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Chapter 6: Get Used to It

The next morning, Kilyan was sharply awakened by several light little slaps across his face. He opened his eyes groggily and his heart sank all over again. For a moment, he had thought he was at home in his bed with his wives, but he realized with a start that he was looking up into Tyne's smiling blue eyes. Tyne jerked Kilyan roughly to his feet and prodded him down to the bottom of the hill, where Keeno was already standing among their captors with the bluish-silver female and her pup. The female and her pup were hoisted over two different shoulders when Kilyan and Tyne reached the others. And they set out again the same way they had the day before: the two wolves holding the female and her pup marched in front while the other two and Tyne marched behind Kilyan and Keeno with their crossbows trained on them.

Kilyan felt dismal as they steadily marched to the west, as the sacred memorial stones and the distant cliff faded out of sight behind them. They were traveling toward the western shore, he knew, for he could smell the sea on the breeze, and then he heard the cry of seagulls, the dull crash of waves in the distance. And soon, the beach was taking shape up ahead. Kilyan saw a massive boat waiting in the shallows, long and low. A merchant's ship. Kilyan was not surprised: merchants pulled up at the shore to sell in the markets of the sun village all the time. So these rough, scarred wolves were nothing more than merchants and sailors! And it all suddenly made sense to Kilyan: the female and her pup were runaways who had stowed away on the ship and had been discovered. They had managed to flee into the wasteland only to be captured again. And the merchants, seeing the opportunity to capture more slaves and sell them to their chieftess, had captured Kilyan and Keeno! Kilyan ground his teeth, cursing himself that all of this had happened.

Aboard the ship, more of the same dark gray wolves greeted the new comers. Like Kilyan's captors, they wore golden earrings and had symbols burned into their fur. Most of them carried daggers in their belts or swords on their hips, and they leered at Kilyan and Keeno and the female with her pup as they were brought on board.

Kilyan had never been on a ship before, though he had glimpsed them down at the docks seven years ago when he'd stayed in the sun village. He could not stop staring in every direction at the sails, at the rigging, and firmly ignored it when he received a rough clap or a pinch on the buttocks. He was grudgingly grateful to Tyne when the fanged wolf admonished Kilyan's molesters. He even saw Tyne punch one male to the ground and no one bothered Kilyan after that.

Kilyan and the others were taken below deck to a tiny cabin where Kilyan saw sleeping furs spread on the floor. Ah, so they would get to rest! He was glad of this, for they had been walking all day and had not eaten. But his heart leapt at the sight of stakes in the ground. There were four of these stakes in the floor at each corner of each bed and ropes trailed from them. Kilyan groaned and knew not to feel relieved when his wrists were cut free: he was shoved down on one of the beds and his wrists and ankles were bound to the stakes until he was spread-eagle on his back. Oh, this was dismal. Anyone could molest him in this way: his legs were so wide apart that his buttocks were spread and it would have been an easy thing to reach under and fondle his tight opening. And his penis, still hard in its unsatisfied craving, was lying there against his stomach, open to all manner of torture. He tried to move his arms and legs but it was quite impossible: they were stretched taunt. He was like a five-point star laying there. He relaxed in his ropes, miserably resigned: even if he broke free, where would he run to?

Kilyan watched as Keeno, miserably resigned as well, was tied down on one side of him. And then the same was done to the female on his other side. Where her child was, Kilyan hadn't a clue. After they boarded the ship, he hadn't seen the pup again. The female was crying dismally because of this, and one of the wolves who were tying her down gave her a kiss on the cheek before he left her.

The three of them were left alone in the gloomy room, a stream of sunlight filtering in through a round portal of a window. It was cold here and barren, like a storage room.

Lying there staring at the curtain in the doorway a long time, Kilyan realized that they were finally being left alone! This was the perfect time to talk to the female slave.

"Hey! Miss? What is your name?"

"What are you doing, Kilyan?" Keeno demanded wearily.

But Kilyan kept calling, "Miss! Miss!"

The female kept sniffling, but she looked around at Kilyan.

"What is going to happen to us?" Kilyan asked. "When we reached the moon village?"

