The Hero
This is the updated and edited version of the story. It continues in part 2. Enjoy!
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This story deals with sex between males in very graphic detail. If you're not over 18 it is illegal for you to even look at this so stop reading right now. If homosexual content is not your cup of tea, you can leave my tea party. The characters and story are copyright Teiran's player 2005, do not redistribute without permission. Otherwise, enjoy!
-Teiran
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The Hero - Part 1
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The little town of East Haven was quiet as the strangers rode in with dusk on their heels. The town only had one real street, the High Pass road that lead all the way to Newcastle, some fifty miles to the west through the Mistwood Mountains. The Green Briar Inn was the only building with a lantern out front, which meant it was still open even at this late hour. The only people who saw the strangers ride into town were the two bored coyote guards who made sure the street was safe at night.
Flint heard their horses trotting down the street, and the young hyena knew that the travelers would be stopping at the inn. His ears were lowered and his nose just peeking out into the street as he peered out of the stables doors, but he did not get a good look at the new arrivals before they disappeared inside. He led their horses into the stable, and hurried inside the back door of the inn.
"Boy!" the innkeeper, a portly tiger named Tongish yelled at him as Flint got inside. "You better have that stew ready. Got five hungry travelers out there."
"I know, I saw them ride in," the hyena said as he ladled the evening stew into big bowls. "And I'm not a boy anymore Tongish, I turned nineteen three months ago."
The tiger cuffed him up side the head and his daughter, a young tigress about Flint's age snickered at the rough treatment. Flint glared at the innkeeper's daughter, and she stuck out her tongue.
Tongish ignored his child and muttered, "Don't sass me boy. Now get them a full supper and don't talk to them. Not a word, understand?" Flint just sort of ducked away from the halfhearted second blow, and finished their meals as Tongish took them their drinks, followed by Clara.
The hyena stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth and stood on the tips of his toes. The counter was set too high for him to work effectively because it had been made for the taller Tongish and his daughter. He could just reach the top of the high counter, his head poking over the side as he filled the bowls. Flint was actually quite short at four foot five. He tried to stretch the stew as far as he could so there would be some left over for him to eat, but five servings was just to much. The hyena had to add a little water to each bowl just to make the stew stretch far enough for the travelers. A loaf of bread, some butter, and a block of warm cheese rounded out the meal, and he carried the heavy tray of food into the common room with practiced skill as Tongish shooed his daughter away from the adventures.
Flint got a good look at each of the adventures as he passed out the food.
At the head of the table was a gray wolf wearing a suit of silvery chain mail. It was the most intricate armor the hyena had ever seen. It had been worked so that a golden cross was in the center. It was the Prophet's Cross, the symbol of the land's largest religion. The wolf nodded in thanks for the food Flint handed him, and flashed the hyena a big smile before bowing his head to pray. It was obvious even to Flint that the man was a Knight of the Cross, the holiest order of knights that served the Prophet through the land.
Beside him sat an older looking otter whose brown, thick fur had begun to gray around the temples by his short round ears. He was dressed in the vestments of a Priest. His nice suit coat was made from dark black cotton, and a white sash hung around his neck. Flint looked at him a little uncertainly. He was not very familiar with the Prophet's Church, even though they were the only faith here in East Haven. The otter joined the wolf in prayer, while the big grizzly bear beside him tore into the loaf of bread with wild abandon. Flint edged around the big bear carefully, because the ursine had the look of a wild creature dressed in deer hides. He clashed rather sharply with the straight-laced fox in fancy clothes sitting on the other side of him. The fox had the bearing of a noble, in clothes finer then any Flint had ever seen before. Unlike the others, who had several weapons, he carried just a strangely carved staff that he had leaned against his chair. The last traveler was a powerful looking jackal that seemed to take as much pride in his muscles as the fox did in his clothes. He had well defined arms and was dressed in all form fitting black leather that let him move easily as he cut the cheese block with a wicked looking knife.
Flint could tell they were adventures, parties of them came through East Haven often enough. This time thought, he wanted to know more then that. Were they missionaries of the Prophet, returning from some holy crusade? Perhaps they were all just friends coming home after a treasure hunt, loaded down with so much gold they had been forced to hide some of it along the trail somewhere. The possibilities raced through Flint's mind as he hung around the table listening in on their conversation. The five travelers looked so exotic, so powerful with their weapons and strange clothes. The hyena wanted to know all about them, because they were infinitely more interesting then the dreary townsfolk he saw day after day.
As Flint watched them begin to eat, the jackal stood up and raised his mug above the heads of the others. He was a bit taller then the otter or fox and about the same height at the wolf, which made him much taller then Flint. Everyone at the table was shorter then the bear. "Alright, alright before you all get too deep into that food, I have something to say." The jackal pointed his mug at the otter, who seemed a bit surprised. "I'm sure by now Father Tully, you've figured out that I did not want you to come with us when we left Newcastle." The rest of the table laughed a little, and the otter nodded a bit.
"I would have never guessed that." The otter said evenly, and the whole table laughed. Flint wasn't sure why it was funny.
The jackal laughed at himself and smile. "I fought with Aldain for a long time now about you coming with us. I don't know why he wanted you to come, or why you wanted to come either, but I was sure an old priest like you would be nothing but a burden." The group laughed, and again Flint wasn't sure why. It seemed like a rather mean thing to say, but everyone had laughed at the jackal's words. The jackal raised his mug up and held it out towards the older otter, as did the rest of the table as the jackal continued his toast. "Normally I hate being proven wrong, but today I am happy to. We would never have destroyed Mak'tchen without you father. If the Prophet had more priests like you in his service, then this world would be a far better place." The table cheered, and raised their glasses to the old priest. Father Tully flattened his small ears back into his slightly graying fur in embarrassment, and raised his glass as well.
"Well thank you William, those are very kind words." The otter arched an eyebrow before everyone took a drink and he added, "Even coming from a heathen like you," and then he took a sip from him mug. The otter smacked his lips a bit, obviously not used to the taste of mead.
"Please Father, call me Will. William was my father, and I'm not as old as you are yet." Everyone laughed again, and began to eat.
By now Flint felt really lost. Why would the priest called the jackal a heathen? Flint couldn't see any symbols on William that he recognized as holy ones. In fact, the only symbol on him was a silver leaf brooch holding his cloak closed. Flint frowned, wishing he knew more about the faiths out side of East Haven. The only faith in the village was the Prophet's, and Flint had never been to the Sunday services at the local church. Sunday morning meant a changing of the bed sheets and a long day of hot laundry for the hyena, not religious services and picnics.
