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Chapter 3: Something to Remember

When Kilyan returned home that morning, it was to find his two wives scrubbing the dishes over a low basin while his sons wrestled beside the fire. His wives smiled at him when he entered and his sons paused and looked up at him uncertainly. He knew they were probably terrified of him after last night: the sight of their father hunched over their mothers and making them scream so loudly had probably mortified them. He could see even now that they were in awe of him. Kilyan was so big and bulging after all. He winced, hating the look of fear and confusion in his sons' faces.

"Talk to them!" Lea mouthed, jerking her head at their sons.

Kilyan saw Ohana smile at him and give him an encouraging nod. He heaved a sigh and sat beside the fire, gesturing for his boys to come to him. They did, timidly sitting either side of him and gazing up at him with their ears flat on their heads. Kilyan looked down at his sons.

Kilyan's eldest child by a few weeks, Roan was the pup Kilyan had had with Lea: a black pup with flecks of white in his fur and Kilyan's large, green eyes. He was timid in nature, the more quiet of the two, and also the more obedient. He did most everything he was told, and the only reason he ever disobeyed was if his brother Zane teased him.

Zane was a hardly little pup with silver fur like his mother, Ohana. But he had black stripes around his eyes -- eyes that were fiery and gray, once again, like his mother. He was the bolder of Kilyan's sons and had a way of bullying of Roan, but he loved Roan too and was fiercely protective of him.

Kilyan cleared his throat awkwardly, wondering what the hell he was going to say. "Boys, last night, your mothers and I . . . we were playing a game."

"That was a game?" asked Roan, his green eyes wide in amazement.

Kilyan cleared his throat again. "Yes. It's a game only grownups play, understand?"

"Why would you want to play a game that hurts?" demanded Zane, watching his father intently. "Mommy was screaming!"

"They weren't in pain," Kilyan answered him. "The screaming was part of the game."

"Just like you putting your pee-pee in them?" asked Roan, a finger to his lips.

Kilyan held down a blush as he answered, "Yes. And the next time you hear Daddy and your mothers playing this game, don't come near the curtain -- not unless it's an emergency. Understand?"

The boys chorused: "Yes, Father."

Kilyan felt relieved and he shared a warm smile with Lea across the fire.

"Kilyan," said Ohana, smiling as she wiped a bowl dry with a cloth, "why don't you take the boys to your mother's? We'll be here when you come back."

Kilyan's heart leapt when both his wives smiled at him: Ohana's gray eyes were fiery with lust and Lea's black eyes were warm and full of mischief. He could only imagine what would happen when he returned here, and just the thought of having both of them smashed beneath him again made him struggle once more to hold down a blush.

Kilyan nodded and stood and his sons stood too. Roan sheepishly held out his arms, and Zane grabbed his father's paw, bouncing up and down and exclaiming his delight that they were going to their grandmother's once again. Kilyan pulled both boys up on his hips, then smiling at his wives, he ducked out of the curtain.

Kilyan didn't usually carry his sons around: silver Zane was part winter wolf and was therefore already bulking and big, and besides, both boys were too old for such treatment. In the summer village, male pups that age were rarely carried. It was a sort of custom. But it was winter, and snow was sweeping down in flurries, so Kilyan carried his sons today, shielding them against his chest when a cold gust blew particularly hard. When they reached his parents' hut at last, Kilyan set his sons on their feet and smiled after them as they burst through the curtain, squealing, "Grandmother! Grandfather!"

Kilyan entered the hut, this hut where he had lived for seventeen years with his parents, where he had grown from a pup to an adult. He was warmed to see his children fly into his mother's arms. Aliona had been kneeling beside the fire, presiding over a boiling pot, but when her grandsons came flying in, she looked around beaming and embraced them. Little Enya was already there. She sat in a chair near the fire happily swinging her legs, and when she saw her cousins hugging their grandmother, she made a face at them. Kilyan saw his boys go to Enya at once, and the three commenced their squealing and wrestling and chasing around the hut.

"Behave!" Kilyan warned, giving rowdy Zane a little whack on the butt when he pulled Enya's tail a little too hard. He turned to see his mother smiling up at him. He leaned down and took her paws and kissed her cheek, then knelt beside the fire with her.

