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Chapter 38: You Make Me Wanna

Kilyan was asleep when someone suddenly burst in the room where he was still bound. He had spent the last few hours or so angrily pulling at the bedposts to which he was tied with no success. And as darkness crept again across the window, Kilyan gave up in bitter frustration and fell asleep.

He woke up with a miserable groan when he heard feet shuffle into the room. Finivive was back to crush him some more. Yay. But turning his head, he smelled no oppressive powdery scent. He heard no thighs rubbing together either. Kilyan's green eyes peered through the darkness. Small, frantic paws ripped the ropes from his ankles. Avi! He could smell her now, the scent of her filthy fur and the dried, salty blood on her lip. She was free of her chains, and her dark, serious eyes glinted in the gloom.

"Avi!" Kilyan sat up when his arms were free and pulled her tight in a hug. "How did you --?"

"No time," Avi said, breaking away. "Avi kill Finivive, not long before it discovered - we find Wynn and Inden -- come!"

Kilyan gagged as Avi snatched him up from the bed with her shemale super strength. She dragged him after her from the room, their dicks flapping as they ran. And as they rushed up the stairs, Kilyan's heart beat hard with happiness. He didn't know what had happened to wake Avi up from whatever nightmare she had been reliving daily in her mind, but he was glad. He wanted to stop in the hall and kiss her, but he knew she was right: if she had really killed Finivive, then they had little time before the pygmies discovered their queen's body and killed them.

"But why would Wynn and Inden be in Finivive's hut?" Kilyan couldn't help wondering aloud.

"They weren't. Wynn and Inden - everyone gone from holding hut --"

"They escaped? Thank god --!"

"-- so Avi come back for Kilyan first, figured Wynn and Inden might be here with Finivive children --"

They hurried breathlessly up the hall, passing many curtained rooms, from which came nothing but the low glow of candles and silence. Avi finally stopped at the end of the hall. She paused beside the last curtain and listened with her head tilted. Kilyan listened too, and his face slowly melted of confusion when he realized what he was listening to: low and steady grunts - deep and guttural - and the endless, shrill cries of a female. Squelching noises. A bed frame groaning as it was shaken. They were listening to sex.

Apparently, Inden was now in very good terms with the pygmy princess.

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah - oh - oh, Inden, yes - give it to me . . .!"

"Elele, don't say such things - it makes me --"

"I like the way it makes you," was the gentle reply.

Wet kissing and moaning, more grunting and Elele's helpless sobs as the apparent ecstasy Inden was giving her tripled toward an orgasm.

Kilyan and Avi looked at each other: neither of them wanted to walk in on that. But they had no choice. And since Kilyan had walked in on Inden having sex before, he reminded himself darkly, then it was nothing for him to do it again. He ripped the curtain aside to discover the startled teenagers: Inden was on top of Elele and Elele's legs were splayed beneath his jiggling balls. Inden was so badly startled that he fell clear off the bed, and Elele - her face the color of a rose - pulled the sheets up around her naked body. But it was too late: Kilyan and Avi had seen that pink pussy taking Inden's cock. The adults struggled to wipe the image from their minds as they entered the room.

"S-Sir - I can explain --" Inden stammered, standing and hunching his muscular body over as he covered his erection and balls.

Kilyan grabbed Inden's arm, rolling his eyes as he said, "One, I don't care. Two, there's no time for that. Three, come on --!"

"Kilyan!" Avi snapped, and Kilyan halted with Inden. She was glaring down at Elele, who cowered in terror on the bed. "What about this one?"

Elele looked so pathetically afraid that Avi was torn between breaking her neck and hugging her like the mother she'd never possessed. "What about you, girl?" she said to Elele. "Does the pygmy princess know where she stands?" She managed a dark smile.

Relieved that Avi wasn't going to snap her neck, Elele moved from the bed toward Inden. She took Inden's arm as she said, "Beside him."

Inden blushed purple.

Avi seemed confused that Inden was apparently in love with Elele and not her daughter, but she nodded. "Then come."

