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Chapter 9: Deeper

Ever since he fell on her that day in the forest, Lea could not stop thinking about Kilyan. Before that day, he had always seemed like nothing more than Zalia's annoying brother: always stumbling over himself to tell her she was pretty or offer her a flower when he wasn't supposed to be speaking to her at all! Didn't he realize he could get them both in trouble? But Kilyan was lovesick and Lea was aggravated. She decided to firmly ignore Kilyan and maybe he would give up, maybe he would move on. But Kilyan never gave up, and he only seemed more determined in his advances the more she ignored him.

But that day in the forest when Kilyan had fallen on top of her in his characteristically clumsy way, Lea had realized for the first time just how handsome he was. He was no longer a skinny little pup but a tall male with toned arms and legs, hard chest, those big paws so clumsy and yet gentle. Kilyan was gorgeous now! And realizing this for the first time, Lea had felt her body rudely awakened. Her heart thudded in her chest and all the blood raced to her breasts and to her sex -- she would never forget that throbbing she'd felt between her legs to suddenly find him on top of her. It had frightened her, this overwhelming feeling. What was it? And then his penis had swollen so hard and big against her and she had been frightened all the more.

But then as they were being whipped, Kilyan had looked at her with such soft green eyes, had smiled at her so gently, had confessed with a blush that he loved her -- had always loved her! And she'd seen that big cock of his slowly jerking upright and she knew with a flush that he found her as beautiful as she found him. And now? Now she couldn't sleep for dreaming of him holding her. She would awaken with a gasp to find herself dripping wet, her nipples hard, her body hot. And she wouldn't be able to sleep. She would sit up all night, pinning for Kilyan and wishing he hadn't left the village with his father. She missed seeing him around the village suddenly, missed seeing the flexing muscles of his back and legs as he was forced into some exorcises for his warrior training. It had never been uncommon, the sight of Kilyan doing pushups outside his father's hut until he was relieved. Kel had always worked Kilyan very hard. God, no wonder he was so sculpted . . . She wondered to herself what it would feel like to be in Kilyan's arms, to know his hard body pressed against her, and her mind was preoccupied with these thoughts night and day.

Lea's parents at once noticed the change in her. Everyone did. But Lea would only blush when her father, who'd been speaking to her for five minutes, snapped her out of her reverie with the accusation that she hadn't been listening to a word.

"Why is Lea so dopey and absentminded lately?" Loryn would demand of Kira with a frown.

Kira would only smile and kiss her husband's cheek and cry girlishly, "Loryn, isn't it obvious? Lea's in love!"

Kira may have found it amusing, but Loryn had been horrified.

And Lea, engrossed in her thoughts of Kilyan, would continue to overcook the stew and shatter her mother's clay pots and hum happily to herself as she ate with the wrong end of her spoon.

"All right -- spill it!" cried Zalia one afternoon when she noticed Lea pulling her sewing needle through the air, absently missing the swaddling cloth again and again.

Lea had been gazing off into space, smiling to herself, but hearing Zalia's voice, she looked around and saw that her friend was watching her with one eye squinted shut in mock scrutiny. Lea laughed and set the swaddling cloth aside.

The young females were in Zalia's parents' hut in Zalia's bedroom. As their time for the mating season was drawing nearer, they were supposed to be sewing swaddling clothes for the pups they would have, as well as blankets and pup carriers so they could carry their pups with them when they tended the herds in the fields. Zalia was as talkative as ever, but noticing that Lea was not listening to a word, she stopped and saw that dreamy look on her friend's face once again.

"Spill what?" said Lea, blushing furiously.

"Spill the good stuff. You've got a male friend, haven't you? You finally decided to take a lover in the fields, I can tell!"

"No, I haven't!" cried Lea in alarm. "And you shouldn't speak of such things -- you never know who could be listening!" she added in a hiss.

Zalia rolled her eyes, a lock of her glossy black mane falling across her face. "Lea, you're such a goody-goody. I was shocked when I saw you with those lashes all over your rump. I thought Keeno had been joking when he told me about that calamity in the forest the other day."

"You should stop seeing Keeno!" Lea scolded, taking up her sewing again. "You're not old enough for him! And if you got caught --"

"Keeno said he'd take me as his second wife when I have my first mating season. He said he'd come out there and claim me," announced Zalia, thrusting her high breasts out proudly. "But don't change the subject, Lea. I know horniness when I see it --"

Lea made a noise of outrage and disdain.

"It's true! You've got the hots for someone. I just have to figure out who." Zalia scrutinized her friend again, and Lea blushed and fixed her eyes angrily on her sewing.

"Let's see . . ." said Zalia, looking Lea up and down. "It can't be Aros because he's pledged to Lila, though I've seen him staring at you plenty enough. He stares at your big pussy lips. I think males really like the size. I wish mine were so bulging --"

"All right, I'll tell you!" Lea cried, flushing prettily in her embarrassment.