The female looked at Kilyan with round sable eyes. Kilyan could see that she was baffled, and he realized for the first time that she didn't speak his language. It seemed only Tyne spoke it fluently. Kilyan dropped his head against his sheets and felt a wave of frustration, but he tried again. This might be his one chance to gather information, and this female had escaped once, after all. Maybe she could tell him how she'd managed it.

"My name is Kilyan," he told the baffled female. "Kilyan?"

She blinked at him and repeated his name, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Yes, that's right!"

"Kilyan, shut up!" moaned Keeno miserably. "She doesn't know what you're saying!"

"Doesn't know what you're saying," repeated the female in her shrill little voice, and Keeno groaned.

But Kilyan was determined. He pointed at himself and repeated his name. "Me Kilyan! Kilyan!"

The female lifted her eyebrows as if it had dawned on her. She smiled through her tears -- a lovely smile, Kilyan thought. Then she rambled something off in her language, and jerking her bound wrist against the stake, she pointed down at herself and whispered, "Me Yana."

"Your name is Yana? Yana?" repeated Kilyan eagerly.

The bluish-silver female beamed, her tail twitching under her happily, but Keeno only groaned again.

"Kilyan? What the fuck is knowing her name going to do for us?" Keeno demanded.

Kilyan rolled his eyes and jerked his head at Keeno and said, "He Keeno." He made a sour face and the female giggled.

"You Kilyan," she whispered, smiling at him. "He Keeno. Me Yana. Me child -- Yuri."

"Your daughter's name is Yuri?" Kilyan whispered excitedly. She understood him! He saw the female frown and realized he had probably spoken too quickly: his language was probably quick jabber to her as certainly as hers was to him. He tried again more slowly: "You daughter Yuri?"

The female seemed to understand this time. She smiled. Kilyan felt relieved. At least she understood broken bits of his language if not all of it.

Blood rushing through his veins, Kilyan thought furiously now. He wanted to ask the female so many questions! But he didn't know how to break them down. He looked at her in earnest and whispered, "You escape once?"

She nodded sadly and tears clung to her thick lashes.

"How?"

Yana opened her mouth to answer, but her eyes darted to the curtain in the doorway and she gasped. Kilyan followed her gaze and his teeth clenched when he saw Tyne standing there watching them. Tyne's bulk filled the doorway as he stood there, one paw on his belt, the other holding the curtain aside. Yana was frozen with fear, her sable eyes large. Kilyan watched Tyne move toward her and silently cursed him. He had been so close!

A sharp slap cut the air as Yana was struck across her face. Tyne was kneeling over her, shaking his head at her in a scolding way. Yana was trembling all over. And suddenly, Tyne lifted her by the thighs and thrust himself inside of her. Her shapely little legs trembled and she screamed -- not in agony but in ecstasy! Kilyan couldn't look away. Tyne ripped one of Yana's legs free of its stake, and then placing it on his shoulder, he started fucking her vigorously. Yana's back arched against the sheets, and with her breasts thrust at the ceiling, they jiggled each time he slammed into her. Her mouth was opened wide and she was screaming, gasping, her little shrill noises of delight filling the room until Kilyan's dick was painfully hard watching this vigorous fuck. He could see Yana's pink pussy lips clinging to Tyne's thick cock, could see Tyne's cock sliding in her juices as he pressed himself to her thigh. And those perky little breasts just kept bouncing as she screamed -- "Ah! Ah -- ah -- ah --!" And then Kilyan heard her jibber something in her language and she was slapped again. Tyne fucked her so hard she was creaking in the ropes, and when he had come inside of her, he sagged over her breasts and sucked them, rolling his tongue over the nipples and sighing, but his blue eyes were fixed on Kilyan.

