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Chapter 12: Thrust Your Hips

When Kilyan was brought back to the chieftess' great hut, he was set carefully on his feet by Aren, who gave him a secret smile that made his heart flutter. Feeling a little annoyed by this teasing, Kilyan crouched down on paws and knees at once for fear of offending the chieftess. He was happy to notice that Keeno and Tyne were squatting against the wall, empty trays on the floor in front of them, their heads bowed. Keeno darted Kilyan a curious glance but otherwise kept his eyes down. The chieftess was still on her throne, and Kilyan noticed for the first time that there was another throne beside her. It had certainly been empty before, but now Kilyan froze at the sight of the male sitting on the throne beside the chieftess. He was certainly the chief: a hulking dark gray wolf with serious black eyes and a very thick neck. Like the chieftess, he wore the symbol of the horned moon on a band tied on his forehead, and his gray mane was wild and unkempt.

The chief and the chieftess were holding audience with a few wolves who stood meekly in their presence, but Kilyan was shocked when Aren interrupted this conversation to crawl forward in that slow, seductive way of his and kiss the chieftess' offered foot. He cradled her foot lovingly in his paw as he did this and kissed her ankle very slowly, as if he was tasting her. It was such a hungry, passionate kiss and just on her ankle! Kilyan marveled that Aren seemed to enjoy giving kisses so much. The chieftess patted his head in approval and Kilyan felt his heart leap when her dark eyes turned expectantly on him. He felt dismal for it but scurried on paws and knees to kiss her foot as well -- not nearly as devotedly as Aren had -- but she seemed pleased. She gestured him to squat beside her throne and he did so quickly, realizing that he was in Aren's old place beside Keeno. Then the chieftess gestured at Aren and gave him a jibbering command. Kilyan watched as big Aren went to Tyne, bid him to stand, and then flipped him easily over his shoulder and left with him. So Tyne would have his bowels emptied now and he would be groomed too. Would he be teased and kissed by Aren? Probably not. Aren didn't seem to like Tyne much, and Tyne would probably have enjoyed his kisses anyway.

Kilyan was started to feel the chieftess stroking his mane. He squatted beside her throne, keeping his eyes down as she caressed him. But he knew she was caressing him absently, that she was fully engaged in the conversation being held between herself, her husband, that small cluster of wolves standing before them. But now she jibbered something at a servant who entered from another room with a tray, and Kilyan saw servant set the tray hastily on the floor before him and withdraw. Kilyan stared down at the tray. The food didn't look bad. It was some kind of meat and vegetables and some bread. There was a wooden cup of water, but glancing sideways at the chieftess, Kilyan got the acute feeling that he was never to use his paws when eating. No, he was to eat from this tray like a lowly thing with his mouth!

Reflecting on Tyne's advice, Kilyan tried not to show his misery as he bent forward and started eating from the tray with his mouth alone. He felt the chieftess watching him a moment -- her gaze was like a burn on the side of his face. But then he knew she had looked away from his silent struggle and he heard her jibbering and laughing with her husband. Kilyan ate ravenously. He didn't realize how hungry he'd been until food and its delicious aroma was placed in front of him. He was so hungry that he was soon making grunting noises as he ate. He tried to keep them low, but he knew the chieftess was annoyed when she rapped him smartly on the head with her scepter. He was saddened to see a servant appear and take his tray away. His stomach gurgled. He had eaten most of it but he was still so damned hungry! He wanted to be at home enjoying Lea's stew, Ohana's little berry cakes. He hated the chieftess suddenly, but he tried not to show it, to keep his face serene as he stared at the floor. But his anger must've showed because the chieftess rapped him on the head again and he realized his entire body was tense. He relaxed his shoulders, willing himself to stay calm. He had not even been here a day and already he was displeasing this female who held his destiny in the palm of her paw.

