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Chapter 11

Kilyan moved carefully through the trees, his heart beating hard, his green eyes earnest. It was finally time. He was seventeen. And it was the mating season.

It was happening already, the distant growls, the squeals, the giggles, the shrieks: young males (and older males looking for more wives) were already pulling down the females as they fled, pulling them down into the bushes and fucking them, groping them, sucking them. It was the loudest Kilyan had ever heard the northern forest, this forest that was usually so still and silent.

Kilyan stood for a long moment, listening in mild shock and trying in silent desperation to catch Lea's fluffy scent. Lea was quite beautiful, after all, and Kilyan was secretly terrified that she would be approached by another before he reached her. He had expressed his anxieties to Keeno some nights before and hadn't been surprised when Keeno only laughed at him.

"Kilyan! Every guy in the village knows you want Lea! We know how pathetically desperate you are to claim her, and we'd have to be stupid to try and get in your way."

Kilyan was grateful when Keeno clapped an encouraging paw on his shoulder, but he had sensed a bitter note in Keeno's voice, a resentment that Kilyan knew stemmed from Keeno's brief but painfully deep desire for Lea. There was a time when Keeno had longed for Lea, lusted after her, admired her prettiness and the sweet spirit that looked out from her eyes. But out of love for Kilyan, Keeno had kept those feelings private, oblivious to the fact that Kilyan was dismally aware.

Present-day Kilyan caught a glimpse of Keeno out of the corner of his eye: his best friend was stealing off through the trees, his nostrils flaring to take in Zalia's scent, his eyes burning hunger. Kilyan moved after Keeno before he could steal away. Sniffing a tree for Zalia's hot scent, Keeno paused and looked over his shoulder at his friend. The moon shone bright upon the forest, reaching down through the treetops with slender fingers to touch Keeno's startled face. "What, Kil? You're not about to tell me you're a tail chaser, are you? Because this dick only stands for pussy."

Kilyan laughed and shook his head. "Shut up, Keeno, I'm being serious!"

Noticing the earnest in Kilyan's eyes, Keeno straightened up and looked at his friend searchingly. "Then what is it? You can't still be nervous about Lea - you told me you fucked her already back at the sun village!"

"It . . . you . . ." Kilyan stammered himself into silence. He wanted to show his gratitude, to thank Keeno for relinquishing his desire for Lea for his sake, but he didn't know how to say it, and instead, the following words spilled from his mouth:

"Meet me in the clearing after you've been with Zalia. You know the one."

Keeno watched Kilyan curiously. "Meet you in the clearing? What, you roundin' up females for us to gang bang?" It was a joke, but Keeno stood very still and alert.

"Just meet me," Kilyan repeated. "Oh -- and send Zalia home after you're with her."

Keeno busted out laughing. "Oh, come on, Kil! You know damn-well Zalia's not going to go home and miss her first mating season. She's gonna stay right here and make sure I don't claim some other female. She made me swear not to take a second wife." He rolled his eyes, a tan lock of mane falling into them.

"Keeno," Kilyan said, somewhere between exasperation and disgust, "I don't wanna see you fucking my little sister!"

Keeno laughed again. "I can ask her to leave, but she's not gonna, Kilyan. It's her mating season too, after all. Courtesy of the village council." He grinned, delighted by Kilyan's irritation.

"Fine. Whatever. I guess I'll have to go through my own fucking mating season with my eyes closed. Just meet me in the clearing." And with that, Kilyan marched away with Keeno's laughter ringing after him.

His first mating season ruined because of Zalia! Little Zalia. Bratty Zalia. Annoying Zalia. She was always following him and Keeno around, and now she had followed them right to their first mating season!

Still thinking darkly of his little sister, Kilyan allowed his feet to carry him to the place where he and Lea had agreed to meet. Most young females, if they were lucky enough, already had a young beau in mind and would agree to meet with him in some secret place - while other females who had no young male in particular were usually dragged down and fucked by any stranger who wanted to claim them as wife.

Kilyan stopped under a tree and let his eyes scan the darkness. This was the place. He smiled to think of it: he had fallen on Lea here. Exactly one year ago, he clumsily fell on top of Lea, lost control, and spilled his seed on her. Oh, how she had cried. But she had been aroused as well. And it was that day - that dismally embarrassing and yet deliciously enlightening day - that he and Lea had exchanged those wonderful words: I love you. Lea had not said the words, of course, but it had been there in her eyes. Those beautiful black eyes and their thick lashes.