Flint smiled as he hung beside the kitchen door waiting for an order, his ears twitching back and forth as he tried to catch every word of the adventure's conversation. The fox it appeared was actually a noble, because someone called him Lord Trenton. The bear was some kind of barbarian named Tigh, and had only recently entered civilized life. Aldain and Will got into a argument about something, but it seemed really good natured, and in the end Father Tully seemed to settle it for them. It was the most interesting conversation Flint had been a part of in a long time, even though he had not said a word.
Inside the kitchen, Clara crossed her arms in annoyance, her tail flicking back and forth as she watched Flint and the adventures. "I don't see why you let him serve the guests father. He has fleas," she muttered, "and probably mange. He's disgusting." The young tigress sniffed and turned her nose up, putting on her best sulk. "We should throw him out, not let him serve the most interesting guests we've had in weeks."
Tongish gave his daughter a side long glance as she stared out into the common room. While Flint was always a bit dusty in the fur, the hyena did not have fleas. Tongish would have thrown him out in a heart beat if that were true. Whatever else the boy did, he always kept himself presentable for the guests. He noticed his daughter's eyes lingering a bit to long on the wolf knight Flint was serving, and he knew his daughter was angrier about being unable to serve the handsome fellow. "We keep him because he works hard. Do you want to clean the stables out after their horses leave?"
The tigress shot her father an evil glare. "Don't be funny." she sniffed again and stopped up stairs to her room.
"I wasn't." her father mumbled and went out to make sure Flint did not linger at the traveler's table to long.
***
Flint spent the rest of the evening washing up the kitchen while Tongish brought the drinks and food to the travelers. The tiger had taken one look at the grin on the hyena's face when the travelers called for more, and had forced the hyena to wash the dishes instead of serve. Flint glared at the sink full of dirty plates and cups. It was probably Clara's idea.
By the time the night was over and Flint had finished washing the dishes, his paws burned from the hot water and itched from the rough soap. Tongish always made sure he always washed with hot water because it was the only to get the thick stew he made off the metal bowls, but it always left Flint's paws burning afterwards. The soap also made his paws soft and smooth, but none of it really mattered to Flint at this point. The short hyena had gotten used to the discomfort after seven years of working for Tongish. Besides, Tongish would do far worse then make his paws tender if he did not get all the dishes perfect on the first wash. Flint lazily flicked his tail back and forth as he swept the kitchen floor and Tongish lounged in a chair in the kitchen corner by the fire.
The tiger was smoking from a big pipe, and his eyes were closed when something banged against the wall outside. Flint perked his ears up and stared at the wall as the scraping sound continued, as if someone were clawing at the side of the inn. The tiger glared at the wall beside his head where the sound was coming from, and he looked at Flint with an annoyed glare. "Go see who that is boy, and make them go away. We've got no more rooms, and I don't want our traveler guests to see any of the town strays." The tiger closed his eyes again and propped his feet up, taking a slow drag on his pipe.
Flint took off his apron and hung it by the back door. He lit the tiny lantern they kept by the back door and slipped out into the night. A strange smell made the hyena's nose twitch, and he assumed that the butcher next door must have left something outside to rot.
Flint stared into the darkness where the sound was coming from, his ears laying flat on his head as his held the lantern up as high as he could. He could make out the form of someone large leaning against the corner of the inn. They were to far away for the lamp light to illuminate them as their claws scraped on the wood walls. "Hello?" the hyena called out nervously, and he saw the shape in the darkness turn towards him. The stranger's head was shaped like a bear's, but Flint could not tell whom it was.
"Umm, I'm sorry but we don't have an more rooms open..." the hyena trailed off as the bear began to slouch towards him in silence, moving slowly down the tiny alley between the inn and the butcher shop next door. Flint wrung his paws nervously; his tail tucked firmly between his legs as a icy fear over took him. It pulled at his fur and made his heart race, and he took a small step backwards. "You might try asking the bar down the street, they sometimes let people sleep in their common room."
The lumbering figure emerged from the darkness and into the light of Flint's lamp, and the little hyena let out a yelp of fear. The bear wasn't a bear at all, at least not any more. Whoever it had been was long dead, and it their place was a gruesome zombie.
Flint felt his body freeze in panic as he stared at the dead thing advancing towards him. The former bear was slouched to one side because a huge chunk of flesh missing from its left side. Its once powerful jaw hung by a thread of muscle, and it stared at Flint with an empty, bloody eye socket. The bear's fur was patchy and rotted away, like an old rug worn thin. Flint couldn't even tell what type of bear it had been before the grave claimed it. Flint trembled in fear as the dead thing lurched towards him, a heavy axe dragging behind it and scraping across the ground with an ominous sound.
Flint wanted to run. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but his heart raced so fast in fear that all he could manage was a desperate whine, a puppy like sound that begged someone to help him. The hyena trembled, staring up at the vacant, eyeless stare of the bear as it loomed over him. The hyena's nose wrinkled as a ghastly, awful stench washed over his face and he looked up into the purple, bloated face of the thing that was going to be his death.
Flint watched as the thing lifted up its axe, its body tilting to the side and exposing its ragged wound as it lifted the bloody blade above his head. The little hyena whined and closed his eyes as the thing gurgled out a wicked sounding laugh, and Flint was sure that sound would be the last thing he ever heard.
Then everything happened so fast. There was a loud crash from inside the inn, Tongish yelled something and then someone howled in the night as steel clashed on steel.
The little hyena open his eyes, and he gasped in surprise that he was uninjured. He looked up at his rescuer, and into the face of the most beautiful male he had ever seen. Clad in his shining, the wolf knight from the inn had thrust himself between the bear and the little hyena. He held the bear's blow back with his shield, and the wolf seemed to glow in dark night. That glow made flint feel safe, as if nothing wrong could happen now that the knight was here.
The wolf howled in righteous fury and swung at the zombie bear. His sword flashed in a brilliant white stroke and carved a glittering arc through the bear, which fell into two huge pieces and ceased to move. Flint stared in awe at the wolf that stood protectively over him.
The wolf looked down at Flint for only a moment, but the wolf's dark eyes meet Flint's. The hyena stared up into those concerned eyes, and felt a swell of heat in his face as he blushed. He couldn't explain it, but the way the wolf looked at him, the way he stood, his very presence made Flint feel so very small and yet so very safe. The wolf seemed to move in slow motion away from him as he jogged out into the main street, tail waving in the air as he shouting to his friends.
