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Chapter 14

Yaholo set his white staff against the wall and wearily shook his head as he listened to Enya and Yuri moaning on the other side. He and Kuza were in the small guestroom - the only guestroom - in Yuri and Enya's modest home. Keeno and Zalia, Yzlo and Hye - as well as Hris - had insisted on sleeping in the front room. All of them had brought bedrolls and furs, which they spread beside the fire and went to sleep. Yaholo couldn't understand why everyone was so eager to sleep in the front room - until he heard the noises.

Kuza sat on the bed, looking a little red in the face. "They're really going at it," he said with a nervous laugh.

"I heard them whisper something about a strap-on." Yaholo's ears pricked forward and he looked at Kuza, confused. "What's a strap-on? Is it a sun wolf custom?" He couldn't understand it when Kuza's eyes warmed with suppressed laughter.

"What is it?" Yaholo insisted. He came to the bed and sat beside Kuza.

Kuza at once became nervous and shy. He fiddled with his fingers and lowered his pale lashes. Yaholo looked at him with soft eyes and thought he was beautiful. He'd never been near a male with such . . . an enticing scent.

"How old are you?" Yaholo whispered, pushing Kuza's mane back from his shoulder. "You never told me."

Kuza smiled nervously and his lashes fluttered as Yaholo drew nearer. Their soft, slender bodies brushed. Yaholo liked the fact that Kuza hadn't a hint of muscle on his frame. He was slender and soft . . . and sweet smelling. And so small. Since the moment he saw him, Yaholo had thought of nothing else but folding Kuza up in his arms. He was quite tall and had inherited the trait from his mother, Fedesda.

"I'm fifteen," Kuza whispered. He shivered a little when Yaholo kissed his neck. "Oh . . . oh, Yaholo!" he cried, blushing furiously when Yaholo's paw closed on his cock. He shook his head frantically. "I w-want to, but I'm not ready!"

Seeing the wide-eyed fright on Kuza's face, Yaholo smiled and removed his paw. He licked his lips and looked at Kuza's dick: the younger male had stiffened the tiniest bit. Kuza was embarrassed by the fact and covered himself with both paws.

Yaholo gently kissed Kuza's cheek and saw him smile. "Then let's go to sleep."

Kuza nodded.

They stretched out on the narrow bed together, lying side by side and staring at the ceiling. Yaholo knew neither of them would go to sleep, though. He was pulsing with arousal and excitement - excitement because he had never felt this way before! He looked at Kuza and knew he felt the same. When they looked at each other back on the docks . . . it was like lightning.

"So . . . you've really never been away from your tribe?" Kuza said into the silence.

On the other side of the wall, Yuri whispered breathlessly, "Oh, yes, Enya - fuck me! Fuck me!"

Yaholo flattened his ears in his wild curly mane, drowning out the muted sounds of lovemaking. "No," he answered. "But my tribe is nomadic, Kuza. We follow the river. So I have been a few places."

Kuza's ears pricked forward curiously. He looked at Yaholo with wide, admiring eyes, and Yaholo knew he was trying to imagine what sort of life the river wolves led. Given Kuza's open-mouthed awe, he probably thought Yaholo led a peaceful and content life out in the beauty of nature, traveling where he pleased and living as he pleased. And that much was true. But life in the wild was also very dangerous. More often than not, a sorcerer had to protect his clan from bears, mountain cats, slavers, and lone wolves - as well as hostile tribes that did not take kindly to the river wolves passing too near.

The arrow wolves in particular were very jealous of their forests. Yaholo once asked his father - who was of arrow wolf descent - why this was so. Hris had not grown up among the arrow wolves, so he could not say for certain. He only knew that his native tribe prided themselves as master hunters, and in order to stay master hunters, they could not allow competition for their game.

"Where have you been?" Kuza whispered. He took Yaholo's paw and squeezed.

Yaholo glanced at him fondly. "Haven't you been anywhere?"