Kilyan was still searching the trees when he heard a giggle and looked around. Lea's head was poking from a bush and she was smiling warmly at him. Beneath her long neck, he could see her bosom, so big and white and glowing in the moonlight. A red blush crept over her breasts when she realized he was looking at them.

"You're always looking at them," Lea said, her lashes fluttering as she finally stood. She covered her breasts and their great pink nipples and stood holding herself as she happily regarded Kilyan.

"No, stop covering them," Kilyan told her. He moved through the trees toward her, staggered over a root, and caught himself before he stumbled into Lea.

Lea's eyes squinted up and her breasts jiggled when she laughed at him. "Oh, Kilyan," she said happily, long lashes fluttering again. "Still so clumsy."

"Sorry," Kilyan returned awkwardly and rubbed the back of his years.

"No," Lea said softly. "It's cute. It shows how eager you are to be with me." She smiled again and her white cheeks flamed.

Kilyan suddenly felt very nervous. This was the first time he'd been alone with Lea since they slept together in the sun village. After the long and dismal chase when Eno kidnapped her, after comforting her when she wept and shouted for him to leave, Kilyan had finally known Lea in his arms, had finally asked her to be with him - now and forever. And after she said yes - oh, thank god that she had said yes - they had lay together for hours in the small bedroom, holding each other as the sunlight poured in, and for the first time in his young life, Kilyan was able to bury his nose in Lea's mane, kiss her lips, hug her close, and all without fear of a smack over the head.

On the journey back to the summer village, he and Lea had followed the traditions: they never spoke to each other unless they had to, they never touched each other again, and that was how it had been for an entire year since. For the two of them had agreed to wait until their first mating season. Somehow . . . the building anticipation made it . . . special.

And Lea was terrified of getting with Kilyan's pup, Kilyan reflected in amusement.

Still covering herself, Lea looked up at Kilyan as he drew closer, and she began to tremble. He cupped her face and kissed her warm on the mouth. She kissed him back timidly, but he was startled when she suddenly thrust her tongue in his mouth. She kissed him in a sudden frenzy and threw her arms around his neck. He moaned and his dick got hard against her belly. He pressed her to the tree and cupped one of those supple breasts, squeezing it as they kissed, caressing until it flushed red afresh and Lea whispered his name.

Lea was still trembling when Kilyan's paw slid down her flat belly to her pussy. Her eyes hooded and her lips parted in a sigh. He looked at her lips, then kissed her as he touched her. Her pussy lips had always been so bulging. Watching Lea bend over all those times in the village had always sent Kilyan to his own private hell of longing. And now he could touch those sweet smelling pussy lips, could touch them and lick them and suck them until Lea spurted, and there was no one to tell him he could not.

As if he had only just realized his freedom, Kilyan became so earnest in his touching that Lea began screaming softly. Her cries rose now against the black sky and its winking stars, a rival for the shrieks of ecstasy already echoing through the forest.

Kilyan's large fingers carefully massaged Lea's clit, and she melted against him, shivering beneath the kisses he buried in her neck.

"Oh . . . Lea."

Lea cried out and giggled when Kilyan suddenly pulled her to the ground with him. The bushes rocked to the fast rhythm of their lovemaking. Lea clung to Kilyan and wiggled beneath him, breathless and blushing and gasping, her tits riding with each deep thrust, her pussy so wet that he was getting deliciously deep. And, oh god, Kilyan was big. Bigger than she ever remembered. She didn't know how her little pussy was taking him in. She felt so tight that to have him inside her for the first time in a year made her pussy pinch with pain. But it felt so good too. So deliciously good.

"Am I hurting you, Lea?" Kilyan whispered earnestly. His brows pressed together. He was worried. And he looked so much like his father in that moment that Lea laughed.

"No, Kilyan," she lied and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. "Make love to me . . . my husband."

Kilyan smiled warmly at her. They weren't officially married, of course, but he felt in that moment that they might as well have been. "My wife," he whispered back. And leaning down close to Lea, he kissed her.

Lea's long pink nails sank in the tight muscles of Kilyan's back. Her pussy sucked at him, lengthening the longer he pleased her, until she suddenly pressed her breasts against him and cried out as she came. Kilyan dropped his head to lick Lea's flapping breasts, and when she sagged happily under him, he came after her with a stifled cry.

