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Holiday in Sugar Cane VI

Revenge and the Duel

IronScales

Ok you know the drill, My story, my stuff, if you have any comments or suggestions I welcome them. Enjoy

Kyle yawned and stretched his arms above his head, feeling the warmth of the hot springs around his body as well as the light weight of Hanna pressed against his chest under the water. He slowed his movements so as to not disturb the beautiful sleeping wolf as he reached up onto the bank for his phone and checked the time.

"I hate it when I wake up like two minutes before my alarm." mumbled the still groggy wolf, deactivating the pesky little machine and throwing it back up onto the bank.

In truth they had a little more than an hour to show up at the proving grounds before Kyle's bout with his father but there was unfortunately still much to do and it would take a few minutes to walk back to camp after they made themselves presentable.

"Hanna," Kyle said in almost a whisper in his lover's ear "we need to get up and get ready."

Hanna shifted to lying on her side and nuzzled into Kyle's shoulder with the only vocal response being something pertaining to pancakes or pink capes. Kyle couldn't tell which but laughed to himself all the same. He hated to do it but Hanna had to be awoken by any means necessary. No, I lied, he enjoyed doing it. He slowly worked his hands under the water and hooked them under her butt and slowly lifted her lithe frame while at the same time moving inch by inch deeper into the pool leaving her body the same level as she was while near the bank so she wouldn't know she had moved at all till the last second. When they had reached a point in the pool where Kyle's shoulders barely surfaced he let go, about faced, and swam like the devil while Hanna kicked and sputtered, shouting several unladylike words in the process of "waking up". By this time Kyle had reached the bank and was dressing himself with his back to the floundering Hanna and was struggling not to burst out laughing (If there was one thing Kyle loved aside from Hanna it was a good prank).

Kyle had only managed to get his shorts on when suddenly the splashing stopped and Kyle turned around at the figure slowly stalking towards him with a look that said, "You are so dead buster."

"Good morning beautiful!" Kyle said as he flashed his biggest smile possible.

Hanna climbed out of the spring, still fully in the buff, stopped inches away from Kyle and smiled impishly. She reached up and placed her arms around Kyle's broad neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss; both of their hearts began to speed up and once more they savored the chance to love and be loved in return. Their tongues danced and played with each other as Hanna stroked Kyle's short fur and worked her way up to his ears. Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

"Owowowowow!"

Hanna was now smiling again, holding her mate's ears nearly straight down and keeping them in place with her claws with a good deal of force just to emphasize her point.

"On your knees funny wolf" she snickered and dragged him down so that he was level with her navel and still maintained a death grip on the wolf's now burning ears.

"Alright! I get it! You win! Uncle! Truce! Little white flag on a stick!" Kyle went through every term in the book but Hanna would not be swayed.

"After all these years my love, you should know that I always get you back for your little pranks and you have no Idea how long I have wanted to use this particular one." She released him and told him to sit up straight like a good boy; a command which he promptly acquiesced to and she kissed him lightly on the nose.

"See you can behave if you really want to. But that was still oh so mean" Hanna pouted and made the cutest face possible, topping it off by wiggling her still soaked frame slightly to antagonize him further. "You see, bad little wolves need to be punished and I think yours will start now. You will be quite lucky if your tongue isn't raw in the morning from pleasuring me so much."

Hanna lifted one leg up and stepped over Kyle's shoulder, placing her dripping sex right next to his sensitive nose. Kyle looked up and smirked at his cousin and leaned in to lick her swollen lips but was rewarded for his over enthusiasm with a sharp whack on the muzzle.

Kyle shook his head quickly and wrinkled his nose.

"Oh, was I unclear baby? Right now you don't get to play, you have an important match coming up and I don't want you to have any distractions." She cooed in her most sensual voice possible while all Kyle could do was take his turn to try the pouting face. It didn't work and Hanna continued. "You only get to look right now and you can even smell if you want but you can't touch till later tonight." Said Hanna while shaking a finger.

Mental note: Not a kitty; still has claws. Was all that Kyle could think of.

With that the male did his best to steel himself for his "punishment" but his attempts were quite in vain. Hanna began as soon as she had lowered the shaking finger to her dripping flower. Running the tip of her claw along her slit she began to gently rock her hips back and forth more than once bumping her pelvis into Kyle's nose to entice him further.

After a few minutes of her slow and methodic ministrations she began to notice the growing bulge in Kyle's shorts as well as the discomfort his trapped member was causing him. She wasn't about to say it then but knowing Kyle's desire for her only made her hotter and she began to want him in every way possible right then and there.

This is supposed to be his punishment not mine! She whined in her head and picked up the pace a fair bit now slowly dipping a finger between her moist folds and using her palm to rub her aching clit for a bit of relief. She rocked back and forth, still bumping into her still suffering but obedient lovers nose and to make matters worse for him she had started dripping her juices all over his neck, shoulder, and chest so that no matter what he tried to do the scent was still driving the male wild with desire.