The group hurried down the stairs, and as they went, Kilyan's warrior eyes searched the gloom for a weapon, any weapon. In the front room near the fire pit were piled many pots of spoons, forks, and knives, and a few daggers were displayed proudly on the wall. Kilyan snatched a dagger down, giving one to Inden. He offered one to Avi but she shook her head, and he remembered that she was shemale: most shemales liked to fight with arrows or nothing.

Thus armed, the group hurried to the front curtain. Kilyan peered carefully out, wondering anxiously where the hell Wynn and Keeno were. And what was more, where the hell was Sylas? Wynn had told him that Sylas was with her, that Sylas would protect her. He wanted to tan her hide for lying to him. God, let her still have a hide to tan.

With the village still and silent in the dead of the night, Kilyan was about to gesture the others to follow when he noticed a group of wolves moving their way. His first instinct was to close his paw tight on his dagger hilt and prepare to strike, but his heart leapt when he realized who the wolves were.

Keeno, looking almost frantic, was leading Wynn toward Finivive's hut. Wynn had Sylas leaning heavily against her, his white arm around her shoulders as she helped him along.

It was with a jolt that Kilyan realized Avi had already killed the guards before coming to his rescue, and Keeno, having seen this, was hurrying their way. When Keeno reached Kilyan, they touched each other and smiled in relief. So everyone was alive, everyone was okay. But Kilyan couldn't help noticing the pale misery on Wynn's face.

"My daughter . . .?" Kilyan began anxiously.

Keeno shook his head darkly.

"What's wrong?" Kilyan demanded of them.

Elele hadn't taken her large, frightened eyes off Wynn. "Wynn . . . where's my brother?"

Wynn looked at the ground, meeting no one's gaze. Avi touched her daughter's cheek and whispered something in the shemale tongue. Wynn looked up, and with a tear clinging to her lashes, she nodded and swallowed hard, as if swallowing her sorrow for later.

"Come," Avi said, "for the jungle. Avi will kill anyone who tries to stop us. The rest of you will keep running." With that, Avi marched off. Kilyan watched her little frame, and in that instant, had to smother thoughts of wanting to fuck Avi: her warrior prowess alone was enough to turn him on. God, she made him want to.

The group hurried behind Avi, taking dark alleys in-between the huts and making a steady path for the gates. Wynn fell clumsily, skidding in the rocks and scraping her knee as Sylas fell with her. Kilyan pulled them up and they hurried on.

It wasn't long before the howl went up, and warrior pygmies everywhere were screaming their heads off that so-and-so had been found murdered. Eleu's name was among the cries of outrage, and hearing this from a passing crowd of pygmies as the group crouched in an alley, Elele choked down a sob and glared at Wynn with wet eyes. It was clear she wanted to strangle Wynn, and she certainly looked as if she would have, but Inden reminded her with a look that they had to keep silent, so Elele, too, swallowed her feelings for later.

They had almost made it to the gates, but Kilyan knew their good progress was just too good to be true. He was right. A crowd of angry pygmies spotted them. The howl went up again. The pygmies charged.

"Run!" Avi bellowed, standing her ground.

"No, Avi," Kilyan said, and without hesitating, he threw Avi over his shoulder. The blows that she gave him would leave bruises later, he knew, but he didn't care: Avi was coming with him this time.

They kept running, and Keeno said something that was on all their minds: "We're never going to make it!"

Pulling Sylas along as they ran in full view up the street now, Wynn held down the knot of terror that was welling up in her throat. So this was how she was going to die. She had always wondered how, and how old, and when. She had always hoped that she would die an old wolf in the marriage bed that she would have shared with Inden, and later, she had hoped to die in Miras Eii with Sylas as Dyzere had died there at Nontikmah's side. But now the pygmies were gaining on them with that ridiculous speed, leaping from every alley, hurling darts and spears and cries so wild it made Wynn's fur stand on end. So this was what it felt like, the terror the shemales had felt that serene morning so long ago when they slowly awoke to the scent of their own houses burning. This was what it was like, the prelude to sudden death.

