Establishing Relations, Chapter 2

Sitting... sitting on Keith's muzzle, like the King was sitting on his... Natani swallowed. Well, not... quite like that. And... it was... it was something where reciprocity was possible, if he didn't think about the details too hard. They both had muzzles, they both had... something lickable, even if the form was... rather different. So it wouldn't be... it wouldn't be...

But... it would be giving in to the body, if not fully. And... it risked changing what he had with Keith. Despite his early grumbling -- and some dumb basitin legal things -- Keith really had been pretty much treating him like a guy, even knowing his secret. If they did this, would that... change? Would Keith look at him differently?

Would it even matter, if their time together was coming to an end anyway?

Yes, it would, because it would poison the memory of having had him as a friend. And that... that mattered.

But what if it just made the memory better? If Keith still...

With a lurch, Natani realized he was letting them talk him into it... or worse, was talking himself into it. And he was just a last push away. He just needed...

"Keith... don't... don't be weird about this, okay?"

The basitin smiled. "Just a guy a sitting on another guy?"

Natani laughed, because it was that or wailing. "Yeah. Happens all the time when we spar. No big deal."

"Well, not all the time..."

"You want me to do this or don't you?"

Keith squeezed his hand. "I won't be weird."

And there it was. Natani nodded and, before he could stop himself, moved, getting up on his knees next to Keith. He hiked up his robe, then moved over to straddle Keith's muzzle, facing towards the King, and let the hem of his robe go. It fell over his thighs, and Keith's chest. He looked down at it, rather than at the King, his cheeks burning.

He was still holding himself high, but it wasn't like there was all that much room down there. He could feel Keith's breath on him, hot on the damp fur between his thighs, and on... places.

After making doubly and triply sure he had Zen walled off from his mind, Natani lowered himself, shivering at the first touch of the fur of Keith's muzzle between his legs, and the basitin's breath now right against him. He heard Keith swallow, and then felt his muzzle push up against him, nuzzling closer, and then the touch of his nose right against Natani's folds, making him squirm and drop his hips lower, mashing Keith into the mattress and eliciting a long 'mmmmmmmph' from the basitin.

"Oh, he just got harder. I think he likes your scent."

Natani lifted his hips a little, giving Keith some room to breathe and... do things, then looked at the King. They were almost of a height for once, since Natani was... sitting... higher, his hips on Keith's muzzle while the King's were still flush against Keith's, holding him to his base. Natani's eyes strayed back down, to their joining, and he saw Keith give a slow thrust, pushing against the King, making her sway, at the same time as he felt the basitin's tongue for the first time, dragging across his lips, making him tingle.

"Friskier, too." The King smiled, and there was expectation in her look. "That would be nice. But take your time. Focus on what's most important to you."

Natani bit his lip as Keith's tongue lapped across him a few more times, taking longer drags until it found his clit, even the almost incidental touch enough to send a shock straight up his spine and make him stiffen.

It was so much stronger than when he did it himself...

Keith retreated from there, maybe not sure what to make of his reaction, tongue dragging back against his folds, and then the basitin kissed him on his lips, tongue probing, then finding his entrance and teasing against it, occasionally darting back to his mouth. Natani could imagine the basitin swallowing when he did that, feel the little intake of breath before he resumed, tender and careful, but regardless powerful. He continued to tease at his entrance, and to dip in just a little -- but didn't push farther, didn't reach out, didn't try to fill him. Natani didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. It was surely less weird, but... when he had been between the King's legs, working under her encouragement, driving it in, that had looked intense.

But now Keith was between his legs, and Natani wasn't going to ask for what he might regret, and what Keith might then regret giving him. And the way the basitin was being so gentle...

It was a deeper pleasure than just that of the body, and Natani clung to it, willing Keith's touches to be about him and not just about what was between his legs.

Keith shifted his muzzle, nose once again pressing against his folds as the basitin's lips and tongue nudged lower, kissing him right on his clit, tender and stiff from the stimulation. Natani jerked, his breath catching, and Keith gave it a moment... but then he was back, an even more careful touch, and Natani pressed his hips down into it, an electric tingle building below the base of his tail as he did. Hint taken, Keith stayed there, tongue slowly caressing him, making Natani's breath catch time and again until it built up into a light panting, his whole body stirring as Keith's tongue made his loins ache with a growing need.

Natani struggled to get his breathing to calm, but he couldn't, the mounting pleasure making his body work as if they were sparring. He felt hot and constricted in his robe, and as soon as he had that thought, felt ridiculous for being the only one wearing clothes. He struggled briefly with himself, then lifted his hips up to make sure he didn't crush Keith with his movements before pulling the robe off, defiant, daring himself to be embarrassed in front of the King.

And on top of Keith.

The King looked at his chest, and the white cloth wrapping it, curious. Natani really would have preferred to leave the wrappings on, nudity be damned, but right now they, too, felt too tight around him. They were magical, so he really didn't need to wind them quite as tight as he did, but... it made it easier, knowing they weren't going to slip, never mind that they wouldn't have either way.