Kuza's ears flattened sheepishly, and Yaholo knew he was ashamed of his lack of life experience. Yaholo smirked: he was only fifteen! What did he expect to have done by fifteen? What did he expect to know? It wasn't as if Yaholo himself knew much of the world.

Yaholo had never even cared to know - not until his father returned from the summer village and couldn't stop talking about his family there. Hris had always talked about the summer village before, but now he came home smelling of it, carrying wrapped dishes of delicious food, bearing gifts for Yaholo, his mother Fedesda, and his uncle Cohoma.

Hris gave his son a smooth blue rock that was warm to the touch. He said he bought it at the summer village's small market because the color reminded him of Yaholo's blue fur. Yaholo wore the stone in a pouch around his throat even now. And after his father had given it to him, he'd been able to think of little else but the outside world.

Before Hris went on his visit, Yaholo hadn't cared at all. The outside world could have gone to hell. But he looked at Kuza . . . and was suddenly very glad he cared.

"I haven't been sailing for very long," Kuza admitted. "My parents died when I was little, and my cousin Wakiza took me in." He scowled. "But only because he needed someone to inherit the family business! He has no children and can't stand me."

Yaholo frowned. "His wife was kind to you, I hope."

Kuza snorted. "That cow? I'm glad to be rid of them. Having Yuri tie me up was the best thing that ever happened to me!"

Yaholo laughed. "But won't they come looking for you?"

Kuza turned his face away and stared out the window. "I'm not important," he said in a small voice.

Yaholo watched him sympathetically. The first time they kissed, Kuza had tasted like ale. Now Yaholo understood why. He cupped Kuza's face and made him look at him - then kissed him softly. Kuza trembled and moaned, yielding as Yaholo pulled him close in his arms. But he was so shy. Yaholo smiled when Kuza - as if he'd caught himself - pulled away and shook his head sheepishly. He was always pushing away Yaholo's advances - after having accepted them for some brief moment of time. It was a bit frustrating. Yaholo felt the blood rushing to his groin and wanted Kuza to touch him. He wrapped his arm around Kuza instead, and they lay in bed together, trying not to listen as Enya and Yuri gently rocked their bed on the other side of the wall.

"Oh . . . oh, Enya! So big . . ."

"Mm . . . baby . . . you look so good on me . . ."

"What places have you been?" Kuza whispered, rubbing a hesitant paw over Yaholo's smooth chest.

Yaholo smiled, and taking Kuza's paw, he guided it to rub his pectorals. "Touch me if you want to, Kuza," he whispered. Kuza's lashes fluttered, but he smiled and rubbed Yaholo's chest more confidently.

"The river flows through the jungle and through the White Forest," Yaholo answered.

Kuza's ears pricked forward. "Then you have been to dangerous places!"

"Yes," Yaholo answered quietly. "It also cuts through arrow wolf territory . . . and the red wolves of the Seat, whose magic is far more powerful than ours. Luckily, the red wolves are not hostile and have even tutored my mother from time to time. I will go there one day to study. My magic must be strong to protect the tribe." He frowned dutifully, not noticing when Kuza looked at him with large admiring eyes.

"What was the jungle like?" Kuza whispered. "My cousin was supposed to go back there, whenever he found the runaway slave. A pygmy there approached him with a jewel the size of a grapefruit! Or so Wakiza said. He swore he was going back. I was supposed to go with him."

Yaholo shook his head. "Wakiza would be a fool to go there now. There was smoke last year. And fire. Something happened. Something bad."

Kuza looked at Yaholo anxiously. "What do you mean?"

"Your cousin would just do well to stay away," Yaholo repeated. He squeezed Kuza in his arm. "At least you won't be forced to go now. You're safe. With me."

Kuza smiled and nuzzled his cheek in Yaholo's chest. "And . . . are there really shemales in the jungle? Wakiza said the sun wolves stay away because of some old legend --"

"There are," Yaholo confirmed. "You see that little girl at supper? With the braids? She is shemale, at least in part. Didn't you see her snap her fork? She did it on accident. She thought no one saw, but I did."