Hanna had now added a second finger, trying desperately to quench the burning fire inside her and at the same time trying not to fantasize too much about Kyle mating with her otherwise she would never be able to stop without fucking his brains out on the bank and that would take too long. Still rocking her hips and now plunging both of her fingers as deep as she could she started to moan wildly and try to grab onto Kyle's short head fur for support. Once she stabilized herself she ran right off the edge and into orgasm all over her lover. It was all Kyle could do to hold himself in check.

Hanna collapsed in a heap on Kyle's chest after removing her leg from his shoulder and rode out the rest of her bliss by bucking and tearing at his fur and with the occasional twitch of pleasure slowly came down from her euphoria and back to her love. She reached up and they kissed once more so gently and tenderly that you would think that they were both made of glass. The two sat for a minute or two simply savoring each before Hanna caught a glimpse of the time on Kyle's phone sitting next to them on the ground.

Sighing she knew they had to both get going. "I hope you learned your lesson love." Hanna smiled up at Kyle who was now doing his best to return his loins to their public appropriate form and noticing this Hanna couldn't help but giggle at his frustration.

He returned his attention to his mate, "Yes ma'am," He said playfully. "I'll try harder to behave for now, seeing as how we are in public." He shot her a coy smile while she just shook her head and gave him a playful bop on the nose.

"What am I going to do with you?" She sighed once more. "Oh and by the way, you have thirty-two; no excuse me, thirty-ONE minutes to get ready for your duel with Dean."

Kyle's eyes got as big as tennis balls when she said that and he snatched his phone up to see for himself. Sure enough there was now only half an hour to get ready. Hanna giggled again, gently cupping his cheek in her palm.

"I'm going to get cleaned up sweetheart but I'll be there to cheer you on. I promise." She kissed him one final time and scooted him off toward the training ground to get his gear. "Please be careful my love." She whimpered softly to herself as Kyle ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

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Kyle stared down at his boots as he marched his way fully armed through the throngs of his family on his way to the proving grounds. This was the same gear that had carried him through the War of Teeth not even a full year ago. He wore a tight shirt of ring mail as a first layer and after that his heavy lobster style pauldron that covered his left arm from pointed claw tip to his shoulder and then down across his left pectoral and part of his back and buckled under his right arm. It was quite heavy and nearly indestructible, perfect for Kyle due to the fact that he could use it to crush an opponent's bones with its studded knuckles or to stave off almost any kind of weapon with ease. This was vital to his fighting style because he carried no shield. His right arm bore his own personal mark and the mark of the clan engraved in a much smaller steel pauldron that only covered his shoulder along with a light ring mail lined vambrace and glove. He left his elbow only covered by mail so that he could wield his hewing spear with absurd speed and efficiency. Just recently as a personal touch he had covered all of the bare steel plates with black leather to make his armor seem weaker than it actually was and because he thought it looked better. His midsection he left to just the ring mail shirt because of the fact that he needed the largest range of motion he could get with his weapon style. To protect his legs he wore simple cargo pants that had been lined on the inside with still more ring mail, heavy lace up boots, steel greaves also covered in black leather over his pants and a knife in his boot to top it all off.

He was cheered and jolted as he walked through the crowd, some of the family shouting praise and clapping him on the shoulder giving him words of encouragement while the visitors to the festival simply wondered what was going on. (Some aspects of clan life only clan members could be involved in) He refused to acknowledge their cheers or questions, keeping his eyes fixed on his toes and his mind on being the most impressive thing the elders have ever seen. Just like his father had said, a good performance could mean the difference between a truly fantastic decision by the elders for Kyle and Hanna or an absolute disaster. He was no fool and knew he had no chance at all of defeating his father in one on one combat but he could give him the run of his life, after all, Hanna depended on it.

He arrived at the proving grounds promptly five minutes before the duel was scheduled and only then did he look to the place where the elders were sitting. All five were in high backed chairs that had been set in the midst of this desolate field wearing dark and regal looking robes. The sign of the elders embroidered on the chest of them all. Kyle tried not to look at the hoards of morphs that had formed a circle more than seventy five yards in diameter and there literally were hundreds of the clans soldiers that had showed up to see if a new officer would be revealed today and even more everyday clan members piled in after them.

Harvey, the oldest living father and leader of the elders stood and all was silent. The gray wolf looked about and smiled raising his hands to the heavens and proclaiming in a voice that could cause a mountain to fall proclaimed, "Today we the clan of the line of Kanth, seek to test the mettle of one of our own!"

A thunderous war erupted from the crowd as Harvey motioned to Kyle standing in the center of the great rift.

"I fought beside this young wolf during the War of Teeth and I tell you now, he has the heart of Kanth himself and I would not be surprised if he ascends to Lord of the Armies and then Elder one day. But the future is for tomorrow! Today we wish to find if he is ready to become a captain in our army, Kyle Vervain!" At this even more cheers went up. Kyle was flabbergasted; he expected nothing but opposition in this endeavor. "So in order to test him properly," continued Harvey once the cheers had quieted again, "The one to test him will be his own teacher, father, and you're current Lord of the Armies, Dean Vervain!"

