Chapter 10: Could I Kiss You?
#10 of The Mating Season 2:
Chapter 10: Could I Kiss You?
Kel wasn't sure how long the raping of his poor son went on, but it seemed to him that he was lying there for eternity, listening to this vile, brutal lone wolf assaulting his son's ass while he was helpless and bound, weak and bruised from a beating. Hearing his son's pain and being powerless to stop it, Kel cried wretchedly into the earth, whispering Kilyan's name every now and then and apologies the young male could not hear. Then he felt something prodding him in the side, and opening his eyes, Kel almost gasped to find a pair of black eyes smiling at him. A heavy paw was clamped over his mouth, and then a voice whispering, "Hello, Kel. Do you remember me?"
Kel blinked through his tears. The smiling black eyes pulled back to reveal the white face of a wolf, very big and handsome, his thick neck disappearing into powerful shoulders. When the white wolf saw the recognition flicker in Kel's eyes, he removed his paw, and Kel whispered in amazement, "Lynny?"
"The one and only," the white wolf replied.
Lynny produced a small knife and started working vigorously at the ropes binding Kel's wrists and ankles. The ropes were so crude and clumsily made that it didn't take the knife long to slice through. As soon as Kel was free, he lunged toward the lone wolfed hunched over his son and still raping him. The loner barely had time to look around. Kel grabbed him by the neck and twisted violently. The loner's head flopped back with a nasty snap and he tumbled to the ground. Kel kicked him away in disdain and lifted his son to his chest. Kilyan was weak and dazed, and seeing his son this way made tears blur Kel's vision.
"Dad . . .?"
"I'm here, s-son. Oh, god," Kel choked, lifting the young male into his arms.
Lynny came to Kel's side. Kel saw him rummage through the dead loner's hip bag and snatch something out if it.
"Motherfucker stole my feathered talisman," Lynny said. "He and some other loner snuck into the village and did some looting the other night. This is a family heirloom. I had to get it back."
Kel was hardly listening. He was looking down at Kilyan, whose lashes were fluttering weakly. Lynny clapped a sympathetic paw on Kel's shoulder.
"Come. Walk back with me to the village. I have medicine that can heal his wounds. I see the bastard tore the boy up a little."
Kel closed his eyes. It was true: Kilyan's neck had been bitten so roughly by the lone wolf in his excitement that he'd drawn blood.
"Our spears," said Kel, "and our traveling packs. They're down on the lower pass. I killed the other one. You don't have to worry about him." Though the thought of huge Lynny worrying about a scraggily, underfed lone wolf was laughable.
"Good," said Lynny darkly. "Low, outcast, pieces of shit. I suggested to the village council that we build prisons for lone wolves rather than just throw them out into the world to do more harm," went on Lynny, leading the way down the pass.
Kel followed, cradling Kilyan to his chest. He was glad when Kilyan finally passed out: if he was awake, he wouldn't be able to stand the pain he was in.
"What did they say?" Kel asked. Building prisons. It didn't sound like a bad idea.
"Council said it would cost too much work and time. We have to tend our crops down in the summer fields before the frost, raise our cattle -- we can't afford to set aside time for lowlife scum like lone wolves. And then there'd be the cost of feeding them and all that other shit while they're in the prison and no one wants to take food out of their own mouth to feed a piece of shit loner."
They reached the lower path where Kel had set up camp with Kilyan hours ago. The sun had risen completely now and the world was bright, birds were singing. Kilyan's black fur was glossy in the sun from his sweat, tears, and blood. Kel knew he probably looked pretty much the same.
Lynny gave a low whistle when he saw the other lone wolf: it was curled on the ground in agonies it could no longer feel, its eyes staring vacantly at the blue sky, its narrow, sunken chest covered in blood. Lynny stepped over the body and gathered the spears and traveling packs, then exchanged a nod with Kel, and they started back up for the pine forest that would lead them to the winter village.
"Thank you, Lynny," Kel said hoarsely as they walked side by side. "If you didn't come along, I -- I don't know what would have happened --"
"It's all right, Kel, think nothing of it. I'm used to helping you. Hell, I enjoy it. I always get such rich rewards for it!"
Kel blushed, remembering that night sixteen years ago when Lynny had made love to him in his hut in exchange for his having rescued Aliona.
"But what the hell are you and your son doing up here?" Lynny asked.
Kel studied him for the first time. Like his big brother Zaldon, Lynny was a white wolf and was as big and strapping as Kel remembered, only now he was taller: eight feet tall at least. That was the way it was in the winter village. The wolves there were huge. Sixteen years ago, Lynny had only been a few feet shorter but he had still been massive beside Kel: Kel was only five feet and nine inches tall. Then and now, he felt like a female beside Lynny.
"We came on a visit. Maybe it was foolish in these dark times. They jumped down on me from the higher cliff. I couldn't fight both of them and protect my son. I only wound up killing one and the other one --" Kel shivered angrily. "He took Kilyan hostage and I had to obey him or he would have killed him."
