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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

Sa's Seduction

Chapter 7

Yatokya was doubly glad his father had chosen to stay behind and hold the summer throne for Chief Keme. Honiahaka seemed under the impression that Yatokya knew more about Tala's flight than he was letting on. In those last hours before the group departed on their journey, Yatokya would look up to catch his father studying him thoughtfully. The thoughtful stares would lead to questions - questions Yatokya did not have the answers to. Questions Yatokya did not want the answers to.

"My son," Chief Honiahaka said under his breath. They were standing at the gates to the northern forest. Honiahaka placed a firm paw on Yatokya's shoulder as around them, the others were gearing up and preparing to set out. "What is the matter with your sister? She told me she is ill - and yet she wishes to travel with Rayen to the winter village."

"She wishes to say goodbye to her," Yatokya lied through his fangs. But he knew Yanaba had insisted on coming because she wanted to see the look on Rayen's face when she was handed over to Prince Sahale.

"And you," Honiahaka added heavily. "I know Tala's flight has upset you, my son. I know how deeply you love her. If things do not go well, know that Keme has other daughters, daughters who might love you in return --"

"Dad," Yatokya moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Keme's next eligible daughter was Moema . . . who was ten.

"I know," apologized Honiahaka, "but the alliance needs to be honored. Since the death of Misae, the tribes have become . . . restless. Chief Keme must prove he is worthy to hold his throne, he must prove he is a friend to the winter and to the sun . . . or there will be no peace."

"So I must marry one of his daughters, I know," Yatokya said, looking away.

Honiahaka nodded, still apologetic. "Tala . . ." he began slowly, "said nothing to you about her mother?"

Yatokya's ears pricked forward and he looked at his father quickly. He frowned. "Her mother? Her mother is dead, Dad." He thought of his own mother, at home, heavy with child, and wished she was there to make Honiahaka back off with the questions. She had always excelled when it came to subduing his father's inquisitive nature.

Honiahaka nodded and cleared his throat, and Yatokya stared at his father, surprised by his sudden shift in demeanor. Honiahaka had gone from calm and reassuring to brooding . . . and sad.

"And she didn't tell you where she was going? We believe she will have fled the winter wolves by now - to escape marrying her cousin." Honiahaka waited, looking his son directly in the eye.

Yatokya blinked, startled. Where was all this coming from? Yatokya laughed weakly. "Dad, I'm the last wolf Tala would tell. . . . She hates me."

In Yatokya's mind, it was simple: Tala fled the marriage because she didn't love him! And yet Honiahaka was going on about her mother. Yatokya had been determined to flee the marriage as well, but only because he couldn't stand the idea of marrying someone who glared at him the way Tala did. Sometimes he would catch her staring with longing at Yanaba, and his heart would flinch with anger and pain. He'd give anything to have Tala look at him like that . . . not that he deserved to be looked upon with love, he reminded himself.

Honiahaka nodded and clapped Yatokya on the shoulder. "Take care of your sister, my son. And safe travels."

They set out.

Keme had formed a party to reclaim Tala from the winter wolves and insisted on going as well. The village council had protested at once, reminding Keme that the winter tribe was likely quite furious - murderously so. But Keme - who was just as furious -- insisted on being a part of the group that would collect his daughter. Without a male heir to succeed him should the winter wolves decide to capture and kill them all, Keme named his younger brother - a wolf named Aviine - as heir.

Yatokya readily joined the party, seeing as Tala was rightfully his bride. He suddenly didn't care that she didn't love him -- he just wanted her back, safe and sound. Yanaba insisted on coming as well, and when Honiahaka realized his children were determined to go, he provided their escort with three strong sun village warriors.

The warriors Honiahaka sent were males, two gray and one brown, toned with muscles and carrying spears. The smallest of them was the brown one and carried no spear but a bow and quiver on his back. His war paint had been drawn in a circle around his left eye - which was blue - while his right eye was hazel. His long mane was pulled back in a single braid and green feathers were woven behind his ear. His name was Omisa, though most everyone seemed to call him Sa.

The other two warriors, both gray, were brothers named Maka and Pati. They were young and dutiful males who took their duty to the fur-back throne quite seriously. They had volunteered to escort the royal family to the summer village, and now, they volunteered to escort the royal children to the winter village. They doted especially on Yanaba, and Yatokya's heart burned irritably each time he caught their eyes following her switching tail and backside.

Keme had gathered royal protectors to escort them but decided against it when Honiahaka sent his warriors. Rayen protested at once, but when everyone glared at her, she fell silent. Yatokya wished there was some way they could have left her behind. He did not relish the thought of traveling for a week with Rayen constantly bitching and complaining in the midst of their procession. They had barely left the gates for the northern forest when Rayen started to complain about having to walk.