They lay together in the underbrush, holding each other as, in other places all over the forest, young wolves made love. Kilyan buried his face in Lea's mane and happily drank in her scent, but he groaned when he suddenly thought of Zalia. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to go to the clearing . . . but he knew that whether Zalia was there or not, he would have to: he had already told Keeno to meet him there.

"What's the matter, Kilyan?" Lea whispered in the dark.

He looked down at her and his heart leapt happily. She was playing in his mane, and she looked so happy and content, so doting when she looked at him. She would be looking at him that way for the rest of their lives! Kilyan suddenly slurped Lea's cheek, and she giggled, her breasts jiggling against him.

"I don't like that Zalia's here, for one," Kilyan answered darkly. "My little sister at my mating season - ugh."

Lea laughed. "Kilyan, it's not like you have to fuck her!"

Kilyan laughed too, amazed that a dirty word had just come from Lea's mouth: Lea never cursed.

"You're an only child, you don't know what's it like to have a kid sister following you around all the time, and then when you finally think you've shaken her off --!" Kilyan glared at the distant trees. "I don't wanna see her getting gang banged and sucking Keeno's dick." He made a face and Lea laughed again.

"But something else is on your mind," she said shrewdly. "What is it, Kilyan?"

Kilyan rolled over on his back and sighed. Lea cuddled against him, her head on his shoulder. He smiled when she pushed her slender fingers through his chest fur.

"Kilyan . . . what is it?" she repeated. "You'd better get used to telling me things: I'm going to be your wife." She looked at him steadily, and he looked back at her with the same worry.

"Lea . . ."

They both sat up and Kilyan looked at her anxiously.

"I won't blame you if you slap me and never speak to me again for not telling you this before . . . I never had a chance and - and I didn't know how . . ."

Lea waited, growing very still as it dawned on her. Kilyan had tried to corner her before so he could tell her this news, but some adult always interrupted them, and then they always went back to ignoring each other until their first mating season. Damn the mating season, Lea thought. The one thing that was supposed to bring them together had kept them from talking for a year!

"I'm listening," was Lea's only answer. She folded her arms under her bosom, and Kilyan gulped and rubbed the back of his ears: he would be very surprised if Lea didn't slap him silly once he finished speaking.

"Remember when I left the village with my dad? It was right before . . ." You were kidnapped. Kilyan said the rest of the words in his head, and his chest burned with a dull anger to even think of Eno, however briefly. He and Lea had made it a point never to mention Eno again, and he regretted having done so when Lea blinked furiously, as if to hold back tears. But she didn't cry. She kept staring at Kilyan, arms folded.

"I met a girl . . . over in the winter village . . ." Kilyan waited and felt terrible when Lea's throat tightened.

"A girl?" she said as if it was nothing, but Kilyan could tell by her tense shoulders that she was hurt. "So you're taking a second wife." She shrugged, once again pretending it didn't bother her, but Kilyan had known Lea all her life and knew when she was upset, no matter how she tried to hide it.

He took her paw and kissed it. "Lea, you know I love you," he whispered in her ear. He pulled her into his arms, holding her from behind. "I love you so much sometimes . . . it scares me. If you ever left me or stopped loving me . . ."

Lea relaxed. He wasn't lying: his arms were shaking around her. He thought she was going to slap him, to say she didn't want him, that she would find another male if he was so happy with this other female. He was terrified of losing her. And as she sat in Kilyan's arms with the warmth of his hard body against her, she realized how foolish she was being: most young males took two, sometimes three young females for mates at their first mating season - and without even telling their first wife. Most males did whatever they wanted and to hell with what their first wife wanted. But Kilyan loved Lea enough to be honest with her, and as his arms tightened in a silent plea around her, she realized that he would not claim this other female if she willed it - one word from her and he would forget that other female existed.

"Kilyan, it's okay," Lea said and turned to smile into Kilyan's eyes. "You taking a second wife wouldn't be the end of the world. It'd be nice to have some help around the house." She smiled and was glad when he slumped in relief. But he pulled her tightly to his chest and held her again, burying his face in her long neck.

"I love you, Lea," Kilyan whispered after a pause. "So much."

Lea felt her heart fluttering, and when Kilyan pulled back to smile into her eyes, she never thought she would love him as much as she did in that moment. "So that's who taught you how to please a female," she teased. "This nameless beauty in the winter village gave you a technique no virgin could have."

Kilyan blushed at Lea's teasing, but it was true. Ohana had taught him many things and more as he lay in her bed those quiet nights, his bruised and battered body never too battered for her.

