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Chapter 16: Fuck Me

The night they reached the sun village, the rain had grown much heavier. It was now storming so violently that Kel bellowed for everyone to run for the gates. Lightning was snaking low across the barren ground. A white lick of it just missed the group only to zap a tree in halves instead. Terrified, they fled with their sleeping furs on their heads, and Nontikmah had now become so weak and cold that Kilyan wrapped her snugly in his own sleeping furs, pulling the end up over her face like a hood: after hearing Nontikmah describe the way the sun wolves had treated her before, he thought it best they did not have a chance to recognize her face - or her tails, which he took the time to tuck away out of sight.

The group stamped hard through the mud, panting as the thunder rolled loud against the sky. Wynn slipped and fell to one knee. Another branch of lightning reached down near them again, and panicking, Inden grabbed Wynn by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. He bolted after the others, ignoring her feeble protests, his eyes fixed on Keeno's back as he drilled himself to catch up. The others were gathering at the gates now and looking frantically among themselves.

"Where are Wynn and Inden?" Kilyan yelled above the thunder.

"Here!" Inden called. He pelted up, rain sloshing down his face as he blinked and spit it off. Wynn hung draped over his shoulder, and he didn't put her down when he joined the group.

Torches stood either side of the sun village's gates, their flickering fire bending in the ceaseless wind. The two guards at the gate, like most sun wolves, were very large. With rippling muscles, they barred the gate with their spears and looked down their noses at the strangers. They were cloaked in thick capes, and from underneath their drawn-up hoods, snatches of mane slapped across flat, hard, and unfeeling eyes. They wore the usual symbols of sun warriors around their necks - which read that should they die on foreign soil, their names were Syncath and Bettu -- and one had a stud in his nose.

"Your business here?" barked the one with the stud.

"We are friends of the Grand Sorcerer Zaldon and have come to stay in his home," Kel announced over the wind.

The other guard's chest heaved when he snorted. "So you are the ones he wishes to keep out!" he shouted, almost in amusement. "His grandness the sorcerer Zaldon announced last week that he had no foreign friends, and that if they came knocking, all guards were to turn them away."

"So go away," added the studded guard flatly.

Kel stood in silent shock.

"Then we'll stay with our other friend," Kilyan said, stepping to his father's side. "She is Ceara, sister of the warrior Julyan, and she will gladly welcome us."

"Ah, you know Ceara," said the one with the stud. He gazed off dreamily. "Nice tits."

The guards pulled their spears aside and were preparing to open the gates when one suddenly noticed Nontikmah's limp and hooded body. He held his muscular arm out again, once more barring the way. "And that one?" he said, nodding at the witch. "Is it alive or dead? Sick or simply injured?"

"She twisted her ankle when we were running from the lightning," lied Keeno at once, "which is getting pretty close, I might add!"

"So let us in!" Aliona ordered. She clung shivering to her husband's arm, small and shapely and very fetching around the eyes. The guards seemed taken with her sapphire gaze, the fearlessness in her small frame, the warrior's command that had been in her face. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Alright," said one guard, still regarding Aliona in amusement, "you may pass."

The guard with the stud reached through the bars of the gate and gestured absently for a comrade to unlock and open it. His eyes remained fixed lustily on Aliona, who lifted her chin with the same command still in her expression.

"Go, Mom!" said Kilyan when they had passed into the dark streets.

Aliona laughed at her son's praise. Because Kel was still too numb with shock and despair to think, it was she who led the group to a cloth awning in the market place, and beneath this shelter, she brushed herself off, as well as her husband.

Wynn jerked her legs, and Inden set her down. He resisted the urge to help her brush the mud off her body, but he was pleased and surprised when she turned to him and started grooming him with the care and fuss of a wife. He stood holding down a blush - as well as an erection - to have Wynn standing so near, and thought wretchedly that it would help if Keeno wasn't sitting on a table and watching him in great amusement.

"But we're really going straight to Zaldon's, right?" Kilyan asked. He laid Nontikmah's small body along the length of a picnic table and pushed the hood back to look at her. The bags under her eyes had become more pronounced, and her once glossy lips were dry and cracked and white. His brows knit together as he took her paw.

"No, son," said Kel, who finally seemed to have snapped out of it. "Just me."

"And me," said Aliona firmly.

Kilyan looked around at his father and felt a little disappointed. He had looked forward all this time to seeing Zaldon, who he secretly considered a father-figure.

"Don't worry, Kil," said Keeno, elbowing his friend. "Once Zaldon gets over whatever's going on, you'll see him again. In the mean time, we're all going to my baby girl's for the night." He hopped off the picnic table and grinned at everyone.

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Yuri stood at the window, hugging herself as she gazed out at the storm. She closed her eyes and smiled when Enya came up behind her and held her tight.

Enya kissed Yuri's cheek, then nibbled her ear before whispering into it, "Come to bed."

