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Chapter 47: Rejuvenation

Keeno and Enya's silhouettes drifted along through the grass side by side. Enya had her head on Keeno's shoulder, and the father and daughter's laughter echoed across the otherwise silent plain. Kel smiled to himself: so his granddaughter had a heart that could forgive. And Keeno was far stronger than Kel had ever guessed: Keeno allowed himself to be forgiven. If Kel had done such a thing to Kilyan, he didn't know how he'd ever get over it . . . But then again, Kel never got over anything.

Kel knelt as ever near the smooth patch of grass where Zaldon's big body lay. It was the fifth or sixth day. Kel could not remember. He'd lost count and was too miserable by now to care. Yuri was still a statue in the tall grass, and try as they might, no one could wake her from her efforts. But her efforts were in vain: Zaldon remained asleep. Kel had tried everything from rubbing Zaldon's chest to talking to him to sucking him off while the others slept. Zaldon's cock got a little hard, but it just barely wakened, and it was the first time Kel had ever put his lips to that soft phallus only to have it not respond.

Kel felt truly dismal and so utterly alone. He missed Aliona and often found himself muttering aloud to her as if she were there. Aliona would know how to help Zaldon. Aliona always knew what to do.

Kel sighed. Darkness was falling. He would have to call the others in soon, have Roan and Zane stroke up a fire, Theo cast lots for the first watch. They would eat their miserable supper: the nasty roots that Zane managed to dig up with his big paws. They were long roots and looked like carrots, but they were a strange purple color, and after eating them, Kel always had very steamy dreams -- dreams so steamy he woke up wet. He had tried feeding some of the strange root to Zaldon in the hopes that its bitter taste would wake the sorcerer, but that, too, failed to wake him.

Kel stood and was about to call in the others when a strange figure in the mist made him freeze. At first glance, he thought the approaching male was Zane: the wolf was tall like Zane, silver and muscular. But when the stranger stepped out of the mist, there were lines of age around the mouth and the eyes -- eyes that were a brilliant and beautiful lavender blue! Kel's breath caught in his chest and he stood frozen, his ears pricked forward like a rabbit with a scent. Yes, he knew that smell. But how was it possible?!

Julyan stepped out of the mist, and Kel saw the others leap to their feet with the tightening muscles of warriors with adrenaline pumping. Kel held out his arm.

"Don't! Put your weapon down, Theo!" Kel ordered.

The boys looked at Kel in wonder and amazement, but Keeno backed the order: it was okay, it was Julyan. Roan and Zane stared at their grandfather as if they needed reassuring, but Kel's green eyes were fixed on Julyan. He smiled and opened his arms. Julyan smiled back, and the boys were further amazed when the two older males embraced and kissed cheeks.

Kel pulled back and smiled up at Julyan. The silver male was obviously much older now, but just as before, his face had a certain youth to it. He smiled down at Kel with affectionately fluttering lashes. Those pale lashes! Kel wanted to kiss them.

Julyan laughed as if he'd read Kel's thoughts in his eyes. "Hello, Kel. Still as handsome as ever, I see. Why -- is that Yuri!"

Kel and the others stepped aside as Julyan went rushing to Yuri's still form. She was standing in the grass, her sable eyes unseeing, her lips a straight line as she gazed off in a trance. Julyan cupped her face sadly with one big paw.

"Oh, my angel," he whispered, and Yuri snapped out of her trance just like that. The others' mouths fell open: they hadn't been able to snap Yuri out of it for days!

Yuri staggered and grabbed Julyan's big arms to catch herself, blinking as the heat of her trance subsided. Her sable eyes were unsteady a moment, but when they focused on Julyan's face, she let out a sob of joy and bounced up on tip-toe to embrace him.

"Oh, J-Julyan!" the others heard her sob. "Julyan, Julyan, I tried but he -- he won't come out of it!"

Julyan pulled back and quickly gazed down at Yuri. Kel was saddened to see the raw fear in those beautiful lavender eyes. The blue spheres turned to Kel, round with horror. "Where's Zaldon? What happened to him?"

Kel didn't answer. He looked miserably toward the smooth patch of grass, and Julyan ran to it without another word.

"But . . . Yuri," whispered Keeno, confused, "how is Julyan here?"

"Zaldon made his warrior symbol into a charm," Yuri quietly, miserably explained, "and if anything happened to him, Julyan would know and be able to come."

Hearing this, Kel twisted idly at the ring on his finger and his own charm suddenly lost its . . . charm. He felt a sudden flash of jealousy when Julyan fell to his knees at Zaldon's side: it suddenly seemed as if Zaldon had given out so many magical trinkets when he had always thought his ring was special! But he was also ashamed of himself: Zaldon was seriously injured, and here he was wishing Julyan would get his perfect, gorgeous buns away from him . . .