Wynn looked around when Sylas, still so filthy and scratched, squeezed her fingers. He was smiling at her - that handsome, that charming smile. She could not see what he had to smile about and looked at him incredulously. Sylas only kept smiling. And then something amazing happened: he lifted his paw . . . and time stopped.

The group halted in amazement. Time had stopped. Completely - but only for the pygmies. Everywhere, pygmies were frozen in the act of hurling spears, running down the street, leaping over each other as they fell, waving torches, tossing their heads back to scream obscenities. The very flames on the torches were frozen like orange ice, trees stopped bending in the wind, smoke halted in the act of puffing, and the world was so silent, Wynn thought she might have heard a mouse fart.

"You think . . ." panted Keeno, bending over to catch his breath, "that you might have . . . done that . . . sooner?"

"Ingrate," teased Sylas. "I'm weak, so this will only last about an hour. We'd better make it a good hour."

"Right," said Kilyan. "Let's go." With Avi still on his shoulder, he hurried toward the gates.

The others followed.

Wynn couldn't stop looking at Sylas in amazement, who seemed weakened by the spell he had just cast. He was so scratched and tired. She wished he would let her carry him, but knowing that he would somehow feel like less of a male if she did, she only placed his arm around her shoulders and helped him follow the others into the jungle.

They traveled all night, feeling awkward in the creepy silence of the world around them. Everywhere, creatures were frozen in the act of hunting or being hunted, insects hung suspended midair, falling trees remained half-fallen. It was a world put in pause, and Sylas had the remote.

They made it to the cliffs successfully in one hour, and it was here that Avi insisted they climb up. There was another path, she said, that led down on the other side and to the river. They could then follow the river home. "Home." She meant the summer village of course, Kilyan thought with a grin. It was a wonderful thing to hear Avi say that, and unable to contain his feelings anymore, he suddenly kissed her.

Avi didn't seem to have expected this, and she was so startled at first that she only blinked. But Kilyan kept kissing her until she melted, and when she threw her arms around his neck, he lifted her clear off her feet and spun around. They pressed their foreheads together and were smiling at each other as the others, amused by this affectionate scene, started the climb.

Wynn hung back to smile at her parents. That was it. That's what she had been waiting to see. With her heart now fluttering, she started up after Sylas.

The group reached the top of the cliffs and paused to rest in the little wood of palms where Wynn remembered discovering Inden and Elele not long ago. Everyone flopped down, breathless and weary. Some ate fallen bananas, others merely sat and closed their eyes. Kilyan was urging Avi to eat something when Keeno expressed his surprise that the pygmies had not pursued them bent on hellish revenge.

"No, they won't follow," said Elele, tears staining her cheeks. She stood on the edge of the cliff with her back to the others, gazing down at the jungle. She continued in a broken voice, "They have no reason to follow now. I do not weep for my mother. She got only what she richly deserved. No, I weep for my brother. They loved him, they looked up to him - they worshipped Eleu! They haven't the heart now to climb up here. Whatever heart they had . . . it died with him."

Elele pressed her folded paws to her breasts, and as she bowed her head, several howls rose from the jungle, almost as if on cue. It was the pygmies, howling in deep sorrow for their prince. The cries that rose from the village were like the cries of any other village when a beloved warrior had fallen. Elele could picture it in her mind: females beating their breasts, males smearing their faces with ashes and dust. The prince was dead.

Startling them all, Elele suddenly threw back her head and howled. With her ears flat, her braids swung back either side of her face, and her shrill little voice joined the faraway chorus.

Wynn had been sitting in Sylas' arms beneath a tree, but she rose slowly, and coming to Elele's side, she took the pygmy princess' paw and howled with her. Far from being touched, however, Elele whirled on Wynn with a scowl. She shoved Wynn off, screaming at the top of her voice, "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU - YOU STUPID BITCH - YOU KILLED HIM! YOU DID THIS!"