But right now they were in the way. He found the end, letting it slip, and then pulled on the slack, letting the cloth loosen and fall around him, releasing his breasts. He tossed the wrappings to the side, making a mental note of where they landed. He'd already gotten one pair mixed up with Keith's ankle wrappings once, leading to a very awkward exchange of cloths.

The King's eyebrows had risen with the reveal. She looked at Natani, but thankfully didn't say anything, instead nodding slowly. Natani let out an inward sigh of relief. He really didn't need any more to deal with right now.

"Natani? You okay?"

"Ah, yeah. Just..." 'Getting more comfortable' wasn't quite it. "Just needed to breathe."

"Should I...?"

"No, you're... you're good. And... Keith?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For... you know." Doing it that way.

He could hear the grin, and saw the tip of Keith's tail give a swish past the King. "Hey, I'm just 'doing what comes naturally'."

Natani let out a laugh that was a little too brittle to his ear, and looked at the King. "You weren't kidding about him being good, were you."

Another swish of that tail.

The King smiled at Natani. "Looking at you, I suspect he's got even more talent than I initially thought. But isn't it time you let him back to it?"

"Ah... yeah. Yeah."

What had she meant by 'even more talent'? That Keith's instincts didn't just point one way? Or that he'd done well even though Natani hadn't said anything? The thoughts melted away as he lowered his hips, his clit meeting Keith's nose head-on, making both of them squirm. Natani didn't know if he'd shifted while pulling off his robe, or if Keith had moved under him, but he felt Keith's hands come up to the sides of his thighs, then onwards, lightly grasping his rump, nudging him forward, guiding him back into position, dragging against Keith's nose until it once again lodged at his folds, as the basitin's tongue found his clit and pressed against it in greeting, followed by his lips.

Natani shivered at every gentle touch as Keith stoked his pleasure back up, coaxing his body -- coaxing him -- towards a release he both feared and wanted. Naked, he felt more exposed, more vulnerable, and as his pleasure grew so did the fear, taking root at the pit of his stomach, making him tense up and fight the sensations, which made Keith back off, slow down, drown him in more and more of that gentleness. Natani closed his eyes, trying to push back the fear, trying to convince himself that this wasn't a terrible mistake.

That he could trust Keith with this.

That he could let go.

The King's voice. "Natani?" He opened his eyes, looked at her, and saw she had leaned closer. There was a question in her expression, and when Natani didn't balk, her muzzle closed in, meeting Natani's, nudging him into a kiss that was slow and calm, surprising him, then soothing, comforting. Natani answered, and some of the mounting panic bled out, letting pleasure take its place as Keith continued his gentle caresses.

The King let the kiss come to an end, her muzzle still touching his. She spoke softly. "That's it, just focus on him. Let yourself feel."

That was the key, somehow -- the thought 'let yourself feel' resonating within him, letting him get out of his own way -- and Natani wondered how the King had known that. He kissed her back, starting slow, relieved, and grateful, but growing hungrier as his tension continued to fade, the knot of fear in his stomach unwinding and unraveling under Keith's loving touch and the King's unfailing calm. She was his anchor, in that moment, as his control peeled away and he put himself in their hands.

Panting, out of breath from the kiss and from Keith, he leaned his muzzle past the King's onto her shoulder, and she whispered to him, even as Keith continued to ramp up under him, tongue unceasingly plying at his clit-- "That's good... there you go... just let it happen..."

Natani let his eyes slide closed, then squeezed them shut, his fur bristling as the pleasure built, ebbing and flowing but always growing as Keith pushed him to heights he had never been. Not even in his worst heat had his own touch felt like that. Why was it that the things the basitin did felt so much better? And what would it be like if he was in heat, and Keith was there--

His hips jerked as his pleasure crested, something deep inside taking over as he smashed his clit against Keith's tongue, pressing back against him as the orgasm surged through him, all that buildup releasing like a dam that had been breached, washing him away, and all that mattered, all that there was in that moment, was Keith's muzzle under his hips and the way it pushed back against his throes.

It was drawn out like never before, and by the end it left him a wreck, desperately panting for breath, hips still feebly twitching against Keith's mouth, the basitin supporting him with his arms because Natani's legs were a trembling mess. His muzzle was pressed under the King's throat, and she had her arms on his shoulders, propping him up.

The King gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Well done."

Natani swallowed and drew a deep breath, which he then immediately had to release, his lungs hungry for more. He tried to get off Keith, stumbled, was caught, helped along, and finally managed to roll off, collapsing on his back next to the two of them, his head to the side of the King's feet.

He'd had no idea it could be like that.

Another swallow, another attempt at a deep breath -- and this time he held it for a while longer, before letting it escape in a long exhalation that felt like it came straight from his core. He combed his hair back, even his hand shaky, then let his arm fall back to his side.

No idea.

And...

You're still you.

