Chapter 1: Double Delights
#1 of The Mating Season 3
The Mating Season 3: Wolves Still Run Wild
Part 3 of a six part series
Chapter 1: Double Delights
After six years of being a fulltime warrior, Kilyan always found the strength to please both his wives. And they were always ready to please him. Everyday as dusk settled in pink waves across the sky, Kilyan would enter his hut to find his wives smiling, and his two sons away with their grandparents. His six-year-old boys Roan and Zane were always so curious and inquisitive, it was a blessing when they were away for the evening.
That evening, Kilyan entered his hut to find the fire in the front room roaring as usual. It was a winter evening and he had spent the day on home patrol, securing the village walls in the snow. Now he stepped into the hut and set his spear on the rack, closing his eyes happily when the warmth of his home washed over him. He then went to a basin, and squatting beside the fire with it, started scrubbing off his war paint.
Kilyan was a young wolf of twenty-three, very handsome and tall, his black fur toned with muscles, his black mane a thick shadow streaming around his ears and past his shoulders. His eyes were a vivid and intense green, and while he could be very ferocious in appearance, his eyes could be the sweetest, the gentlest --
Kilyan paused in the act of scooping water to his face and his ears pricked forward. He thought he'd heard a moan. Well, his wives should have been home. But what on earth were they doing? Kilyan stood slowly and moved toward the curtain that would take him to the other rooms in the hut. He pulled the curtain aside and moved quietly down the hall, still listening. The moaning grew louder, and when he pulled back the curtain of the bedroom he shared with his wives, he froze at what he saw:
Ohana was straddling Lea on the sleeping furs, leaning down and kissing her! Their tails were facing Kilyan and he could see their pink sexes glossy and wet and nicely pressed against each other. When they realized someone was standing there, they both looked around. Lea, the shyer of the two, blushed and smiled awkwardly, but Ohana gave her husband a shameless, lusty smile.
Ohana was a beautiful silver wolf who Kilyan had met and fallen in love with over in the winter village. Because she belonged to the winter tribe, she was almost as tall her husband but still as slender and delicate. Her fur was a beautiful silvery gray, and around her slanted gray eyes were white stripes. Ohana was one year younger than Kilyan, but he went back to the winter village for her after he was married to Lea, and Ohana was allowed to marry Kilyan when she was only sixteen, rather than the traditional age of eighteen after her first mating season.
Ohana twisted around to look Kilyan up and down with a quiet hunger, then smoothed her paw over her spread little buttocks and licked her lips at him, a silent invitation. Her breasts jutted out wonderfully when she twisted around, and she seemed to know this, for she ran her paws slowly under them and cupped them in offering. Kilyan was not surprised: Ohana had never been shy.
But his Lea was blushing furiously. Kilyan had known Lea since they were children. They grew up together here in the summer village, and while she had ignored him at first, she had eventually come to love him, and he had claimed her at their first mating season. She was a fluffy white wolf with black stripes that curved smoothly with her waist and buttocks, and her pretty black eyes as they gazed at Kilyan were warm and smiling. She beckoned him too.
Kilyan let the curtain fall in place behind him. He felt himself throbbing now and knew he was hard: seeing them like this one on top of the other -- he had never seen it before! While they had shared this bedroom for six years, they had shared this bed, certainly, but he had never seen his wives together like this. He felt himself dripping.
They didn't move as he came toward them. Ohana remained straddled over Lea, their pussy lips swollen and glossy with their juices. Kilyan climbed up behind Ohana and bit her neck, slowly sinking himself inside her. He was pleased when she arched her back against him, when she thrust her buttocks at him and moaned his name. And as he rocked inside Ohana, he could look over her shoulder and have a clear view of Lea beneath them both, Lea blushing with her legs bent either side of her and spread wide. Ah, she was gorgeous. And their breasts smashed together looked magnificent. Kilyan reached under Ohana and started groping both his wives, caressing the pink nipples, delighting in the warmth of these breasts closed over his paw as he explored them, and then suddenly, he withdrew from Ohana and entered Lea. He saw Lea color up and gasp and drove himself in sharply, deeply.
Soon he was alternating between both wives: pulling out to thrust wildly inside of his shrieking Ohana before he pulled out again to ram himself with eager thrusts into Lea. The room was soon filled with his grunts and their screams as his cock rammed back and forth into each pussy. Kilyan closed his eyes, listening to them moan and call his name. Oh, yes, this was heaven -- this was true ecstasy. Why the hell hadn't they done this before?
Kilyan alternated more quickly now, loving the sight of their breasts mashing together as he rocked them, of Lea's gasping mouth and blushing cleavage. He wished he could see Ohana's face but he could tell by her sounds that she was climaxing. He was climaxing too -- oh, god, if only it would never end! But he felt himself getting thicker and painfully hard the faster he switched between pussies, and when he entered Lea again, he knew she was almost there as well: her unusually large pussy lips were deliciously swollen, just gushing, dripping. He drove himself deeply into her and she wriggled and screamed. Ohana kissed Lea's face and lips, gasping shrilly again when Kilyan suddenly rammed into her.
Kilyan then entered Lea, knowing he could make her come and at the same time please Ohana: he slipped his cock inside of Lea's squirming walls, then pulled back with Ohana's breasts in his fists. He kissed Ohana's neck even as he was pounding into Lea, and when both his wives screamed long and loud, he knew he had pleased him. He released his passion inside of Lea, then sagged over his wives on his paws and knees, panting, gasping, loving when Lea reached from under Ohana and touched his face.
They lay there in a pile all gasping for breath. Kilyan lay hunched on top, Lea was on the bottom with her legs bent and opened wide, and Ohana was crushed in-between, lazily kissing Lea's cheeks. Kilyan brushed aside Ohana's mane with his nose and kissed her cheek.
"God, Kilyan,"Ohana panted, "you should fuck us like that every night."
"Your wish is my command," Kilyan whispered, licking Ohana's cheek so that she giggled.
Lea suddenly gasped, and when Kilyan and Ohana looked at her, they saw that she was staring wide-eyed at some point beyond their heads. Kilyan and Ohana followed her gaze: standing in the doorway, the curtain drawn aside, were their two sons: Roan and Zane.
Kilyan dropped his face into Ohana's neck with a groan and whispered, "Oh, boy . . ."