The others were shocked when Elele suddenly pounced on Wynn. The young females rolled through the dirt, tearing each other's manes, scratching and biting and screaming even as tears filled their eyes.

"HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" Elele shrieked over and over.

"Why didn't you just marry him!" Wynn shouted back as their curvy bodies twisted against each other, as their breasts smashed, as their shapely legs thrashed. Wynn rolled on top of Elele, and startling even herself, she grabbed Elele by the mane and started yanking her head around until her breasts trembled as she shouted, "He's dead because he's a pygmy - because, just like all of you, he was so fucking obsessive! How d-dare you blame me - I l-loved him --"

"YOU DON'T LOVE ANYTHING, YOU FUCKING SHEMALE WHORE!"

"FUCK YOU!"

They rolled again. As she sank her teeth in Elele's shoulder, Wynn caught glimpses of the shuffling feet of her family. Her father and uncle were circling around, trying to find some way to grab them and pull them apart. She could hear Inden's wings flapping as he shouted for the girls to stop hurting each other, and she could hear Avi calling her name, Avi telling her that this was not dignified for a shemale maiden. Ha. How many times had Wynn heard her mother say that? And yet, how quickly had Avi once smacked Nontikmah!

Wynn fought like a mad thing, and she realized as Elele's fangs flashed, as her nails tore at Elele's face, that it wasn't really each other they were angry at. They were fighting because Eleu was dead and it cut them up inside until they didn't know what else to do. They were fighting because they had loved him.

Elele seemed to realize this too, and laying under Wynn, she suddenly went limp. Kneeling on top of Elele, Wynn bowed her head, and both females panted to catch their breath. Everyone around them fell still as they watched the sad scene: two broken hearts in the dust.

With her head still bowed, Wynn started to sob. She was startled when Elele hugged her neck, and they knelt there for a long while, just crying.

Still sitting against the tree, Sylas thought he had never seen anything so heartbreaking in his life. He was tempted to blame himself for Eleu's death. After all, it was because of Sylas' love for Wynn that the pygmy prince had finally been driven over the edge. He had been a sick boy, Prince Eleu, just like his sick mother. Sylas darkly recalled Finivive's rants about her love for Avi as the pygmy queen paced back and forth before him, demanding information. In a daze, Sylas had told her anything she wished to know. What was the point? According to them, Wynn was dead. And everything that had happened - all those nights he had known in Wynn's arms - had been a mere dream.

He believed that for the longest time, that it was a dream. He came to the jungle looking for Wynn soon after his mother murdered Melomiel. He never even made it to the village. They captured him as he slept on the beach, he remembered that much. Finivive beat and molested him for information, anything and everything to do with Avi and Wynn. And if Sylas kept his mouth shut, his dick was sucked by one of her pygmies - sucked so deliciously he was hard to the point of pain - and then left to stand erect in his passion.

Those were the worst days, those first few. He remembered the little pygmy girl that Finivive charged to molest him. She would come in, kneel before Sylas where he was chained to the wall, and with her big titties, she would rub his dick until pre-cum was oozing. Finivive would call the temptress off, and Sylas would delve into his third eye for information - any information he could to make Finivive relieve that insufferable throbbing. He looked down at the little pygmy girl with suffering eyes and thought, Please, please suck my dick! I told everything I foresaw! And Finivive, laughing like the troll she was, would tell the girl to relieve their little prophet for the night. That girl would close her hot mouth on his erection and - god. He thought he'd never had such a blowjob in his life.

But sitting under the tree watching Wynn, it hit Sylas afresh that all of it had been real: the night he wooed Wynn in her bedroom, his mother's death, Wynn's love confession, and everything in-between. It hadn't been some coma-induced fantasy. It had been real. And it was his fault. He had told Wynn to come to the jungle, he had failed to warn her of the danger. It was no small wonder Eleu hated him. No small wonder that Wynn had smacked him and shaken him with such strength back in the pygmy village while he, still in a daze, believed even then that he was dreaming.