Kilyan bit his lip and looked away. Oh, god, he was next. He heard Yana's muffled little cries as a gag was tied in her mouth, heard her choke out another scream as she was again slapped, and then he felt Tyne's cold shadow fall over him. Kilyan lie very still in his ropes, then looked slowly and deliberately into Tyne's smiling blue eyes. He glowered. Tyne was standing there stroking his own cock. It was painfully hard, even after he'd just come inside of Yana. Kilyan went tense with anger as Tyne knelt over him, still stroking his cock, drinking in Kilyan's body. Kilyan wanted to close his eyes, but he knew it would only earn him a slap. Then when Tyne closed his eyes and groaned, he realized what was about to happen here. His heart beat hard in his chest and he pulled his lips in, he closed his eyes, and he heard the spurt. The wet slap of Tyne's juices hit Kilyan across his mouth, his nose, his lashes. He shuddered. Oh, god, why had they been caught talking to each other! And then he felt Tyne unbinding his ropes. His eyes snapped open and he tried in disgust to blink the hot cum away but it clung to his lashes. Tyne was untying Kilyan's ankles! When they were free, he daren't move. Tyne stood watching him a moment, then knelt and started untying his wrists.

"Since you're so determined to escape, my dark lovely," Tyne whispered, "I shall just have to make you sleep in my cabin tonight."

Kilyan's heart hammered and he had to hold back the sudden urge to twist and fight. He bit his lip instead and sputtered when he tasted Tyne's juices seeping into his mouth. Tyne only laughed.

"You'd better get used to it. The chieftess likes to see males cum on each other. Likes to see them swallow too. Maybe I'll have to teach you how. Yes, maybe."

Kilyan ground his teeth to hear those things, but he realized that he was completely unbound for the first time. Dare he try to fight? But he had to remind himself where he was: he was in the hull of a ship out in the middle of the sea, hopelessly outnumbered -- and Keeno was still bound on the floor. His helplessness washed over him again as he was pulled by the arm to his feet, and Tyne laughed shrewdly, as if he had read these furious thoughts in Kilyan's eyes.

"Fold your paws behind your back," Tyne whispered in Kilyan's ear, and Kilyan did as he was told, hating himself for ever getting captured like this.

Holding Kilyan's wrists in one beefy paw, Tyne marched Kilyan from the cabin and up the shadowy hall to another. This cabin was considerably larger. It was more like a bedroom and less like a cold storage room, as the other room had felt. Kilyan saw a bed and a low basin to bathe in. A small fire was glowing near the basin atop a little mound of sand. Rocks surrounded this little fire. To Kilyan's surprise, he was shoved toward the wash basin and made to lie back in the water. He couldn't believe it. He was sure a rape had been coming and probably still was. But the water felt deliciously cool and he felt so warm after being in that cold storage room on the floor and he was so tired after the long day of walking. He closed his eyes and almost would have gone to sleep except he kept hearing Tyne moving around the room. He shook himself and opened his eyes again, watching Tyne warily. But Tyne was only standing beside the bed, unbuckling his belt and letting his hip bag fall to the floor. Those blue eyes were fixed with quiet hunger on Kilyan, and Kilyan jolted angrily and looked away. He heard Tyne chuckle, and then he was kneeling beside the basin. Kilyan watched in amazement as Tyne started massaging his chest with a washcloth as tenderly as if they could have been lovers.

"You really are a proud thing," whispered Tyne, rubbing soap into the washcloth and smoothing it over Kilyan's chest, down his belly. Kilyan felt the washcloth rubbing over his hard cock and stiffened. Oh, god, he was going to come in the water! He held back, gritting his teeth as Tyne kept massaging him, his blue eyes fixed on Kilyan's face. God, he hated him! But the gentle caressing continued for so long that Kilyan was soon out of breath, and then Tyne abruptly stopped his advances and rubbed more soap into the washcloth. Kilyan sank back in the water, miserable, his dick still upright in a silent plea.

"Such a proud thing," Tyne repeated, shaking his head. "And so shameless. You looked me right in the eye when I caught you trying to talk to Yana. Right in the eye. You might as well have spit in my face." He laughed to himself and started soaping Kilyan's chest again in small circles. "But you know, you can not look at the chieftess that way without suffering. And, yes, she will make you suffer for it. She'll find out what you hate the most and have it done to you -- and it won't be hard to make you suffer, my pretty dark thing. You like pussy, don't you? I can tell. So with just about everything that's going to happen to you for her pleasure, you'll be suffering anyway."