Kilyan realized the audience of wolves was retreating. They bowed to the chief and chieftess, then withdrew. And now the chief and chieftess were talking to each other. Kilyan heard the chieftess giggle, then he felt her scepter tapping his chin. His heart hammering now, he slowly looked up. The chieftess' cold back eyes were smiling at him. She was holding a wooden cup and she tipped it to Kilyan's lips. Kilyan drank deeply. It was delicious red juice! And as he gulped it down, she was stroking his mane, she was smiling at him. But looking beyond her, he saw the eyes of the chief. Those black eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred, and Kilyan felt his heart leap. The chieftess pulled the wooden cup away and stroked Kilyan's mane and to his surprise, she kissed him on the forehead! Then she turned back to her husband.

Kilyan squatted there and thought he could feel the chief's black eyes boring into him. He was suddenly afraid. The chief was not tall like Aren but he was stocky and muscular and Kilyan knew those gray paws could throw heavy blows. And suddenly, the chieftess had fallen quiet and her husband had risen from his throne, he was standing over Kilyan. Kilyan squatted there very still and was mortified when the chief knelt down in front of him. He stifled a gasp when his cock was grabbed and squeezed, then slapped around. The chief whispered something to him in a scathing voice, and then he laughed and stood again, turning to his wife. Kilyan felt himself sagging and realized he had been holding his breath, waiting to be smacked. He darted a glance at Keeno and saw his relief too.

Aren returned bearing Tyne on his shoulder. Tyne was shinny and sleek after his grooming and Kilyan wondered if his own black fur looked that way. He watched as Tyne scurried on paws and knees to kiss the foot of the chieftess, but she didn't even offer her foot to him and the kiss went all but ignored. Tyne really was in disgrace! Kilyan saw him flush bitterly and hurry to his place against the wall beside Keeno.

Now Aren came forward in his slow seducing crawl. He took the chieftess' offered foot in his big paw, cradled it again and kissed it, this time even pushing his tongue against her ankle. And as he was doing this, he gave Kilyan a secret smile, the brown eyes mischievous. The chieftess giggled and gestured her scepter at Keeno, who darted Kilyan a frightened glance. Kilyan wanted to tell him what was going to happen, that his bowels would be emptied, that he would be groomed. He tried to tell Keeno that nothing too alarming was about to happen to him with his eyes alone, but he had barely attempted this small communication when Keeno was hoisted over Aren's shoulder and carried away.

Squatting there with his wrists bound, Kilyan dared to glance at Tyne and realized with a skip of his heart that the chief had risen from his throne again. He moved toward Tyne slowly, his big arms swinging at his sides. Tyne kept his head bowed, and Kilyan could see that he was trembling! He didn't blame Tyne: the chief was horribly intimidating with those cold eyes so like his wife's, those big arms.

The chief stood over Tyne a long moment, and then suddenly, he leaned down and smacked Tyne hard across the face. Tyne gave a little cry but kept his head bowed as the chief rattled off at him, a furious string of what could only have been curses and insults. Then to Kilyan's dismay, Tyne was grabbed by the mane and dragged over to him! What could this mean? Tyne was forced to look at Kilyan and their faces were so close they could have kissed. The chief was shaking Tyne by his mane, roaring questions at him that he answered quietly. But Tyne's blue eyes remained fixed sadly on Kilyan's and Kilyan could not look away.

When the chief had finished roaring at Tyne, he shoved Tyne's facedown in Kilyan's lap and roared a command. Kilyan stifled a cry as his organ was taken in Tyne's mouth and sucked. Though Tyne was trembling and miserable in his disgrace, he glanced up at Kilyan with his blue eyes and they smiled at him. He started sucking Kilyan slowly, and Kilyan bit his lip, feeling his dick throb. He was shocked when the chief knelt behind Tyne and entered him! He thrust into Tyne hard and Tyne sputtered on Kilyan's dick, slobbering over it. Kilyan groaned, his brows knitting together as this pleasure was forced so brutally on his cock, and glancing over at the chieftess, he realized she was watching all this with hungry eyes!