Aliona was a small wolf with sleek, dark gray fur. Her breasts and hips were large after birthing two pups, and the blue sapphire eyes Zalia had inherited were in her face, slanted and softened by the strong and yet tender spirit that shone through. Like her daughter, she wore a dark blue shawl over her breasts and a streak of her gray mane fell across her eyes.

Aliona turned happily back to her boiling pot, and Kilyan looked around, wondering where his father was. Kel was most likely on duty out in the forest, but such patrols were less frequent this time of year: lone wolves were scarcely a threat during the winter. He looked back at his mother to ask if Kel was home and realized for the first time what was boiling in the pot. The sour smell of medicinal herbs unfurled strong against his nose, a smell that was frequent during the winter seasons. With so many sick wolves, every hut reeked of the old remedy. But looking at his mother, Kilyan thought Aliona looked to be in perfect health. So Kel was home then, and he was sick!

"Yes," Aliona whispered sadly when she saw her son's realization, and Kilyan was shocked when her lip trembled. "Your father has been sick for a while now. At first I thought it was a just little cold but now . . . now I'm getting worried . . ." She paused with the ladle and shook her head, and Kilyan was alarmed when a tear gathered in her eye.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Kilyan cried, resting a paw on his mother's shoulder.

"Oh, Kilyan . . ." Aliona wiped miserably at her eyes and went back to stirring the pot. "He didn't want me to. You have your own life. You don't need to worry about your father. And maybe it is just a little cold. Maybe I'm just being silly . . ."

"No one cries over a little cold!"

Aliona only sniffed and kept stirring the pot. Her thick lashes fluttered out tears as she lifted a wooden cup and ladled the softly simmering remedy inside. It was a yellowish paste and little bubbles swelled before bursting on the surface.

"Take this to your father," Aliona sniffed, pressing the hot cup in Kilyan's paw, "and don't tell him I've been crying, Kilyan. We don't want him stressed."

"Yes, Mother," Kilyan whispered and kissed his mother on the cheek.

Aliona smiled after her son as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Kilyan moved up the gloomy hall. The fire in the entrance room was so blazing that it warmed the rest of the hut throughout and he knew his father was in the bedroom warm and snug, no matter that he was ill. Kilyan heard a cough before he pulled the curtain aside, and then he entered his parents' bedroom, whispering, "It's me, Father . . ."

Kel was lying with his eyes closed and had apparently coughed in his sleep. On a low table beside the bed was a washcloth with a bowl of water and an empty wooden cup that Kilyan could smell had held another dose of the remedy. The room was dark and gloomy except for a narrow beam of white sunlight that stretched a finger into the room, touching the foot of the bed and the earthen floor. Kilyan knelt beside the bed and was saddened to see how weak, how tired his father looked in his sleep. Kel had bags under his eyes, and his black fur was not shiny and healthy but limp from his sweat and dingy.

"Dad?" Kilyan called, placing his paw over his father's. He was shocked by just how hot that paw was. He set the wooden cup he'd brought aside, and dipping the washcloth in the water, he started dabbing his father's face, calling gently, "Dad?"

Kilyan saw his father's brows knit together and then he was moaning.

"Aliona?" Kel whispered, his head rocking against the pillow. He frowned and opened his eyes, but smiled when he saw his son kneeling at his side.

"It's me, Father," Kilyan said, setting the washcloth aside again. "Here. . . . Mom wants you to drink this . . ." He took up the wooden cup.

Kel smiled at his son and sat up weakly against the pillows. Kilyan felt a little pang of sadness to see his father looking so weak and frail. Kel wasn't even old -- Kel was a middle-aged warrior in his prime! And yet here he was, bags under his eyes, barely able to sit up on his own. But he managed to sit up and was smiling when Kilyan tipped the wooden cup gently to his father's lips. He drank, still smiling in warm affection at his son.

"How are you, Dad?" Kilyan asked anxiously. "You don't look good."

"Thank you," Kel said, smiling.

Kilyan laughed. "No, I didn't mean --"

"I know," said Kel, closing his eyes and resting back against his pillows again. "You're just worried. But I'm fine, son. Just fine."