Kilyan squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to hear these things. He wanted to tell Tyne to shut the fuck up, to leave him alone or he would rip his head off, but he just slumped miserably in the water and closed his eyes as that washcloth gently wiped the cum from his face. He felt it being brushed from his lashes, and then Tyne was kissing him on the cheek, soft tender kisses that sent a thrill of pleasure through Kilyan's cock. How often had his wives kissed him in this way? He held back a miserable moan and heard Tyne sigh.

"It's just that," said Tyne when Kilyan looked at him, "I wish I could keep you for myself. I wish I could be your master!"

Kilyan almost cringed in disgust to see those eyes looking at him with such longing, such desire. Oh, god, he wanted to die . . . . And then Tyne was stroking his mane and kissing him fervently on the lips. Kilyan was utterly sick of this suddenly. He pulled his lips in and glowered at Tyne and didn't care if he was smacked. To his surprise, Tyne only laughed at his defiance.

"So you don't want my kisses, do you?" Tyne said, and he lifted Kilyan's arm above his head, and Kilyan could not hold back a blush when he realized his underarm was being scrubbed. Tyne moved around the basin and did the same to the other arm, scrubbing it briskly underneath, and then Kilyan was told to stand in the water with his legs wide apart. He did as he was told, but feeling bold now that he had successfully managed to avoid more kissing, he cupped his balls and covered them as Tyne started washing him quickly between his buttocks. He closed his eyes at this humiliation: being scrubbed under his tail roughly with a washcloth! And then he have a shocked grunt when he felt Tyne lift his tail and give his anus a little lick. Kilyan twisted around and glowered at him, forcing his tail back down.

Tyne only laughed, as usual.

"You know, as I told you before, you might as well get used to this treatment. You're going to have to fuck males for the chieftess' pleasure -- no, you're so pretty that you'll probably be fucked by them. All sorts of things will be done to you, and there won't be anything you can do about it."

Kilyan closed his eyes. He wished Tyne would just shut up. And then his eyes flew open as he was jerked out of the washbasin by the arm. He was shoved down roughly on the bed. Kilyan had barely caught his breath when Tyne was on top of him, kissing him again. Kilyan squirmed without even thinking. Hell, he was free now and no one was in the room and he felt bold now that he realized how much Tyne wanted him, longed for him. He grabbed Tyne by the shoulders and forced him away, but Tyne grabbed Kilyan by the wrists and pinned him down. Tyne was taller than Kilyan and heavier and he took full advantage of this: he laid the length of his body on top of Kilyan, held his wrists down above his head, and started kissing him all over his face. Still feeling bold and defiant, Kilyan squirmed under these kisses, rocking his head from side to side, even bucking his hips against Tyne, but Tyne kept up his tender little kisses until his lips found Kilyan's and he sucked. Kilyan groaned as Tyne's tongue filled his mouth. Tyne kissed him hungrily and deeply, sometimes pulling back to slurp at the inside of Kilyan's lips as if he was tasting him, then sinking his tongue in again. Kilyan choked, angrily determined not to enjoy what was happening to him, but Tyne was a very good kisser. His lips and tongue worked Kilyan ceaselessly, deliberately, with a power that soon had Kilyan weak and gasping and breathless.

Tyne pulled back and smiled that Kilyan seemed tired now. "There's nothing you can do about it, I tell you," he whispered in Kilyan's ear and kissed his cheek. "Why don't you pretend I'm your wife? That might make things easier for you."

Still breathless and weak, Kilyan's chest heaved angrily.

Tyne laughed. "Or you can keep struggling and fighting and it will make your life with the chieftess a living hell. This I promise you."

Lying there pinned down to the sheets, Kilyan forced himself to relax. He looked up into Tyne's face and realized again how friendly, how handsome it was. He realized for the first time that he could talk to Tyne: Tyne probably wanted him to. He could ask Tyne anything he wanted to know and Tyne would tell him. Tyne seemed to enjoy talking to him after all.

"Why does your chieftess like seeing males together?" Kilyan asked carefully, as if he was testing the waters.

Tyne grinned. "Because she does. And a male as stunning as you? You are sure to please her. And I am sure to get a fair amount in exchange for you."

Kilyan seethed. He knew it must've shown in his eyes because Tyne laughed at him.

