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Chapter 5: Pretty Please

Roan followed his grandfather back to the village and his pending doom in silence, but despite the fact that he knew Zane was off somewhere alone with Yuri, despite the fact that they were both undoubtedly going to be whipped by a very furious Kilyan, Roan found that he couldn't stop thinking about Theo.

He didn't understand himself. He loved Yuri! . . . didn't he? What was love? He didn't know anymore. He only knew that when in Theo's arms his body had been on fire in such a way he had never known when around Yuri. And the more he thought about Theo, the farther his desire for Yuri became in his mind, until he didn't think of Yuri at all -- just Theo's hot, pumping organ filling him until his screams of ecstasy filled the forest. If only that could happen. If only.

"I know that look," said Loryn, amused. "You're thinking about cock, aren't you?"

When Roan stammered himself into silence, Loryn laughed and clapped a sympathetic paw on his grandson's shoulder.

"Get used to it, Roan," he said. "You're gonna be thinking about cock for a long, long time. Trust me."

And it hit Roan that his grandfather still thought about cock even now.

They entered the village and passed through the streets, Loryn nodding and lifting a paw to the wolves who greeted him. It was the end of the day now, and Roan knew his father would be returning home soon. He didn't know what he was going to say: Kilyan was no tail chaser. How could he look his father in the eye and admit that he hadn't been patrolling the forest because he was too busy getting his ass pounded? How could he look his father in the eye and admit that he liked cock? Liked being fucked by it? Had dreams about sucking it and even more? He wanted to die. He thought of what his brother would think, of what his mothers might say, and he started walking very slow without even realizing. God, he was terrified.

"Don't be scared, kiddo," Loryn said, watching Roan sympathetically. "Kilyan is a pretty understanding male -- if he wasn't, there's no way he'd be with my Lea. Just tell him the truth and he'll listen, he'll punish you for slacking, and twenty years from now, you'll look back on this and laugh."

They came to a stop outside of Kilyan's hut, and Roan actually felt better. He gave a lighthearted laugh and thanked his grandfather, who ruffled him fondly on the head, said "Any time, kid," and moved off down the street, whistling.

Roan watched Loryn and thanked god for his grandfather (who he assumed was now off to find and deliver Zane). At least Loryn understood him and could guide him in these matters, for no matter how understanding or kind Kilyan was, Roan knew that he would never really understand what it meant to feel these things and struggle against these desires everyday. If it wasn't for Loryn and Kel, Roan knew he would feel very alone.

Taking a deep breath, Roan entered his father's hut and was glad when he did not smell Kilyan's scent on the air. He only smelled his mother. Not even Ohana was home. Feeling a deep sense of relief, Roan came in and hung his spear in the rack. His mother was sitting beside the fire and sewing a little something, a new blanket for a pup? He came to his mother and sat at her side with a questioning gaze.

Lea blushed and folded the little blanket up in her lap. She was a pretty female, still in her prime, with large breasts and jutting pink nipples that she kept hidden now under a black shawl. Her fur was mainly white, but the black stripes she'd inherited from Loryn smoothed over her thin waist and the curves of her buttocks in a very becoming way. Her long white mane fell in a single braid to the small of her back, and her large black eyes were embarrassed when she saw her son's inquisitive gaze.

"I'm still hoping for a daughter," Lea admitted with a sigh and set the little blanket sadly aside.

"Oh," Roan said and knew his mother need not elaborate: Lea had been wanting a daughter for years now, but Kilyan was terrified that if they had another child, it would be a male. The last thing Kilyan wanted was another boy crashing around the house, and he said so every time Lea made her feeble complaint.

"Just a little female pup," Lea said miserably. She cradled her arms around the air and rocked them sadly, and Roan felt so sorry for his mother that he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry we've got Dad so stressed, Mom," he said, squeezing his mother's paw. "We'll try to do better. I swear it."

Lea smiled appreciatively at her son's earnest expression and squeezed his paw back. "No, no, Roan. Don't worry yourself over me. I don't need another pup anyway . . . I'd lose my figure." She gave a sad laugh, and when Roan saw her smooth her small paw sadly over her flat belly, he knew she was wishing she was big with a female pup.

"So how was patrol?" Lea asked, busying her paws with sewing the blanket. Her eyes flashed Roan a pretty smile that he knew was for his benefit.

Sitting beside the fire with his mother in the cool of the day, Roan suddenly felt as if he could confide in her: Lea always had a way of understanding him far better than Kilyan did. And besides, he wanted to talk with his mother about his life. It seemed like such a long time since he had.

"To tell the truth, Mom," Roan began nervously, "I got in a little trouble."

"Oh?" said Lea with an amused smile. What else was new?

"I got caught slacking . . ."