Zalia smirked. "Works every time."

Lea threw aside her sewing with a helpless moan. "It's Kilyan, all right?"

"Kilyan!" cried Zalia in amazement. "My big stupid brother Kilyan? Fall-on-his-face Kilyan? Shy, moronic Kilyan?"

"Yes, your brother!" cried Lea impatiently.

Zalia sat as if she'd been hit by a ton of bricks. "But . . . you can't stand Kilyan! I can't stand Kilyan . . ."

"I don't understand it either," Lea said, shaking her head dreamily. "He fell on top of me and looked into my eyes and after that . . . I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kind of miss the way your father used to smack him over the head when he caught him staring at me." She laughed.

Zalia gave a low whistle. "You've got it bad, my sister."

"Promise not to tell anyone!" Lea cried in earnest. "Not even Keeno! Promise!"

"Okay, I promise," said Zalia sulkily. "You sure know how to ruin a girl's fun."

"Zalia!" Lea begged.

"I won't tell. Your secret's safe with me. Though I still can't believe it: you and Kilyan. Yuck." Zalia made a face.

Lea laughed. "I can't believe it either. He said he loved me."

"Well, I could've told you that. He's been waiting for you to notice his feelings since I was old enough to pull on his tail."

"I want to -- to please him during the mating season," Lea admitted with another blush. "I want to make him happy. I just don't know how. I'm not like you, Zalia: I've never taken a lover in the fields!"

"I can teach you a thing or two," Zalia answered, cocking an eyebrow at Lea.

Lea felt her face growing hot and her eyelashes fluttered. "Would you?" she asked bashfully.

Zalia threw aside her sewing and knelt in front of Lea. Lea felt her heart pounding to have Zalia's pretty face with its slanted eyes so close to her own. Zalia peered into Lea's eyes and told her to relax. Lea took a deep breath and tried to but her heart keep thudding so loud it was a dull roar in her ears.

"Relax, Lea," Zalia whispered again. She smoothed her paws over Lea's tense shoulders and they lowered. Then she smoothed her paw up under Lea's silky white mane to cradle her head, and leaning closer with a smile, she kissed Lea on the lips. Lea trembled. She had never been kissed before and was startled by the skill and the hunger with which Zalia's dark lips pulled at her. Still shuddering, she felt Zalia's tongue trace over the inside of her lips as if she was tasting her, and then Zalia's tongue filled her mouth and withdrew.

"Now do that back," Zalia whispered, her lips moving against Lea's.

Leaning forward on her knees now, Lea repeated the strokes of Zalia tongue: she traced her tongue over the inside of Zalia's lips and tasted how hot and sweet her mouth was, then she pushed her tongue against Zalia's and heard her friend sigh.

"Deeper," Zalia whispered. "Push your tongue deeper -- like this."

Zalia cradled Lea's head in her paw again, and lovingly brushing Lea's mane back from her shoulder, she pushed her tongue in. Lea shivered under this deep kiss. God. No wonder so many females took lovers in the fields -- this was worth being whipped! To think she'd been whipped and she hadn't even enjoyed Kilyan's kisses for it!

"Mmm," said Zalia with satisfaction. "You're a fast learner, Lea."

Lea blushed. They were perched on their knees, facing each other. Zalia pulled Lea to her and kissed her again, the same hungry, deep kisses as before, and Lea yielded readily, her craving for Zalia's kisses frightening her. She felt Zalia's paw close over her breast and she remembered Kilyan's blunder when he grabbed it. Her nipple had instantly gotten hard, and now at Zalia's touch, it was getting hard again.

As Zalia's tongue continued its deep probing, she gave a little sigh against Lea and squeezed her breast, then massaged it, then squeezed it. Lea felt that throbbing between her thighs again and cried out.

"Males will touch your breasts like this," Zalia whispered, squeezing Lea's breast again.

Lea gave a little gasp and colored up again.

"Some of them will be rough without really meaning to. The nicest ones will be gentle, like this . . ."

Zalia slowly massaged Lea's breast and her thumb stroked over the nipple. Then she cupped Lea's breast from under and clapped it, as if weighing it in her paw.

"Do you want to touch mine?"

Lea touched Zalia's breasts without hesitating. They were perky, Zalia's breasts, and the nipples were dark. She lifted one and touched the nipple and heard Zalia groan. And then, without knowing why, Lea leaned forward and sucked lightly on one of the dark nipples. Zalia shuddered, her lips slightly parted, her eyes closed. She leaned toward Lea and did the same. Lea had never been suckled before. She felt weak to feel that slow pull, and the ecstasy of Zalia's tongue grazing over her nipple made her head fall back as if she would swoon, but Zalia held her up and kissed her on the mouth again. Their tongues pushed against each other and their groans filled the room. And then something happened that made Lea gasp: she felt Zalia's fingers gliding slowly in her sex. The fingers caressed her pussy walls, then pulled out to pinch and tease the big lips, then slid inside her again, deeper than before.

