdle and pointed out, unmoving.
Gaping in shock, Jinot tried to understand what he was seeing.
Eventually, one of the girls down the hall noticed he was standing, frozen, in the doorway and she came to see what was going on. The other girls' conversation paused and they too became curious. There was a shriek and a gasp, and someone's hand pulled him away and he was taken back downstairs. He remembered the stool in the corner of the huge kitchen. It was the one that wobbled because one leg wasn't as long as the others. By the time Aunt Tony came in to talk to him, his face was a wooden mask and he barely heard her.
Everything in his mother's room belonged to the House, except for a single thing which he was allowed to keep because no one else wanted it. One day, during the fall when there was much less traffic in the common room, he sneaked out and went down to the river. The sun glared coldly off the rough water; he looked at the brooch in his hand. If opened, it had two spaces where tiny portraits might be put but it only held one. A stern-looking woman he didn't recognize, and he had no idea who it was. With all the strength in his arm he hurled the thing as far out as he could. And he watched the tiny splash it made with something that resembled satisfaction.
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Jinot woke with a start as he realized he'd be late to the table if he didn't hurry! Eyes popping open, he jerked up and was about to jump out of the bed until he noticed where he was. A very large bed. And he was sitting amid a pile of soft pillows and clean linens. The room was huge as well (he supposed it would have to be to fit a bed of that magnitude), and equally giant windows glowed mutedly behind heavy, flowing drapes. Taking it all in, he tried to remember the events of yesterday.
Quietly, the door at the other end of the room opened, and a portly sow entered with a tray. Nudging the door shut with her ample hip, she turned and saw Jinot sitting bolt upright in the bed. Grinning ear to ear with her wide mouth, Umpe set the tray on the table and spoke softly to him, "There's all sorts of eats, you just help yoreself and let the master know that Lord Thadeus is commin to see him. You just be good, now, y'ear?" And with that, she left as quietly as she'd entered.
Jinot felt the bed shift and looked down to see Rhupin stretching lazily beside him. "Was that Umpe? Mmmm. Breakfast." The large wolf propped himself up and looked over at the table before smiling to Jinot. "You haven't eaten yet, little one?"
To which, Jinot only shook his head and watched in silent awe as the naked Lord Rhupin climbed off the bed to stand and stretch in proud display of every temptation known to mortal eye. Still feeling shy and awkward, Jinot didn't think he should presume to sit down to eat at the same table, so he stayed hunched in the bed, pressing a pillow to his lap. "Well? Come eat! I won't have your stomach growling at my guest later."
So, they sat at the small table, naked, and appreciated Hulma's cooking. Rhupin paused once to watch the smaller male eat. He decided that assurance of future nutrition might not have been a very constant feature in Jinot's life: he sure put it away like he'd be able to save it for a rainy day... Clearing his throat, the Noble wolf continued with his meal as he spoke, "I must confess, I have had an eye on you for a long time before the House of Meadows was raided." And he took another bite of the sausage. This time it was Jinot's turn to pause. Looking up, his brow arched and asked the question with his expression. "I have a few contacts inside the city proper, and I often meet with them to discuss affairs of my estate... among other things." Taking a sip of the lemonade, the big wolf considered his words for a moment. "I've been on good terms with Madam Tabet for a few years now. You see, her... establishment is one of the few places I can safely meet and talk to other friends. For this service I have found it convenient to provide a certain kind of patronage to the House. There are not that many Nobles with influence who would not like to see me dead, and three weeks ago it seems that matters came to a head. The police raid on the House was an attempt to arrange for an 'accident' to happen."
When the wolf came to a stop, Jinot worked up the courage to ask, "Why did you say you were interested in... me?"
"Ha! Ahh, yes, mmm. Well, much to Madam Tabet's chagrin, I am rather eccentric, I suppose, and my taste for partners is no less so. I asked for you a few days after the raid when I noticed you were not around as usual." Quirking a smile, he met Jinot's eye, "You are quite something to watch when you are carrying water!" The leporid's eyes widdened and a scorching blush threatened to singe the fur off his cheeks. "Well, she said you had been taken, and it took me no small amount of effort to track you down again. I will add that Madam Tabet will be happy to know you are alive."
"Aunt Tony?? It would surprise me if she were happy for anyone but herself." Jinot's face darkened and he frowned down at his still fork.
"Ah... I think I can understand your feelings, but the old pussy does have at least a small heart, even if she keeps it well hidden. She encouraged me to find you even while still miffed that I refused the company of one of her 'girls'." Rhupin kept watching the smaller male's face intently.
There was hardly anything to say to that, Jinot felt, so he held his tongue while several impertinent questions boiled up his throat. He suddenly felt much more naked than he already was, and became acutely conscious of the way the Noble was looking at him.