Wynn was still crying against Elele when Sylas stood over her. After a moment, he knelt down and took her into his arms. He closed his eyes and kept holding her when her fists darted sharply against his chest. She demanded in a broken voice, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you?" Feeling miserable, Sylas kissed her mane and bowed his head against her, whispering hoarsely that he'd been knocked out, he hadn't known it was real, he was sorry, god, he was sorry! Wynn fell to quiet sobbing in Sylas' arms, and Inden, coming to touch Elele's mane, watched this anxiously.

When it seemed everyone was rested, and after Avi had successfully nagged Wynn into eating, the group set out again, following Avi's scarred back as the little queen led them through the trees. Moving at Sylas' side, Wynn realized that this was the path Eleu would have shown her, this was the path he had spoken of when trying to help her escape. She suddenly wondered if Avi had not told Eleu to bring Wynn here. God, Eleu, Wynn thought, why couldn't you just live without my love?

As the day wore on and another night crept up, they moved in a line. Avi was in the lead, her short body moving with switching hips through the trees. Kilyan followed behind Avi, sometimes playfully grabbing her tail. Avi would smile over her shoulder and flick her tail out of Kilyan's grasp, and walking behind her father with Sylas, Wynn knew her parents would be fucking in some bush tonight.

Behind Wynn and Sylas, Inden walked with Elele, holding her paw and smiling at her every so often. Finally, bringing up the rear - and looking very relieved to be going home - was Keeno.

They walked all evening, the ground steadily dipping down, the chirruping of the birds dying away. Palm trees pressed in everywhere, slowly building from a little wood to a thick forest. They had already reached the very top of the cliffs, and from that vantage point, they had seen the palm trees spreading away in hilly ripples against the sky, a jungle wilderness cloaking the smiles and the scowls of looming statues. Somewhere down among those trees was the bend of the river, lined either side by more statues, and leading across the wastelands, across the world, and all the way back to - oh, bless it - the summer village.

It was night when they settled down to make camp. Avi assured them that the jungle on this side of the cliffs was deserted for miles: they had nothing to fear. They all could have gone to sleep without anyone sitting up on watch. But Kilyan and Keeno did not want to take any chances. So sensing (as everyone had sensed) that Kilyan wanted some time alone with Avi, Keeno volunteered that he and Inden would sit up first.

With the stars winking overhead and their bellies grumbling from nothing but nuts and bananas to eat that day, the group set to work building nests. Keeno and Inden sat up together, sharpening their weapons on rocks, as Wynn and Elele - who had now forgiven each other - started building weary Sylas a nest. After the tired fox settled down with Wynn, Elele quickly packed her own nest near Inden and went to sleep.

Kilyan, Keeno, Avi, and Inden were now left sitting together around the small fire Keeno had built. Keeno was roasting a banana on a stick in some sad attempt to change the flavor when Avi slowly stood and walked away. She threw something over her shoulder that hit Kilyan in the face. As it fell off his startled expression, he caught it in his paw and realized it was a flower - the same type of flower he had given her that first night they made love. He looked up with a smile. Avi was standing some distance away with her back to him. She smiled over her shoulder and kept walking, her tail swinging behind her as if to fan out her scent. Kilyan leapt up and followed with Keeno's laughter ringing behind him.

Avi led Kilyan down an incline to a nest of flowers. Unlike the flower she had thrown so playfully in his face, these flowers were as blue as the moon. She sat carefully in the flowers with her legs folded to the side, and watching her slender back and the rise of her hip, Kilyan realized for the first time just how long her mane had gotten over the years. Avi's braided mane was shaggy and wild and fell in jagged ends past her little buttocks, which were as round and plump as a girl's. He marveled at the youth of that supple flesh, flesh that should have been so weary after so many years of torment.

"Kilyan going to sit or stand there lusting?" Avi teased.