Flint felt his legs unlock and he scrambled after the wolf, wanting nothing more then to look at him again. When he got to the end of the alley and stepped out into the main road, he regretted it instantly. The hyena ducked back to the dark alley again, and out of sight of the horde of walking dead that filled the street. The lumbering band of undead people was unlike anything Flint had never seen even in his worst nightmares. Foxes, wolves, deer, rabbits, a lion, every species Flint had ever seen seemed to be represented in the ranks of the dead. He watched in horror as the dead men and women tore at the buildings of East Haven and attacked the townsfolk. The screams of the villagers began to echo through the night as the dead broke windows and began threatening the meager population of East Haven with total destruction.
In their midst, the wolf knight cut a wide arc of light through the walking dead. Now Flint was sure that the wolf was glowing. He was shedding a white light that seemed to burn the undead as they attacked him. Flint almost cheered as the wolf's battle cries brought the other adventures pouring out of the inn. The hyena perked up his ears and nearly bounded on his back paws as they clashed with the undead, and he watched without fear now as they cut their way through the undead horde.
The bear wielded a huge axe that crackled with a deadly blue energy, seeming to strike with the power of a thunderbolt. His blade cut a massive hole in the band of the undead, providing the rest of the party access to the street. The otter exited the inn and called out to the heavens, and in a flash of white light the dead nearest to him crumbled into piles of dust. Creeping around the side was the jackal, his dagger's cutting the legs from under the zombies to prevent them from following the villager's or threaten the fox noble. The vulpine was obviously a mage, because he waved his hands in a complex pattern and traced a glowing pattern in the air. A moment later, a groups of the zombies to ash in a rush of fire that sprung from no where.
In the middle of it all, the wolf seemed to shine in the night. His sword cut the dead in half, and his shield kept them at bay. Flint watched in fascination as he fought, his very presence rallying the villagers and his companions as they clashed with the undead. He seemed to move in slow motion again, his sword slashing and his shining armor protecting him from the blows of the dead. Flint stared at the wolf in a strange daze, unable to look away from that handsome male until his face grew hot and the inside of his ears turned red.
Then, a chanting sound echoed across the courtyard. Flint looked at the fox and the otter, but neither was casting a spell. The hyena glanced back and forth and spotted a hooded figure standing behind the undead on the other side of the main square. The man's voice shouted, and he raised his hands above his head, and the street erupted into a storm of fire and brimstone. Screams of pain echoed through the night as the dead and heroes alike were caught in the blast.
Flint gasped and shut his eyes as the brilliant explosion blinded him, and for a brief second he could feel a wave of hot air wash over his face. It did not burn, but he could hear the cries of the adventures in the street as they were scorched. Flint opened his eyes and frantically tried to spot each one, blinking away the bright spots in his vision. The jackal had ducked behind a barrel near by, his tail only barely singed by the blast. The wolf, bear, and otter had all been enveloped in the fiery explosion and were the one's screaming as their fur burn. The fox had caught only a glancing blow from a blast of the flame as he dove back inside the inn.
The hooded figure cackling in glee as the town began to burn around him, the thatch roves catching fire even through the magical explosion subsided in a few moments. The bear fell to the ground, bellowing in pain as he tried to put out his burning hide. The otter fared better with his thicker, slick fur and after he cast a spell to heal himself he seemed to be all right. The dry, desiccated zombies that had been caught in the blast fell to the ground in burning heaps, their unlife snuffed out by the flames. The fox cast a spell to dampen the flames on the houses and in his fur, and most of the fires that had started were snuffed out.
The wolf knight did not even seem to notice that the explosion had occurred. He raced across the now empty main street with his fur still on fire and struck the dark wizard with a savage, two-handed blow of his sword. Once again the wolf's sword trailed white sparks across the night sky and the blade cut deep into the hooded wizard's chest, but he did not fall. He staggered backwards, his hood falling back to reveal the face of a badger now covered in his own blood. He cackled again, a crazed sound in the now quiet street as he cast another spell.
The spell sent a thunderclap echoing through the night as a bolt of lightning leapt across the street that flattened the wolf and the otter priest in one stroke. Both men howled in pain as they fell, and Flint felt his stomach leap into his throat as the wolf sagged to the ground. The hyena's voice was lost in the reverberating boom, as he screamed in the night. He started to run to the wolf's aid. He had to save him somehow but he knew he would never make it to the wolf's side in time.
The badger loomed over the fallen knight, his paws crackling with a green energy, his robes billowing as he gathered another spell to finish the wolf off. The wolf struggled to raise his sword, but the fire in his fur made the wolf's body betray him. Flint's eyes caught sight of a shadow moving behind the mage as he ran, a reflection off something black in the black night. Flint faltered and stopped a few feet away from the mage as the badger's body stiffened and his eyes widened. His spell died in a cry of pain as the jackal appeared from behind him, his knife buried deep in the wizard's back.
Flint winced and looked away as the jackal finished him, slitting the badger's throat from behind in one smooth motion with his other dagger. The badger didn't even make a sound as he fell dead at the jackal's feet. The wicked looking daggers dripped blood as the mage's body crumpled in a heap beside the wolf. The few undead that still walked collapsed into heaps as well, the magic powering them gone along with their creator. "You alright Aldain?" The jackal shouted as he tried to put out the flames on the wolf's fur. The wolf rolled back and forth, and with the jackal's help the flames went out. The knight coughed roughly as he sat up, leaning heavily on the jackal.
Flint embarrassed himself by yipping with joy as the wolf rose to his feet unsteadily. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Oh that was foolish. See to the others and I'll calm the village." Despite the pain in the wolf's voice, the jackal nodded and did as he was told. Flint stood a few feet away from the knight as the wolf dusted himself off. Flint's tail wagged back and forth as he looked up at the wolf in wonder. The knight was burned and cut and he was covered in blood, but his spirit had never wavered. Flint caught the wolf's eyes for a moment, and the knight watched him for a few seconds before striding away to deal with the villagers who were now pouring out of their houses.
Flint felt weak in the knees and his face was hot like it had after the explosion. The hyena had never seen anyone who was as brave or as strong as the wolf.
***
Flint paced back and forth in the kitchen, not really sure what he was supposed to do now. He wanted to go see the wolf to thank him for saving his life, but he had no idea how to approach the knight. Just the thought of talking to the wolf made him sick to his stomach, as if he had eaten a jar full of butterflies. He fretted and peeked out into the common room where the travelers were speaking to the townsfolk, but he knew he would not be allowed to go out and talk directly to them. Tongish would be livid if he set foot in the common room now and the hyena did not want to spend the night locked in a closet. So he paced back and forth, trying to think of a way to see the wolf until the kitchen door opened and the fox mage poked his head inside.
