Whispers in the Night

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A Kaj the Liar Tale

Chapter 1 - A Winter Warmer

The moon was high, tonight. Fat and gibbous as it hung in the sky, surrounded in its own pale glow of borrowed light and causing the snow on the ground below to sparkle as if reflecting the twinkling stars above. The wolf - or, rather, the creature in the shape of a wolf - let out a long, soft and contented sigh as he looked out of the window before which he stood, the cold glass seemingly oblivious to his breath. He'd sooner climb the Agonised Peaks barefoot and make love to one of the Thornéd Women before admitting this to any of his fellows but he did dearly love the winters of this plane. There was just something so wonderfully serene and calm about them all. Odd, perhaps, for an entropic entity such as he to enjoy peace but perhaps it was just the novelty that struck a chord with him. After all, his homelands were frenetic to a level whereby even the most chaotic of battlefields would seem like a calm summer's day in comparison.

Still... back to work. He turned to face the single bed in the small room he was standing in. Carved wooden headboard and footboard and a hand-stitched quilt covering the slumbering occupant of the bed, the layers of sheets reducing any form of identification, even basics such as gender or age, to complete guesswork. Not that Kaj the Liar, for it is he, needed to guess. He could be on the other side of the cavity wall, with unrevealing timbers before him and still tell the age, gender, height, build and sexual health of the individual in the bed. He even knew her name, which school she went to, what she'd had for dinner and which boys - and girl­ - she had crushes on. Not because he'd been watching her; nothing so crude. He was no common stalker nor even a Watcher. His was a role far more... involved. Though, hah, not quite as involved as some of his distant kin. For Kaj the Liar, First of the Chasm and Lord of the Shambles, was a Lash'ti - a corruptor.

The uneducated would call him a demon or an incubus but he was nothing so base and simple-minded. His kind remembered when those pitiful wretches first came to be and their short-lived time in the world before being cast into the Pit. They remembered the massive, stumbling lizards that were around before thermostatic systems became fashionable. They also remembered when life considered a multi-cellular structure to be a bit forward-thinking and something for the young'uns. Suffice to say, those were very, very boring days indeed. With central nervous systems, self-awareness and desires several hundreds of millions of years away, the Dawn of Life had been a tedious time for Kaj and his brethren. Still, they'd managed to have some fun prodding gene sequences and throwing the occasional metaphoric al spanner into the primitive DNA works. But the wait had been worth it - self-awareness, empathy, and the morals they'd brought about had been a real breath of fresh air for his kind. Before they'd had nothing more than mischief and petty sadism to occupy them - spooking a dinosaur really isn't as much fun as one might think - but now they had thoughts, emotions, desires and fears. It was a veritable banquet. And whilst Kaj was a more discerning diner than most of his brothers, he did not go hungry for his lack of voracity.

Take this delicious morsel before him, for example. Some of his brothers would be wading in, heavy-handed and telling her how great alcohol, drugs and casual sex were and how Johnny would really respect her if she let him go in her "out" hole. Some of his cousins would be skipping the middleman and waking the girl's parents up with her screams of pain and terror as they visited her with new and unpleasantly-dealt experiences. But Kaj saw little sense in slaughtering a cash cow too soon. Sure, the meat is worth good coin but for how long? Milk might take longer to repay the outlay but it's a gift that keeps on giving.

Silently pulling the girl's wheeled desk chair over to the side of her bed, the wolfen-entity sat down upon the worn fabric of the seat and craned in to watch the slumberer before him, arms resting on his knees and his paws clasped as he observed the rhythms of her breath, heart and menses. Seventeen years of age and still "innocent". A feat easily achieved by many through dint of unappealing looks, scents or social skills but less commonly achieved solely by strength of will, conviction and mind. In this case, however... well, there was no doubt about it - by any mortal's standards, the girl was beautiful. Her fur was soft and lustrous, her blue eyes clear and bright, her facial features perfectly aligned and proportioned, her body verging on ripening into delicious womanhood but still with a hint of youthful attributes that sent signals to the primitive parts of all male brains to tell them that this one had many, many breeding years left. Breasts, rear and rump all at that perfect balancing point between the pertness and firmness of youth and the softness and sultry curve of adulthood. All in all, it would be a shame to allow her to waste this golden age of her body. So brief and fleeting, so cruelly whipped away by the time she would be mature enough to even appreciate it fully. But then, nothing is as valuable as that which has been lost.