". . . can't I have a litter?" Rayen was whining. She screamed softly and Yatokya heard fabric rip. "Oh, no - Daddy! We have to stop!"

Walking ahead of Rayen with his spear, Yatokya rolled his eyes and came to a halt. Everyone stopped on the path and turned to Rayen. Keme had been walking in the lead with Yatokya behind him. Yanaba walked with Yatokya, and behind her, Rayen had been stumbling along, sulking and whining, jewelry bouncing. The three warriors Honiahaka had sent were behind Rayen. Yatokya saw Maka lick his lips as he admired her backside.

Rayen had tripped on a fallen tree branch, tearing her skirt right up the thigh. Her lovely leg was revealed in the new tear, and if the wind was kind, one could just catch the hint of an ass cheek. Miserable and angry, Rayen held the fabric shut with her little fist.

"So what?" Yanaba said at once. "Tie it in a knot. You can do that without a servant, can't you?"

Rayen smiled coldly from under the hood on her green traveling shawl. "You're just a miserable bitch in a heat, aren't you? Don't worry, Yanaba." She jerked her head at the males behind her. "Maybe one of your daddy's warriors will give you the medicine you need. Just look at Pati's equipment: you'll never think of pussy again."

Behind Rayen, Pati drew himself up like a peacock. Yatokya scowled, and the male averted his eyes and deflated at once.

Yanaba's blue eyes glinted at Rayen. She was dressed in the usual princess attire: a blue bandeau wrap about her breasts, with a matching blue long skirt and hooded traveling shawl. Unlike Rayen, her hood was down, and the diamond studs in her flattened ears sparkled in the moonlight as her long curly mane flowed around her shoulders.

Keme had insisted that they travel at night while sleeping during the day. He moved past Yatokya to Rayen. "Alright, Rayen," he said sharply, "that's enough." Yatokya couldn't believe it when Keme took Rayen's skirt and tied the torn fabric in a knot at her hip. No wonder she was so helpless: Keme did everything for her.

"We will travel on in silence," Keme said. His eyes passed over everyone in the group, a silent command. He looked at Rayen again. "The forest is full of many dangers, my daughter. Dangers more lethal than having to walk."

Rayen sulked and jerked her chin, but she lowered her eyes under Keme's admonishing stare. "Yes, Daddy . . ." she whispered.

They continued on through the forest. The occasional howl of a distant lone wolf met their ears, but their party was too large for a lone wolf to dare approach. They never encountered trouble, not even a bear, and Yatokya was doubly glad.

As they went along, Yatokya glanced every now and then at his sister. Yanaba was hard-faced and angry, but Yatokya could also see her blue eyes were hurting. That Rayen had cut his sister so deeply sent a thrill of rage through him. Eventually, he was unable to stand it any longer. He switched his spear to his other shoulder and gently hooked his pinky in hers. Behind them, Rayen scoffed. Yanaba ignored her, and smiling gratefully at her brother, she tightened her pinky in his.

They made camp at first light. Breakfast was a silent affair. Everyone was too tired or too angry or too sullen to say a word. Keme assigned Sa and Maka for first watch, but Yatokya volunteered. He could see his father-in-law was surprised, but what could he say? He was too angry to sleep. And too sad.

"Alright," Keme conceded. "You and Omisa will keep watch then, Yatokya. Wake me and Pati in an hour. We'll set out at dusk."

Yatokya nodded. Everyone was rolling out their bedrolls. Yanaba was already tucked in with her back to the fire. Maka and Pati were also tucking in, their spears ready and within reach. Keme and Rayen's bedrolls were side by side, and Yatokya noticed with amusement the disgusted way in which Rayen settled in. No doubt she longed for her comfy bed in the grand hut in the summer village. She had probably never slept under the stars a day in her privileged life.

Yatokya had done so many times. Honiahaka loved to travel, especially to the moon village where his brothers lived. And given that Chieftess Talisa's campaign to end the slave trade forced the sun chief to travel often, a teenage Yatokya had often accompanied his father in his travels, camping with the royal escort in the deep beauty of hushed forests, beside waterfalls, in the skeletal stonework of ruins, in crystal-lined caves, beside rivers and oceans. With his father, Yatokya had seen the world, and having been to the winter village many times, he knew exactly what to expect there.

It probably wasn't good.

"Your highness?"

Yatokya was sitting beside the fire when the voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up to find Sa sitting at his side, his characteristic smirk twisting his lips. He was a handsome young male, very short for a sun wolf. Yatokya had always suspected that he hailed from another tribe but had been too polite to ask. He was acquainted with Sa, after all. But that not that acquainted. Sa had only escorted Yatokya and Honiahaka once or twice in their travels, but he had never directly addressed Yatokya until this moment. He had never dared to. To Sa, Yatokya was probably an aloof and distant figure, royalty, the proud son of the sun.