Yeah. Another deep breath, held for a few heartbeats, and then released, in a long, trembling exhalation, awash with joy and relief.

He was still himself.

Almost as an afterthought, he checked the link, and found it still closed and secure. If anything, it was somehow moreso -- it felt like it would hold, by itself, until he opened it again. Or maybe like...

He felt a touch -- Keith's hand on his, holding it gently. Natani turned his head, and could just about see the basitin's face, looking back at him from a similar position, his expression open, curious, concerned...

Natani squeezed his hand back and smiled, from the heart, somehow the easiest thing in the world -- and the same smile broke out on Keith's face, then grew, just as it did on Natani's, a slow little spiral of mutual delight at the other's happiness.

There was relief on Keith's face, too, and Natani understood that, and it just made him smile wider. And on some level... sure, maybe there was cause for concern. Maybe later he'd feel less easy about this. But right now... it was a distant thought, not worth worrying about. There were far more important things to focus on, like the expression on Keith's face, and the feel of the basitin's hand in his.

His thoughts strayed to his wrappings, laying not far at all -- but right now, even that wasn't worth prying himself off this bed, or letting go of Keith's hand.

The King began to move again, drawing both their attentions as she lifted her hips, slowly, then brought them down, drawing a deep groan from Keith, followed by a long, satisfied exhalation from her as she gyrated her hips at the bottom, grinding down before drawing up again, going for another pump on Keith's thick shaft. She towered over them both, her size making a fresh impact on Natani from this new perspective down by her side.

Natani's eyes drifted back to Keith's face, finding him looking up at the King, his eyes half-lidded and his breathing rapidly getting quicker. The King had gotten serious, and Keith wasn't holding back anymore... and soon Natani could feel the basitin squeeze down on his hand, and see Keith's head and shoulders push back into the mattress as he lifted his hips to meet hers, one long tense thrust accompanied by a deep groan that broke into gulping breaths as the tension broke, and his expression melted into the most satisfied smile Natani had ever seen. Keith's hold on his hand relaxed, along with the rest of the basitin, and now it was Natani's turn to return that squeeze, prompting Keith to look at him, the basitin's smile growing even more beautiful.

It made him want to give Keith a kiss, so he scrounged up enough strength to push himself up to a sitting position, then struggle past his own legs to come up to Keith on his elbows. It was a calm, happy little kiss, Keith nudging back at him playfully, smiles playing on both their muzzles. Natani could taste himself on Keith's lips, and as vexing as it was that it was him, he found the taste both pleasant and arousing.

Natani leaned his muzzle against Keith's, laughing. "I taste kinda good, don't I?"

Keith answered with an embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah, you do."

Natani licked at his muzzle, getting more of a taste from where his juices -- and the King's, as well, even more tantalizing to him -- had seeped into Keith's fur, making the basitin squirm under his tongue.

And of course, he owed Keith more licks than that... and right now, the thought didn't bother him. He glanced down Keith's body, only to find that he was still hilted in the King and, by all appearances, still hard. Natani looked up at Adelaide, and found her smiling back at the two of them, her expression more tender than Natani would have expected from her.

But then, the way she had kissed him, earlier... maybe she had some unexpected soft spots?

The King shook her head. "I really can't seem to hold his attention with you around."

Natani stuck out his tongue. "Sorry."

She laughed. "No, you're not. Nor should you be. But if I'm not interrupting... Keith?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Let's see some of that friskiness."

Natani's eyebrows shot up. He had just finished!

"Ah..." Keith glanced at Natani, and there was a moment of hesitation. Natani nodded, not sure what the question was, but sure of the answer. "... yes ma'am!"

Natani rolled away to his side, so he could more easily watch them both. The King pumped her hips on Keith once, twice, getting a rhythm started -- and on the third, Keith thrust up after her, only for her to bear his hips back down and pin him against the mattress, making him squirm -- but not, Natani thought, with discomfort.

He looked at the King. "He can just... go again?"

She grinned. "Oh, yes. I suppose that wouldn't be general knowledge. It takes a lot to wear out a basitin."

That thought tickled at his imagination. "How... how much?"

A slow smile. "Why ask when you can see for yourself?"

She eased up on Keith, and his hips followed hers up, driving up and into her. Keith pulled his legs in, settling his paws to about where his knees had been, giving himself a better base to thrust from, then put his hands on her hips for leverage. This time when they met in their thrusts, it was the King that was brought to a halt with a shudder, then pushed up a little before they parted again.

The King's eyes slid closed, a wide smile spreading on her face as they found their new rhythm. "Yes... very good instincts..."

As hard as he had just come, Natani couldn't help but feel that familiar stirring inside himself as he watched the two of them. It was a display quite unlike, yet also similar to their earlier one. He could see how the King controlled her weight, by how she set her legs, making it easier or harder for Keith to thrust up into her. And Keith... working his hips, following those instincts that the King would both frustrate and entice by pushing him down, only to ease up and take the brunt of them when Keith ramped up in answer, pushing into her hard enough to push her back, the impacts sending deep shudders through her body.