Kuza's eyes grew round. "A shemale! Right here in the sun village and no one knows!"

"No one knows," Yaholo confirmed. "And it is good no one knows. The sun wolves and the shemales . . . I heard shemales say terrible things about them."

"You've met shemales? Wow!"

Yaholo laughed. "Once a few came to my mother, seeking permission to trade. They like our ponchos and cloaks, the ones we wear during the rainy season. I think they wanted to use them for pillow cases or something."

Kuza laughed.

"But we didn't complain. We traded the ponchos for large jewels . . ." Yaholo's voice trailed off, as if he had realized something.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Yaholo said, kissing Kuza's head. Kuza didn't see it when he stared grimly at the ceiling: why did the pygmies have the shemales' jewels? He pushed the sinister thought away. "And there are others living in the jungle," he went on quietly. "Nomads like my tribe, who roam the jungle aimlessly."

"But why would they want to roam the jungle!" Kuza cried, amazed. "Wakiza said it's dangerous. He hates going there just to trade and complains all the time about the heat and jaguars and giant snakes!"

"And he was trading with pygmies?" Yaholo said darkly.

"Yes." Kuza glanced up to hear the grim tone in his voice. "What is it?" he whispered, rubbing Yaholo's chest again.

Yaholo smiled for his benefit. He caught his paw and kissed it. "It's nothing. I was just thinking of the jungle . . . You can survive it; you've just got to know how. Once we met this mother and her pup, living alone out in the forest --"

"Alone?" Kuza cried incredulously.

"Yes. Pygmies are quick and intelligent. They know how to survive the jungle even better than the shemales. And this mother and child - they were . . . extraordinary."

"How so?" Kuza whispered.

"My mother was leading the tribe through the jungle forests . . . and this little female pygmy comes dropping down from a tree in front of us. She's got a pup wrapped in a pup carrier on her chest . . . and he's feeding from her breasts."

Kuza's lashes fluttered.

"She was wild," went on Yaholo, "covered in mud and red green clay to camouflage herself in the trees. She had a crude bow and quiver on her back and a little spear with skulls tied to it."

"Whoa."

"You can imagine we all froze in horror. We didn't know if she was going to attack us or what. Sometimes wild nomadic wolves will attack other clans when they get desperate. Sea wolves have been known to prey on my tribe where the river opens its mouth into the sea," Yaholo added darkly. "But Mother is a fierce sorceress. My uncle Cohoma is a decent sorcerer, but is nothing compared to Mother. When she lifted her chin and stepped forward, we knew we were safe."

"Safe," snorted Kuza. "I don't care how powerful your mother is, Yaholo. No one is safe in the jungle, I tell you! The stories Wakiza told me . . ."

"But it's true," Yaholo insisted. "We were safe with my mother there. Over the years, she spent a lot of time learning from the Sorceress of the Seat. She has become very powerful. Uncle Cohoma told me her powers could hardly light the fire before. Their father was our tribe's last sorcerer and died before he could pass the knowledge along."

"Ah," Kuza whispered sympathetically. "But how can a sorcerer die so young? They can heal themselves of diseases . . . I heard they were even immune."

Yaholo laughed flatly. "That's a lie. Anyway . . . the river sometimes takes one of our own. As a sacrifice. My grandfather was taken by the river."

Kuza trembled a little but was too frightened to ask. "So . . . what happened with that pygmy? And were you afraid?"

Yaholo smiled. "Afraid? This happened only last year. I was no little pup but as I am now." He glanced at Kuza with a smug light in his eyes, knowing full and well that he was handsome and Kuza was getting a little hard from their cuddling. He tightened his arm around Kuza and drew him closer, blew gently in his ear.

Kuza trembled again, this time from arousal. "Y-You were telling me . . ."

Yaholo smiled and looked at the ceiling again. "She jumped down from a tree, looking like a wild beast, all covered in mud and red clay. My mother stepped forward and they spoke in the pygmy tongue for a time. My mother had to learn it as a child. All sorcerers learn the languages, so that we can converse with those strangers we meet as we travel," he said proudly.

