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Chapter 7

Zalia did not like Fielle much. In fact, she hated her. In fact, everyone knew it. She and Fielle had been at each other's throats since before they could talk. They both knew it was because of Lea: both girls wanted to be Lea's best friend and so they both competed for her attention. Zalia won. Multiple times. Fielle resented her for the fact.

They were in the grazing fields, the three girls. Zalia, Lea, and Fielle sat in a circle in the grass. It was a beautiful spring day, bright and blue, and yellow butterflies drifted over the rolling green hills of the pastures. In the distance, Zalia could see her mother with her sheep. She could also see Lea's mother Kira with her goats and Keeno's mother Hye with her own sheep. Zalia saw the distant white silhouette of short Kira come face to face with Aliona and Hye. The three females were talking, sometimes glancing in the direction of the girls. Behind them, a tall figure came their way from the direction of the village. A male.

All over the grazing fields, other females tended their herds. Fielle's family had cows. Zalia smirked: how fitting.

". . . don't know why you insist on hanging around with children, Lea," Fielle was saying as Zalia glowered at her. Fielle sat up haughty and straight, her perky breasts jutting, her chin lifted. "This summer we shall become wives, and precious little Zalia will still be clinging to her mother's tail." She waved an idle paw at Zalia. "Run along, dear. Lea and I have grownup things to talk about."

Zalia's lip curled prettily. "All you want to talk about is how many guys you've screwed. Lea has only been with Kilyan, and you . . ." Zalia halted angrily and bit her lip.

Fielle smiled nastily. "I have been with Keeno."

Zalia folded her arms and looked away, ignoring it when Lea placed a gentle paw on her shoulder. She shrugged off Lea's touch and bit her lip, trying not to show her hurt and anger. Keeno had been with many females around the village. It wasn't a secret. Fielle was just one in dozens.

Zalia had to wonder how many of Keeno's lovers would try to get his attention at his mating season this summer. Zalia was now fifteen, but Kilyan, Keeno, and Lea were seventeen years old. Their first mating season was only weeks away. The three of them had been able to talk of little else - much to Zalia's irritation.

Lea was a pretty white wolf with her father's black stripes curving to the shape of her buttocks. She had a small waist, a generous bosom with pink nipples, and was famed around the village for the large pink pussy lips that bulged between her thighs each time she leaned over. After having been rescued by their fathers from Eno, she had slept with Kilyan in the sun village, and upon returning home, had told Zalia all about it. Not that Zalia wanted to hear about Lea's sex with her brother (gross), but she was happy for Lea. Her best friend was grinning and glowing when she returned. Zalia knew exactly how she felt: after making love with Keeno that first time, she had not been able to stop smiling.

Now that Zalia was fifteen, she was slender and beautiful, with a long curly black mane that fell to the small of her dimpled back. Her nipples and sex were dark, her waist and feet were tiny, and her eyes were slanted now not only with mischief but with the warm glow of a young female who knows what it's like to have a male inside.

Fielle was pale gray with a short curly mane and haughty brown eyes. She was cute, Zalia would give her that. But Zalia knew she was far cuter . . .

"Zalia," Lea said, her dark eyes warm with mischief, "you and Keeno . . . are in love, aren't you?"

Zalia smirked when Fielle stiffened. She looked at Lea gratefully and jerked her chin. "Very in love! He has promised to claim me at my first mating season. I shall be his wife."

Fielle was sullen, but she rolled her eyes, determined not to look as if she cared. "But he still has to claim a female at his first mating season, no matter that you wait for him," she said, smiling triumphantly at Zalia, "and that means he will have to claim his first wife." She looked at her long pink nails nonchalantly. "Perhaps it will be me."

Zalia's throat tightened. She saw Lea shake her head at her, warning her not to take the bait. But Zalia was hotheaded: she took it.

"Do you really think," Zalia began scathingly, "that just because Keeno touched your loose, sloppy pussy once that he suddenly wants to marry it!"

Fielle's mouth fell open indignantly.

"Yes, that's your reaction to everything," Zalia mocked. "Open your mouth. No wonder Keeno found it so easy to put his dick in --"

Fielle lunged. Lea screamed as she was knocked aside. Her white mane tumbled in her face as her shoulder hit the dirt. She dragged herself up and gasped to see Fielle on top of Zalia, scratching at her face. Things did not stay in Fielle's favor long, though. Zalia gave her a vicious backslap and in seconds, was on top of her.

Lea's eyes grew round. "Zalia - Fielle, stop!" She was about to scramble up but froze: Aliona, Kira, and Hye were running toward them . . . and Keeno's father was with them!

"What in god's name - stop it! Stop it!" Aliona snarled. She grabbed Zalia by the arms and pried her off Fielle. Zalia was hurled to her feet. Her blue eyes were blazing and remained fixed on Fielle, who Hye had helped up.

"You bitch!" Fielle growled. Blood was trailing down her cheek where Zalia's nails had scratched. Her perky breasts heaved as Hye held tight to her arms.

"Slut!" Zalia shouted back.

Fielle glared at her through tendrils of curly mane.