The hyena blinked in surprise when the fox sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose a bit at the odor of the kitchen. "Hello lad. Have you got any more of that stew left?" he said looking down at Flint, who was actually a few inches smaller even than the fairly short fox.
Flint shook his head and tucked his tail between his legs. "No sir, I can make some though if you..."
"That's alright lad." The fox said with a shrug, "Just bring me up some cheese and bread. I'm in the last room on the right, and I'll make it two silvers instead of one if you can find me some cooked meat, you hear?" The fox left without even waiting for Flint's answer.
The hyena grinned ear to ear as he quickly got a plate of food ready. A silver piece was more money then he had ever been tipped before, and since Tongish didn't know he would be able to keep it all for himself.
As he set the plate down on the counter, Flint had an idea. If he was being paid for two meals, why not make two meals? He pulled another plate down and made a meal to bring up to the wolf.
***
Flint carried the trays of food up to the second floor, and down the hallway to the fox's room. The wizard seemed quite pleased with the fried chicken from the night before, and paid the silver with a smile. Flint grinned and almost jumped for joy as he turned towards the knight's room.
Just as he was about to knock on the door it burst open and Clara rushed out of the knight's room in tears, her fancy dress trailing behind her. Flint pressed himself against the door jam, staring after the girl in shock. He had never seen Clara so dressed up around the inn before. The wolf knight appeared at the threshold of his room and looked down the hallway. With a shake of his head the wolf muttered, "Women," in an exhausted tone as Clara barricaded herself in her own room at the far end of the hallway.
Then the knight noticed Flint. "Oh, hello." He said, blinking his eyes a couple times as the hyena smiled up at him. "What can I do for you?"
Flint shuffled his feet and held out the plate of food. "Umm, well I brought you something to eat." Flint wagged his tail a little, forcing his ears up as he smiled up at the knight.
"How kind of you." The knight stepped back and let Flint inside. "Here, let me pay you for that." the wolf muttered. He sat down on the small bed and began rummaging through a small money bag.
"Oh no, you don't have to pay Sir." Flint said hastily, setting the plate of food down on the table beside the bed. He put it down there instead of on the table closer to the door, just so he could get a little closer to the wolf and catch a whiff of his smell. The wolf's smell was a strange mix of sweat and freshly fallen rain. It made Flint's tail wag hard, and he tucked his tail between his legs to keep it still.
The wolf gave Flint a dubious look. "So, your master has suddenly gotten generous has he? I shall have to thank him tomorrow morning..." the wolf let the sentence trail off, and he had a knowing look in his eyes.
Flint flicked his rounded ears back and smiled sheepishly, his muzzle splitting into a toothy grin common among hyenas. The wolf would know if he lied. "Um, well no. I paid for it."
"Then I should thank you for your generosity." The wolf said, and Flint squirmed, rubbing one paw against the floor.
"It was the least I could do." Flint rubbed his paws together and smiled at the wolf. "You saved my life."
The knight waved the comment away. "I was only doing my duty. No need to thank me." The wolf said as he pulled off the chain mail shirt he was wearing. The action made Flint's heart flutter because the thin cotton shirt the wolf wore underneath was pulled up as well, revealing the wolf's tight, muscular stomach for a moment. The wolf shook his head and rubbed a paw through his head fur, and when he smiled it made Flint sigh.
An awkward silence fell over the small room, and the hyena searched for something to say. How was he supposed to tell this handsome knight that just being around him made the hyena's knees weak? It sounded so silly in his mind. Flint shifted uneasily as the wolf finished taking off his armor. His eyes fell on the wolf's shield, and the big long scratch that marred the surface of it. "Did this happen tonight? When you saved me?" Flint asked quietly, his finger running along the blemish in the wolf's otherwise perfect shield.
The wolf nodded. "Yes it did. Don't worry though. I have an oil that will take it right out." The wolf reached for a small jar on the bedside table, but jerked his arm back with a snarl of pain. Flint yipped a little and rushed to the wolf's side, his paws holding the wolf's arm. The movement had torn open a long cut on the wolf's arm, which was now bleeding profusely.
"Oh I'm so sorry." The hyena whimpered, trying to hold the wolf's wound closed to stop the bleeding. "I can get my sewing kit and stitch this closed for you. I used to do that when I cut myself with the knives down in the kitchen, and I've gotten very good with a needle. I fix my clothes some times, and I even helped sew the sheets on your bed. I..." Flint trailed off as the wolf gave a pained chuckle. Flint's ears flattened against his head as he realized how badly he was babbling.
The wolf gave him a slight smile and patted Flint's paw gently. "Don't worry. What was your name?" the wolf asked softly.
The hyena's ears twitched forward and then back again, his spotted muzzle twitching into a smile as the wolf held his paw against his arm. The act of tending to the wolf's wound had suddenly gotten much more intimate. "Flint." He said softly, catching another whiff of the wolf's scent with his nose.
"Well Flint, I am Aldain. I'm a Knight of the Cross, and it is now past the witching hour. That means it is technically tomorrow, and I no longer require the skills of a tailor to heal myself, only the Prophet." The wolf furrowed his brow and stared at his arms, his paw tightening around Flint's as a white light surrounded the wolf's body. Flint's eyes widened and his mouth made an O as the knight's wounds healed in a rush of magic. The hyena could feel the wound under his paw closed up under his paw. Flint blushed softly as his fingers traced the wolf's arm, finding nothing but soft fur and a strong muscle underneath. The cuts and bruises and even the burned patches of fur were all gone. The wolf's magic left nothing behind but a few wet patches of blood and dirt.
Flint's mouth moved, but no words came out. The wolf chuckled, and the hyena blushed before stuttering, "That, that's amazing. I've never seen anything like that..."
The knight patted Flint's paw. "And how old are you?"
"Nineteen winters..." Flint said breathlessly, his paws beginning to wander across the wolf's healed body, inspecting and checking to see that all the wounds were indeed really gone.
Aldain chuckled a little as the boy's paws touched him. "Well, in my twenty four seasons I have seen far more spectacular things. Of course, what I would really like to see is a nice bath. Do you think you could draw me up one?" The wolf asked, and Flint laughed a little as the wolf leaned in close to him and bumped his black nose against the hyena's cheek.
The hyena smiled, nodding vigorously as the knight squeezed his paw. He got up and practically raced himself to the kitchen, boiling water and filling the washtub down the hall with a spring in his step.
