Chapter 10: After the Storm
#10 of The Mating Season 3
Chapter 10: After the Storm
Two wolves stood on the beach together, happy that the storm was at last retreating. They watched the gray clouds clearing and white streams of sunlight reaching through, and they smiled when a rainbow appeared on the horizon, stretching over a cloud and disappearing behind another. One wolf was very tall and bulging with muscles. He was white and he had his big arm around the smaller of the two -- a wolf only a few feet shorter who was a pale silver in color. They stood side bye side, silently rejoicing to see the storm retreating, for they had been planning a picnic for weeks only to have a sudden winter storm sweep down on the sea.
The silver wolf glanced up happily at his white lover. "See? I knew it wouldn't last long!" He nestled his head in his lover's shoulder and smiled. He had a long silvery mane and tail, and peering out from his thick, pale lashes were the most beautiful lavender blue eyes. On his arm he carried a picnic basket.
"All right then, you were right," said the white male. He clapped his companion playfully on the buttocks and turned away. He had a few blankets thrown over his shoulder and he smiled to himself as he walked up the beach against the wind, then spread them on the sand. He was a huge wolf, handsome and strong, close to eight feet tall. On his forearms were the black leather cuffs of a fully trained sorcerer, in his ear was the earring of a winter wolf, and on his forehead, the mark of the sorcerer had been burned. The mark was hardly noticeable, however, for the white wolf's mane had a way of always falling across his eyes.
The silver wolf watched in amusement as his lover stretched out on the blankets, putting his paws behind his head, closing his eyes, and smiling. He grinned and hurried to lay beside him. The white wolf put his arm around him again, and they continued watching the storm folding back from the sea. A gentle breeze was pushing along now, dragging their manes across their faces.
"But I still say," said the white wolf, "that it was ridiculous, trying to plan a picnic down here in the winter. You never know when a storm --"
"Oh, Zaldon!" cried the silver wolf. "You know I'm always on patrol and I never get to come down here anymore --"
"I know, Julyan, I know --"
"And I just love being with you. Alone with you."
Zaldon chuckled. "Yes, my wives never seem to give us a moment's peace. But at least they're not fucking me. You have this all to yourself." So saying, Zaldon placed Julyan's paw on his cock and squeezed it.
Julyan blushed furiously. "Zaldon! Not down here on the beach --!"
"Why not?" said Zaldon playfully. "No one's looking!" He pulled Julyan toward him with a moan and started kissing his neck.
Julyan stammered and felt himself getting hard. Zaldon was always so demanding, always so hungry for him, and those big arms trapping him even as he moaned and protested had all the blood rushing already to his cock. But, god, not in public like this! Zaldon was so shameless!
"Zaldon -- anyone could be watching us --"
"Let them watch," Zaldon moaned between kisses, and now he started stroking Julyan's cock.
Julyan shuddered under this forceful kissing and caressing. "God, Zaldon, whenever you get horny you practically rape me!" He laughed.
"Mmm, and you love it every time!"
Zaldon climbed on top of Julyan and started kissing all over his face, down his neck, his chest, and Julyan lay under him helplessly blushing, squirming, moaning that Zaldon's caresses on his cock were exquisite. Such big paws and yet so gentle! Julyan soon found himself sinking in the blankets as Zaldon's kisses traveled quick and hot down his belly, between his bent knees. That hot mouth closed over Julyan and he cried out, almost as if he really had not expected to find Zaldon's mouth there.
Julyan squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh, someone could come along -- Zaldon, no . . ."
"Yes . . ." Zaldon moaned between sucks.
"Zaldon!" Julyan scolded, but his head feel back, and he muttered weakly above the sucking noises, "Oh, god, that feels good . . ."
Zaldon's head continued working up and down between Julyan's knees. Suddenly ravenous, he put Julyan's legs on his shoulders and yanked him close. Julyan laughed as he was so playfully dragged down the blankets, but he moaned again when Zaldon's insistent mouth enclosed him.
"Come here, my Lavender Eyes," Zaldon whispered, pulling Julyan up. "I want you to come in my paw today!"
Feeling weak, Julyan let Zaldon guide him to his paw and knees. In mere seconds, that big cock crammed inside. Julyan closed his eyes and groaned as Zaldon entered him slowly, moving hot against him, reaching around to caress his cock. Rocking under the thrusts, Julyan's head fell forward, and he whispered, "Zaldon, I could kill you! Taking me like this in public -- Oh, god . . . ah . . .!"
Julyan felt Zaldon's dick swelling inside of him and knew he was using his magic to do it. He would pull himself out a little, let himself swell thicker, and then push himself back in, slowly sliding himself deeper. And Julyan moaned with each swelling, loving it when Zaldon gave his cock a hard caress all the way to the head and back to the base. Zaldon was stroking him so exquisitely that he started to gasp in a frantic sort of way, until finally, he choked as he felt it: he came in Zaldon's paw, spurting his juices over the big white fingers.
Trembling, Julyan collapsed to the blankets, and Zaldon collapsed beside him, kissing him on the neck, brushing aside his mane. They both lay there in the weak, pale sunlight, happily feeling the cool sea breeze ruffling their hot fur.
"I love making my Lavender Eyes come," Zaldon whispered in Julyan's ear and kissed his cheek. "I love giving you pleasure."
Julyan smiled, content to feel Zaldon's big, warm body pressed against him. "But did you have to do it in public?" he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Anyone could have come along! But god, the way you fuck me, I'm starting not to care!"
Zaldon chuckled. "It's better than doing it at home with my three wives listening in the other room."
"As if we're never forced to listen to them," Julyan said. "I don't think my bananas are really being used for their porridge."
"What gave you that idea?" laughed Zaldon.
"But it doesn't matter," Julyan said, rolling on his back to look at his lover, "because I'd do anything to be with you."
Zaldon smiled warmly at him, and they kissed.
"Oh, no, not again!" Julyan laughed when Zaldon started kissing his neck in a sudden frenzy. He felt Zaldon's cock getting hard against him.
"Yes, again. And again," whispered Zaldon between kisses, "and again . . ."
Julyan laughed and kissed Zaldon back now, but they both froze when they heard a scream. They looked around. Two figures were down on the beach, lying among some driftwood. The smaller figure was wailing, screaming. The larger figure just lay quietly. Zaldon and Julyan scrambled up and hurried down the beach. The figures were a female and her pup! Both had the same beautiful bluish-silver fur.
When the child saw two great wolves approaching, she screamed and scrambled back, splashing and kicking, but Julyan told her softly that he wouldn't hurt her. She didn't seem to understand and rubbed her eyes, crying wretchedly. Julyan carefully took her in his arms, and as he started rocking her, her wailing turned to quiet sobbing. She was such a thin thing and so small. Julyan kissed her head, whispering words of comfort.
The mother was lying there very still, her eyes closed. She was on her stomach and her bluish mane was half-draped across her face. Julyan watched as Zaldon knelt beside the female and carefully turned her over. Her body was miserably limp. He pressed his paws on her chest. Water dribbled out of her mouth, but she remained motionless. Zaldon checked her pulse, and after a long moment, he looked heavily at Julyan. Julyan's heart sank wretchedly in his chest for this small pup sniffling in his arms. He and Zaldon looked miserably at the child and then miserably at each other.
"We should take her home," Zaldon said quietly. "We can send someone back to bury the mother."
Julyan nodded, and they rose, gathered their blankets and the basket, and took the pup back with them to the sun village.