"Well . . . both have their advantages," Kilyan joked, but came to Avi's side and sat. He watched her. She was twirling a flower in her fingers, looking at it as the petals caught the moonlight. A small smile lingered around her lips. Kilyan took the flower from her and put it behind her ear. His paw went slowly to her breasts, and he carefully touched one, just barely letting his paw graze it. Avi bit her lip and closed her eyes when Kilyan squeezed.

"Oh, Kilyan," she whispered, looking at him, "Avi still beautiful to you?" Worry rose in her eyes.

Kilyan frowned. "How can you say that? Avi! You will always be beautiful to me --"

"Avi is covered in cuts, scars . . ." She touched herself nervously, as if to hide the little cuts that were in her fur from the long enslavement. Remembering the cut on her lip from when some mocking pygmy child had thrown a rock at her, she touched her mouth and averted her gaze.

Kilyan shook his head and lifted her chin. "Avi is always beautiful to Kilyan," he said and kissed her. "Always," he whispered against her lips. He kept kissing Avi until he had pushed her down to the flowers. She kissed him back, whispering his name. Kilyan could feel their erections brush. He smiled. He had always enjoyed the feel of Avi's cock. For some reason, shemale cocks were always as soft and wet as a pussy. Always so wet. As he kissed Avi's neck, his let his paw travel down to her sex. Her pussy was wet and the cock that pressed up from where her clit should have been was throbbing with veins and rock solid. Avi moaned when he closed his fingers around her cock and stroked. He touched the head and felt pre-cum stick to his thumb when he took it away. He suddenly wanted to suck her dick until she exploded. He had always enjoyed it, the way Avi's thighs trembled anytime his mouth touched her down there.

Avi rolled her body against Kilyan, clinging to him and trembling as his paws explored her. She was right: he found little cuts everywhere that made her hiss if he brushed them, and with sorrow in his eyes, he kissed them. He kissed the cut on her lip again, then another found near her rigid little nipple, then a tiny one he found on her belly. Kilyan's lips traveled down and down, and Avi squirmed as she realized what he was about to do. For a wolf who detested cock so much, she smiled to think that he had never hesitated to suck hers, and what was more, she had never asked him to.

She cried out when his flat tongue lapped at her pussy. His hot breath blasted her sex, his tongue pressed against her until she squirmed. Kilyan glanced up and realized she was touching her breasts. She massaged them until the nipples rolled around, and she wriggled her hips against Kilyan's tongue, almost as if to escape the pleasure.

The pleasure had always been too intense for Avi, who had sometimes been reduced to weeping. But Kilyan enjoyed what resulted of her suffering: the swelling of her pussy lips, the rush of its juices, the twitching of her cock, and those little thighs flexing as they struggled to close.

Kilyan smiled. That was where Avi was so different from his wives: Lea gave in to his insistent tongue in sweet surrender, Ohana violently demanded it, but Avi always tried to avoid it. He supposed he could not blame her: a pussy and a cock aroused at the same time was bound to be hell.

Nuh uh, Kilyan thought with a dark smile when Avi's legs threatened to close. No escaping. He grabbed Avi's little legs and put them on his shoulders, and with her thighs forced open, her sex was his to torment. She twisted and sobbed in the grass, begging and squirming and pressing her breasts to the sky. Kilyan relished in the sight of her jiggling breasts as he pleasured her with lips and tongue. He started licking her cock in hard strokes, so hard that more cum dribbled out. Then he suddenly took her dick in his mouth and sucked so deeply, she prodded his throat. Avi looked at Kilyan with suffering eyes and her face was red with the strain. Why wouldn't she come in his mouth? She had always flinched at doing so, and it bewildered him, but he didn't argue.

She wanted it, she was begging for it as she rubbed her titties and looked at him with knitted eyebrows. "Please, Kilyan," Avi gasped, "oh, god . . . please give it to Avi!"

Kilyan smiled. Alright. It was hers.