"He raped you too, didn't he?" said Lynny darkly, for he had noticed the small amount of blood on Kel's backside. "And you look bruised as if he'd beaten you. You should stay abed a while until you heal. God, Kel, I don't even know how you're walking."
"I'm fine," Kel said firmly.
Lynny snorted. "Something warriors are told to say, even after their leg has been chopped off. I'm fine. Psh. You're not fine, Kel, you're injured and so is Kilyan. I'll have my wife fix you a bed."
"Ah, so you're married now?"
"That's right. Fell in love with this sweet little thing at my first mating season. Never took another wife, she was all I needed. We have a daughter -- Ohana. Sweet little girl. She's about fifteen."
Kel paused as if he didn't want to sound too eager, then asked the question he really wanted to ask, "How's Zaldon?"
"I wondered when you'd be getting around to that," said Lynny, looking down at Kel out of amused black eyes.
Kel blushed and looked straight ahead. Lynny was well aware that Kel and Zaldon had been in love, that for a brief time they had even been lovers.
"Zaldon is Zaldon," Lynny said, shrugging his powerful shoulders. "The only thing that's changed about him is he's become a powerful sorcerer, greater than Eloein. All those little ones of Eloein's have grown up. Moved out. Now Zaldon just lives in peace with his three wives. I don't think he's fucking them, if you ask me -- they've not one of them ever birthed a pup from him. But they seem happy with Zaldon. Hell, they probably fuck each other."
Kel knew for a fact that Eloein's wives loved pleasing each other: Aliona had told him as much after her time living in the late sorcerer's hut.
As the day wore on to the afternoon, they passed out of the pine forest at last. Kel could see the familiar shapes of great buildings in the distance, the tall village gates, the snow smoothing away to the horizon. They were in the winter lands at last, and Kel felt Kilyan shiver against him in the chill breeze that swept down.
They passed through the gates and the same giants Kel remembered from sixteen years ago greeted Lynny merrily. Females flirted with Lynny or cooed sympathetically at the injured state of his companions. Some of them even offered with flirtatious eyes to nurse Kel with their own paws.
"Thank you, ladies, but that's not the kind of nursing my friend here needs," Lynny had joked, sending them away. "Besides, if anyone's going to nurse you, Kel, it's going to be me," Lynny teased and laughed when Kel couldn't look at him.
When they reached Lynny's hut, Lynny informed Kel that his wife was probably out with their herds, his daughter as well, so he should feel free to lay Kilyan to rest in Ohana's bed.
"I'll have my wife make you two up your own beds when she comes home. Heaven knows where she stashed the extra furs," said Lynny, taking a jar down from a shelf. He entered Ohana's room were Kilyan was lying passed out on his back and quietly told Kel to turn his son over. Kel did, doing his utmost to be careful.
"Poor pup," said Lynny, mixing the blue paste in the jar. He shook his head as his eyes took in Kilyan's limp body. "Goddamn. I wish I'd gotten there sooner, Kel."
"But what is that paste?" Kel asked.
"It will sooth Kilyan's pain, help him heal faster. Now spread his little ass cheeks. I swear, looking at Kilyan is like looking through a mirror in time. He looks just like you did sixteen years ago when I fucked you."
Kel spread Kilyan's buttocks and watched as the paste was applied to his son's torn and bleeding anus. He frowned anxiously when Kilyan's leg jerked and he moaned, but Lynny assured Kel that it was only because the paste was so cold.
"Now we'll try to get the neck wounds. Best to leave him on his stomach for now," Lynny said, and started applying the paste where Kilyan had been so viciously bitten.
"God, it's uncanny," Lynny whispered as he worked. "Kilyan even has your eyes -- those big, gentle, green eyes. Only yours were never so innocent, Kel." He smiled at Kel, who couldn't help but smile a little back.
"All right," Lynny whispered sadly and closed the jar. "That should hold him for now. We can have Zaldon look at him later. His power should be able to help Kilyan along."
Lynny looked sympathetically at Kel, who was kneeling at Kilyan's side, his paw on Kilyan's arm, looking for all the world as if he'd never leave his side again.
"Come, Kel," Lynny said gently. "It's your turn."
Kel went with Lynny to the entrance room of the hut, where Lynny had him lie on his stomach on the sitting furs near the fire. Kel relaxed into the furs. He was so miserable and tired and they felt good under him. And suddenly Lynny was smoothing the cold paste over his cuts and bruises and the pain was tingling away. He closed his eyes and a tear escaped. He would never forgive himself for what had happened to Kilyan.
Lynny gave an angry grunt when he had pried Kel's buttocks apart and inspected his torn anus. "And you thought I was a brute with you? I was never so gentle," he said as he smoothed the paste in.
Kel closed his eyes, trying not to get aroused. The paste was cool and felt delicious on his anus as it slowly tingled the pain away. He shuddered under the touch of Lynny's fingers and felt Lynny kiss him on the cheek.