The chief banged hard into Tyne now, reprimanding him, mocking him in his quick tongue. And the more he banged into Tyne, the more Tyne's mouth brought Kilyan's rigid cock pleasure. Kilyan felt Tyne's mouth sucking wetly now, grunting around him, slobbering over him in Tyne's frantic attempt, apparently, to obey the chief's angry growls. Kilyan was soon tense from this sucking and breathless. He closed his eyes and whimpered and knew he was about to climax. Tyne gave his cock a long, wet suck and it happened: Kilyan cried out and felt himself release, then he heard Tyne gulping down his cum, and the chief climbed off of Tyne as if he'd been waiting for this. He grabbed Tyne by the mane, pulled his head back, and smacked him again. Tyne was smacked so hard this time that he fell to the floor, where he lay breathless. The chief whispered something to him angrily, then Kilyan's heart leapt when he stabbed a warning finger in his direction. Tyne glanced miserably over at Kilyan and answered the chief in a low, respectful voice. Kilyan watched as Tyne climbed slowly to his paws and knees, then kissed the feet of the chief. The chief seemed pleased. And Kilyan was faintly surprised when the chief lifted Tyne onto his shoulder and carried him through a curtain and up a flight of stairs. Kilyan glimpsed the stairs for an instant as the curtain was swept aside and he saw Tyne's weeping face as he was borne away on the chief's bulky shoulder. So was Tyne now the love slave of the chief? Kilyan felt sorry for him. The chief was vicious and terrifying. He would much rather be the slave of the beautiful thing sitting on the throne beside him, however degrading he found it all.

Kilyan closed his eyes as he felt the chieftess' fingers massaging his ears, stroking his mane. And he realized as he squatted there at her side, his dick still tingling and wet from Tyne's sucking, that it was now nighttime. Dusk had come and gone and the stars were twinkling outside. Aren returned, but Kilyan was alarmed to see him alone. Where was Keeno? The tall bluish wolf sank at once to his paws and knees and smiled at the chieftess, kissing her foot in that slow, hungry way: he dragged his lips against her and buried his nose in her ankle, his big paw clinging to her leg. The chieftess only rose and tapped Aren lightly on the head with her scepter, jibbering something at him. Aren's playful brown eyes snapped on Kilyan, who felt his face growing red. But Kilyan was only made to stand, and then he was hoisted over Aren's shoulder and he realized he was being carried upstairs as Tyne had been.

A lovely smell invaded Kilyan's nostrils. It was a flowery scent, so sweet and caressing on his nose. They were on the third floor of the hut, and when Kilyan was set on his feet, he realized they were in a lovely bedroom. He squatted down at once, watching as Aren moved past him to build up a fire in the fire pit while the chieftess set aside her scepter and stretched herself on the bed. Clay bowls hung from the ceiling, holding little feminine objects: mane brushes and perfumed oils and mane ties. The sleeping furs were wide and lavish and looked wonderfully soft. Moonlight poured in through a window and little beams of it fell across the chieftess, who looked lovely lying there on her side, her arm laying along the curve of her hip, her perky breasts smashed together deliciously as she watched Kilyan with an intense hunger. Realizing she was watching him, Kilyan quickly looked down, but unable to stop himself, he looked back at her again. She was just too beautiful to look away from. Those zigg-zagging stripes! He could not stop his eyes tracing over them and he felt his dick getting harder.

The chieftess whispered something to Aren, who Kilyan realized was squatting beside the fire, watching him just as hungrily. Aren answered the chieftess, saying something in a deferential tone that probably translated into "Yes, my lady." Then Aren was moving across the room to Kilyan, crawling to him. Kilyan stiffened. When he and Aren were squatting face to face, his heart pounded in his chest. What was about to happened here? He wished vehemently suddenly that he understood the moon tongue.