Kilyan stared sadly at his father and knew better: "I'm fine" was something warriors were taught to say even when they weren't. Psyching yourself out was supposed to be a survival mechanism, but Kilyan didn't think that was going to be enough this time. His eyes traced over the tan sheets that were pulled to his father's chest and he realized when he saw the sprinkling of black hairs that Kel was also shedding. That was a bad sign. There had to be some better way to help his father than that stupid yellow medicine!

"You're not fine, Dad," Kilyan insisted. "You look awful!"

Hearing the frightened note in his son's voice, Kel opened his eyes quickly: Kilyan was in earnest, the green eyes wide and sad. He smiled sadly at his son and patted his paw.

"Such a good boy, Kilyan, always such a good boy. Is your sister still a bad girl? You've been looking after Zalia, I hope."

"Don't change the subject, Dad!" Kilyan said. "You're very sick and we need to do something about it -- this medicine isn't helping --"

"Kilyan!" Kel frowned and cupped his son's face. Kilyan noticed with a pang that his father's paw was trembling and weak when it touched him.

"You haven't been acting this way before your mother, have you?" Kel demanded, his green eyes suddenly very hard.

Kilyan knelt there with his ears going back on his head, feeling like a pup as he muttered, "No, Father . . ." He felt Kel's paw caress his cheek and looked up to find his father watching him sadly.

"Good," Kel whispered. "It's bad enough I'm sick: I don't want anyone worrying over me too."

Kilyan felt his heart sinking in his chest. Little did Kel know that Aliona had just been crying in the other room! He watched as his father sank back in his pillows again with a cough, and then a sudden idea hit him.

"Dad," said Kilyan slowly, "what if I asked Zaldon to help? The sorcerer? I could go to the sun village for you, and --"

"No!" Kel said at once, and Kilyan halted, hating when his father's lips trembled. "Kilyan, you're not going anywhere -- now stop this at once!"

Kilyan bowed his head, feeling a wave of misery when his father started coughing. He heard Kel fumbling for the wooden cup and Kilyan held it to his lips for him, watching miserably as his father strained to take a weak sip. When his coughing subsided, Kel settled back in his pillows again, and seeing his son's misery, he patted Kilyan weakly on the shoulder.

"I don't want you leaving the village, my son," Kel whispered hoarsely. "Not for me. Not for anyone. You have a good life here and I am determined that you should keep it -- even if I have to nail your tail to the floor."

Kilyan looked up with a half-smile. Kel was being the same over-protective father as always. After Kilyan and his father had been captured and raped by lone wolves seven years ago, Kel was terrified of ever letting Kilyan leave the village again. But life was full of danger -- even here in the summer village! There was no avoiding it. And saving his father from an untimely death was to Kilyan worth the dangers of leaving the village again.

Kilyan, therefore, had every intention of leaving the village to save his father, but he wisely changed the subject to his children, telling Kel such anecdotes that he was soon chuckling and smiling, and soon after, he had fallen asleep. Kilyan knelt beside the furs a moment, sadly stroking his father's mane back from his eyes.

"I promise I'll save you, Dad," Kilyan whispered, then rose and left the room.

When Kilyan entered the front room again, his sons were sitting on the floor with their cousin Enya, playing with little wooden toys. Aliona was sitting in a chair by the fire, watching her grandchildren happily as she drank from a wooden cup. Kilyan went to her side and knelt near her chair. They looked at each other sadly.

"He's worse than I feared," Kilyan whispered darkly. He shook his head. "His paws shake badly and he coughs so m-much . . . And he's pretending that nothing's the matter at all!"

"Just like he always does. I know, Kilyan," Aliona whispered sadly, holding back tears as she took a long drink from her cup. "But what can we do?"

"I told him I'd go to the sorcerer Zaldon at the sun village --"

Aliona looked quickly at her son, her ears pricking forward. "I know Zaldon could probably heal Kel, but, Kilyan, I can't ask you to go --"

"Then don't ask," said Kilyan, kissing his mother on the cheek. He rose before she could protest and left the hut.

When Kilyan returned to his own hut, the front room was empty, but the fire was still roaring. He passed through the curtain and up the shadowy hall, and when he heard that first little moan, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He pulled back the curtain of the bedroom he shared with his wives, his heart pounding at what he might find. Lea and Ohana were lying on the sleeping furs waiting for him. Ohana had her paws behind her head, her shapely legs were wide open, and her head was resting against Lea's waist, who was lying on her side. Lea's arm lay along the curve of her hip and her tail waved up and down slowly behind her. Ohana spread her legs a little wider and let out another moan, the first one having lured Kilyan to the room. Both females batted their lashes prettily at their husband.