He shifted closer. Just the girl's ears and the crown of her headfur were left uncovered by the varied layers of her bedding, which rose and fell slowly and regularly with each somnolent breath she took. The first step was easy. They were so receptive in this state, with the morals and foibles of their conscious mind locked away till they awoke; leaving Kaj with their unhindered desires and needs to play with. The girl had clearly been brought up well. Her parents were religious - he knew not what god they called their own, nor did he care, but he knew enough to know that they instilled in her the belief that a good life would be rewarded with a good afterlife. And the girl accepted and believed their teachings. She was softly-spoken and always considered her words before she uttered them, she believed in helping those who could not help themselves, she worked two jobs - at the check-out of the local supermarket on weekday evenings for money, and in the homeless shelter and soup kitchen on the weekends, for free. Her parents were not strict, from what he could tell, but they definitely encouraged piety and chastity and their daughter was most obedient in this respect. She was a hard worker, a careful thinker, a considerate neighbour and she had a smile that would warm the heart of anyone, as well as a figure and face that would warm the loins of quite a few people, too. She was a good daughter. She made her parents proud with her clean-living, her good grades, her glowing reports, her popularity, her generous and kind behaviour. Yes. She was a keeper. With careful work, this one could last years or maybe even decades, gently erring all the way and increasing Kaj's worth all the while, like a maturing stock option.

He didn't need to make any suggestions just yet; this was simply the warm-up act. A little push here and blood-flow would be diverted to less essential but far more pleasurable organs. As simple, for him, as turning on a light switch. And, frankly, not much harder for a mortal as long as they had half a brain and a bit of savvy. The girl's breathing hastened just a touch, diaphragm, intercostals and lungs working to oxygenate the blood rushing through her arteries as her heart started to get going. It would take a stethoscope to notice the difference as it was but he had all night so why rush things? From here he could just watch as the girl's own body did the work for him - her pulse became gradually more rapid, her breaths quickened and grew shallower, and within seconds her loins were starting to produce lubricating fluids as the various membranes and spongy tissues received more blood.

She stirred, barely. A slight shifting of position and the faintest of noises from her soft, pink lips as they parted to exhale. Kaj smiled and rested his chin upon his steepled fingers as he continued to observe the youth before him, occasionally giving tiny little mental nudges to her subconscious, like a steam engine worker shovelling coal to fuel the fire at the beast's heart. And what a fire it could be... she may not know it and her family and friends certainly did not but this sweet, innocent and kindly girl had a drive that had the potential to keep even some of Kaj's more base relatives occupied for quite some time. No doubt she would find a wonderful, loving man and settle down to live a happily married life with a litter of children, her physical urges satisfied by the love and warmth of her soulmate. "Would", if left in peace. But where was the fun in that?

Another little push, just to help things along, and the girl turned over in her bed, rolling onto her back and her closed eyes staring up to the ceiling. Clumsily, her arms pushed the covers away, exposing her bare neck and t-shirt clad upper torso to the relatively cool air of her room. The wolf watched the faint heat shimmers above her uncovered fur, her throat throbbing almost imperceptibly and, rather more noticeably, her nipples stiffening beneath the cotton of her top and providing those small, twin mounds with peaks. Kaj grinned. Not from any simple voyeuristic fetish but in the joy of knowing what was to come. He was a craftsman and she was a blank canvass for him to work upon. She sighed, softly, lips parting again with just a hint of saliva linking them for a moment.