Lea laughed. "What, were you lounging up in a tree? Your father used to do that."

"No. . . . I was fooling around. . . . with a male."

Roan waited sheepishly for his mother's reaction. But Lea didn't even pause what she was doing, and the needle kept shooting in and out of the fabric, stitching in the "new pup's" name in the corner of the blanket. She looked up at Roan, her pretty black eyes fluttering in a mischievous smile.

"Was he cute?"

"Mom!" Roan cried, unable to believe his mother's reaction. A female of the summer village was supposed to be angry -- at least uncomfortable! -- that her son was a tail chaser. A tail chaser son meant no grandchildren, no little pups to bounce on ones knee in the winter years of life, but Lea was acting as casual as if Roan had admitted to taking a female lover in the fields.

"Oh, Roan," said Lea with a little laugh and patted her son lightly on the arm. "I'm your mother! Of course I know you're a tail chaser."

Roan sat blinking in shock at the fire and wondered who else knew. It seemed to him as if everyone had known except him! What had he been doing all these years to betray to himself? He hoped to god Kilyan did not know.

"And . . . you're not angry?" Roan asked in confusion. "Or at least upset?"

Lea stared at her son. "Why should I be upset!" Smiling, Lea shook her head and cupped Roan's face with one slender paw. "Roan, no matter what you do, you will always be my child and I will always love you. Nothing will ever change that. And if you want to be with a male, I will stand behind you all the way."

Roan smiled gratefully at his mother and thought to himself that he must be the luckiest wolf in the world to have a mother that was so understanding, so accepting. Now if only he could get the same reaction from his father.

"So who caught you doing your little misdeeds?" Lea asked, returning to her sewing with a private smile.

"Grandfather caught me," Roan admitted, blushing at the fire. "He lectured me about it, told me it was okay as long as I didn't display it. I don't understand why. Why couldn't I kiss Theo on the streets and not suffer for it?" Roan glanced at his mother with large, imploring eyes. "I asked Grandfather to explain."

"And what did he say?" Lea asked, not sure that she wanted to know.

"He said because the world is full of wolves," said Roan thoughtfully, "and eighty percent of them are full of . . . shit." Roan winced to say the last word, for his mother was quick to scold him for cursing. He was surprised when Lea only laughed.

"Sounds like Dad. Well, Roan, he's right . . . in a way. There are bad wolves in the world. There's nothing we can do except be wary of them and learn to live amongst them."

Lea looked so grim as she spoke the words that Roan wondered if something bad hadn't once happened to her. But he could tell that she didn't want him to push the matter, so he didn't ask.

"You know, Mom," Roan said, to steer away from the subject, "I always thought that since Dad had you and Ohana, I should have two females too."

"Oh, honey," said Lea, licking deftly at a bit of thread. She passed it through the needle and sewed over the name now in a different color. "Having two wives is your father's path. If being with a male is what you want, Roan, then that is your path. And I respect that. Your father will too. Just give him time. He's probably the only one who doesn't realize you like male ass."

Roan laughed. It was bizarre to hear his mother talking this way -- sweet and proper Lea, who had covered his ears and his eyes around Loryn for the better part of his life.

"To tell the truth," said Lea, a smile puckering around the corners of her lips, "if anyone should understand you, I should. I had a few experiences like yours when I was your age."

Roan's eyes grew round. "Really?"

"Of course. I was sixteen once too, Roan!" Lea laughed, and Roan loved the sound: it was still such a girlish laugh after all these years.

"Then we're more alike than I ever realized," Roan said happily and made his mother laugh yet again when he gave her a hard kiss on the cheek.

But Lea stopped laughing as quickly as she'd started and fumbled to shove her little blanket out of sight: Kilyan came storming into the hut, pulling a wretched Zane along by the ear. The sight of Zane, now taller than his father, all hunched over and grumbling under his breath as he was dragged along like a pup made Roan give out a laugh before he could stop himself. But he snapped his mouth shut when his father gave him a look that could have melted ice.

"Loryn found this one wandering the forest alone," Kilyan snarled, his eyes flashing. "Roan, you are going to tell me why. Then you are going to bend over and lift your tail and hope to god that my arm gets tired soon."

Roan bit his lip but knew better than to break eye contact with his father: looking down was something pups did, not strong warriors on the brink of their first mating season. Roan rose to his feet and dared not look at Zane when his brother was shoved to his side. The two young males stood facing their father, their backs straight, their chins lifted as taught. Roan, as usual, felt small beside his brother, but he could feel Zane's fear as surely as the brush of his fur: any time Kilyan was this angry, the boys knew to tuck in their tails and pray that their butts could hold out against his tireless arm.