"In 'high society', it would be indecent to woo a male of similar standing. For old, traditional reasons, the peers tend to assume it makes a statement about the involved pair's social power and imminence. At the least, it would remove me from my Seat in the Dome, and at worst I would likely lose my estates and titles as well. Considering my plans for the near future, that wouldn't be entirely conducive to success, I'm sure you can imagine!" Chuckling at this, he sipped again at his glass.
"But that doesn't explain about me...?" Jinot shrank into himself while hunched over the table, still staring down at his plate.
Swallowing, Rhupin stood and, ignoring his lack of modesty, stepped around the table to rest his hand on the small leporid's shoulder. "I thought if I could only bring you here and show you, perhaps you could come to find that you enjoy my company..." Not really knowing how to phrase his intent, the wolf's brow wrinkled and he waited in worried anticipation.
"What?"
Which wasn't the response he had expected. "Ah... Well, you see... I had hoped you might... Look. From the moment I saw you, I thought you were too beautiful to slave away carrying water at a brothel! I asked the Madam if you were available, but she refused! When she begged me to find you and take you away from the labour pool, I thought the gods were paying me a personal favour!"
At first, Jinot couldn't believe his ears, but by the time Rhupin finished, he was on one knee and looking excitedly into his eyes. Big as saucers though they were by now. He thought his skin would creep right off and do a jig out the door! "You... My Lord, what is there for me to say?!"
"Say? Whatever you want! I hoped you would agree to my attentions and decide to stay with me here... But I don't know if I Madam Tabet has a legal claim to you as her debtor. I suppose you could decide to continue your service to her rather than allow me to pay your debts. Please say you will stay with me? Etiquette should prevent me from begging, but your affection would be worth all my estates and more!" There was a silence so heavy Jinot was convinced his heart's beat must be the only sound left in the world. His eyes wouldn't open any wider, and his cheeks felt like they might decide to burst into flame any second. A trembling began in his shoulders and he couldn't stop it from spreading to the rest of him. His mouth hung open in slack disbelief. "Say that you want me, and I will be able to hold you. Say you are not opposed to the thought of me; just agree and you will make me the happiest creature on the face of the planet!"
Finally, after another long silence, Jinot stared into the Noble's anxious face and croaked at first, "Y-ou are too -- too cruel! To say things so vicious! Your intent all along was to abuse a helpless slave just for the chance to taunt me by lack of any hope for happiness!" This time it was the big wolf's turn to look speachless.
"I -- I don't understand! What have I done to insult you? Last night, I did ask if you refused my touch, but you did not. Were you intimidated too far to refuse me as I asked?" The look of hurt on Rhupin's canid face could have melted a wrought iron soul.
"So you are sincere?"
"Sincere? Sincere in what? Do you not believe what I've said? I want you to stay with me, and I want you to love me as I love you! I am as sincere as a mortal can be when I beg for your agreement!"
"You... love...? I am a slave, and you bought me from the Stable legally and publicly... My Lord, you are of the Noble Line, and I am unfit to touch my lip to your whip! How can you say things like this?!"
"I've said them. I've said them, and I mean them." He couldn't help a tiny, wry smile, "I did remind you I'm considered eccentric. Why are you crying?"
"I don't know!"
"You are free. I burned all the papers concerning your ownership last night. In the same fireplace that I've burned Umpe's, Hulma's, Tabet's, Forgen's and all the rest. The ashes of six hundred deeds lay scattered on the garden -- but you are the one I would keep for myself!"
"C-can I... can I really stay with you?"
"I want you to." Rhupin nodded.
Jinot fell forward and burst into louder tears on the black-furred shoulder. There wasn't anything else to say, so he just held on as the big wolf carried him to the bed. He was aware of where he was, and he wanted to feel the arms behind him and the weight above him. Where else would he rather be than that bed? The heat pressing against his thigh made him blush again, but this time he thought breathlessly of what was causing the pressure and warmth. Rhupin was slow, gentle, as he handled the smaller male; with his nose pressed under Jinot's neck, he couldn't get enough of the scent he found there. Hips found their way between slim thighs, and one leg crooked in his elbow as way was made for his impending lust. He held it there, pressing against the rabbit's opening; already, a wet spot was forming on the sheets under Jinot's rump as the wolf leaked copiously in anticipation.
Raising his head enough to look Jinot in the eyes, Rhupin wanted to see and adore all that was his now. Pushing up and in, his cock gave a spasm as he watched the expression on his love's face change from a lip-biting anxiety to open-mouthed silence. Jinot arched up as he felt the length intrude: his hands, too small, seized upon Rhupin's muscular shoulders. There was a low, gutteral gasp from the wolf as he just held himself there. Straining to prevent too early a climax, his hilted shaft jerked once or twice in a vain effort at release. A small amount of more fluid did escape, despite his best effort, and it eased his thrusts later when he finally felt he wasn't in immediate danger of cumming. Jinot squeaked occaisionally, his toes crimping and splaying in the air behind Rhupin's rippling backside.