"Males will touch you there too?" cried Lea, alarmed, but she didn't know why she was frightened: she never thought anything could feel so good as Zalia spreading her pussy lips and slipping her fingers into the wet sheath.

"And they'll kiss you there and they'll lick you there," Zalia confirmed.

Lea shivered, imaging Kilyan doing those things to her. Oh, if only she hadn't ignored him all these years! If only she'd given herself to him in the fields!

"What do you think?" Zalia whispered. "Do you like it so far? You're pussy is gushing, so I guess you do."

They lay down together on Zalia's bed, eagerly kissing and touching, and Lea was a little surprised when Zalia playfully nibbled her lip and her ear.

"Do you and Keeno do these things?" Lea panted as Zalia sucked wetly at her nipple.

"And a little besides."

Lea didn't want to know what she meant by that. She slid her fingers in Zalia's sex, and hearing Zalia groan, she slid them deeper. She liked Zalia's sticky wetness and withdrew her fingers a little, pinching the juices. Is that what her own juices looked like? So glossy and thick?

Zalia rolled onto her side to face Lea and they kissed again, tangling their legs lovingly. Lea felt Zalia's paw stroking down her back and over her buttocks as they kissed and she shivered at this affection.

"Zalia, you should be careful. What if you got with Keeno's pup before your first mating season? That would be awful."

Zalia laugh softly. "I don't let him put it in me, Lea," she said, and kissed Lea again, hard.

Their tongues moved fervently against each other, but Lea pulled away and said before she could stop herself, "Put what in you?"

Zalia laughed at her friend's innocence. "Why, his cock, Lea! You know, that big muscle that hangs off a male!"

Lea blushed. She had never thought of one of those great things inside of her. "Do you think it feels good?" Lea whispered to her friend. "Such a big thing seems like it would hurt."

"You can tell me after your first mating season," returned Zalia.

Without warning, Zalia pushed Lea onto her back and spread her legs open. Lea's heart quickened as her friend sank her fingers once more between her great pussy lips, caressing and massaging. Sometimes Zalia's fingers rubbed gently at the little pumping knot of pleasure nestled between Lea's great pussy lips and Lea would be beside herself.

"Make noise," Zalia whispered, seeing her friend's distress. "It makes it easier to pass."

Lea started panting shrilly the faster Zalia worked away at her clit, her breasts shivering with her cries, and she realized Zalia was right: her shrill moaning helped her regulate her breathing, and with each moan it seemed her pleasure increased. She finally arched her back against the sheets, thrusting her breasts to the ceiling, and she gave a cry and felt that ecstasy release itself over Zalia's fingers.

When her passion was spent, Lea felt Zalia kiss her head and hold her. They lay together, shivering breasts to shivering breasts, and were startled into freezing by the sound of a sudden grunt. The girls stiffened. The grunt had come from behind the curtain hanging in the doorway of Zalia's bedroom. Lea remained frozen on the sleeping furs, staring wide-eyed at that curtain. Had they been heard touching each other? Oh, god. Such a thing could mean banishment! Lea shrank into her friend's arms, but Zalia sat up and called out roughly, "Who's there?"

They watched in horror as the curtain was slowly drawn aside, and seven-foot Eno stood there smiling down on them. His paw was closed over his cock, and when they saw his sticky passion dripping over it, they realized what he'd been doing behind the curtain. Lea shivered in fear, cringing on the bed, but Zalia grabbed a clay pot and hurled it at Eno's head, screaming for him to get out. The pot missed and Eno only smiled at them, a slow, creepy smile. His dark eyes fixed on Lea shivering on the sheets and he licked his lips hungrily.

"I said get out!" Zalia roared, her breasts trembling. She hurled another pot and this one hit home: it glanced off Eno's ear and he flinched, dropping the curtain back in place. Zalia viciously hurled more pots and even her mane brushes, and they heard Eno crying out in pain as he hurried from the hut.

When Zalia turned, it was to find Lea curled up on the bed, looking small and frightened. She pulled her friend up and into her arms.

"That pervert," Zalia hissed. "He's old enough to be our father! Why are you so afraid of him?"

Lea shook her head against Zalia's neck. "I -- I don't know. Ever since he came to our village, he always looked at me in this nasty way. It frightens me."

"Pervert," Zalia repeated darkly. "I wish I could get my father on him. My dad's been looking for a reason to beat Eno into a bloody stain for years. The only reason he dared to come in here was because he knew my father was gone!"

Lea sniffed, and feeling Lea's cold tears against her, Zalia stroked her mane.

"There, there, Lea. Don't be afraid of him! He likes that you're afraid. That's what gives him half his power over you! We're going to tell your father. Maybe we'll tell Keeno's father too. They're friends."

Lea only sniffed again and more of the tears came.

"Hush, now, Lea. Come, my sister. I'll walk you home."