"Poor Kel. My poor, beautiful Kel. It's been years, Kel, and you're still so goddamned irresistible. You know that?" Lynny whispered, and Kel felt his paw smooth gently over his buttocks.
Kel listened to Lynny putting the jar back on the shelf, then the great white wolf was lying beside him, gazing at him sympathetically, stroking his mane. Kel saw the affection burning in Lynny's eyes as they danced over his face and was warmed by it.
"Would it be too much if I kissed you, Kel? Yours were always very kissable lips."
When Kel gave a half smile, Lynny scooted closer and kissed him, soft, wet and slow. Kel moaned and his brows knit together. He felt his cock start to rise under him. Loryn was the lover he bonded with, Zaldon was his gentle, caring lover, but Lynny was the dominating and powerful one. Thinking of that night so long ago when big burly Lynny had dominated Kel so completely made his throbbing cock get harder under him. He had liked submitting to Lynny, being wrapped in Lynny's big arms, and at the same time, he had been so afraid. Ah, but they had been so young. He was older now, and if Lynny made love to him again, there would be no fear. He could still remember crying and how Lynny had comforted him and had then proceeded to make love to him all night -- affectionate kisses on his cheeks, whispers in his ear, those big paws holding him wriggling down on the furs as that great organ forced cries of ecstasy from him . . .
"Could I kiss you again?" Lynny whispered. "Once is never enough."
"Kiss me all you like."
"Does it matter where?"
"Not at all."
In response, Lynny gently rolled Kel onto his back and was not surprised to find him hard with desire. He started kissing the tip of Kel's throbbing organ -- light, tender kisses all over the head. Kel shuddered at this deliberate teasing and moved as if he would cover himself, but Lynny shoved Kel's paws away and continued his kisses. Kel squeezed his eyes shut when he felt that first light lick on his cock. This was torture, this anticipation, waiting for the moment when Lynny's hot mouth would close down around him. This was maddening.
"Oh . . . Lynny, please . . ." Kel moaned.
"Kel," Lynny sighed.
Lynny gave Kel's cock a last strong lick, then started kissing Kel's balls. The kisses quickly turned to licks and the licks quickly turned to hungry sucks. Kel was beside himself when Lynny took his balls into his mouth, slobbering over them, gulping them. He gave out a choked cry and blushed when Lynny chuckled.
"Same old Kel," Lynny said. "Gasping like a virgin and probably still as tight as one. Let's see."
Kel was taken by surprise when he was put on his stomach again, then his buttocks were pried apart and Lynny slipped a careful finger in his anus.
"Oh, yes, tight, tight, tight. Does it still hurt?" Lynny whispered. "I can't tell if you're holding back a whimper or not."
"It doesn't hurt at all now. To tell the truth . . . the paste makes that feel wonderful," Kel admitted sheepishly.
"What feel wonderful? This?" Lynny slid his fingers in and out and Kel shivered his pleasure.
"Oh, this is too much, seeing you gasping and moaning and clenching your ass cheeks up," Lynny said as if he'd been defeated, and Kel felt him shifting his weight. "I tried to hold back, but I have to get inside you. Oh, Kel, the things you do to me . . ."
There was a pause, and suddenly, Kel felt Lynny's thick cock cramming inside. The entry was smooth and wet and sticky with the paste, and Kel felt a wave of pleasure make him moan and sink in the furs. Then Lynny was hovering over Kel, kissing Kel's cheek, nibbling lightly at Kel's neck, and rocking rhythmically against him.
"Irresistible," Lynny moaned in Kel's ear. "Damn you. I should start shielding my eyes every time I have to be around you."
Kel laughed softly at this and Lynny kissed him.
"Lynny?" Kel asked, and Lynny noticed with concern that he sounded worried.
"What's the matter, Kel?"
"Do you think Zaldon will be as happy to see me as you are?"
"Oh, he'll be happy, Kel. Stop worrying and let me make you come!"
Lynny gave a deep thrust as he spoke and Kel cried out as a shock of pleasure shot through him. Yes, he'd had wet dreams of Lynny too -- as much as he'd dreamt of Loryn and Zaldon. But he'd never dreamt up anything this deliciously sublime. He wondered what Lynny would say if he told him this. He'd probably think it very amusing. He fumbled for Lynny's paw and kissed it, and their fingers tangled as they rocked together in the firelight.
When it was over, Kel lay with his head on Lynny's chest, relishing in his kisses and his fingers in his mane. It seemed to him suddenly that he was getting more cock in the past few days than Loryn had ever gotten in a lifetime.
"Kel," said Lynny, and Kel knew he was shaking his head, "you've got to leave here soon."
Kel's ears pricked forward. "Why?"
"Because if you don't . . . I'll fall in love with you."
Kel looked up. Lynny was smiling down at him, and suddenly, they kissed.