"My pretty little proud one, so determined to go home. You'll probably go home. I've seen it happen plenty of times. It's not that hard. Little Yana managed to escape with her daughter after all. And it was only when we arrived here that we even knew she was on the ship. We probably would have just let her go, but she is the chief's favorite pet. The village was charged to bring her back on pain of death if she was spotted."

Kilyan lay there beneath Tyne in thought. One question, he had asked, and Tyne had given him so much back! Kilyan closed his eyes as Tyne started kissing his face again, but he realized if he could keep Tyne talking that maybe he could keep his eventual rape at bay. After all, Tyne seemed to like it when Kilyan spoke to him: his ears pricked forward eagerly, as if he was hungrily drinking in the sound of Kilyan's voice. As Kilyan was thinking furiously of something else to ask, he gasped to feel Tyne's paw close over his balls and start caressing. He shivered and wanted to clench his thighs shut -- and then he realized one of his wrists was free. He made a sudden move, but Tyne was quick: he pinned Kilyan's wrists again and leaning back a little, he started sucking at Kilyan's dark nipple. Kilyan groaned. God, this male couldn't keep his paws off him! It was maddening!

"What -- is the chieftess -- what's she like?" Kilyan stammered, trying to hold back a gasp when Tyne reached down and started stroking his cock. Oh, no, not this torture again -- and Tyne wasn't even answering now! Tyne wasn't even listening! Kilyan slouched weakly and a whimper escaped before he could stop himself. Tyne had let Kilyan's wrists go and was kissing him all over his chest now. The kisses were traveling down and down. Then as Kilyan realized what was about to happen, he sat up and covered himself, letting out a growl. Tyne laughed at him and shoved him back down, and before Kilyan could protest again, he felt Tyne's mouth close over his cock.

Tynedevoured Kilyan's cock, taking it all the way into his mouth until it was nudging the back of his throat. He did this in quick strokes, gulping as he worked, slurping with his tongue. Kilyan was beside himself. He writhed and moaned in protest, then was paralyzed by his building passion. He sat up on his elbow and fumbled to make Tyne stop, but Tyne worked faster now and soon Kilyan felt it happen: his dick flinched and released in Tyne's mouth. Kilyan sagged in the sheets at this delicious release, hating himself that he had let it happen. And then to his horror, Tyne was massaging him again, stroking him again into a hard-on.

Kilyan sat up with a growl. No, that was it! He'd had enough of being molested and raped like some kind of little plaything! But even as he was lunging at Tyne, Tyne grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Kilyan struggled behind the kiss but was soon being pressed down on the bed again, kissed hungrily and deeply even as his dick was being massaged. He felt his passion mounting again and shuddered behind the kiss, but he managed to throw Tyne off. A sudden slap came down hard across his face. He collapsed on the sheets. Then he was turned onto his stomach, he felt his buttocks opened wide, and Tyne's cock crammed fast inside.

Kilyan moaned, whimpering into the sheets. It hurt, but he was still surprised by how little. Even after that dizzying slap across his face, he still found the strength to struggle and buck, but Tyne wrapped him in his arms from behind, and as Tyne's big cock was ramming into him again and again, as Tyne's fierce kisses showered his neck and his cheek, Kilyan asked himself what he was doing. There was no point fighting Tyne here. He was defeated. He sagged miserably in Tyne's tight embrace and Tyne laughed in his ear and whispered to him, "That's it, my dark lovely. Yield. Not yielding will only cause you more pain."

Kilyan bowed his head as he hung suspended in Tyne's strong arms taking this pounding, and he silently thanked god they were alone in this room and there was no one to witness his humiliation.

When Tyne had come with a strained gasp in Kilyan's ear, Kilyan was allowed to collapse on the bed, where he bit his lip and held back a sob. He heard Tyne panting and realized he was gasping too. And then Tyne was stroking his mane, brushing it back from his shoulders.

"You really are a proud thing. You're more frightened of the humiliation than the pain. If you just gave over to it, it would be much easier for you. What happened, pretty dark thing? You yielded readily enough back in your homeland."

Kilyan said nothing and lay there gasping in the pillows, trying to ignore the dull ache in his anus and resisting the urge to massage that pain away. He heard Tyne moving around the room and knew he had gone over to the fire. The sudden stench of smoke filled the room, and when Tyne lay on the bed beside Kilyan, Kilyan saw he was smoking a pipe.