Kilyan felt the curtain go down behind him and his cock stand upright. His wives laughed at this. He moved toward the bed, his eyes drinking both of them in, and before he knew what was happening, Lea was caressing his shoulders, pulling him down on the sheets. He was lying on his back now, and then suddenly, Lea was sitting on his face! Kilyan felt his cock throbbing hard to have the delicious scent of Lea's soft pussy lips enclosing him. He slurped at her eagerly, delighting in her shrill little cries, and when he felt Ohana's mouth close over his cock, he let out a groan that trembled against Lea's big pussy lips, making her shudder.

Kilyan had always loved the way Ohana sucked at him so eagerly. She was fairly devouring his cock: she closed her slobbering mouth down on it until he knew he was nudging the back of her throat. She gulped and slurped, flexing her tongue against him, moaning when he swelled so hard that her lips were sore. And then suddenly Ohana's wet mouth pulled away, and Kilyan groaned into Lea's pussy when he felt Ohana's hot, gushing sheath close over him, clinging tightly around his cock, contracting over it as her juices enfolded him. Then he heard his wives moaning and smacking: they were kissing even as they were sitting on him! Listening to them touching and groping each other's breasts, sucking each other's nipples, Kilyan grew painfully hard inside of Ohana and he ate away at Lea's big pussy lips with hungry abandon: he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, kissed them, slurped them, slithered his tongue deeply inside of her, and then his dick was so painfully hard that he could take the sounds of their kissing and sucking no more: he started thrusting his hips, jerking up into Ohana hard and fast. Ohana gave out a shrill cry of delight, as did Lea when Kilyan thrust his tongue deliciously dip. He thrust into Ohana and worked Lea's clit until both his wives had screamed and sagged on top of him.

But when Lea and Ohana climbed off of Kilyan, his cock was still rigid and unsatisfied. Taking Ohana by surprise, he grabbed her by the thighs and thrust himself deeply inside of her. She wriggled and squirmed, arching her back, thrusting out her breasts, sinking her nails in Kilyan's arms the harder he thrust but begging, panting for more. Kilyan banged vigorously into Ohana until he felt himself release. He gave a choked cry and slouched over her, kissing her breathlessly on her neck, her breasts, relishing in Lea's paws caressing his back. Then Kilyan, deliriously tired and deliriously happy, slumped into the sheets between his wives. They cuddled against him either side and the strongest shoehorn couldn't have pried him away. He took them both in his arms and kissed their manes, their eyes, loving the way their breasts heaved against his chest in their breathlessness.

"How . . . was your mother?" panted Ohana.

"I hope the boys . . . aren't too much for her . . ." breathed Lea.

Kilyan laughed, remembering how strict Aliona had been when he was a pup. If Aliona could handle his wild sister Zalia, she could certainly handle Roan, Zane, and Enya all by herself.

"My mother? She's as strong as ever. But my father . . ."

Hearing the worried note in Kilyan's voice, his wives looked up at him.

"What is it?" Lea whispered anxiously, and Ohana rubbed Kilyan's chest, peering just as anxiously into his face.

"My father is sick. He's so s-sick . . ." Kilyan's voice trailed off miserably and he felt some small comfort when his wives kissed his cheeks in earnest.

"Oh, no, is he that bad?" Lea whispered fearfully, sitting up on her elbow. "We knew Kel was sick -- when we take the boys to visit your mother, he's usually in bed --"

"But we didn't know he'd gotten worse!" added Ohana, touching a paw to her mouth.

Kilyan nodded darkly. "The usual remedy isn't working, though my father is trying to pretend everything's fine. I told my mother I would travel to the sun village. Ask the sorcerer Zaldon for help. He's an old friend of my father's."

"My uncle," said Ohana, smiling a twisted a smile. "Yes, Uncle Zaldon can heal any sickness and then some. It would be wonderful to see him! I haven't seen him since -- well, since I met you." Ohana smiled up at her husband, and Kilyan blushed just remembering that day: Ohana had taken his virginity.

"When will you leave?" Lea wondered sadly.