When he had the bath ready, Flint returned to the knight's room and the wolf patted him on the head as he went to wash his fur. Flint grinned and watched the wolf walk down the hall, and then turned back to the empty room. He rubbed his forearms as he stood in the knight's room, glancing around at all the strange things the wolf owned. Now that he was here, Flint didn't want to leave. It felt nice being in a room that smelled of Aldain, surrounded by all of his things. Perhaps he could be useful.
***
Aldain sighed happily as he got out of the bath. It was so nice to be clean again. Without the blood and dirt from his journey in his fur he felt like a person again. It had been kind of the boy to draw him up such a hot bath. The wolf pulled on a pair of cotton shorts to make his way back to his room. It would also be nice to be out of his clothes for once. Sleeping under the stars with his companions while wearing a shirt of metal was never as pleasant as sleeping in the nude in a warm bed.
The wolf opened the door to his room and made the young hyena jump in surprise. Aldain blinked, a little surprised that the boy was still there. He was crouched on the floor beside the bed, his paws busily shining the wolf's shield.
"You're still here huh?" The wolf said, patting the hyena's head. It was cute how the hyena's ears swiveled back and he leaned into the touch. Aldain sat down on his bed with a sigh, the small room forcing him to sit right beside where the hyena was kneeling.
The boy blushed deeply and put his paws up on the bed, his ears splayed out against his head. The young man's wagged back and forth as he asked, "Did you enjoy your bath sir?"
"Yes I did." Aldain smiled at him before looking over the crouching hyena's shoulder. "What have you been doing?"
The hyena's spotted muzzle broke into a smile, and he proudly showed off the work he had done on the wolf's shield. The long scratch was gone, rubbed away by the hyena's busy paws and the wolf's mending oil. "I wanted to fix this for you Sir." Aldain smiled as the pup turned back to him, and one of the hyena's paw's came to rest on his knee.
"You don't have to call me sir, you know. I'm not your master." The wolf said, patting the boy's paw gently, "And again, that's very kind of you but you did not have to do it for me."
The hyena blushed again, his eyes sparkling as he smiled. "But you saved my life. I have to repay you somehow." The hyena's voice trembled a little, and the wolf grinned a little at the cute way he squirmed. Aldain could feel his heart flutter a little as he stared at the boy, and he knew what that meant.
It had been a while now, but the wolf's feelings for males never truly went away. Aldain had tried hard to follow the teachings of his faith, to see the things he felt as the whispers of demons in his ears. The church was quite clear about how wrong and vile being with another male was, but right now Flint was making his lions stir in a way he had felt in a very long time. The boy was being so obvious about his attraction to the wolf, but so shy at the same time. It was sweet in a way and very cute, and the hyena's bright green eyes looked up at him with such admiration and desire it made the older wolf forget everything else.
For a moment they stared at each other, their muzzles just an inch apart. Aldain took the chance to examine the hyena's face and the patterns of his fur. At the end of Flint's muzzle was a patch of black fur, and little black spots the size of coins dotted his face and chest. Most of his fur was a rich cream color, mixed with a dirty brown of sorts that seemed to flow across his pelt. Each of his paws was covered in a stocking of black fur like a fox's paws, and the boy's eyes sparkled an emerald green color. He was even panting just a little, his pink tongue flashing in and out of his mouth as he knelt at the wolf's feet.
Aldain licked his lips a little as he reached one paw up to caress the side of Flint's face. The boy's rounded ears swiveling backwards and his cheeks turned red under his fur as he blushed again, but his eyes never left the wolf's face. As Aldain stared into those happy, bright eyes the wolf forgot about all his problems. He just smiled and stared into that young man's for a long while, before shifting his paw and pulling Flint into a soft kiss.
Flint didn't know just what to do when Aldain kissed him, but it made the hyena's heart fluttered up into his throat. The hyena moaned softly and pressed forward into the kiss, letting the wolf's other arm slide around his back. IT was a soft, tender embrace and they stayed that way for a long time. Flint marveled at how the kiss felt. The rough feeling of the wolf's lips, pressed tenderly against his own. The thick wolf tongue that tested his lips until Flint parted them, and the pressed against the hyena's tongue slowly. The firms caress of the wolf's paw on the back of his head, and the strong arm wrapped around his shoulder.
It was the most passionate moment in the hyena's life, and he blinked in surprise when the wolf finally broke the kiss. "Whoa..." Flint muttered softly, his mouth working a bit. The way the wolf's tongue had moved against his own had been such a strange sensation. It had felt good, but now he was completely out of breath.
Aldain smiled at him, chuckling a little. "Your first kiss?" the wolf asked, his paw softly petting Flint's head fur.
"Yeah..." Flint said breathlessly, smiling up at the wolf that was holding him. The way the wolf's finger slide through his short head fur made the hyena's tail wag.
"Let's fix that," the knight said softly and Flint found himself caught up in another, even more passionate kiss. This time the wolf turned his head to the side, and their muzzles meshed together as one. The wolf's tongue lashed at Flint's curling around the hyena's smaller tongue as Aldain explored his muzzle fully. When Aldain breathed out through is mouth, the only thing Flint could do was breath in. Their muzzles stayed locked together as they kissed slowly, the wolf breathing slowly for them both. The wolf's arms surrounded Flint's shoulders, and the knight embraced him with a strength the hyena had never felt before. It thrilled him to be in the power of such a male, to be at Aldain's gentle mercy. To feel this knight, his knight now, breathing in and out for him made the hyena want to faint from arousal.
Aldain was panting as well by the time he pulled back from the eager cub's muzzle. "You want to have another first?" he asked breathlessly, and the hyena nodded eagerly, his tail wagging back and forth as he looked up at Aldain with such complete trust. He had such a cute, young face. The wolf looked down at his crotch, where the fabric of his shorts was tented up by a barely contained erection. Flint's eyes widened a bit, and he looked up at the wolf in wonder as if he were asking permission just to touch the wolf. Aldain smiled softly at him, his paw caressing the young male's face gently. "If you want to." The wolf said simply, and it made Flint grin.
The wolf licked his lips as the hyena's small paws reached down and untied the cord holding his shorts closed. The boy was panting too as he pulled the fabric back. Flint's eyes widened again as the wolf's cock sprang into view, bouncing a little as it was released. It was obvious the boy had never seen another male like this before, but he did not look even a bit afraid.
