Chapter 2: Playing Hide And Seek
#2 of The Mating Season 3
Chapter 2: Playing Hide and Seek
The next morning on Kilyan's day off from patrol duty, he went to his best friend's hut for advice: Keeno, a tan wolf with a white stripe cutting down his chest, had been Kilyan's best friend since they were pups. He was Kilyan's partner on patrol and thus had the day off too. Being married to Kilyan's sister Zalia, Keeno had looked forward to spending the day in Zalia's arms and was not pleased when his best friend came knocking with the same troubled green eyes Keeno had known for the best the part of twenty-three years. Zalia was not pleased either and proceeded to beat Kilyan with her broom.
"Hey -- cut it out, Zalia!" Kilyan warned, grabbing his little sister by the forehead and holding her at bay, but this did not stop Zalia's broom from reaching him.
Twenty-one-year-old Zalia looked much like her big brother: the same jet black fur they had both inherited from their father. But, unlike Kilyan who had inherited Kel's green eyes, Zalia had inherited their mother's sapphire blues. She was a sleek and beautiful female, her long and dark mane spilling down her back in tresses that were slightly curled.
"Keeno has one day when he can be with me all day long and you come over here ruining it!" Zalia shrieked, whacking her brother on the tail with the broom so hard that her six-year-old daughter Enya shrieked with laughter on her father's knee.
Little Enya looked just like her father Keeno: her fur was a pale tan and a white stripe split down her chest. But she had Zalia's bright blue sapphire eyes, and they crinkled up with laughter as she clapped her little paws, laughing at her uncle's predicament.
Zalia only backed off with the broom when Kilyan promised to leave in five minutes tops.
"You had better!" Zalia warned. She took Enya from Keeno with a toss of her mane and announced that she was taking their daughter to her grandmother's hut now.
Kilyan sat beside Keeno around the fire and they watched as Zalia left with little Enya grinning over her shoulder. Enya made a silly face at her uncle, and just before Zalia disappeared through the curtain, Kilyan made one back.
"Look at that," Kilyan said, shaking his head. "Enya even laughs at me just like you! She's just a tiny version of you!"
Keeno ran a paw back through his mane. "Yeah, thank god. If she wasn't, I might not have your sister now." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So what is it this time, Kilyan? I mean, goddamn, how can a male with two gorgeous wives have so many problems that he has to keep coming to me?"
They looked at each other wearily and then Keeno muttered, "Never mind."
Kilyan told Keeno how he had made love to wives -- which Keeno interrupted to declare it sounded "pretty fucking hot" -- when suddenly, the three of them had looked up to find their sons standing in the doorway. Keeno laughed uproariously at this, and Kilyan buried his face in his paws.
"You know, I don't know why I bother talking you!" Kilyan said angrily. "When all you ever do is laugh at me!"
Keeno rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down, Kilyan! Don't be so dramatic. So the boys saw you fucking their mothers. Don't you think it's ever happened to me and Zalia? We're all snuggled down thinking we're alone together and we look up and Enya's standing there crying over some nightmare. It happens. It's called having pups."
"So what the hell am I supposed to tell them, Keeno?" Kilyan demanded. "What do I say when they ask why Daddy had his penis in Mommy?" Kilyan dragged a paw over his eyes and groaned.
"I tell Enya we were playing hide and seek -- grownup hide and seek. A hide and seek I better not catch her playing before she's seventeen."
Kilyan smiled at the glint in Keeno's eyes and was silently grateful he had two sons and not two daughters. He could only imagine what it was like, the terror of having to protect your young female from males that were very like you had been at that age. Keeno especially should have been terrified that some young wolf like himself might come along after Enya: Keeno had been very much the playboy when they were younger, as Kilyan recalled it.
"You know," said Kilyan, leaning back on his paws, "the only trouble is Roan will believe anything I tell him, but Zane? He questions every goddamned thing."
"You're his father, Kilyan!" Keeno said with a snort. "Just whack him one on the butt and tell him to mind his elders! That always worked with my father."
Kilyan grinned, remembering all those numerous times he had witnessed Yzlo brutally reprimanding Keeno.
"Now get out of here, Kilyan. Go home and fuck your lovely wives and leave us bastards who only have one to our misery." Keeno nudged Kilyan with his foot, even as Zalia was reentering the hut.
Kilyan laughed. "All right, all right! I'm leaving!" he said, holding up his paws when Zalia took up her broom. Zalia gave him a playful whack on the butt with it as he was passing through the curtain, then turned to her husband.