"Alright, that's enough," Aliona said sharply. She looked at Lea, who had gotten to her feet and was dusting her white fur off. "What is going on here, Lea?"

Lea went still as the adults looked at her. Aliona, Kira, Hye, and Yzlo were all waiting for an explanation. Yzlo's dark eyes watched Lea intensely, and she thought he looked very angry. She couldn't tell. Keeno's father always looked angry . . .

"Lea," Kira said breathlessly, "answer her."

Hye watched Lea as intently as her husband. She was still holding Fielle, and licks of pale mane clung to her brown eyes after the struggle. Zalia and Fielle, meanwhile, were still glaring at each other.

Lea rubbed her arm, ducking her head under the stares of the adults. "It was just an argument . . ."

"About what," Yzlo said quietly. His voice was devoid of command, but his dark eyes commanded.

Lea opened her mouth but hesitated. Zalia was looking at her, silently pleading. Lea bit her lip, suddenly feeling cornered. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't.

Seeing her daughter's predicament, Kira came forward and took Lea's shoulders. "You don't have to answer, honey. Just come with me and look after the herd."

Hye released Fielle, though she still watched Lea curiously. "Fielle, you will return at once to your mother. And make sure you tell the truth about the scratches you received today."

"Yes, ma'am . . ." Fielle muttered. She glared at Zalia a last time, then turned with a swish of her tail and stomped off through the grass.

"Wait," Yzlo said, frowning when Kira tried to steer Lea past him. "I want to know --"

"I don't care what you want to know," Kira snapped. "My daughter will have no part in this! Come on, Lea!" So saying, Kira marched Lea away.

Aliona, Hye, and Yzlo then turned to Zalia, who lowered her lashes under their stares.

"Zalia," Aliona said, "you have two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on."

"You give her two?" Yzlo said, cocking an eyebrow. "Keeno only gets one."

Aliona ignored Yzlo, looking steadily at her daughter. "Zalia."

Zalia didn't raise her head. She clenched her fists and her breasts heaved. "The fight was about Keeno, alright?" she said sullenly.

Aliona lifted her brows, as if she had guessed as much. Zalia didn't see the look she exchanged with Hye and Yzlo. "What about Keeno? Fielle wants him to claim her this summer. Is that it?"

Yzlo opened his mouth - probably to demand an answer - and Hye held up her paw. Yzlo shut his mouth, looking tense and impatient.

Zalia stared at her toes. She didn't want to get Keeno in trouble, but everyone knew what he used to do anyway. And getting Fielle in trouble with her parents . . . she couldn't resist. She lifted her eyes and met Yzlo's gaze, "Keeno had sex with Fielle."

Yzlo's face twisted. "He what!"

---

"He what!" Kel shouted.

Aliona clasped her paws anxiously. "Now, Kel . . . try to . . . calm down."

Kel spun around and looked at Aliona incredulously. "Calm down?" he repeated. "You want me to calm down? Aliona! Our daughter is having sex! Sex!"

Aliona winced, as if she couldn't stand to hear the word. She held up her paws. "I said I suspect. I_suspect_, Kel." She turned away, looking out the window. "Zalia got in a fight with a girl today. The fight was about Keeno. She has also been bathing a great deal. When I'm out in the fields, she comes back from the woods with damp fur, and I know she's been at the spring."

Kel's chest heaved.

They were at home in the front room of the hut. Kel had decided to come home for lunch. Seventeen-year-old Kilyan was at lunch with the other boys who trained with him, and Zalia was taking lunch with Lea at her grandmother Xela's house. After the fight with Fielle, Zalia had been restricted to her grandmother's watch each and every day. It wasn't surprising that Lea chose to stay at Zalia's side rather than with her mother in the fields.

Kel paced back and forth, clenching and unclenching his paws. "And you had a talk with Zalia about - everything - right? She knows what can happen - she knows --"

"Yes."

Kel's face darkened. "_Keeno_knows. He knows better than this! I should . . . I should --!"

"Kel!" Aliona whipped around, her long gray mane tossing. Clutching her dark blue shawl tight to her breasts, she marched at Kel, pointing a finger at him. "You will not - I repeat: you will not confront Keeno about this! You will let Yzlo and Hye deal with their son! Are we clear?"

Kel swallowed hard, and Aliona tried not to laugh at him. He was so worked up, his muscles were tense. She rubbed his chest with her small paws and he melted, dropping his forehead against hers. Aliona closed her eyes and could hear his shuddering breaths. She slipped her arms around him and held him. After a pause, he closed her tight in his strong embrace.

"Oh, Kel," Aliona whispered, "I know it's hard for you to imagine your little girl has grown up --"

"What hurts the most is that she could not come to us! I'm her father! She didn't come to me with these fears and --"

"Kel!" laughed Aliona, pulling back to look at her husband. "Do you know how foolish you sound? Zalia is a teenage girl. We're the last ones she'll come to!"

Kel smiled, but Aliona could see his green eyes were still strained. "When did it happen?" he wondered. "When did our children grow up? Seems like just yesterday she was on my knee."