Ah... and now her breathing changed. Slower but more frequently she drew breath as her mind awoke and demanded more oxygen. Eyes still shut, the girl murmured indistinctly as she lay halfway between waking and sleeping. He saw the confusion in her mind - nothing unusual there, just the normal "huh?" that mortals experienced when they left the infinite realm of their own mind behind and walked into their dulled, narrowly-defined reality. He'd often suspect that they'd evolved such wondrously creative minds simply to be able to escape the mundanity of existence. Such a theory, if true, would also explain why so many of his kindred lacked the imagination and creativity of a brick - when one lives in a chaotic realm that is forever changing and has no natural laws, surely the successful survival trait would be a dull mind to ground the entity?

In front of him, eyes flickered and then closed again and the girl shifted one leg, a barely audible moan escaping her lips as her thighs parted company and her nether-lips did likewise. Still half-awake, she muttered something unintelligible, her head turning to face the wolf in her room. She would not see him even if she opened her eyes but it did mean that Kaj would be able to watch her expression as well as her vitals. It was the thing he loved most about mortals, second only to their capacity for creation - their faces could tell entire stories within seconds, stories that none of their vocal languages could possibly match. The faintest furrowing of her brow, the slight pursing of her lips, the way her eyelids clenched for a few moments as a murmur formed inside her closed mouth. It all spoke to Kaj in a language he understood well and he responded appropriately, feeding her mind's eye the merest suggestion of Johnny in the showers after football practice. It was all that was needed - her own imagination took the ball and ran. Johnny naked in the showers, hot water coursing down his perfectly-proportioned and defined body, golden fur glistening from the moisture and steam rising off him as his paws stroked over his worshipful torso, the bar of soap leaving a foamy trail in his fur. In truth, Johnny himself would barely recognise himself if he could read her mind, such was the power of subjectivity.

Her mouth opened again, the sound more audible this time as she considered, in impressive detail, the object of her affection washing himself. She'd never seen him naked and reality could well disappoint her, especially when it came to the bulge of his sheath and the weighty-looking pair of furry orbs that hung below. But here, now, he was hers and he was perfect in every way. From the thickness of his fur to the definition of his muscles to the look on his face as a pink tip started to emerge from its furry housing at his loins.

Blinking, she sat up abruptly in bed, her sheets falling down to her waist and her heart suddenly hammering in her slender chest. Fuzzily she stared into the darkness of the room. Where the heck had that thought come from? Sure, she liked Johnny. In fact, she liked Johnny but it was indecent to think of him in that way. They weren't even going steady, nevermind a serious item. Shame rose in her as her physical senses caught up with her and informed her of the heat and dampness inside her pyjama shorts and the warm, burning sensation in her cheeks was only indirectly related to her state of arousal. She'd have to sneak her shorts into the wash and hope nobody noticed them.

A soothing touch, from the wolf, a small release of endorphins to tell her brain that it was alright, that there was no reason to panic, that she was safe. It wouldn't take much - the body was always at war with the mind and it just needed a little help for one side to overcome the over. And, with her only just barely awake, his task was made all the easier. I mean, was it really wrong? It's not like it was real, it was just a thought. And surely it's safer to give life to a thought and thus release the urge instead of bottling it all up until it finds its own way of escape? Sort of a controlled explosion, like all those fine and sensible men do in the army when there's a suspected bomb. Heck, those guys are really well-trained so they must know it makes sense. Besides, it's not like she's thinking of anything dirty... I mean, it's just Johnny naked and washing. Everyone's naked under their clothes and, heh, surely it'd be worse if he was all dirty and muddy? Washing's healthy and good. As arguments went, it was sound but hardly convincing. However, given that his subject was barely awake and was being out-voted by her body, it didn't need to be hugely compelling, just enough to salve her conscience.