"What did the pygmy say?"

"That her puppy was hungry, but she was too frightened to leave him anywhere to hunt. Apparently, she was terrible with a bow, and hunting with her spear put the child in direct danger. My mother asked if she couldn't fish. She said she was trying to learn."

"A pygmy shouldn't know how to fish," Kuza said, nodding against Yaholo's chest. "They live out in this barren wasteland or something. There's no water there. And nothing grows."

"You're right. She didn't know how to grow food either. She was trying to learn, but she was failing, and the child was hungry. Her breast milk was little, she said. Though her breasts at the time were swollen and large_._ I came forward and gave her the fish from my own basket. She thanked me with tears in her eyes . . . it was very sad." Yaholo swallowed hard. "I'll never forget that pup she had either. He was black - an odd color for a pygmy. All the ones I've seen were some variation of brown or gray. But her baby was black. And when I dangled the fish over his head, he reached up, giggled . . . and squeezed it to mush."

Kuza's mouth fell open. "What!"

"Broke the fish's bones and everything," Yaholo went on, staring with wide eyes at the ceiling. "I would not have envied the creature had it been alive."

"Ah . . . ah . . . Ah!"

"Oh, god . . . oh GOD!"

Yaholo bit his lip and glanced at Kuza. They both listened, their hearts drumming, as Enya and Yuri climaxed.

"Come with me, baby. Come with me!"

"Oh, Enya - oh, I love you!"

"A-Ahh . . ."

"Ahhhh!"

Silence. Panting. Wet kissing.

Yaholo looked at Kuza and felt his cock burning. He glanced down and realized he was hard. Kuza was too: his pink cock stood erect against Yaholo's thigh, snaked with veins and as small as the rest of him. Yaholo reflected that Wakiza's dick had been small as well. He smiled: hereditary small cocks.

"Have you always wanted males?" Yaholo whispered into the silence. His fingers stroked Kuza's cheek and he looked at his lips with soft eyes, wanting to kiss him. He was suddenly determined to do something tonight, dammit.

"Have you always wanted females?" Kuza deflected.

Yaholo smiled guiltily. "So you heard about the Yuri incident . . ."

"Why would you want her? I'm terrified of her!"

Yaholo laughed. "Yuri is harmless. Only those who hurt her loved ones should fear for their lives . . . or the removal of their balls. She and Enya seem very capable of castration . . ."

Kuza laughed humorlessly.

"Besides," Yaholo went on, "I was certain Yuri was straight. I actually thought . . ." he laughed. "I thought Enya was going to marry Theo."

"Mm . . ." Kuza's eyes hooded. "Theo." No one knew it, but he had actually followed Theo, Yuri, and Kilyan because he saw Theo and was stricken by his masculine beauty. He winced guiltily when Yaholo glared at him.

"And it seems you still have your little crush on the groom," the young sorcerer said, looking away with a sour laugh.

"Don't be mad," Kuza begged.

"I'm not," Yaholo lied and sighed heavily. "It's just . . . I know Theo is very handsome. Is . . ." He looked at Kuza sheepishly. "Is he more handsome than me?"

Kuza smiled and snuggled up tight to Yaholo. "No one is more handsome than you!" he said, putting his arm around him. "I want to be near you all the time," he whispered happily.

"Does that mean you'll stay with me? Come to be with my tribe? Be mine?"

Kuza blushed furiously. "Y-Yes . . ."

"Good."

Kuza looked up to find Yaholo looking with soft eyes at his lips again. Yaholo touched his chin . . . and kissed him. A thrill of pleasure went through Kuza when Yaholo's paw found his cock. He watched, heart pounding, as the older boy trailed kisses down his chest. He didn't stop it when Yaholo's tongue licked his cock, pushing it around, slurping. He didn't stop it when Yaholo's mouth suddenly closed on him. And he didn't stop it when Yaholo ravished him in slow wet sucks . . . he never stopped Yaholo again.