"Your name is Omisa," Yatokya politely observed.

Sa smiled and nodded at the prince's courteous tone, as if it amused him. "His highness remembered my name."

Yatokya lifted his brows. "Is there some reason I should not?"

Sa continued to smile. "Royalty do not usually deign to bother remembering the names of commoners, let alone acknowledging their presence. I am honored."

Yatokya stiffened when he sensed the sarcasm in Sa's voice. He frowned. "Have I offended you in the past? What is the problem here?"

Sa's multicolored eyes twinkled at the insistent civility in Yatokya's tone. "I've served you such a long time and until now . . . you've never even noticed me. That's the problem."

Yatokya didn't know what to say. "But I have noticed you," he said calmly. He looked at the fire, but he could feel Sa's eyes on him. "We have spoken before --"

"Polite greetings," Sa said over him, "in passing." His smile widened.

Yatokya looked at him, confused. "Look," he began apologetically, "if I have failed to make you feel as if your service was adequate, I can speak to my father about compensating --"

"Tch! Don't you know when you're being seduced!" Sa laughed, and without hesitating, he grabbed Yatokya by the neck and kissed him hard.

Yatokya pulled away, his chest heaving. They sat with their foreheads touching, and a mild panic went through him. He had never before told anyone that he liked males. Never. He silently strained to understand how Sa could have guessed. It was a part of him he had never explored. Because he was afraid . . . he was afraid of falling in love with a male . . . someone he could never have due to his betrothal. He almost laughed bitterly when he realized: Tala was someone he could never have. She would never love him.

Sa's warm tongue carefully licked at Yatokya's lips, a silent question. Yatokya's lips parted, and after hesitating, he gave his tongue to the smaller male. They kissed again, their heads twisting, deeper, hungrier. Sa moaned. His paw smoothed up Yatokya's neck and curled in his mane, pulling it loose of its tail. Yatokya felt his mane tumble free around his shoulders, and Sa whispered, "Fuck, you're pretty."

Yatokya laughed softly. He cleared his throat. "You . . . you just wanted to kiss me, right? We couldn't think to . . . . right here in the camp . . ."

Sa smiled. "Why not? Remember when you were younger and the warriors in your escort would be fucking in the camp at night? You would spy on them."

Yatokya felt himself blushing. Sa was so short, he had to keep reminding himself that the male was older than him. Sa was at least twenty-five summers old. Yatokya wasn't even considered an adult yet: he was only sixteen.

"Beautiful boy . . ." Sa whispered and kissed Yatokya's neck.

Yatokya shivered. "Why now? Why did you wait so long to . . .?"

"Because you are now ripe for the plucking," was the reply. "Figured I'd take the chance now, before you are tied down in your unhappy marriage." Sa's eyes peered at Yatokya sympathetically. The hazel one reflected the firelight like dark glass.

Yatokya looked down a moment, frowning with thought. He could feel Sa's soothing fingers in his mane. "You won't tell anyone?"

"No one. I promise."

"Why do you want this?" He lifted his face and looked at Sa, frowning and confused. But he could feel it happening, all the blood rushing to his groin. It was like that night with Tala . . . when her breasts slapped his back, when he saw her naked for the first time. He'd almost gotten hard but had quelled it just in time. Looking at Sa's lithe, muscular body, he was finding it hard to quell it now.

"Why shouldn't I want it?" Sa said in amusement. He smoothed his paw over Yatokya's hard backside and touched the tender place under his tail.

Yatokya stiffened and grabbed his paw much harder than he'd meant to. Sa halted and looked at him, astonished.

"Not there!" Yatokya warned. He moved Sa's fingers away and saw the male drop his paws to his lap. "Not there . . ." He stared at the ground. He could feel Sa's concerned eyes raking him.

After a long pause, Sa asked, "But why?" His eyes hardened. "Someone hurt you there, didn't they?"

Yatokya didn't answer.

"I would be gentle. And I have balm in my traveling pack. I brought it . . . just for you."

Yatokya felt himself blushing hard. Sa had planned this seduction! Embarrassed, he pushed his paw back through his mane. Sa touched his cheek and made him look at him. He repeated gently, "Why? You can tell me, your highness. I will protect the secret." He smiled. "As I protect you."

Yatokya felt himself almost relenting when that paw smoothed his mane back from his cheek. But he couldn't talk about it. It would put Tala in danger. "They didn't mean to hurt me," he finally said. Though he knew it was a lie. Believing he was a lone wolf out to rape her, Tala had meant every tear in his ass.