A soft paw closed around his shaft, and the wolf sighed in pleasure as the pent up desire was finally satisfied by the hyena's touch. Aldain smiled, licking the hyena's muzzle gently as Flint began to pet his shaft with his smooth paws. It was an awkward, halting process but it felt so good to the road weary wolf. It had been ages since he had felt any paw but his own. Aldain relaxed and he let Flint grow used to what he was doing before he coaxed the hyena further. "Go on Flint." He whispered into the boy's small ear, his tongue flicking gently across the hyena's round ear. "Taste it." The hyena blushed so deeply his ears turned red on the inside, swiveling backwards as he looked up into the knight's eyes, as if he didn't believe what he had heard. "Go on. You'll like it." Aldain said quietly, gently ruffling the boy's head fur.
The wolf leaned back and propped himself up with one elbow to give the cub room. Flint looked down, gathered his nerves and licked the wolf's cock. Aldain let out a low sigh as a wet ribbon swept across the head of his shaft and sent shivers up his spine. All it took was a gentle coaxing with one paw on the back of his head, and Flint was quickly licking and polishing the wolf's shaft with an eager smile. The boy's tongue was erratic and unskilled, and his teeth sometime brushed across the wolf's shaft but he was so eager to please the knight it didn't matter. Aldain let his head roll back, "Oh yes. That's Flint. Now suck on it, yes that's it right like that..." the wolf moaned loudly as the hyena's lips wrapped around his cock. Aldain smiled down at the cub as the inside of Flint's ears turned a crimson color. He sucked on the cock in his muzzle as best he could, his cheeks caving in as he sucked. The young male slurped and lavished the knight's cock with everything he had, a big grin on his muzzle as it was filled with the wolf's throbbing dick.
Aldain sighed, his eyes fixed on the boy's happy face as he began to thrust his hips a little. The little hyena started to moan around the dick in his mouth, his paws fumbling a bit as the wolf's hips moved. It was a purely pleasurable sound, the moan of someone fulfilling his every desire. Aldain smiled at the sound, as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. A part of the knight had been worried the boy was just doing as he had been told to, but a happy moan like that meant the boy was enjoying this as much as he was.
The wolf watched as Flint's tail wagged back and forth, a furry broom thumping against the floor as he bobbed his muzzle up and down the wolf's shaft. His paw squeezed at the base of Aldain's shaft, right where the wolf's knot was beginning to form. The knight could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as his knot began to bulge, becoming so wide the cub's paw did not fit around it any more. Flint put both paws on the wolf's knot, and Aldain could not stand it any longer. He leaned forward and put both paws on the sides of the boy's head, holding the hyena's head by his flattened ears. The wolf began to thrust in earnest into the boy's mouth, breeding Flint's muzzle as fast as he could manage without choking him.
Aldain groaned, his chest heaving as his cock throbbed in the hyena's mouth. Aldain rubbed his muzzle against the top of Flint's head, licking his face and as he hunched forward and took the boy's mouth. Aldain let out a strangled howl and hilted himself into the hyena's muzzle, his knot pressed against the boy's lips. The cub gagged a little and clutched at Aldain's thighs as the wolf shot his seed right into the young hyena's muzzle.
Flint gagged as the wolf pushed in deep, filling his mouth completely with his dick. All he could see was the wolf's stomach, shaggy gray fur rubbing against his face and muzzle as the wolf's paws forced him all the way down on the hard shaft in his mouth. Flint could feel it rubbing against the back of his throat, pulsing and jerking in his mouth as the wolf reached his climax. The knight's howl rang in his ears and Flint gagged on Aldain, sputtering a little as the salty-sweat wolf seed flooded his mouth and ran out the sides of his muzzle, treating the hyena to a taste he had never imagined before. Flint gasped for air, nostrils flaring as he dragged in the strong, sweaty smell of the wolf's crotch. The scent mixed with the smell of the cum in his mouth and invaded every thought Flint had. In that moment, Aldain's crotch was his world and Flint moaned as the wolf took him. He sagged in the knight's grip, surrendering to the strong paws on his head and the forceful dick in his muzzle with a moan of pleasure.
Flint felt like he was floating, his senses over whelmed by the wolf's orgasm inside his mouth. He was panting hard once the wolf released his head. He pulled back, licking at the salty taste in his mouth and the thick, creamy stuff that trailed from the wolf's cock tip to his lips. It tasted funny, but oh so good. He had never thought of tasting his own seed when he played with himself, but now he wished that he had. Flint panted happily, looking up at the knight's face as the wolf's seed dripped from his lips.
The wolf's eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. The knight gasped and jerked forward when Flint began to lick the wolf clean, and he squirmed a little as Flint licked up every drop of the knight's seed. Then Flint reached his paws up and pressed them against the wolf's chest, feeling the strong muscles there rise and fall as he breathed deeply. Flint hesitated for a moment, his lips quivering just a finger's width from the wolf's mouth. The knight seemed to be lost in another world as he gasped for air. Aldain opened his eyes and Flint smiled sheepishly. Suddenly they were kissing again, muzzles locked together was the wolf growled in desire.
Before Flint could get his bearing, the knight roughly pulled Flint's tunic off his shoulders. The wolf's paws roamed across his back; finger's dragging through the hyena's short fur. Flint shuddered as blunt claw tips raced across his back and his fur was pulled in one direction and then the next by the wolf's paws. The knight stood up suddenly, pulling Flint up by the scruff of his neck. The hyena gasped, panting as the movement broke their kiss. Flint didn't move as the wolf proceeded to strip him naked the rest the way. The wolf's muzzle stayed close to his, and Flint panted as the wolf's muzzle rubbed against his face, his thick tongue darting out to lick at the hyena's spots. Skilled paws undressed him until Flint stood naked in front of the knight, his tail tucked down between his legs. Then the wolf kissed him again with so much passion Flint though the knight might break him in two with the force of his hug.
Flint whimpered in submission as the wolf continued to kiss him and pet at his fur, each touch of his paws seeming to make the wolf more dominate. Flint could tell the wolf was fumbling with something on the nightstand, but he didn't care what. The wolf just kept kissing him, slowly turning them both around so the backs of Flint's knees were pressed against the bed. The hyena saw the small oil pot as the wolf set it back down on the table. The knight stroked his cock, coating it in the slick oil. Flint was about to ask what he was doing but suddenly he was flat on his back, the soft bed underneath him and the wolf's body above him. The wolf's lips hungrily pressed against his own as Aldain pressed Flint down onto the bed and kissed him a deep growl.
The sound sent shivers down Flint's spine, but it wasn't a threatening sound. It was a husky growl of arousal from deep in the wolf's chest, and it made the hyena's head lift up to expose his throat. Flint whined gently as he submitted to the knight completely, a big grin on his muzzle as he did so. The knight licked the under side of Flint's throat, and that made the smaller hyena squirm in pleasure and spread his legs reflexively. He yipped a little as the wolf's body descended into the valley between his legs and forced them open wide. The wolf made a low barking sound, his fur rubbing against Flint's erection as he held the boy down. On instinct alone Flint lifted his leg up into the air, his knees gripping Aldain's sides as the wolf kissed his throat.