Natani swallowed. Was that... was that why Keith had glanced at him? Was he worried to show Natani this, afraid of spooking him? Making him think that Keith would like to do this to him as well?

... Would he?

Natani realized that if Keith had not held back during his heat, this is what it might have been like, except Natani would have probably been down on all fours instead, with Keith behind him, or on his back, with Keith between his legs... And even if he had been on top, he wasn't sure he had the body weight to do what the King was doing to control the pace. It would be a near thing.

And it took a lot to wear a basitin out.

Natani bit his lip. He would have hated it, he knew, if it had actually happened like that -- hated that he had succumbed to his heat, even hated Keith for letting him, as unfair as that would have been. But it hadn't happened, and right now the thoughts were very powerful, very enticing, as he watched this display in front of him, this demonstration of what it might have been like -- everything his body had whispered to him, and more, so much more.

Natani's hand went down to between his legs, and he shivered at the touch of his own fingers, even that somehow better now. He teased at his clit as he watched them, rubbing in slow circles, driving his arousal higher, letting the ideas that the scene in front of him conjured up flow through his mind, testing their temptation, seeing how they felt, still enveloped by that strange sense of calm that let him consider them without dismissing them outright. Just because his body wanted something didn't mean he couldn't want it too. He wasn't in heat now. He could make his own decisions.

And... he realized, if things continued like this, and he was still here on the island when he could be sure he was out of his fertile period... maybe he would. Then he would know, once and for all. Because if not with Keith, then... he didn't think he would ever face it. And... maybe that wasn't the right way to go about it, after all.

And maybe...

Keith came again, with a halting groan, and the King bore down on him, taking advantage of the way his hips faltered to push him down into the mattress, and grind against him through his throes, not stopping at all through the entirety of his climax, not until Keith mustered his strength and once again pushed back, making her lift her hips and let him start pounding into her once more.

Twice in a row, and he just... pushed through. Natani swallowed again, very close himself but not wanting to finish by his own hand. He knew what he wanted to do now... but he also knew that it would distract Keith, so he didn't want to make his move and mess up what they had going until the King came again.

Thankfully, it didn't seem like it would be long, with the way her breathing was picking up, and so Natani kept teasing himself while watching her pleasure build to where his was, and then past -- having to back off his own touches as she tensed, to not get pulled along by the sight of the King's peak, her lower body trembling as she held still against Keith, his thrusts also somehow seeming to struggle with the strength of her orgasm. He pushed through, driving into her a few more times, then held there, pushing up against her as she shook around his shaft, holding a breath that came out as an explosive huff as, with one last shudder that passed through her whole body, she relaxed... and Keith went right back to pounding her, drawing out a long satisfied moan, and the King started working her hips once more against his.

Well, she had said basitins were hard to wear out. Stood to reason it went for her too... but if they were going to just keep going, Natani wasn't going to wait to see if they ever stopped. He got up on his knees, and once again straddled Keith's muzzle, grinning at the happy surprise on his face before it disappeared under him. He shivered as Keith's lips met his, and then pressed down lightly with his hips. "Dig in."

Keith only thought about it for a fast heartbeat or two before Natani could feel the basitin's tongue pushing against him, warm, wet, then inside, stretching him to enter. Natani closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations. Keith went slowly, maybe because of the position, or the angle, or maybe just in case Natani wanted to back off... but go he did, and soon enough Natani had a surprising amount of basitin tongue buried inside him. Natani squeezed down on it instinctively, using muscles he'd never really been aware of before, and Keith wriggled around, flexed against him -- and of course it turned out that his tongue was strong, too. A muscle is a muscle...

It was weird.

But in this case, weird wasn't bad...

"Try moving."

Natani opened his eyes, and found the King smiling at him again, with that easy afterglow smile that made her shine. Keith had eased up with his hips as he focused on Natani, but he was still moving in tandem with the King, if at a much calmer pace, almost as if he was bouncing her on his lap. Nice, slow motions...

Natani took the suggestion, and took his cues from the two of them, working his hips in the same slow rhythm, grinding them on Keith's tongue, pushing down to try and work it even deeper... he shivered at the unfamiliar sensations, trying to find his path to pleasure. He was still close from having teased himself, but it was beginning to fade.

"Now try tilting your hips -- back, so that he's pushing up against your front..."

Natani did, and... oh. There was definitely something to that... Keith took the cue as well, tongue pushing down, rubbing against him, as if digging toward his clit from within.

Well... that... made a lot of sense. Natani focused on those sensations, and the rhythm, all three of them swaying to the same one... slowly... driving...

He couldn't quite catch it, and fell back to bringing his hand into play, once again teasing near his clit. Not pushing himself over, but getting close, so close-- and then letting Keith's tongue and the motion of his hips carry him over, once again clenching around the basitin as the orgasm worked its way through him, not as strong as the first one, not coming from a place so deep. It was still good, very good, but... it did not... sate him...