Avi turned onto her belly. She always kept her legs closed. It was cute. He suddenly realized that this had something to do with being a proper shemale maiden: having to have those legs opened instead of opening them had been considered proper among the shemales. He remembered the way she had often snapped them shut when a girl and he wanted to laugh. He climbed on top of Avi, and after prying her legs apart and touching her sex a last time with hungry fingers, he sank himself slowly into her wetness.

On her elbows and knees, Avi whimpered. Kilyan took her breasts in fistfuls as he moved against her, kissing her cheek and her neck, whispering of just how good she felt, whispering of love. His paw smoothed down her belly and thigh, then stroked her cock as he moved inside.

"Oh, Avi," Kilyan whispered, thrusting in rhythm. "Avi, I'm so glad you're coming home. I'll never let you go after this, never!"

Avi shivered when he brushed her mane aside with his nose and started kissing the scars that twisted down her back.

"You are beautiful, Avi," Kilyan whispered, kissing those stumps which once were wings. "Beautiful, too beautiful to be real . . . don't ever forget that."

Avi shivered all over. He heard a sob and realized she was crying. Crying because she thought she was ugly, crying for the loss of her wings. He gathered her against his chest, and whispering soothing words as he pressed inside, he massaged her breasts and ran his paws down her flat belly to her sex. He started giving her cock deep strokes as he made love to her, and Avi leaned back against Kilyan's chest, small hiccups of pleasure coming out of her as she sat upright on his cock.

With each deep stab, Avi's body rolled, and she could feel the ripple of Kilyan's abs against her slender back, his hard chest, the strength of those arms as they suddenly enfolded her tight. He closed her in a desperate hug that smashed her breasts together, and when he hunched his back and smothered a cry in her neck, Avi cried out as his hot seed filled her. Her dick erupted, shooting its own cum through the air until it fell in heavy drips on the flowers. Then they sagged together, their fur limp with sweat, their breathing uneven as the pleasure stole away but the love remained.

Kilyan pulled Avi down to the flowers with him. He held her close and smiled when her slender fingers played in his mane.

"Lea and Ohana missed you too, you know," Kilyan said after a pause.

Avi looked up at him, startled.

"After you left," he went on as he held her, "they made me sit down and confess everything. How I felt about you, what had happened. They didn't want to be left in the dark, and I had no intention of doing that to them. So I told them everything I felt about you and about us, about how I'd been begging you unsuccessfully to marry me. They know that I love them both very deeply, and Ohana even accused me of falling in love with females too often and caring about them too much. I guess that's true," Kilyan said, thinking grimly of Nontikmah. "I don't know why I feel it so intensely, but I do. I had to have Lea and I had to have Ohana and I had to have you. To love you and protect you . . ." Kilyan looked down at Avi and smiled gently. "For as long as I am bodily able."

"Is Kilyan asking Avi . . . does Kilyan want to marry Avi?"

"Don't tell me you're going to say no again! I'll go find a cliff to jump off."

Avi laughed. "Oh, Kilyan! Nothing would make Avi happier."

Avi gave Kilyan a look that made him hard at once. She laughed at his desire as he kissed her neck and moaned, "Oh, Avi, you make me want to . . ."

"Avi always make Kilyan want to," she teased.

"Does Kilyan make Avi want to? Let's see. . . ." Kilyan's fingers glided in Avi's sex and he felt her pussy lips swell against them. She blushed as his fingering continued and he whispered, "Ah, so I do. It's all wet and swollen in there, and just for me . . ."

"Avi ride Kilyan this time," Avi whispered huskily.

Kilyan was startled, but this suggestion made him throb harder and he rolled over on his back. He watched hungrily as Avi lowered her pussy on him. She leaned down to kiss him, and when he took her ass in fistfuls, they moved their hips together, sighing and gasping, groaning and even growling the deeper Kilyan got. Their love making became so wild, they rocked the bushes, and Kilyan just knew with blushing cheeks that Keeno and Inden could probably hear them from the camp. He suddenly didn't care. He fucked Avi as if to make up for the last six years of going without, and when they were weak and limp and lazily kissing, she made him want to again.

And they did.