Aren was smiling into Kilyan's eyes and he suddenly took Kilyan's rigid cock firmly in his paw. Kilyan's body stayed tense and his eyes darted from the chieftess to Aren and back again. The chieftess whispered something.

"Put your paws behind your neck," Aren translated, smiling.

Kilyan did as he was told, feeling wretched.

The chieftess whispered more commands, and Aren translated.

"And spread your thighs open wide -- that's it . . ." Aren whispered when Kilyan obeyed. "Now. Start thrusting your hips."

Kilyan stared at Aren, baffled. Aren's smile grew wider and he wriggled the fingers that were holding Kilyan's cock. Kilyan sagged as it dawned on him: he was supposed to thrust his cock into Aren's fist and probably achieve an orgasm from doing so. Oh, god. Why couldn't they do these things to another slave and let him rest? But he remembered Tyne's warning and tried not to show his misery in his eyes. He started thrusting his hips, feeling foolish as his muscular body flexed, his paws behind his neck, his toned abs rippling and crunching as he moved his hips, hunching his back in this ridiculous dance. But Kilyan had to admit that thrusting himself into Aren's tight fist like this was utterly delicious. Aren seemed to be closing his fingers tighter and tighter around Kilyan's cock on purpose, forcing little moans out of Kilyan as he struggled in a squatting position to move his hips.

Kilyan realized as he moaned and jerked his hips that the chieftess was watching all of this with narrowed eyes. He blushed furiously and Aren smiled at him. Aren probably thought his blushing was cute.

The chieftess whispered another command and Aren translated: "Faster."

Faster! Kilyan already felt his sweat plastering his fur from the strain of thrusting in a squat, but he complied, embarrassed that he was gasping and panting now, groaning as Aren's fingers grew ever more pleasurably tight around his sliding cock. Kilyan saw his cock feeding in and out of Aren's fist, moving faster and faster the more he hunched his back and thrust his hips, and suddenly, the heat of Aren's tight fingers was too much. This caressing pleasure that he was being forced to make himself feel was making his cock throb thicker and thicker, building him slowly into an orgasm, and he knew when he stifled a little whimper that he was getting very close.

The chieftess whispered another command, and Kilyan was surprised when Aren took his paw away and closed his mouth around Kilyan's rigid craving instead. Kilyan groaned. Oh, god, this was just too much. Now he must ram his cock against Aren's tongue? Aren was purposely slurping him, purposely tightening his lips and sucking even as Kilyan was grunting and panting to feed his dick inside. And feeling Aren's slobber gushing over him, Kilyan's brows rushed together and he felt himself release. He cried out and sagged forward, hearing Aren sputtering on his cum, and as he knelt there panting, he was only happy that the situation had not been the other way around.

Kilyan felt his soft dick flop against him as he knelt there, but no sooner had he gone soft than the chieftess whispered an order and Aren started giving Kilyan's cock long, loving licks. Kilyan shuddered and was miserable when his cock throbbed upright. He was bulging now with these licks and he wished desperately that Aren would stop it. But Aren did not stop until the chieftess whispered a command.

Kilyan squatted there, his bound paws behind his neck, whimpering under his breath, still gasping after the strain. He had tried to hold back, but not feeling this pleasure, it was impossible. It didn't matter that Aren was a male -- he had felt it. But the difference was, he had felt it against his will. Kilyan squatted there and betted to himself that Tyne was in another room somewhere with the chief enjoying his advances even in his disgrace.

As Kilyan was trying to catch his breath, he realized Aren had moved toward the bed and was on paws and knees beside it, receiving a kiss on his lips. A reward? It must've been. The chieftess looked very pleased, but to Kilyan's relief, she also looked tired. Her black eyes snapped on him and he realized she was waiting for him to come. Kilyan crawled awkwardly on his bound wrists and knees. God, when were they going to untie him? Where the hell was he going to run? But the fact that he was still bound gave him hope: perhaps escape was very possible, even now!