Sa's thumb and index finger pinched Yatokya's chin. "I would never hurt you, your highness," he whispered, and leaning close, he kissed him tenderly.

Yatokya melted into the kiss. Before he realized it, he was kissing Sa back, passionately. He pulled the smaller male into his arms and was happy to smooth his paws up the muscles of his back. He touched Sa's mane, wishing it was free of its braid but too polite to simply loosen it. Sa smiled at him and loosened his mane with a jerk. His russet tresses cascaded free, tumbling around his handsome smirk.

"So I will not spend the night in his highness?" Sa teased.

Yatokya laughed softly at the joke. "No," he said, touching Sa's cheek, "but I will spend the night in you."

Sa rubbed a paw over his backside, removing the quiver and bow from his back as he whispered huskily, "It is my duty to obey his highness. . ."

Yatokya watched, his heart beating hard, as Sa knelt between his knees. He realized for the first time that his cock was hard. It stood pink and erect, thick and waiting, pulsing with veins as it rose from the swirl of fur cloaking his balls. Sa's dark cock was hard as well, and Yatokya loved the way his erection wobbled with every move.

Yatokya swallowed hard when the first lick came. He'd never had his cock sucked. Before Tala's bumbling rape, he'd never done anything with anyone. He thought of her now as Sa's enthusiastic tongue flicked and licked. What would it be like, he wondered, to have Tala between his hard thighs, peered happily into his eyes as she gave him pleasure with her tongue? Tala had such a nice, flexible tongue. He would finger her little ass as she sucked him. She also had a nice ass. He had always wanted to spank it . . .

Looking down at Sa now, Yatokya reached down and fingered under his tail. Sa moaned in appreciation and sucked wetter, faster. His spit slimed over, glossing Yatokya's dick and dripping down into his balls. Yatokya knew his cheeks were flaming with the strain. He closed his eyes and grunted, and fearful that the others might wake, he bit his lip to muffle his cries. Sa was making it very hard . . . in more ways than one. He grabbed the smaller male's head and moved it on his cock, and the gulping sounds intensified.

"Shit . . ." Yatokya whispered. So this was a blowjob? No wonder so many wolves found their little corners during festivals . . . Yatokya had to wonder what the rest of it was like. What was it like to be inside Tala's pussy? What would it be like to be inside Sa's ass?

Yatokya felt his cock heaving: he was going to come. He cautioned Sa to stop.

Sa lifted his head and licked his lips. "Will you come on me, your highness?"

Yatokya lifted his brows, his chest heaving. "What? No! The balm . . . put the balm on me . . ."

Sa grinned. He went to his traveling pack, and when he returned, he was carrying a small jar. The balm had an herbal smell and was greasy when Sa started applying it with careful fingers. He gripped Yatokya's dick in his fist and stroked him slowly to smooth the balm in. Carefully and slowly. Up and down.

Yatokya grunted. "A-ah . . . oh, Sa. . . ."

"His highness is pleased."

"Very pleased . . . oh. . . ."

Sa knelt over one of the logs around the fire, and burning with desire now, Yatokya knelt behind him. He took his hips and sighed as he slid his greasy dick home. Sa's head dropped forward and he choked out a cry. He braced himself against the log as Yatokya slowly and carefully began to fuck him.

They rocked together, moaning and gasping. Yatokya's heart was pounding. Sa's ass was hot and tight on his dick, and the balm was making squelching noises that made him blush. He blushed harder when he realized just how big his cock was: Sa's breathless cries of pleasure were becoming quite loud. Dangerously loud. Yatokya gently covered his mouth as they rocked together, and reaching down, he slowly and gently fondled his cock.

Yatokya closed his eyes and frowned with pleasure as he slid deep. Sa's cock was firm in his fingers, the skin soft and warm. He let go of his mouth to cup and massage his balls.

"Oh . . . your highness, fuck me . . . you fuck me so good . . . oh . . . yes . . ."

"Shh . . ."

"I can't help it . . . I'm going to howl . . ."

"No - don't!"

"Your highness . . . oh . . . you're making me . . ."

Sa's cock flinched in Yatokya's paw. He was going to come! Yatokya covered his mouth to keep him from crying out, and as he continued to fondle him, he spurted in his paw, his muffled cries helpless and loud. Yatokya choked in his ear and felt himself release. They sagged together, breathless, chests heaving. Yatokya showered Sa with lazy kisses and saw his cheek bulge in a smile.

"I want to be inside you . . . so badly now . . . highness . . . you are such a tease . . . your highness?"

Yatokya didn't answer. He was staring at Rayen. And she was staring back.