Yuri smoothed her paw over Enya's. "I want to, Enya, it's just . . ."

"That feeling again?" Enya finished for her.

Yuri nodded.

For several months now, Yuri had been experiencing horrible feelings of foreboding, as if something heartrending was going on, and she, meanwhile, was obliviously living her merry little life. Something was wrong. Something was going on with Zaldon. Ever since he retired - and even a little before then - he hardly left home. It used to be that a hailstorm could not stop Zaldon from visiting Yuri and Enya for dinner. Now he found every excuse to cancel, and the rare times that he allowed her to visit him at his home, it was always in the dark where she could hardly see him. Sometimes she took time off from work to catch him by surprise, and in the light of day, he would hug her and smile and everything seemed just fine. But somehow . . . Yuri knew it wasn't fine.

"Yuri," said Enya soothingly, "you're just worrying too much, baby. Zaldon is getting old, that's all. All our parents are. He's slower now, he gets tired more easily, that's why he stays at home. All our parents are getting slow. Shit, my dad has back problems. How do you think I feel when he spends the whole visit hunched over?"

Yuri laughed, knowing that Enya was making things up to comfort her. "Okay, maybe you're right. Still . . . it doesn't make watching him grow old any easier."

"I know, baby," Enya said sympathetically. She squeezed Yuri tight. "Now come to bed."

Yuri shivered when Enya had left her: her lover's touch left a burning in its wake that always sent her blood pumping. Tonight was no different. She walked up the hall with all the blood rushing to her tits and her pussy, her little feet almost timid as she listened to Enya moving around their bedroom.

Yuri was a moon wolf, and as a result, she was blue; her body now thick and shapely, with a mane that rippled like water on the breeze. Her pretty sable eyes had always seemed so large and innocent when she was younger, but now she walked with the matured body of a female: larger breasts, wider hips, and thicker thighs. She was twice as lovely as before, and Enya never failed to remind her.

Yuri paused outside the curtain of their bedroom and deeply inhaled. She could smell Enya's wet pussy, as well as the lotions Enya had just rubbed into her fur. Yuri felt her clit start pumping hard after that. God, did Enya have to tease her? She pushed the curtain aside, her heart pounding at what she might find. Enya could be very creative when it came to turning Yuri on, and Yuri knew that each and every time she was seduced into bed, she should expect something new.

Yuri looked into the room and blushed prettily: Enya was kneeling on the bed with her ass pointed at the door. Her head was down on the sheets and her thighs were spread so wide that her shapely little ass cheeks peeled apart, revealing her pink anus and pussy. She was a sleek tan wolf, and cutting down her breasts was a blaring white stripe. The stripe ran all the way down between her legs, and kneeling as Enya was, Yuri could see the white fur around her pussy. But simply kneeling with her ass in the air was not what Enya had been doing as she moved around their bedroom: rammed in Enya's anus and pussy was the handle of a basket. The thick, crescent-shaped basket handle was just barely inserted, and Yuri suddenly knew that Enya was holding the handle in by clenching her pussy and anus on it.

"Could you help me, pretty blue stranger?" said Enya in a husky voice. "You see, I can't keep this handle in my pussy and ass alone." She smiled over her shoulder at Yuri and rocked her hips.

Yuri stood frozen in the doorway, but her nipples stood out hard. Enya laughed at her.

"Is this what you do - with - your time while I'm - w-working? Break handles off baskets?" stammered Yuri, and laughed in her embarrassment. She covered her hard little nipples and looked all around the room, as if for an escape. She didn't know why she was so nervous. Probably because she was so used to being Enya's toy and not the other way around: it was usually Yuri who eventually found herself with her ass in the air as Enya rammed some invented toy into her pussy. But now the tables were turned.

"Get over here," Enya ordered, "and fuck me with this handle."

Yuri started and moved into the room, her pussy so wet now that she felt her juices seeping in her fur. She loved it when Enya bossed her around, and Enya knew it. Yuri loved to be submissive given the chance, but it seemed that tonight, Enya was forcing her to play the mistress for the sheer sake of enjoying her embarrassment. Enya seemed to get off on humiliation. She thought it was cute.

Yuri knelt behind Enya and wanted at once to drag her tongue from Enya's anus to her clit. She could see Enya's ass and pussy clench when the handle almost slipped free. God, this was too much. She closed her eyes a moment, drinking in Enya's hot scent.

"Do it, baby," Enya whispered, "drive that handle in my pussy."

Shaking all over, Yuri took Enya's hips and pressed her pelvis to the handle. It sank sharp in Enya's pussy and ass, and Enya cried out, wriggling in the sheets. Yuri eased her hips back and the handle sank out a little. Enya sighed as her glossy juices squished around it. God, she was wet. Yuri leaned down and lapped a little of her juices up with the tip of her tongue. Enya sighed again, and rising up on her paws, she dropped her head forward and twisted her body as Yuri's eager licking continued. Her tan curls splashed over the sheets and she moaned and gasped and whispered Yuri's name.