Natani lifted his hips higher, and Keith took the hint, pulling his tongue back into his mouth, then swallowing. He was breathing heavily from all the exertion, his nose doubtless already heavy with Natani's scent -- but with a grin, Natani shifted his hips a little, touching his lips to the basitin's nose. Keith stiffened, then laughed, but didn't move away. Instead, Natani felt his tongue once again lift up, seeking his clit, tender from his orgasm, and pressing against it in a slow lick. Natani shivered at the sensations, the stimulation almost too much -- almost, but not quite, as Keith came back for another lick, then another, slowly easing the ache right out of him, until it was replaced by a desire for more, growing touch by gentle touch. Natani brought his hips forward and down, meeting that tongue, trapping it against Keith's open mouth in a repeat of their first position, but this time he didn't leave it to the basitin to do all the work; instead, he started thrusting his hips, again matching the cadence of Keith's own thrusts, pressing and grinding his stiff clit against the cushion of the basitin's tongue, Keith for his own part pushing back, tilting his head to change the angle, doing things with his tongue that made Natani shiver...

He could feel his pleasure building steadily, but this time it was the King who didn't wait for them to finish; she started riding Keith harder, like the time she had first driven him to orgasm, and Natani was drawn to try and match her pace, riding Keith's face more roughly, only to slip off past the basitin's tongue, all their motions combining to make his position unstable. Then just when Natani found his place again, Keith came, and the King stopped, and Natani with her, letting Keith have his moment, buried to the hilt in the King, nose pressed against Natani's sex, his breath hot and panting on his clit. When the King resumed her movements, so did Natani, but somehow he'd lost sight of his buildup, and the King's pace, slower now, no longer felt enough. Natani sped up, leaving her behind, yearning for his release, growing increasingly frantic as he glimpsed it again, raced for it -- only to slip off once more, this time past Keith's nose to the bridge of his muzzle, the basitin's fur slick and soft with his juices. But Keith was still pushing back against him, and he was so close that that was all that mattered; Natani finished with a series of jerking thrusts, sliding against the basitin's muzzle to rub his clit against Keith's nose, the orgasm, and the sprint to reach it, leaving him spent and panting and satisfied.

He fell away from Keith's muzzle, sitting back on the bed with his arms out behind him for support, trying to catch his breath. The King was still going, riding Keith at a steady pace, looking down at him with a grin. "Are you just going to take all that lying down?"

Keith half-laughed, half-grumbled, wiping his nose and muzzle, then took a few deep breaths -- and using his legs and hips and the King's momentum, tipped her over, then bore her down on her back. Keith grabbed her legs by the knees, and pulled them up -- then reversed his grip, each hand grasping the back of a knee, and pushed her legs forward, over her body, using his leverage and bodyweight to double her up, leaving him leaning over her, head between her feet, pointed up in the air, and his cock, slick and heavy and still just as hard as it had been at the start, between her legs, laying across her lips.

"Now that's more like it!"

Natani shook his head, laughing silenty. Basitins. But... he looked at Keith again, as he worked his hips, trying to lodge the tip of his cock inside her without using his hands. He'd come what... three times? Four? And he still had enough left in him to toss the King around like that and go for more?

And... considering how he'd just treated Keith's muzzle, it wouldn't be unreasonable of the basitin to toss Natani around a bit, either. He didn't think Keith would want to, necessarily, and he wasn't sure what an equivalent act would be -- he briefly smiled at the mental image of trying to figure out what to do while Keith rubbed his dick against his nose -- but... he really should have thought about that before he got carried away, shouldn't he?

After a few more moments, Keith got the line-up right and thrust down, sinking himself in the King to the hilt, his balls coming to rest against her ass. He adjusted his stance -- toes digging into the mattress for support, tail swishing to keep himself stable -- and began thrusting, slowly at first, figuring out the position, then faster as he got it, until he was slamming into her with each thrust, using her legs and body as a springboard to get back up for the next one, bringing his hips down, down, down, faster and faster, filling her with each. Natani heard the King moan, and moved so he could see her face; awash in pleasure, a wide smile on her muzzle as Keith bore down, himself looking intent, focused on the motions of the act, his breathing heavy but stable. The King moaned louder, longer, like it was coming from somewhere deep inside her -- Natani could see her tail twitching, faster and faster, her toes curling in the air next to Keith's head, her eyes drawing closed, muzzle opening wider with her panting breaths -- and then she seized up, trembling under Keith, her legs shaking, forcing him to bring her knees closer together and widen his own stance to stay stable... to keep pounding her through her peak and to the other side. It felt like it lasted minutes, though probably it was just the moment, once again making Natani bite his lip and his hand stray between his legs, twice-sated desire ignited once more. Finally, she went lax, her expression melting into pure satisfaction; and a few moments later, Keith came down with one final crash, driving deep inside and holding there as he spent himself with a long, deep groan, his balls throbbing against her ass as they worked, until their bounty spilled over, his seed squeezing out past the base of his cock, and his head was hanging low between her legs, even his ears drooping with gravity, his whole body trembling with the effort of keeping pushing his hips forward.