"Well?" Kilyan hissed. He had set aside his spear, and they watched in silent terror as those bulging arms folded over his chest: why did he have to be so strong?

"It was my fault, Father," Roan said, and felt his brother's shock as the lie came spilling from his mouth. Roan couldn't believe it either: it was pretty rare that he ever saved Zane's ass, but he sometimes did. "I went off to fool around and left Zane. Zane was looking for me, but I had already been caught and punished and sent home."

Zane bit his lip to keep himself from gawking. After all, Roan could have very easily told a different tale: that Zane had left him to go find Yuri and that he, after patrolling the day through alone, had also come home alone. But Roan was lying for him. Zane felt a surge of relief and gratitude. It was a perfect lie (for had it been true, they wouldn't have been whipped), and Kilyan should have believed it, except for one thing . . .

"How stupid do you think I am?" Kilyan snapped, the green eyes biting. He grabbed Roan roughly by the shoulder and jerked him around. "You haven't been whipped! This butt should be striped with lashes. I should whip you just for thinking I'd ever be stupid enough to believe such a lie!"

Roan winced as his father forced him back around and suddenly felt very stupid. Of course he had no lashes! Damn it.

"Uh, the truth is, Dad," began Zane in a feeble attempt to save them both, but Kilyan closed his eyes and snapped, "Shut up, Zane!"

"Yes, sir . . ." Zane mumbled to the floor.

Kilyan heaved a deep breath, glaring at his sons. "The two of you disgust me. You truly disgust me that you don't have enough respect for your father and the rules to obey them! You're getting too old for these whippings. How do I look whipping males taller than me!" Kilyan glared at big Zane, who winced and bowed his head.

"Disgraces!" Kilyan barked at his sons. "Utter and complete --"

Kilyan's tirade came to a sudden halt when he noticed his sons' expressions had changed. He turned. Standing uncertainly in the doorway was Zalia with a snickering Enya and a furiously blushing Yuri. Zalia was holding a basket of sewing under her arm and it was obvious that she had come to spend time with Lea, but seeing Kilyan in the middle of a roaring session, she took Enya and Yuri by the shoulders and steered them out, nodding at her older brother. Kilyan nodded in return, but when he turned back to his sons, he heaved a weary sigh: both Roan and Zane had become painfully erect at the mere sight of Yuri. Neither of them seemed to be aware of it until they saw their father's expression, then grimacing, they covered themselves, and Kilyan ordered them in exasperation from the hut.

"Just get out of here," Kilyan said wearily. "And be back for supper."

Roan and Zane glanced at each other, unable to believe their good fortune. But Kilyan didn't have to tell them twice: they hurried from the hut as fast as they could, each fighting to be the first out the curtain before they finally disappeared.

Tired and brooding, Kilyan flopped on the sitting furs beside Lea and stared into the fire.

"Sometimes I just don't know what to do with them anymore, Lea," he said, his chin on his fist. "I think today . . . I finally gave up."

"Oh, Kilyan, don't say that," Lea said, smoothing her paw sympathetically over her husband's mane. "Though I have to admit, I was a little shocked when you sent them away like that. Usually all hell breaks loose when Roan and Zane misbehave."

"I know. But they're getting too old for this! Next year, they'll be males on their own. I can't still be whipping them for slacking when they're married with kids. If I can't break through to them then maybe . . . I should just accept it."

Kilyan looked so miserable that Lea scooted close to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know," she said, "you're cute when you're angry."

Kilyan laughed in spite of himself but did not take the hint. He was still brooding about their kids! A little impatient, Lea took Kilyan's paw and smoothed it slowly up the curve of her hip, then clamped it hard to her breast. His eyebrows shot up at this aggression on Lea's part but he didn't complain when she moved his paw under her shawl. Kilyan closed his eyes. God, after sixteen years those breasts were still as high and firm as a girl's. He ran his thumb over the nipple and felt himself getting hard. When he opened his eyes, Lea was looking at him with such lust that his heart leapt: the black eyes were fiery and inviting, even amused by his surprise. And he was hungry now for her, so hungry. His paw went down to her thigh, and lifting it from the other, his fingers slipped between. She was slobbering wet. Her juices gushed over his fingers and the heat of her brought a soft, appreciative moan from his lips.

"Lea," Kilyan panted when his wife pulled him down on top of her, "what's come over you!"

Lea only smiled, wrapping her legs around Kilyan's hips. She pulled him close to her and whispered breathlessly, "Make love to me, Kilyan! I want you inside me!"

Kilyan stared at her, surprised by the command in her voice, but he didn't need telling twice. He slid himself inside and moaned. She was so hot and tight and so wonderfully wet and the smell of her . . . Kilyan buried his nose in Lea's neck and his muscles were trembling in his building desire.