Kyle had originally thought that the ovation he himself received was immense, but this, this was something that was terrifying. The roar of the crowd literally made his armor vibrate as the non military clan members cheered nonstop and the soldiers beat their weapons and fists against shields and armor.

It was then that Kyle's father came into view. The massive six-eight frame layered in blackened steel armor from head to toe. A testament to his father's fighting style. Armored like a tank he preferred to charge headlong into battle, and seeing as his weakest piece of armor was so thick and heavy that it made Kyle's left pauldron look like tin foil, he could withstand any attack that the opponent could throw at him and then crush them with brute force or hack them apart with his two daggers (In truth they were actually short swords but at his size, Dean made anything that wasn't super sized look small). Kyle was different; he would prefer to eliminate his enemies from a small distance with skill and precision rather than be engaged in an outright slobber knocker.

They met in the center of the massive circle and Harvey called that they were to commence when ready.

At that Kyle snapped his left arm up as a barrier between himself and his father and rested the shaft of his spear on top of his wrist, pointed at Dean's throat.

Dean's face grew solemn and emotionless as he lazily drew his daggers and held them both point down and spread his arms slightly, ready to do battle.

They stood there motionless for what seemed like an eternity for Kyle and the spectators. Not a gust of wind blew and not a sound could be heard at all. The peace bothered Kyle and his eyebrow twitched a fraction of a millimeter.

Dean struck with deadly accuracy as he saw the flinch in Kyle's mental state, flipping his left dagger and thrusting with such speed and force toward his abdomen that anyone who he himself hadn't trained would have been done in with that attack. Kyle regained himself and hopped backward, avoiding the deadly lunge at his stomach and countering with a jab from his spear. Dean brushed it aside easily but Kyle had anticipated this and spun in place wildly, intending to use his left arm to knock one of the daggers out of his father's hands. He connected with Dean's wrist with an ear-splitting CRACK. But to Kyle's horror, his father's hand neither budged nor dropped anything.

Seeing the opening Dean flipped his dagger and struck the pommel of his weapon into his son's stomach with a sickening thud sending him flying backward due to the force of the strike.

Kyle skidded to a halt and fell to one knee for a brief second before righting himself and charging straight at his father, ignoring the pain in his stomach. Before Dean could reach the younger red wolf Kyle lashed out in the most complex series of jabs and slashes that he knew and even threw in some completely off the cuff in an attempt to confuse his father and it was working. Kyle nicked and scratched the armor around his chest and shoulders and even gave Dean a nasty slash across the cheek and had pierced some of the mail at the joints of his armor that were now bleeding visibly. If he were a lesser wolf he would have been killed at least fifty times over by this young spear master in the past few seconds.

But he was not a lesser wolf. Seeing the predicament he was in was not difficult for an old war vet like Dean and after biding his time he closed the gap between the two of them and grabbed Kyle's wrist with such force that the younger wolf howled in pain and dropped his spear to the ground where Dean lazily kicked it away.

Kyle did the only thing he could think of. Using his left arm he started to wail away on the right side of Deans head. Blow after blow he struck the older wolf until finally, Dean had enough. With one well aimed punch to the throat Kyle was sent reeling once more. He bounced and rolled along the hard earth before landing hard on his face. He coughed and sputtered and got up on his hands and knees, trying to right himself. All the while a nearly silent mantra falling from his lips was the only thing that pushed him to stay up.

"Ha-Hanna, Hanna..."

Dean had already turned around and was walking away from the center of the ring when the crowd gasped and he looked over his shoulder. Kyle had managed to get to his feet and he had pulled his last resort knife out of his boot as he started to stumble toward his father, eyes half closed and glazed, oblivious to all but his goal.

"Hanna, Ha- Hanna..."

Dean faced his slowly advancing son and his heart ached as he himself closed the distance between them and Kyle fell forward into his massive arms.

"Hanna..." Was all he kept saying as the knife found its way to an opening in Dean's armor even when the rest of him lay seemingly lifeless. The knife raised not more than an inch and came back down making a tiny clink and doing no harm whatsoever. The knife rose again and clink, up and clink. The sight of this wolf still trying to fight amazed the spectators, old and young. Even Dean could not believe what he was seeing.

"Hanna..." clink, clink, clink...

"Peace my son, you made me proud. Hanna is watching. She isn't going anywhere."

And at that Kyle collapsed completely, finally willing to submit.

Kyle didn't hear the cheers go up after he had fallen unconscious, nor did he see the small white wolf that rushed out past his father to his lifeless form. She even beat Hanna to the punch which forced Dean to immediately go to Kyle's lover to make sure she didn't kill the fourteen year old wolf girl now cradling Kyle's still frame in her tiny paws.