And then it was done, and, panting for breath, Keith half-rolled, half-fell off of the King, coming to rest on his back, his dick flopping down on his belly, finally less than fully hard.

What that must have felt like... Natani shook his head at the familiar pang of envy, made fresh again in the moment.

But... certainly, he was glad for Keith. For both of them, really. He smiled at the sight of the basitins, both still catching their breath, eyes closed, laying there with the biggest damn smiles. The King's legs had fallen forward, and one of them was draped across both of Keith's, once again highlighting the difference in their sizes.

But... he'd been big enough, hadn't he, in more ways than one. Natani's eyes strayed again to his cock, sloppy with both their messes, now down to half-hard. Didn't look quite so dangerous like that...

The King interrupted his thoughts by letting out a long breath that sounded very, very satisfied. "You know, Keith. If you ever do lose your ambassadorship, you would be more than welcome in my personal guard."

Keith laughed in response; a little happy fit, curtailed by his shortness of breath. "But then I wouldn't be your representative anymore."

"Oh, but you will always remain a 'person of interest,' because of your travels and the connections you've made." She smiled. "Your position would be more problematic, of course, but something tells me it would work out."

They both still had their eyes closed, but Keith raised an eyebrow. "You might choose to apply your discretion and not report certain infractions?"

"That seems quite possible."

Keith laughed again. "Well then, your majesty, I will keep that in mind."

Natani shook his head again, smiling. Basitins. But... the sound of Keith's laughter, and the slight playfulness in his voice, and the way he had his eyes closed, but there was still a small smile playing on his lips.

It was really good to see him like that.

And, well... Natani found himself stealing another long glance at Keith's cock, a blush slowly rising on his face.

As... good a time as any, right?

Still... Natani first retrieved his wrappings, and rebound his chest -- though not so tight this time.

That was better.

As he had been doing that, the King had shifted her leg off of Keith's, seemingly as part of adjusting her position to more properly lie down in the bed, her head on the pillows. Coincidence, or...? But she still had her eyes closed -- or at least, had her eyes closed at the moment, seemingly content to just rest for a bit. Keith hadn't moved, and was still lying by her side, his legs slightly apart, his cock on his belly, rising and falling with his breathing.

Hmm...

How would Natani want Keith to do this to him, if the roles were reversed?

He got down on his elbows between Keith's legs, nudging at him to spread them a little wider as he came closer, and -- just as Keith opened his eyes to see what was up, meeting Natani's gaze -- gave him a lick, tongue drawing up his cock near the base, gathering up some of that slick coating and pulling it back to his mouth for a taste. He couldn't quite separate the tastes in the mix of Keith, his seed, and the King's juices, but he didn't disagree with any of it, and swallowed it up before going back for more, this time taking a longer drag, the basitin already noticeably harder under his tongue.

A blush had quickly come over Keith's face, and on that second lick it rose all the way to the tips of his perked ears.

Natani smiled at him, with a small blush of his own, taken with the way Keith was looking at him -- and took a third lick.

Keith's blush deepend even more, if that was possible. "Natani, you don't need to..."

"Shush." He pressed his lips against the middle of Keith's shaft in a brief kiss, and felt it throb against his muzzle in response. "You licked me... I lick you." He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Unless you'd rather I didn't?"

Keith struggled with himself for a moment, probably trying to decide if he should insist, for Natani's sake -- and Natani thought that if he'd given Keith any reason to, the basitin probably would have. Because that's what he was like. But another lick -- with him watching Natani do it -- slow, slow lick up the bottom, gathering up more of that taste, garnering another throb from the basitin's shaft -- it was beginning to lift off his stomach -- well, there was no discomfort for Keith to see, because Natani wasn't feeling any. Even if he hadn't owed it, he was enjoying Keith's reactions far too much to not at least tease him a little longer.

So Keith kept his peace, that radiant blush on his face, his ears as stiff as some other parts of him were becoming under Natani's tongue. In a way, it was too bad that he'd gotten hard -- that quickly, at least; Natani would have liked to try to fit all of Keith in his muzzle, when the size had been more manageable, but he'd missed the chance.

Maybe some other time.

After he finished cleaning up Keith's shaft -- licking up one last pearl of seed he'd coaxed out of the basitin, finally letting him get the tastes clear in his mind -- he moved on to the fur at its base, just as rich in its taste as his cock had been, if different in how it felt against his tongue. He groomed Keith's short fur, carefully, taking his time in working his tongue against the basitin's hide, from near his base some ways up his belly, making the basitin squirm as he gathered up what had stuck there from his cock, then back down toward the base, around the other side, and to his sack -- slathering it with his tongue, making Keith tense as Natani teased at his orbs, doubtless tender from how much they'd had to work already. In a moment of inspiration, he used his tongue to pull one into his muzzle, and gave it a little suck.