When females passed out of their teen years they wore shawls not only as a mark of their age but also symbolic of the fact that their breasts now belonged to their husbands. Zalia's shawl was a deep blue that brought out her eyes beautifully. She unbuttoned the shawl with a little flick of her wrist, and as it fell free around her shoulders, she smiled provocatively at her husband. Keeno sat very still and felt his cock rise. But he didn't move: Zalia did strip teases for him like this everyday that he had off. She moved slowly around the room now and turned her back to Keeno. Keeno watched with narrowed eyes as Zalia squatted slowly down and down until her high little buttocks split wide apart. Smiling at Keeno over her shoulder, she flicked her tail at him and tossed the shawl clean away, then rose and turned to face him and squatted slowly again. Keeno watched with a quiet hunger building in his eyes as that pink sex slowly peeled open, as those breasts stood so high and firm in the firelight. Zalia's dark nipples were jutting and he wanted them in his lips. He watched as she cupped her breasts and massaged them, then she lifted her arms high above her head and arched her back in a stretch. The stretch went through her entire body: her narrow little waist lengthened and the high buttocks pushed out behind her, her tail flicker up straight, and her breasts were pulled higher as her back arched. Her sex was also opened wider to him: swollen and throbbing and dripping like his dick now.
Now Zalia crawled slowly toward Keeno, her black breasts hanging down, her round hips switching, her tail flowing out low behind her. Keeno sat back on his paws, his bent legs open wide, and his head fell back when Zalia closed her mouth over his cock. He moaned. God, she was always so good to him! Her mouth slobbered down over him in that messy way he liked, and she felt with satisfaction that his dick was throbbing harder against her lips, so hard that her mouth was almost sore. Yes, she knew just how Keeno liked it! She sucked him now in long, wet strokes and he was beside himself when she pulled back to lick lovingly at the soft head of his cock. He grunted and jerked in ecstasy when she fondled his balls. And then she was licking his balls, sucking them into her mouth, gulping them, and she knew she had sent him over the edge when his knees jerked.
Keeno's head snapped up and he cupped Zalia's face, pulling it to his own. They kissed wildly, hungrily, then Keeno had lifted Zalia into his arms and was kissing her neck, her breasts. Zalia shivered, whispering his name, and then she shoved him down on his back and closed her swollen pussy lips down over his cock. Keeno groaned. Zalia had always been so rough with him, and he was rough in return, thrusting himself up into her even as she was leaning against his chest, bringing that gushing pussy down and down. They slammed their hips together faster and faster, panting in their ecstasy, smiling at each other, and then Keeno grabbed Zalia by the face and pulled her closer, filling her mouth with his tongue. Zalia gave her tongue back, pushing him down again to the sitting furs as she took him in a kiss, and Keeno loved the way her body arched against him in her frenzy, loved the way she moaned as her tongue pushed eagerly at his, loved the feel of her buttocks in his paws as he squeezed them in fistfuls, thrusting himself up and up. She sat back on his cock now, pressing her breasts out, demanding it harder, and Keeno sat up, put her leg on his shoulder, and banged into her until she was screaming. The grunts and groans and gasps of their frenzied lovemaking was loud against the crackling fire until at last they came together: Zalia's juices gushed over Keeno and Keeno felt himself release hot inside of her. They slumped together out of breath and collapsed on the sitting furs.
Zalia lay on top of Keeno and moaned in appreciation when his paws smoothed up and down her back.
"I . . . swear . . ." Keeno panted, "you get more aggressive . . . the more the years fly by . . . and, god, it makes me horny. . ."
Zalia laughed when she felt Keeno getting stiff again.
"How long do you think before Kilyan comes back with another problem?" Zalia wondered, smiling down at her husband. "Honestly, it's not like you have any more of a clue than he does!"
"Yeah, he should really talk to your dad," Keeno agreed, stroking a black lock of Zalia's mane from her eyes.
"So what was his problem this time?"
"Roan and Zane walked in on him fucking Ohana and Lea -- together."
Zalia's eyebrows shot up.
"Yeah," said Keeno with a laugh. "It wasn't a pretty sight: Kilyan and his wives are piled on top of each other, then they look up and there's Roan and Zane." Keeno laughed to himself.
"So what did you tell him to do?"
"Tell them they were playing hide and seek."
Zalia laughed, then leaned down closer and whispered, "Wanna play?"
Keeno felt her paw reach between them and caress his cock in a long, firm stroke. He rolled over on top of Zalia and entered her with a wild thrust.