Realizing it might be a little rough yet, Rhupin worked up a generous application of his own saliva which he spat into his own hand and applied to his shaft while still pumping. He would not allow even a brief lapse in his enjoyment, now that he had Jinot in his arms once more. His knot grew quickly in his frenzy; it throbbed and ached with an insistence to compete with his gonads which screamed for even the smallest excuse for release. The rabbit whimpered with each stilted thrust, despite the greatly eased passage: he felt the knocking at his door, and wanted to let it in. His erection twitching, unheeded, between them, and it drooled in distress.
They sweated, Rhupin's eyes squeezed shut and he fell to grunting in throaty rasps as he deliberately (and with great effort) restrained his movement to slow, rhythmic lunges. He smelled his love, the scent which drove him mad; it had been there in the pool last evening and he remembered it, despite the mask which steam had then provided. He even smelled himself: a shocking, intense musk which contrasted so sharply to his own senses. To Jinot, the smell of the wolf above him was electric, and terrifying, and it gave him a thrill through his spine every time he inhaled. Dried tears on his face forgotten, he felt he might cry again: the vision of the Noble wolf's body above him would alone have been enough to empty a convent and break vows of silence. He cried out and had to bury his face to muffle the sound. Surrounded by the damp fur and the scent of lust, he felt his pouch tense and his member begin to twitch violently.
Rhupin felt the tightening around his shaft and knew Jinot was getting too close. But he hadn't tied the rabbit yet! He stopped and opened his eyes for a moment. Panting, gasping really, he tingled all over and his cock burned with need to keep going! Half in and half out, the knot swollen and waiting, his thick cock practically pulsed in desire. Jinot whimpered softly and clamped down hard, not realizing he squeezed another small burst from the shaft inside him. "Ungh! GAAAaahhhh....! ahhh hhaaa hhha.... I just want this to last..." Rhupin panted as he shivered violently all over.
"I know -- you have to tie.... please, you just have to!" Jinot groaned when he felt the cock move again. Rhupin pushed his knot against the opening hard and long but just couldn't fit it in yet. He spat into his hand again and applied it before pushing back in. His still-wet hand engulfed Jinot's twitching prick, but the pad of his thumb pressed firmly down on the piss-slit in harsh denial of the immediate response. It burned along his shaft, like a glow, it would have burst out if it could have escaped.
Rhupin picked up his pace, his own member ached to the point of pain. He had to have release soon for he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He rammed himself against Jinot's tail-hole with feverish intensity, the cries he evocced reached a maddening quality to match the scent that stung his nose. Predatory instinct roiling beneath the surface of the Noble, cultured, and thoroughly enamoured wolf, his breath hissed between clenched teeth, and the sound and scent of his mate would have easily driven him to harm in his pursuit had it not been that he at last managed to get his knot inside. It was so surprising, so sudden as he slammed himself down almost cruelly, but when he tried to pull back, his knot was stuck and he was tied. He couldn't help it any longer.
The sudden vice-grip around his knot and his frenzied state drove him over the edge: Rhupin growled so harshly and loudly it could be heard throughout the house and he came with the force of a geyser. Jinot could feel it burst within him, his cum erupting to spite the grip of Rhupin's thumb over his prick as soon as the knot went in! He writhed and thrashed helplessly as the big wolf became a stone. Every muscle straining hard enough to shake the bed, he shook more violently than before and rasped several growls before howling as loud as he could. He felt his balls pull up, his knot squeeze, his cock throb, his throat scratched, his muscles screaming -- but above all, Jinot's warmth. The thumb no barrier, Jinot couldn't control his body as bursts of his cum sprayed out from under it.
Collapsing slowly, Rhupin's muscles eventually refused to function and he wobbled down to lay exhaustedly over his love. His cock still aching, he could feel it occaisionally tense up as if his body couldn't get used to the feeling. Just being there, with Jinot, it kept him excited. Jinot's chest refused to still; he couldn't get his breath back. He could only lay weakly and mewl as he felt Rhupin shudder once in a while.
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Lord Thadeus was met at the door by a stern, plump sow who insisted that Lord Rhupin would be incapable of meeting with him that day. She was terribly sorry, but urgent matters had left her Lord indisposed. Would his Lordship please come back tomorrow? Very well then, so sorry, but it was rather a surprise. Yes, thank you so much for your understanding, mi'Lord.
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mmmm hmmm... those two seem to be at it again!
i mean, what would you expect from a sequel? This kind of became a Quicke #1 part 2, even though i originally had no plans to make any contiguous story lines.
the Jinot and Rhupin that appeared in Quickie #1 just seemed to need a little more... umf! ya know? like a dollop of whipped cream atop a raspberry chocolate cheesecake.
well, ok, more like "more hot smut involving a sexy pair of fantasy-style guys"! but the comparison isn't far off, is it?
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