He really was beautiful, even without the water slicking his fur, and it was only right that she should admire the beauty god had imparted onto her world. Weren't her parents always telling her to look at the beauty in nature and be grateful for it? Ah, this was the other wonderful thing about mortals - all you needed to do was turn their heads in the right direction and pretty soon they'd do your arguing for you. And, sure as shit is shit and sulphur stings, the girl was soon back to her reveries, a tinge of guilt lingering on but largely ignored by the older parts of her brain that were too busy enjoying the thought of Johnny's lean, athletic, naked body to worry about such deep questions as whether it was morally right. In her mind's eye, the talented quarterback was soaping up his taut, enviously lean abdomen with one paw whilst the other spread the soap suds lower. The girl settled back into her pillows, eyes closing once again and a faint smile playing across her lips as Johnny's fingers stroked over his hefty balls, foam coating the shorter fur there. Her own paws moved in sympathy, caressing her smooth, flat belly and fingertips leaving ruffles in her fur as she imagined the high school football hero and his ablutions.

The pinkness of his slowly emerging member showed up brightly against his pale gold fur, and that tapered tip pointed like an arrow up towards the jock's open mouth, his pearly white teeth, and his broad, pink tongue mirroring his loins as it extended slightly from his mouth, licking at the air while saliva glistening on its surface. She took a quick, deep breath, fingers stroking over the hard plate of her breastbone, scratching needfully at the skin under her fur, just as she pictured her would-be lover's fingers caressing the spheres below his sheath, clutching and stroking his full sack. Her mouth hung open, tongue touching against her teeth and her breathing coming in rapid, shallow gasps as Johnny continued to "wash" himself.

The soap slipped from his paw and fell, unheeded, to the tiled floor of the locker-room showers as the athletic youth leaned back against the shower wall and stroked his fingertips slowly, teasingly up the length of engorged flesh that had emerged from his loins. His eyes were closed and his toned, powerful legs slightly spread as he cupped his balls with one paw, the fingers of the other encircling his full erection and lightly squeezing it. The girl moaned quietly, paws and fingers roaming over her thighs, abdomen and sides whilst she fantasised. A small suggestion from the wolf at her bedside insisted that her shorts were uncomfortably warm against her nethers and needed to be moved. There was hardly even any resistance as she moved her paws and tugged at the elasticated waistband of the undergarment and tugged it down, wiggling her hips and rump and pushing to free her crotch from that damp, cottony embrace. The sticky fabric of her gusset parted wetly from her spread cunny lips, the farewell sound audible only to the instigator of this nocturnal naughtiness.

In the shower, Johnny was more adventurous than his idoliser, his fisted paw sliding wetly up and down the length of his sizeable shaft whilst he fumbled his balls, mouth open and the boy moaning in delight as he pleasured himself. Heart thumping, her fingers scrabbled and clutched nervously at the fur surrounding her groin, stroking at her hips, the underside of the slight curve at the bottom of her belly, the soft, short fur on the inside of her thighs. Kaj's paws overlaid hers, gently guiding it towards the union of her legs, the touch registering only as a subliminal desire and the girl in no state to refuse. Four fingers stroked clumsily over her venereal mound, their owner whimpering slightly as she felt the needy heat under her paw, knowing that she shouldn't but her want, her need far outweighing any conscious thought.

He was magnificent. So beautiful, so developed, so endowed. Such a wonderful specimen of manhood. She cried out, biting her lip to stifle the noise as her middle finger slid up between the wet cleft of her loin to bump over the nub of erect flesh at the apex of her sex. He opened his eyes, looking to her. He knew she was watching him shower, watching him play. He knew and he didn't mind. In fact, he liked it, and he liked her. He loved her. That was why he was giving her this special little show. This was why he was letting her see his arousal, see his lust. For her. And she was showing her lust for him. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of the football star's erection as he masturbated, only to roll down that smooth, pink length before being intercepted by his paw and further lubricating his already well-slickened shaft. Slickened as well as her own loins, in fact. Movements still uncertain but inexperience giving way to instinct and subtle tuition from her overseer, she kept pace with her love, her finger stroking around that small bud of flesh, caressing under and over it, fingertip rubbing eagerly on that hypersensitive little bit and her own fluids of lust beginning to slowly trickle through the thin fur between her thighs, leaving a damp trail down from the bottom of her orifice, down between her buttocks and pooling at the star of puckered flesh before her tail-root.