Flint's paws gripped the wolf's shoulders and his body tensed when he felt something firm and wet poking at his tail hole. He whimpered a little, chewing on his lip as he realized what the wolf was going to do. It surprised him just how badly he wanted it to happen. The wolf's eyes meet his own, and for a moment the knight was still. Aldain was pressed intimately against him in every way possibly. The knight was in complete control, but he had stopped none the less. "It will hurt because this is your first time. It will hurt badly if you can not relax yourself." The wolf's tongue slid across the hyena's left cheek in lupine kiss, making the cub shudder underneath him. His voice was full of concern, and he held the hyena tenderly in his arms. "Tell me to stop if it becomes too much." The wolf looked him in the eyes, his gaze full of concern for his young lover. "Understand?" Flint nodded nervously, not trusting his voice as his paws shifted on the wolf's shoulders to get a better grip. The wolf smiled at him and they kissed again, their muzzles meshing together as the wolf's hips brought their bodies together as one.
A gasp of pain escaped Flint as the blunt head of the wolf's shaft pressed into him. It was just a short, sudden thrust forward Aldain was inside him. Flint shuddered and his tail hole flexed in pain as the oiled shaft spread his butt open. He tried to relax, tried to stay calm as the wolf took him, but it was just too much. A strangled whine of pain escaped his muzzle despite Flint's best efforts to keep silent it. The wolf stopped pushing and in fact retreated a little, which made the pain dim somewhat. Flint panted, gasping for air as the wolf kissed him, holding himself just inside the hyena's entrance.
It was almost enough to make Flint cry. Not from the pain, that was fading away. It was replaced by a strange fullness he had never experienced. What made the hyena cry was the caring look in the wolf's eyes. The wolf looked right into Flint's eyes, a deep concern radiating out of the knight. No one had ever shown that kind of compassion for him before.
This was a big, strong male who was so in control of him. Aldain could do anything to him. He was taking him as a female, but instead of just fulfilling his urges the wolf was worried about hurting him. Flint pressed his muzzle against the knight's, and the wolf licked his face gently as the hyena's tail grew accustomed to being taken open by another male.
It did not take long for the pain leave completely. Flint signaled this to his wolf by pulling on the knight's hips with his legs, coaxing the wolf to thrust into him. The knight did just that, burying himself deep inside the hyena. Then the wolf pulled back, only to lunge forward again. The sudden thrust and sudden fullness made Flint cry out in pleasure. Aldain began mounting Flint with a slow, desperate passion that made the hyena's toes curl and his senses burn. It felt so good Flint couldn't think, couldn't move. He could only lie beneath the wolf and whimper in pleasure as he was fucked like a female. The hyena's paws clutched at the wolf's strong shoulders and his body shook under the pounding of the wolf's hips. Aldain held him in his arms and thrust deep inside him, taking him completely.
Flint panted as the wolf's body moved back and forth on top of him, shifting the small bed they lay in. He could feel the wolf's fur rubbing against his own erection as the knight filled the cub's tail and that made the hyena's body tingle. The hyena drew his legs up and locked his ankles behind the wolf's back; spreading his legs open wide so the wolf's body would rub more effectively against his shaft. The move had other consequences as well.
The hyena gasped as the knight's next thrust plowed much deeper into him then before. Aldain's cock slammed into something inside Flint, some spot that made the hyena's body ache with pleasure. He had no idea what that spot inside his butt was, but Flint moaned loudly about it as the wolf's cock began to batter the spot with each thrust. The knight growled in pleasure at the change of position made it easier to thrust all the way in, and began roughly mating the willing hyena. Flint panted, marveling at the way Aldain touched him. The knight was nipping at his throat and licking his face, his paw running back and forth through head fur. The wolf's muzzle rubbed against the side of Flint's face as the wolf held him tightly. Flint grinned and realized he could feel the knight's balls slapping against his upturned rump. The wolf was thrusting all the way to the hilt inside him. The thought that the knight was completely inside him made Flint bite his own lip in ecstasy.
Aldain's body began to shake as he fucked the hyena, his muscles tensing and his hips moving erratically. Flint could feel the knot at the base of Aldain's shaft beginning to form again, and he knew the wolf was coming close to climaxing again. The hyena shuddered with desire at the idea that this time the knight would be spilling his seed deep inside him. Flint moaned as Aldain pushed his knot against the entrance of his tail hole, the wolf's legs straining as Flint's newly deflowered passage resisted his knot. The wolf hunched his body forward and thrust hard, pushing past the tight ring of the hyena with a loud woofing sound. Flint bit the wolf's shoulder to muffle his pained yelp as the wolf tied him.
Flint looked up into the eyes of his lover as Aldain's body began to jerk forward in short, rapid thrusts that went no where. They just pulled at his insides, the wolf's thick knot trapped tight inside him while the head pressed hard against the spot inside Flint that made the hyena's body ache with pleasure. Flint stared up into the wolf's eyes as he humped him and he knew he was in love.
Aldain was beautiful beyond words. The wolf's muzzle was slightly open as he began to howl, using Flint's shoulder to muffle the sound. His eyes were closed tightly, and his ears were laid back flat on his head, a look of deep concentration twisting the knight's handsome face. His tail beat against the bed and Flint's feet, and the wolf's whole body shook as he pressed down into Flint. The hyena could feel the wolf's shaft as it throbbed inside him, pumping him full of another load of the knight's seed.
Flint trembled, his arms gently hugging the knight's shoulders and head as the wolf held him down. Flint could feel the wolf's trapped knot pulling at his tailhole, and he squeezed his tail hole down hard to keep it inside him. It was alrady where Flint knew it belonged, and he was not letting it escape him now. The hyena shivered, whimpering as his knight came inside him.
The hyena closed his eyes and pressed his face against the wolf's strong chest. Flint could not believe how wonderful this felt. He started to lick Aldain's face, grooming his face fur gently as the wolf panted. He belonged to this male now in every way possible. The hyena felt so safe lying beneath Aldain. It was a feeling of safety and belonging he had not felt since his parents had died. He was home.
Flint smiled as the wolf lifted up slowly, his chest heaving he was panting so hard. Aldain stared into his eyes, and for a moment they kissed tenderly, just their lips touching. There was no need to deepen the kiss; the wolf was already tied inside him. They were one body now.