"You mean over your knees," smiled Aliona, "getting a spanking for talking back or disobeying."

Kel laughed, but he closed his eyes and dropped his forehead against Aliona's again. "I'd give anything," he said softly, "to have that little girl back."

"I know, honey. I have to admit I'm terrified of Kilyan finally leaving us. In only a few weeks he'll move into his new home. He'll be an adult. On his own. He won't need me anymore. . ." she said sadly.

Kel smiled and lifted Aliona's chin. "Kilyan will always need his mother's love, my Aliona."

They smiled into each other's eyes.

Kel cleared his throat. "Now . . ." Aliona giggled when he swept her into his arms. "Let's not let my lunch break go to waste. I'm starving."

Aliona giggled harder as her husband carried her up the hall. Kel swept into the bedroom they had shared for seventeen years, kissing and whispering and nuzzling with Aliona as he carried her. He set her on the edge of the bed, and she knew why before he even knelt between her legs. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, waiting. She smiled and slowly flicked her shawl open. It fell around her slender arms, revealing the large high breasts Kel had been sucking and groping for years now.

"Oh, Aliona . . ." Kel whispered and buried his face in her breasts. "I remember when we were younger . . . I would stare and stare at your tits . . ."

"You did?" she whispered breathlessly.

"You'd be carrying something around the village," he whispered back, massaging her big tit until his fingers sank in its softness. "They were so high and sharp. After you had Zalia . . . they got so _big._Mmm. . . ."

Aliona cradled his head as he suckled her, and she could feel her arousal coming. The moisture slid hot between her thighs. Kel's large fingers slipped between her pussy lips and he moaned around her nipple in appreciation. When he took his fingers away, they were webbed in her arousal. Aliona watched, breathless and blushing, as Kel licked his fingers.

"Mm . . . Aliona, spread your thighs wider . . ."

Aliona obeyed, closing her eyes as Kel's kisses traveled down her breasts and belly to her sex. Her lashes fluttered when his tongue tasted her. Her head fell back.

"Oh . . . oh, Kel . . ."

"Mmm . . ."

"Oh . . . yes! Yes! Oh - don't suck - too intense --!"

Kel suddenly stopped. He always knew when to stop. His kisses traveled higher, and Aliona, breathless and with breasts heaving, allowed her husband to gently lay her down as his kisses found her neck. The hard muscles of his body consumed her as they embraced. He smiled into her eyes, and then, he was filling her.

They rocked together, slow at first and then fast. Aliona moaned for it harder, deeper. Kel obliged. Eventually, he rocked her so hard, her legs were kicking around him, her breasts were flapping.

Aliona clung to her husband's neck and kissed his cheek. "Don't . . . come . . . inside!"

"I want to . . . feel you coming with me . . ."

"But I don't want to feel pregnant!"

Kel laughed softly. His mouth closed on hers in a kiss, but he suddenly grimaced and pulled out. Aliona choked as she came as well, wishing somewhat miserably that she had allowed Kel to come inside. She missed those warm nights when his hot seed would rush to fill her, then they would fall asleep . . . with Kel's cock still inside her.

"Oh, Aliona," Kel whispered, showering her with lazy kisses, "I miss coming inside so much . . ."

"I know, Kel . . ."

"Just once . . .?"

"No," laughed Aliona.

Kel smiled at her. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

They climbed under the sheets together and cuddled close. Kel wrapped Aliona in his arm, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She snuggled close to her husband and closed her eyes happily as he lovingly stroked her mane.

"I wanted to go longer," Kel complained.

"Oh, Kel," Aliona scolded, laughter in her voice.

"But I wanted to. I have to go back soon. Loryn is still with the kids. He's going to want his lunch break . . ." Kel sighed. "I don't want to go back. I don't want to be anywhere but here."

They smiled at each other.

"But you have to go back," Aliona told him. "I penned the sheep early for you. Should I pen them early tomorrow?"

"Yesssss," Kel moaned. He pulled her close, groping her and kissing her neck as she giggled. "Mm, keep laughing. I love when they jiggle." He grabbed her wobbling tit and squeezed.

"Kel!"

"Grrr . . ."

Aliona laughed harder. "Kel, you have to . . . you have to go," she said, breathless with giggles. She placed a firm paw on her husband's chest, pushing him back.

Kel sighed. "Alright, alright . . . Loryn's going to want his hour with Kira . . ." He climbed up from the bed and went to the basin on the corner table.

Aliona sat up, clutching the sheets to her naked breasts as she watched her husband bathing his cock clean. "And remember," she said, pushing her mane back from her face, "do not, not, _not_approach Keeno about Zalia. Let Yzlo and Hye deal with him. Kel?"

"Yes, yes," Kel said irritably, his ears flattening. "I promise."

"Thank you."

Glowering as he thought of Keeno, Kel dipped his fingers in the water. He started to wipe Aliona's moisture from his lips but decided he wanted her taste and smell there. He licked his lips . . . then his heart skipped an angry beat as he wondered how many times Keeno had kept the taste of his daughter.