He liked the little groan he got so much that he did it to the other one, too.

And after that...

Keith's cock was standing at attention, quite hard, some fresh pre glistening near the tip. The basitin's breathing was a little elevated, and... that blush felt like it had a lot of potential.

Natani hadn't intended to try and get Keith off, but... could he? He wouldn't be able to do what the King had done, but he should be able to take some of Keith into his muzzle --

And yet, there was no way his mouth could come even close to how it must have felt for Keith to pound into the King for that last, big finish. And it stood to reason he'd need that kind of stimulation for the next one, too.

But... there was that blush.

How far would it go for Keith that it was him doing it?

How far would it have gone for Natani, if it was Keith?

Natani pressed his nose right against the base of the basitin's cock, where fur met flesh. The scent was Keith, now, but... stronger then he was used to, stronger with the place, stronger with his arousal.

Natani very much liked it.

He pulled up in a long drag, looking for that pre, gathering it up, tasting it, swallowing it down. Not as strong as his seed, but... appetizing.

He looked at Keith, muzzle hovering near the tip of his cock. "Let me know if you think it isn't going to happen."

And then he opened his mouth, tongue and lips forming a buffer as he gathered Keith's tip up and slid it into his muzzle, careful to keep it from his teeth. Immediately, Keith groaned, and Natani felt him pulse as another spurt of pre was squeezed out onto his tongue, some inch or two inside his muzzle.

Well. That was promising...

He answered with his tongue, pushing up along Keith's underside, trying sliding it back and forth a little, kneading near his tip. A long, happy sigh from the basitin -- and his expression... still with that blush, and joyous, incredulous -- like he couldn't believe his good fortune.

Pretty damn flattering thing to see. Natani's own blush may have deepened, and his ears flicked with happy embarrassment before he gathered himself again, pressing Keith a little deeper into his muzzle, sucking tenderly on his tip, then his widening shaft. He found he could keep it from his teeth without too much difficulty, as long as he went slow -- but the length was indeed too much for him to take all of it, so he stopped well short of where it would be an issue.

Better not try to compete with the King on that front. Natani could see from the corner of his eye that she had turned to watch, but he didn't look at her, keeping his focus on Keith, and what he was doing.

Natani started bobbing his head, slowly, working about half of Keith's shaft, first pulling back to just the tip, where the lesser girth more easily let him play with it using his tongue, then pushing deeper, tighter, angling to press the tip between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, and letting the shaft follow.

Keith remained entranced, looking at him with wonder, occasionally opening his mouth to let out a little sigh, or to lick his lips and swallow. Or there would be a little tremble of his ears, echoed by another throb of his cock, another spurt of pre that Natani would drink down, leading to another tremble as Keith felt and watched him swallow --

Yeah, it... it looked promising. He followed Keith's reactions, and his own instincts in keeping his pace slow and constant, remembering what had happened as he had ridden Keith's muzzle that second time -- that desperate drive to finish, when he'd kept ramping up, and in a sense his chase had pushed his pleasure further, making it harder to catch up. He could speed up, but perhaps not much -- so if this was working, this was the speed he should keep, so he still had a little something in store if he needed it to finish.

Well, he could have used his hands. But if he didn't need to...

Though... perhaps there was a good way. Keith didn't have a knot to squeeze, but... Natani kept at it with just his muzzle for a while longer, thinking it through. His elbows were between Keith's legs, and he had his forearms draped over the basitin's hips. That maybe already felt as if he had someone on top of him, but... when Keith's breathing slowly started picking up, and those throbs and spurts began to get more frequent, Natani brought one of his hands to the base of the basitin's cock, laying it flat against his belly and pressing down, Keith's shaft cradled in the crook of his thumb. Maybe that would feel as if he was in to the hilt...

There was an answering twitch from Keith's hips, a feeling of energy, of wanting to rise against him -- so Natani pulled his muzzle back, then pressed down with his hand in a rhythm, hoping to start the basitin's engine. Keith thrust up into his mouth, just an inch or two, then fell back, then thrust again, pressing and throbbing against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Natani stopped his bobbing as he adjusted, then resumed, just a little, accentuating Keith's thrusts, and working his tongue against the basitin's tip.

Some short moments later, he could feel Keith's abdomen tense under his hand, and see the basitin's ears tremble as his eyes drifted closed, mouth opening in a long groan -- and then a long jet of his seed, thick and rich even after what he'd already been through, surged against the roof of Natani's mouth and coated his tongue, dousing him in Keith's taste. And it had been just the first of many; they kept coming one after the other, each with a hard, throbbing pulse of that cock, pressing against his lips and tongue as it passed. Keith's thrusting stilled with his release, replaced by a slow twitching of his hips in the same rhythm as those jets, as his body worked to squeeze each one out. Natani could feel the basitin's sack clench with each, tight against his thumb.