"Yuri, fuck me, baby - fuck me now!"

Ever obedient, Yuri took Enya's hips and slapped her pelvis against the handle. The handle sank in sharp, then slipped out again with each thrust, and in this manner, Yuri was able to fuck Enya in her pussy and ass at the same time. Yuri had to hand it to Enya: she was going crazy doing this. Her clit was on fire as she banged her hips against the handle, growing wilder and fiercer in her thrusts. Enya's cries of pleasure sent chills through Yuri's body, and before she even realized it, Yuri had taken Enya's tits in fistfuls and was humping her back to bang the handle in. Enya crouched under Yuri, her body jerking with every eager thrust, her mouth open, her head to the side as Yuri's kisses in her neck sent spasms of pleasure over her.

"Yes, fuck me, Yuri - you feel so good on me, baby. I bet you look good on me too."

Yuri couldn't believe it when Enya fumbled in the sheets, and after finding something under a pillow, she drew it out to reveal a silver mirror. She lifted the mirror at an angle so that they both were reflected, their eyes hooded in their helpless arousal. Yuri blushed to see herself so strained and eager, to see her big tits smashed on Enya's back and the way Enya's own big titties were crushed in her fingers. But for some reason, seeing them together like that made Yuri wild. She suddenly threw Enya on her back, and massaging her breasts in deep strokes, she rolled the nipples around as she kissed her.

The handle was still in Enya's pussy and ass, and Yuri slammed her hips against it as she and Enya kissed - so wildly and so deeply that Enya thought she might swallow Yuri's tongue. She smoothed her paws in a frenzy down Yuri's back and over her ass cheeks, then dipped between her lover's pussy lips and fingered her. They groaned and sighed as this wild kissing and fucking continued, and Enya thought she would explode when Yuri put her legs on her shoulders. Yuri eventually banged the handle in so hard that Enya screamed as she came. Yuri came after her with a weak, shrill cry, and sagged on top of her love as if deflated.

They panted into the sudden silence, shivering breasts to shivering breasts, and Yuri closed her eyes and smiled when Enya curled her fingers in her mane.

"Was it good for you?" Enya teased, putting her arms behind her head.

Yuri rose up and kissed Enya. "It's always good for me."

They smiled at each other as Yuri pulled her knees up and straddled her lover. With her ass pointed at the air, she leaned down with swinging tits to kiss Enya. And they were moaning tongue against tongue when a knock at the front of the house made them freeze.

Yuri looked over her shoulder with a frown.

"Who can that be this late?" Enya wondered with an irritated scowl. She pushed her mane back from her eyes and let her head flop in defeat on the pillow.

"Someone with a sick relative?" Yuri said, climbing from the bed.

Enya sat up on one elbow and watched with growing irritation as Yuri went to the closet to collect her healing staff. It was a new thing, using a staff to channel power. Wolves had recently discovered that it made them less tired after performing magic. The staff was no longer just a pretty accessory. Enya glared at that staff. Over the years, she had slowly begun to resent Yuri's work as a sorceress. It always seemed as if Yuri was being taken from her right when they were happiest. She knew it was childish, selfish. But she didn't care: she had fought so hard to be with Yuri - had nearly been stoned to death! -- and now it seemed they only ever had a few hours of the day alone. It had been this way for six years.

Still, thought Enya, dropping her cheek on her fist as she watched Yuri bend over and that pink pussy press between her thighs, some time alone was better than none.

"Be back as quick as I can," Yuri said, and when she straightened up again, she was wearing a cloak to shield her from the rain.

Enya tried to smile, but Yuri saw right through her. She came to the bed, and leaning down to kiss Enya, she playfully pushed the handle in deep.

Laying on the bed with her legs open, Enya groaned as the handle sank in her pussy and ass. But she pushed Yuri's paw away.

"The sick, Yuri. They're waiting."

Yuri was a little stung by the bitter note in Enya's voice, but she took up her staff and left the room.

Suddenly pissed, Enya yanked the handle from between her legs and threw it hard against the wall. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of ways to get Yuri out of her job. She could always appeal to the village council, but she was pretty sure they would turn her away: Enya's desire to have Yuri for herself was not going to bear much weight with them. Could she really blame them? She felt like a little kid for her tantrum and rolled onto her side, bent on going to sleep. She could hear the distant hum of Yuri speaking with her customers in the front room. Why didn't they leave already?

Enya angrily hugged a pillow and didn't look up when she heard Yuri reenter their bedroom. What did Yuri forget? Some precious herbs or a wand or something? She lay there and couldn't believe it when Yuri came over to the bed and slapped her ass.

Enya shot up. "Yuri! What --" She stammered herself into silence when Yuri grinned.

"Guess who's here."