"As soon as I can. We mustn't tell my father or your father, Lea: my father doesn't want me to go, and I'm sure Loryn would try to stop me for him."

"I'm sure he would," Lea agreed, reflecting that her father was as protective of Kilyan as Kel was.

"Does Loryn know how sick my father is?"

"I don't think so," said Lea, shaking her head. "I think he thinks Kel just has a little cold."

"Good," said Kilyan. "Then maybe I can get away before Loryn tries to stop me. I'll ask Keeno to come with me --"

"Zalia's not going to like that," said Ohana with a laugh. "You ruin her sex life enough as it is."

Lea laughed too, and Kilyan saw his wives touch paws and share a laugh as they thought, no doubt, of all the times Zalia had publicly beaten her brother out of her hut with whatever she happened to be holding at the time.

"It shouldn't take long to get there," Kilyan said thoughtfully. "But with all the snow . . . that would probably set us back."

"Aren't you going to take someone besides Keeno?" Ohana scolded.

"Ohana, we have to leave in secret!" Kilyan said. "I can't be seen marching from the village with a party of five. And besides, what is there to fear: lone wolves are scarce during the winter."

"That's a blessing," said Lea, and Kilyan was saddened when she kissed him urgently on the chest: she was frightened for him. And glancing down at Ohana, he saw that she was frightened too!

"Oh, my Lea . . . my Ohana," Kilyan whispered, squeezing his wives tightly in his arms and kissing each of their heads. "I will come back to you. I swear it. The plague couldn't keep me away!"

He was happy when his wives seemed a little comforted. And he started telling them of all the pretty things he'd buy them in the markets of the sun village: all the necklaces and shawls, all the little spices and herbs and things imported from across the sea. He saw their minds put somewhat at ease and was glad.

"And just think," went on Kilyan, "Zaldon can just transport us back magically: we won't even have to travel back!"

"And you'll see Julyan!" said Lea happily. "Please tell Lavender Eyes I said hello!"

Kilyan closed his eyes happily. "Of course."

"And will you bring us expensive mane brushes?" Ohana asked brightly. "Ones made of silver?"

"I'll bring you mane brushes made of gold if they have them!" Kilyan said, and jerked Ohana playfully in his big arm, making her laughter vibrate against him.

"Kilyan," Lea said with a happy sigh, "you're too good to us."

"I know," said Kilyan, lifting his eyebrows and closing his eyes.

His wives laughed at this teasing and drummed their little fists on his chest in mock indignation. Kilyan laughed under the soft little strikes and returned kisses for blows, burying his kisses first in Lea's neck and then Ohana's. And soon, he felt their paws roaming all over his body: over his chest, over his thighs, fondling at his balls, and then they were taking turns stroking his cock. Kilyan groaned and closed his eyes.

"Let's give him something to remember, Lea," Kilyan heard Ohana whisper.

"Yes, something so juicy he'll be pining for us!" Lea whispered back.

Kilyan knew what that meant and went stiff as he felt his wives' tongues stroking hot on either side of his cock. It almost amused him: he could tell which tongue belonged to which wife. Ohana's tongue stroked him in long, forceful strokes that nearly shoved his dick around, but Lea's licks were light and swift, as if she was tasting him. This wet caressing of their tongues sent Kilyan into a fit of ecstasy. His toes curled and he knew he was blushing and he couldn't stop whimpering and moaning no matter how hard he bit his lip. Their tongues slobbered all over his shaft, slowly greasing it until it was so slippery it was sliding all around against his belly, and then he went wild when they pulled back and started licking hungrily at the head of his cock. He was throbbing so thick now that he could take it no more and one of them, sensing this, closed their mouth over him and sucked. This was too much after the slow torture of being licked so deliciously: Kilyan exploded. He heard the gulping and knew it was Ohana who had taken his cock in her mouth, and as he lay there breathless, his chest heaving, he saw his wives smiling down at him.

"Think he'll remember that?" Lea wondered with a grin.

"If not, we have all afternoon to give him other memories," Ohana returned.

Kilyan took his wives by surprise, suddenly tackling them in his arms to the bed. They giggled as he pinned them down, and he whispered to them, "I'll give you something to remember!" Kilyan started massaging their breasts and sucking at their nipples, and as he took turns fucking them, their screams of ecstasy filled the hut.