Tyne rested back in the pillows, one leg bent and the other stretched out. Kilyan could see his cock lying soft but still rather large against his thigh. His leg was bent almost as if he was displaying his cock to Kilyan. Kilyan really studied him for the first time. He was such a thickly built wolf and tall. That was where his power was -- he was stocky. And his dark gray fur and mane looked so soft, but Kilyan knew they were bristly and rough. He sat there puffing on the pipe, that long fang curling down over his lip, and Kilyan marveled that he could possess such a fang and still be a good kisser. Kilyan's eyes traveled from Tyne's long tooth to his eyes, and he realized with a flush that the blue eyes were fixed as ever in amusement on him. He looked angrily away.

"You know, I think you only stopped yielding because you found yourself alone with me, is that it? Yes, I think that's it. You figured you could resist my advances if I was alone, and I proved you wrong, didn't I? But here's some advice: never try to resist the chieftess. Because she'll give you over to her husband the chief and no one wants that. He's a real brute: rapes his slaves mercilessly. Why do you think little Yana ran away?"

Kilyan stared at him, unable to believe what he was hearing, that Tyne was talking to him as casually as if he hadn't just raped him!

"And another thing," Tyne went on, "this language we're speaking now? Don't speak it when we reach the moon village. It's forbidden. And you'll be publicly whipped if you get caught. Why do I speak your language fluently? I'm a merchant. I have to be able to. But when I get home again, it's back to my own tongue. You may learn our tongue, I don't know. You probably won't though: slaves are generally supposed to be silent. But I like talking to you. You have a voice that's very . . . sweet. Boyish, I would say." He steadied the pipe with his tongue and clacked it in his teeth as he smiled at Kilyan.

Kilyan closed his eyes, wishing Tyne would shut the hell up. Why did he have to talk so much? But then he reflected that it was better to lie here quietly and listen to Tyne ramble than have him ramming that big cock in his ass.

"Such a lovely thing, you are. I want you to lay a certain way. Sit up on your elbows and stretch your legs out behind you -- the idea is I want to see your ass cheeks flexing."

Kilyan lay there staring at him and didn't move. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. What the hell was he anyway? Just this bastard's piece of flesh? But when he received a playfully clap on his buttocks, he did what he was told. He rose up on his elbows and pressed his stomach into the sheets, pointing his toes and stretching his legs out behind him. He knew his buttocks were flexing from this stretch and he flushed angrily when he saw Tyne's eyes drink him in and that painfully thick cock stand upright.

"Yes, lovely. Good god. I figured you'd been raped before. Who could resist this?"

Kilyan stiffened angrily when he felt Tyne smooth his paw up and down his hard thigh.

Tyne glanced up into Kilyan's angry eyes and chuckled. "There you go again, looking for all the world as if you want to rip my dick off and feed it to me. But you know, you can't look at the chieftess like that. You simply can not. You'll see what I mean the first time you do it. And why the hell should you be angry? I haven't really harmed your body, just your pride. You should be flattered that I find you so goddamned attractive. Look at you! And if you're really so determined to get home -- you will."

Kilyan was surprised when Tyne cupped his face and peered very tenderly -- even sympathetically! -- into his eyes. He felt something in him soften, and when Tyne leaned over to kiss him, he didn't resist.

"There you go. That's wonderful. You're yielding again already," said Tyne with a nod of approval. "Gorgeous little thing, you. If you do everything I say, I'll give some relief to that." He nodded, and Kilyan knew he was jerking his head at his cock, which was throbbing hard beneath him. "I'll let Yana sit on you until you come. That will be your relief. Your reward."

Kilyan said nothing and stared dismally at the sheets. Did he really think he cared about getting pussy? He wanted to go home! His father was sick and needed healing magic, and here he was on a ship sailing for the moon village, lying in some merchant's bed and being raped by him.

Kilyan must've looked utterly miserable, for Tyne lifted his face by the chin and gazed sadly into his eyes.