He pulled back to holding little more than just the tip in his muzzle, keeping the seal so he could catch all of Keith and swallow it down, his tongue working to coax more out of the basitin, slowly coming to a stop only when it was clear Keith had no more to give. The basitin was lying there panting, looking wrung out and beyond satisfied, even his ears now lax after his release -- and as Natani let up on milking him, Keith finally began to soften in his muzzle, one last flash of that taste squeezing out as he did. Natani swallowed it up, then let Keith slip out of his muzzle.

Now he looked at the King, and found her lying on her side, looking back, smiling. She gave him a nod, and he returned it with a grin.

She had been right. Keith hadn't been disappointed.

And more than that... Natani looked at Keith again, the basitin's eyelids fluttering as he still tried to catch his breath, a huge smile playing on his muzzle in his afterglow. Natani felt... powerful, for having had that effect on him.

In fact...

He tamped his grin down to a smile. "Keith?"

The basitin struggled to open his eyes, then looked at him, his smile leaking into his voice. "Natani."

It was so good to see him like that, and for a moment Natani just looked at him, forgetting what he was doing.

Ah, right.

Natani ducked his muzzle lower and, still looking at Keith, gave his shaft a little kiss. "I'll have to owe you for the other two." He let his mood come through in his smile. "Just let me know when you want them."

There was that blush again, and Natani grinned, knowing that all he'd need to do to fluster the basitin was to look at him in that same way -- at least, until he actually worked up the nerve to ask.

And if he didn't... Natani might have to take matters into his own hands.

It was probably that same understanding that caused Keith to once again throb against his muzzle, and start that slow surge towards hardness.

Natani shook his head, laughing. "I wasn't kidding about the 'owe' part. I need to rest my jaw after that." He smiled again. "But maybe next time... it was two for me, after all."

Keith laughed, still blushing. "Dammit, Natani, how am I supposed to..."

He didn't complete the thought, but he didn't really need to. Natani lifted himself up, then made his way up Keith's body on his hands and knees, dipping his muzzle down for a kiss, slow, gentle, full of smiles from the both of them, slowly evolving into trading little nudges, happy and playful, Keith's hand coming up to the side of Natani's head to stop him from darting away as he pleased, leveling the playing field.

It wasn't all that long until Natani felt Keith poking him on the stomach. He looked down between them and, sure enough, he was hard again.

Natani laughed. "You really are insatiable."

Keith blushed. "I can't exactly help it."

Natani shifted, getting down on his side next to Keith, across from the King. Maybe he could use his hand... but then, did he want to invite the same from Keith?

Well... basitins did have retractable claws...

The King spoke into the silence. "I take it it's not the same for wolves?"

It took Natani a moment to correctly connect that thought. She wasn't asking about claws. "Ah, no. Wolves are mostly one and done. Especially if we tie. Even if we don't, it's probably gonna take a guy at least ten or fifteen minutes to be ready to go again. Though... things get a little wilder when there's a heat." Natani furrowed his brows. "Wait. So what's it like when basitins go into heat?"

The King smiled. "Well, it lasts a week... and let's just say there's not a whole lot of other business during that week."

Oh.

It was Natani's turn to blush.

"Couples spend it together, of course. With rare exceptions. But those of us who are unattached tend to... come together."

Natani grinned. He thought he got the gist of it. "And your guards are unattached?"

The King nodded. "Not quite all of them, but yes, mostly it is so. The position traditionally calls for people who are free of other bonds of loyalty. Men -- and women -- who are unattached, and uninterested in changing that. At least for the moment."

A condition that Keith was sadly more than suited for. But Natani didn't want to dwell on that, or to risk Keith doing so. "And how many do you have?"

The King smiled. "Oh, only... fifteen or so who take part in the festivities."

Well. Natani saw Keith's ears stiffen, and grinned. "And you think Keith would fit right in?"

Keith went into a coughing fit.

"Oh, undoubtedly." She smiled at Keith, and it was an expression that was first and foremost kind. "If you can keep that head of yours during heat -- but not too well -- I do believe you would be much in demand. And not just from myself."

Keith got his coughing under control. "Th-thank you, ma'am."

The King turned her attention back on Natani. "But to go back a little in the discussion, that is an advantage of your current body, is it not? You are not 'one and done.'"

"I... suppose that's true. Though..." he grinned at Keith. "I might have an idea or two on how to satisfy a basitin even if I was."

Keith blushed at that and flicked his ears, and opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again after a moment.

Natani did have an idea or two... assuming he'd still like Keith if he had a male body, and assuming Keith would still like him. No way to know if either would hold true. And by Keith's expression, he was probably thinking in the same direction.

Natani almost asked Keith what he thought, but... what would have been the point? Even if the basitin said that he didn't think it would change anything, the words would't have that much weight to them. They'd be a wish, that was all. Same as Natani's.

And if Keith didn't even have that wish, well... better not to know, and just let things be as they were.

The King sounded thoughtful. "I have something I think you two might like."