Flint tensed as one of the wolf's paws slipped between them and wrapped around his shaft. The wolf's other arm held the back of Flint's head, their muzzles pressed together as he began to jerk the boy off. Flint only lasted a few strokes. The hyena's body tensed and he spasmed, his hips bucking and his tail hole burning as the wolf's knot pulled at his insides.
Having the wolf's hard cock inside him made the touch of Aldain's paw a hundred times better. Flint cried out in a halting, gasping way, his paws pressed against the wolf's chest as he came. The hyena's seed shot out of his dick in thick drops, the white cum coating his chest in small white spots to match the black spots of his fur. Flint shook, his mouth open as he came down from the strongest orgasm of his short life. Aldain lay back down on Flint, his cock keeping them together.
They lay like that for a long time. The wolf's eyes were closed, and he panted slowly. His paws gripped Flint's shoulders gently, and he crouched over the hyena in a tender, shielding sort of way. Aldain seemed to be holding him as best he could, panting heavily as he calmed down. Flint in turn curled up against the wolf, pressing his muzzle underneath the wolf's chin. He panted happily in the wolf's embrace, a huge smile on his face.
The wolf's knot stayed inside Flint for a much longer then he expected it would, and the hyena became very accustomed to the thick, full feeling it gave him. Flint could feel the wolf's shaft throbbing inside him for a long time, and he eventually realized that Aldain might still be cumming inside him. He had obviously spilled a much bigger load this time then before because Flint could feel it inside his tail. It was a squishy warm feeling in his guts, but Flint did not mind at all. In fact, he squeezed down on the knight's cock as hard he could, trying to keep Aldain hard for as long as he could. He did not want this blissful moment to end.
The wolf's shaft eventually grew soft and he slipped out, rolling off Flint's body and leaving the hyena panting for air. Aldain sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily as well. Flint closed his legs with a soft whimper. There was an empty feeling in his tail hole that had never been there before. His butt felt wrong without the wolf inside him. Flint had to think about squeezing himself shut in an effort to keep the wolf's seed from leaking all over the bed. He sat up after the feeling passed and he felt normal again, and he looked up at Aldain with a big dopey grin.
Aldain was staring off into the darkness. His ears were drooped, and his tail was still. The knight's head hung low, so that his muzzle almost touched his chest. Flint crept over to the wolf and rested his head on Aldain's strong, broad shoulder. The hyena snuggled up against the wolf's side and closed his eyes after pressing his head against the wolf's chest. Flint smiled, the fur on his face pulled slightly to one side by the warm fur of the wolf's shoulder, the strong muscle comforting him. In his rush to get close to the wolf again, Flint did not notice where the wolf was looking or that tears had filled the knight's eyes.
Aldain stared across the room at his necklace that lay on the dresser. The Prophet's Cross glimmered in the soft moon light, the emerald gem in the center seeming to mock him because it was the color of Flint's eyes. While Flint was filled with a happy joy by the act of sharing himself with the wolf, Aldain was drained by it. His heart ached, as his feelings for the boy warred with his faith and the shame he felt at committing such an awful sin. In the end, shame won as it always did.
"I'm sorry..." the wolf said after a while, turning his sad eyes to the boy's happy, smiling face.
"Huh?" Flint asked sleepily, opening his eyes to look up at the wolf. His muzzle was split by a happy, boyish grin that made Aldain heart flutter despite his sadness.
"I'm sorry. I should not have done this with you." He said quietly, his eyes looking away from the hyena's face. "I should not have tempted you to sin as I do."
"Huh? Why are you sorry? It felt so good..." Flint muttered, rubbing his head against Aldain's shoulder. The wolf blinked in surprise as the little hyena actually slid up into his lap. There was no hesitation, no reluctance in Flint's movements as he tucked himself into the arms of another man.
A slight smile crept across the wolf's face as he slipped his arms around the boy's waist. "You are such a sweet, innocent boy." The wolf whispered, his heart breaking. How could he have defiled such an innocent soul? The hyena smiled up at him with hooded eyes as Aldain petting his head fur gently. "I am so sorry I have hurt you." The wolf whispered.
"I told you," the hyena said happily, "I've past my nineteen winter. I'm a man now." Aldian chuckled just a little, shaking his head slightly. Flint did not comprehend what the wolf was saying, and Aldain could tell just by looking at him. To the hyena nothing they had done was wrong, and the wolf's apologies did not make any sense. He had no concept of how wrong what they had done was.
"You are the kindest man I've ever meet." Flint said before he kissed the wolf again slowly, his lips pressing tenderly against the knight's. "Besides, it didn't hurt, not really. Well just a bit at first, but that went away. It felt too good to hurt." Flint reached down and began to rub the knight's soft cock, hoping it would respond to his touch. A tremble ran down the wolf's spine, and Aldain sighed in pleasure as the young male's paw rubbed him and the hyena's muzzle pressed against his own.
"Will you... mate me again?" Flint asked hesitantly, his tail wagging a little at the thought as he pulled at the wolf's quickly growing erection.
Aldain cupped the boy's face in one paw again and stared into Flint's emerald green eyes. The boy was genuinely, utterly happy with this. There were no plots, no plans, and no games in the hyena's eyes. It was an innocent, simple desire. He wanted nothing more then to be touched again.
For another moment, those eyes made Adlain forgot his vows and oaths. He forgot the world outside, and saw only the excited young man who wanted to share his bed and his heart. Aldain laid Flint back on the bed and pressed close to the boy once more. "Yes, my little lover. I will." The knight whispered softly, his shaft sliding back inside Flint's still wet passage. Flint whimpered and moaned happily, squirming underneath the wolf as they mated again. The young hyena's legs wrapped around the wolf's waist again, and Aldain groaned into the tawny brown fur of Flint's neck as they began to mate again. Aldain took it slower this time, thrusting as deeply as he could into Flint and so it took much longer. Flint loved every moment of the mating, whimpering and moaning encouragements.
By the time his knot was fully formed, wolf was covered in sweat from head to toe and so was the hyena. With another howl and a tender mating bite Aldain hunched forward and tied the hyena a second time.
The knight held himself deep inside Flint, staring into his eyes as he came. Then he collapsed on top of the hyena, panting hard and unable or unwilling to move off him this time. Flint got comfortable underneath the wolf, shifting himself a little as the wolf began to fall asleep on top of him. The knight stared into his eyes, and just before those big brown eyes closed for good he whispered, "I love you." into the hyena's ear. Flint feel asleep happier then he had ever been in his nineteen years of life.