"Damn, I must be getting soft to feel so sorry for you! I've taken plenty of wolves across the sea as love slaves. But you." Tyne shook his head, amazed with himself. "You're the first one I wished I could send back. Hell, I'd even keep you for myself for a while, just never take you to the chieftess in the first place, and then let you go. Except I need the profits."

Kilyan watched with dull anger as Tyne sat back in the pillows again and puffed on his pipe.

"And those eyes," Tyne whispered, watching Kilyan. "Those lovely green eyes. I wish I could keep you. I really do. Ah, well."

Kilyan's heart leapt when Tyne set the pipe in a holder on the bedside table and turned to him. Kilyan was pushed onto his back and kissed deeply. He choked. Tyne now tasted like smoke. And then he felt Tyne caressing his organ again, squeezing it even as it throbbed in his paw.

"I'll give some relief to this, but first, you have to do what I say. You have to learn these things anyway, before we reach the village."

Kilyan lay there in misery. Oh, god, what things!

"I'll only teach you one thing tonight, you look so tired." Tyne sat back in the pillows again and spread his knees wide, then Kilyan saw him take his own hard cock in his paw, and he whispered, "Suck this."

Kilyan only stared in amazement. He would die first!

Tyne laughed at Kilyan's reaction. "Suck this or I'll pin you down and cram it in your mouth. Which is it gonna be?"

The very thought of being held down while Tyne forced his cock in Kilyan's mouth horrified him. He got up at once and crawled across the furs and he felt dismal when he found his head between Tyne's thighs. He stared down at Tyne's massive cock. It was upright and throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. It twitched a little in its rigid anticipation and it was pulsing with veins. But the smell wasn't bad at all. It was a wild scent, though soft against Kilyan's nose, not harsh.

"Cover your teeth with your lips," Tyne quietly instructed, "and take it in your mouth."

Kilyan darted Tyne a glare, but did as he was told. Tyne's dick was so big his lips soon felt sore as he worked his mouth up and down. Tyne's cock tasted salty and it was hot in his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and wanted to die when he heard Tyne give a little delighted grunt. What would Keeno think if he could see this? Or his fellow warriors back home? Or -- oh, god! -- his parents, his wives. He felt the tears pouring down his face and paused as if he couldn't go on, but Tyne told him softly not to stop and even told him to use his tongue more. Kilyan sobbed around Tyne's cock now but obeyed. God, this wasn't happening. He struggled to flex his tongue but Tyne was so big in his mouth he didn't think he could. He felt his own slobber spilling over his lips as he continued his long, slow sucks, wishing with each one that he was dead.

"Faster," Tyne whispered, and Kilyan felt him touch his head.

Kilyan whimpered miserably again but complied: he worked his head up and down faster and faster and was disgusted when Tyne started shifting in excitement, when Tyne started grunting and groaning, when his chest started heaving. The fact that he was giving Tyne so much pleasure horrified him and he wept. And then the thing he'd been dreading happened at last: Tyne's dick flinched and he spilled his juices in Kilyan's mouth with a cry. Kilyan pulled away at once, sputtering in horror, in disgust, but his face was grabbed and he was ordered to swallow. Kilyan miserably obeyed and hated Tyne when he started kissing at his tears. He slumped into the sheets and wept. Oh, god, how had things come to this? To thus utter degradation?

After a pause, Kilyan felt Tyne holding him to his chest, kissing his mane, and then Tyne was whispering in his ear. "You're going to have to do that plenty enough for the chieftess. You might as well get used to it."

Kilyan sobbed brokenly. He couldn't help it. This was worse than being raped by the lone wolf. He'd rather be in pain than be humiliated like this! He wanted to shove Tyne off, wanted to whirl and punch him, but he felt weak and tired and just sagged into the pillows as Tyne held him. And then he realized a blanket was being pulled over on top of them, and that Tyne was reaching around, stroking lovingly at Kilyan's cock, whispering in his ear for him to just relax now and sleep.

"Just go to sleep, lovely thing," Tyne whispered soothingly in Kilyan's ear. "Tomorrow there will be other lessons but tonight just sleep."

Other lessons? Kilyan sobbed harder, but Tyne kept up his loving kisses, kept his arms tight around Kilyan until he sobbed himself to sleep.