Kilyan came to the chieftess as Aren had and waited very near her on paws and knees. Her cold, slanted eyes were smiling at him. She beckoned with her fingers and he quickly leaned down and received a kiss on his lips. It was a slow kiss and given so lovingly that Kilyan felt a tingling in his rigid cock. And she was so lovely, lying there on her side with her great breasts smashed together, her round hip rising. Did she guess that he wondered what it was like inside that pink-lipped pussy he glimpsed every time her tail flashed up? He felt his dick throbbing just thinking about her hot, moist crevice. Must he be left to feel this torment all night? He thought at once of touching himself as soon as he was alone in his sleeping furs, but he remembered the stakes and the ropes back in that slave hut and groaned inside. He couldn't even relieve himself, release himself of this constant craving!

Kilyan heard the chieftess jibbering something at Aren, and glancing sideways at the big wolf, Kilyan realized Aren was hard too -- incredibly hard. And he realized that at least he'd had his dick sucked. Aren had known no relief at all.

The chieftess was still talking to Aren, whose brown eyes, Kilyan realized, were smiling at him. Kilyan didn't know why, but looking up to find Aren watching him always sent a shock through his body. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was fear. Aren's cock was enormous, after all. The very last thing he wanted was that rigid monster inside of him! He was, therefore, very relieved when Aren carefully slipped him over his shoulder and carried him from the room.

"She likes you," Aren whispered happily as they moved down the shadowy hall. "If only you would smile more, she would have been more pleased."

"How can I smile?" Kilyan hissed angrily. "I'm not enjoying these things!"

"I know. But you must pretend for her. The last thing you want is her displeasure -- trust me."

Kilyan fell silent at the dark note in Aren's voice and he wondered yet again why Aren had never sought to escape. Perhaps he had and something terrible had happened to him. But Aren carried no scars and he didn't look as if he'd ever been injured or mutilated. It wasn't as if Aren had one ear or something. Kilyan couldn't fathom it and suddenly didn't want to.

"She's decided you're ready," Aren told him as they started down the dark stair, "for the stone path. In the garden."

Kilyan's heart skipped. What could this mean? But Aren, as if he sensed Kilyan's unease and bewilderment, kissed the side of his buttocks in comfort and only carried him on in silence.

When they reached the slaves' hut again, Kilyan was shocked to see the two gray slaves still tethered to the ceiling and sleeping on their feet. He saw Keeno tied down to sleeping furs on his back, his eyes closed. His ankles and wrists were tied to stakes at each corner of his bed, and Aren laid Kilyan down beside Keeno and tied him in as well. Kilyan glanced around his arm at Keeno to see that his best friend's cock had been cruelly left to throb with the same craving. But Keeno was fast asleep even as his dick stood upright against his navel. It amazed Kilyan. Would his keep standing like that too?

"I sleep in my lady's bed chamber," Aren whispered, squatting back on his heels. "And as soon as you earn her trust, you can too."

Aren was smiling at Kilyan, and he didn't know why. Why should he care about earning that female's trust? About sleeping at the foot of her bed like a pet? But Aren was still smiling at him!

"What!"

"Earn their trust tomorrow in the garden," Aren whispered, "and you will be free to walk unbound. Which makes it very easy to escape."

Kilyan blinked at Aren, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

"But -- but what about Keeno . . .?"

"I already told him as much when I groomed him, and he seemed ready enough to do everything he is told. And you do too. That's why the chieftess likes you. Keep that up, and she's sure to let you walk free, like I do."

Kilyan stared up at Aren and wondered yet again why Aren had never escaped this place if it was so easy. When he asked as much, Aren's brown eyes filled as usual with mischief. He leaned down and whispered in Kilyan's ear, "Because I like it here!" With that, Aren gave Kilyan a quick kiss on the cheek and left.