"We can wake him," Julyan quietly informed them. He looked up and smiled gently in Kel's direction. "Kel and I."

Keeno nodded as if he understood. He gestured to the younger wolves and led them away with open arms. Roan hesitated, and Zane looked back, but both followed their uncle with Enya, Yuri, and Theo into the tall grass.

Kel looked at Julyan again. They were now alone with Zaldon, alone in the twilight, alone as stars began winking overhead. Julyan held out a paw to him.

"Come here, Kel."

Kel was surprised when his feet were moving before he could even think, and in seconds, he was kneeling with Julyan beside Zaldon.

"A long time ago," Julyan said softly, "Zaldon made a spell." Kel was again surprised when Julyan's pale lashes fluttered and he laughed. "I teased him for it at the time. Said it was just him trying to get another threesome. But, you see . . . Zaldon made a spell that would -- paralyze him -- so to speak, if he was badly injured. That way, he would not die. But . . ."

Julyan paused, and Kel looked up at him in earnest, the black ears pricked forward.

"The only way to rejuvenate Zaldon is for the two of us to . . . love him."

A slow smile spread on Kel's lips at Julyan's awkwardness. "Love him. How cute." He laughed when Julyan blushed.

"Stop that, now!" Julyan playfully scolded. "Goodness, you sound like Loryn."

"So what kinda love do we have to give him?"

Julyan blushed a little again. "Oh, don't make me say it, Kel! You know what Zaldon likes!"

Kel blushed, too, just thinking about it. He nodded, and together, they spread Zaldon's legs. Julyan leaned down and gave Zaldon's heavy balls a slow suck. Kel got hard just watching as Zaldon's dark pink testicles were lovingly sucked in and out. Julyan was hard too and so crimson in the face that Kel almost laughed: Julyan was embarrassed. He always had been awkward and shy, it was part of his charm: such a big creature -- shy! But he was doing a good job: Zaldon grunted and his big cock stood erect.

Kel felt his own cock twitch out pre-cum to see that stiff organ standing against the cold air. It was so thick, so long, so big with veins. And Zaldon was massive in his passion: the veins were pulsing, and the more Julyan sucked, the more his cock twitched. Kel had the acute feeling that if he gave Zaldon's cock the lightest lick, the sorcerer would explode.

Hungry to have that salty taste on his lips, Kel leaned forward and devoured Zaldon's shaft, sucking with his lips, pumping with his tongue, until both he and Julyan choked: Zaldon gave a groan and arched his back against the grass. His massive cock was shoved against Kel's lips until the head nudged his throat, until his lips were sore. Kel didn't care: he eagerly sucked away, his eyes closed in his longing, his moans as loud as Zaldon's.

Kel felt the heat of Julyan's body behind him, and then Julyan was pushing aside his mane, Julyan was kissing his neck, and those kisses felt so good that Kel felt his cock throbbing painfully. He sobbed a little on Zaldon's cock and closed his eyes gratefully when Julyan reached around and started fondling him in long, loving strokes. God, he had forgotten how good Julyan's touch was, how tender and careful, like a female's.

"Keep sucking, Kel," Julyan whispered in Kel's ear, his breath as hot as his body. "He's almost there . . ."

Kel felt as if his whole body was on fire. Here he was, trapped once again between Zaldon and Julyan, between these two big, grunting and groaning males. And Zaldon looked so handsome and earnest as he grunted and frowned in his sleep; Julyan smelled so good.

Zaldon swelled even thicker, and Kel knew it was coming. He clenched down tight with his sore lips and did the thing Zaldon had never been able to resist: he licked the tip of Zaldon's head very lightly, very carefully, and Zaldon let out a choked cry as his seed hit the back of Kel's throat. Kel knelt gulping, licking his lips, and he realized as his heaving breaths meshed with Zaldon's that he had come in Julyan's caressing fingers.

"God, that was too much . . ."

Kel heard a laugh and looked up: Zaldon was laying there with his black eyes open. A lazy smile was on his lips and his big arms were behind his head. He looked so handsome, so mischievous, and yet so sweet as he gazed with clear love up at Kel and Julyan.

"What would I do without you two?" Zaldon wondered with a helpless shake of his head.

"You would've died," Julyan scolded. "Or you wouldn't have gotten off. Which is pretty much the same thing."

Zaldon chuckled and held open his arms. Kel and Julyan fell on him like happy children, and the three wolves cuddled down in the grass, content and in love.