"Lea," he whispered in the darkness, "something happened when my father and I . . . I never told you about it . . ."

Lea grew still and alert. She turned to study Kilyan and was anxious to see him so miserable and glaring.

"Dad and I were attacked. We were both beaten up pretty bad. I got kicked so bad I fractured things." He closed his eyes. "I was beaten and choked for hours while my father watched, tied up and unable to stop it. And . . . I was raped."

Lea gasped.

"Ohana's father rescued us - that's her name. Ohana." He smiled to say the name and a sort of dreaminess clouded his eyes.

Lea laughed at Kilyan's expression. "She really must be something," she teased.

Kilyan laughed too. "Yeah. You're going to love her. I wouldn't bring her home if I didn't think you would." He smiled at Lea again, and she was suddenly grateful as she realized just how often Kilyan put her feelings first: there was many a male who would take a second wife regardless of whether or not the two would get along.

"Lea . . ." Holding her tight from behind, Kilyan looked over Lea's shoulder and his brows went up in surprise. Her pussy lips were swollen again. She went very still when he reached down and carefully spread the lips with two fingers. He sighed. Her clit was hard.

"Oh, Kilyan . . . stop looking . . . it's embarrassing," Lea whispered, mortified.

"What's embarrassing?" he whispered, exploring her. "That you want me too? Nothing could be more wonderful." He lifted his fingers, and Lea blushed to see her own juices on them. She blushed even brighter when he sucked his fingers clean.

"Hmm," Kilyan whispered, "tastes as sweet as it smells." His paw went to her narrow waist and smoothed along her hip, but his eyes were on her sex and the pink, bulging lips. "I wanted to . . . you know . . . lick you there . . . but I wanted to get in you so bad, I didn't stop to think . . . I was going to lick you first and get you all wet before . . ." Kilyan stammered himself into an awkward silence.

Lea's black eyes grew round. "You wanted -- that?"

"Did you ever want to . . .?" Kilyan asked shyly. "I mean, sometimes I would think of it, you doing that to me . . . You have such pretty lips, Lea. So soft. They'd feel great on me." He touched her mouth as he spoke.

Lea's face colored up as she realized what Kilyan was talking about. She had never sucked a dick. Never. She was suddenly grateful that Eno had never forced her to, but it was probably only because he knew she'd bite his dick off . . .

"I mean," Kilyan cleared his throat, looking boyish and uncomfortable, "I'd never ask unless I thought you wanted to - I - I mean - Lea!"

Kilyan cried out when Lea shoved him on his back. She knelt between his thighs and gave his dick a hard lick that made him sputter. He had been hard since he started fingering Lea, but he became even harder when she looked up at him lovingly as she licked him. He touched the back of his paw to her cheek. She looked perfect kneeling in front of him, the flesh around her collarbone flexing, her big breasts swinging down and jiggling with her slightest movement.

"You like that, baby?" Lea whispered after licking Kilyan's balls.

Kilyan watched her with hungry green eyes, waiting breathlessly for the moment when her hot little mouth would close on him. He closed his eyes as her tongue bathed him. Ohana had done this to him once, but Ohana had been ravenous and wild - Lea's licks were careful, flicking, teasing. She gave the head of his dick a light flick that made him tense, then it happened: her mouth closed over him sudden and swift. She took him deep in her throat and he grunted and sighed as her spit gushed over him. Her mouth was clumsy and awkward but delicious nonetheless, and it wasn't long before Kilyan erupted. He tried to protest, but Lea insisted on swallowing, and he watched her throat flex as she drank his seed.

"God, Lea," Kilyan whispered when Lea was kneeling breathless before him, "that was . . . . ." Kilyan's chest was heaving. He knelt heavily in front of Lea, then taking her by surprise, he nudged her onto her back. Lea giggled as Kilyan's kisses traveled over breasts, down her flat belly, to her thighs. He kissed and licked her thighs, loving when she clenched them together on reflex. He laughed: Lea's right thigh had always been so damn ticklish. He pried her shapely little thighs apart, then closed his mouth on her sex.

Kilyan knew exactly what to do. Ohana had taught him and taught him well. Lea responded wetly to every suck, slurp, and lick, until she came against his lips and sagged in the grass, deliriously happy. Kilyan crawled up on top of her, and after fingering her a moment, he slid inside and made love to her a second time. This time, it was gentle and slow -- not the eager horniness of teenagers deprived - and their bodies moved slowly together as they held each other, as they gazed into each other's eyes, and as they whispered . . . of love.