Her back was arched and her breath came in ragged gasps as she continued to sate herself to the image of Johnny, the erect and dripping football stud. His prick was every bit as magnificent as the rest of him. Smooth and shapely, bulging in the middle and tapering slightly to each end, the tip pointed and spear-like and the heavy orbs beneath looking like they dearly wanted to be slapping against her rear. Johnny moaned lustfully, his hips pushed forward and his prick angled slightly towards her, pre flicking from the tip as he jerked himself off, spattering down onto the tiles at his feet and the football star's arousal matching her own, stroke for stroke. Her lower lip was clamped between her teeth and the wolf's paw once again guided her movements, urging her other paw away from stroking at her belly to stroke at her small but pert breast. Needing little encouragement, her fingers found her hardened little nipple and immediately started to tease and play with that little teat, rubbing and toying with it just as the fingers of her other paw worked the slightly larger and considerably damper nub of her clitoris.

He was getting close, she could tell. She could see his chest heaving - just like hers - as it sucked in each breath to fuel his thumping heart and his pumping arm. The muscles of his torso, arm and legs stood out as his movements grew more urgent and less coordinated, his hips thrusting in time with the movements of his arm, half masturbating and half fucking his own paw. Her sweet, firm rump left the mattress as she tensed, crotch thrust heavenwards and her fingers rapidly flickering back and forth over those two sensitive spots - oh how the wolf looked forward to expanding her range and knowledge of her own body, and of those of others. In the shower, Johnny stared into her eyes, his own losing focus and his body trembling, lips twitching and curling before he let out an urgent, primal sound, his hips bucking hard once, twice, thrice and, much weaker, a fourth time. Each forward lunge of his loins brought forth a powerful, copious emission from his erect prick, creamy fluid spilling from the tapered tip in a jet of lust. She thought of it on her, how hot it would feel on the fur of her breasts, how he would look on her with love and lust as he issued his seed over her naked form. And the world exploded into colour. It started almost subtly, a sudden extra heat deep within her loins, not noticed till too late, till after the explosion spread and washed through her body, like a series of pleasure-laden waves crashing against her shore. Her muscles locked and trembled, her nerve-ends went ablaze, her mouth and eyes snapped open and she stared at the heavens as the feeling coursed through her, overwhelming her.

It seemed as if hours had passed, the sight of an ecstatic Johnny emblazoned in her mind's eye as the orgasm soared through her body, lifting her up high before lowering her back down with a loving gentleness. She lay there, not even half a minute passed since her world exploded, mouth and eyes still open and her paws laying limp atop her, muscles and tendons still faintly trembling and her heart pounding hard behind her breastbone. Gradually she caught her breath, though it would be several minutes before her pulse fully calmed. So that was what it felt like... I mean, some of her friends had told her about their orgasms and how great they were and she'd just nodded politely and smiled at them, listening to them tell their stories without really appreciating what they meant. Now, however... well, things were different, that for sure. If that was an orgasm then she fully intended to have a few more of them. Nothing excessive, of course - she still believed in saving herself till after she was married - but that didn't mean she couldn't get to know her own body a bit more. After all, how could she expect her future husband to please her if she didn't even know how to please herself?

With slight distaste, she crawled out of her damp and now rather unpleasantly cold shorts and kicked them out of the bed, to the side away from the door, then rolled over and reached into her bedside drawer for a tissue with which to clean herself up. Then, the covers were pulled up and she turned to face the window, not noticing her chair was out of place. Outside, it was starting to snow. Inside, a fire had begun to burn and would not be easily quenched. Unseen in the chair, Kaj the Liar smiled.