"Oh, Kilyan -- yes, deeper!" Lea hissed in her husband's ear, and Kilyan pressed himself even deeper, giving a long, low moan of pleasure.

"Oh, god, Lea, you're so wet . . . god. . ."

"Yes, Kilyan -- oh -- ah! You're so big! I can feel you so deep inside . . ."

Lea started jerking her hips in hard, swift motions, and her gushing vagina walls contracted over Kilyan in ways that made him painfully hard. He started thrusting deeper but just as slow. Lea liked it slow and deep and he always gave it to her that way, kissing her lips and her neck, whispering that he loved her. This evening, it was the same. He tore her shawl open with his teeth and suckled tenderly at her nipples, loving the sound of her little gasps and sighs, and he knew when her juices gushed over him again that he was very close. Lea seemed to know it too: she grabbed Kilyan's buttocks in fistfuls and squeezed, begging him not to pull out.

"Lea!" Kilyan cried, shocked by her urgency. He pulled back to look at her, but she fumbled to pull him down to her, and her fingers were so frantic that her nails pinched him. Kilyan wanted to pull out, but she looked so gorgeous wriggling under him, blushing and wreathing and moaning, those great white breasts riding rhythmically under his thrusts. But he must pull out. Oh, god, if only he didn't have to!

"Kilyan -- please!" Lea cried when she felt Kilyan withdrawing. His hot, pumping organ slid back inside of her, and her pussy lips clamped around him in such desperation that he shivered and stopped his withdraw.

"Oh, Lea, honey, I have to --" Kilyan tried to back out again, but Lea grabbed him and his paw slipped on something near her head. "What the . . .?" Kilyan picked it up. It was a pup blanket. He moaned. Now he understood. He pulled out quickly and gave a choked cry: his seed spilled against Lea's thigh. He sadly wiped it away, gently squeezing the soft inner curve of her thigh, a silent apology.

"Oh, Kilyan!" Lea complained, sitting up on her elbows. Kilyan couldn't stand it: there were tears in her eyes. She snapped her legs shut on his paw, and he withdrew it, his brows knitting anxiously in his guilt.

"Lea, we've been through this before," Kilyan began gently, but Lea ignored him. She sat up, and snatching up the pup blanket, she folded it sadly and got to her feet. Kilyan watched miserably as she marched behind the curtain and up the shadowy hall, then he followed her.

When Kilyan came to the bedroom he shared with his wives, Lea was curled up and crying under the sheets. He thought he felt his heart sinking in his chest to see such a thing: he hadn't seen Lea cry for many years.

Kilyan crawled in beside Lea and carefully placed a big arm around her. He wasn't surprised when she sobbed for him to get out.

"But why do you want this so badly?" Kilyan begged, snuggling close to his wife. He pulled her to his chest even as she told him again to go away and held her tightly in his arms.

"Why d-don't you!" Lea demanded into Kilyan's chest.

Kilyan sighed, knowing that whatever he said would only make things worse.

"You think I'm ugly and f-fat, don't you!" Lea accused. "You think I'll get fat if I k-keep having pups --"

"Lea!" Kilyan cried incredulously. "How could I ever not want you! I spent the better part of our lives just trying to make you want me." He lifted Lea's chin and smiled so gently into her eyes that she broke down sobbing into his chest.

"Oh, Lea," Kilyan said, kissing her on the head. "You will always be beautiful to me -- always! But you know why I don't want anymore pups. If you and Ohana should have two more boys . . . I think I'd start molting."

Lea laughed in spite of herself. "But, Kilyan, just one more pup. I want a daughter. I want a little girl . . ."

Kilyan linked his fingers with Lea's and sighed. "This is supposed to be the other way around," he said with a weak laugh. "You're supposed to not want any more pups and I'm supposed to beg you for sons."

Lea smiled, and Kilyan was glad to feel the bulge of her cheek against his chest. "We always were contrary, Kilyan. I don't know how we've lasted this long."

"I do. There's Ohana -- she usually straightens us out. And then there's the fact that I love you with all my heart."

They smiled at each other, and Kilyan thought the conversation was at an end when Lea said in her pretty-please voice, "Kilyan, can't we try? Just one more time? I swear it! And if this next one's a boy --"

"Lea. . . ." Kilyan moaned, dragging a paw over his eyes.

"You know, most wives beg for presents and jewelry," Lea scolded, sitting up. "I just want a child. That's all I want! And you can give it to me, Kilyan." She smiled seductively and smoothed her paw over his chest. "You always could."

Kilyan moaned inwardly. Lea's breasts were smashed together nicely, and she looked so beautiful sitting there as she rubbed his chest: that narrow waist and the round rise of her hip, her fluffy tail flashing up and down behind her, and those pretty black eyes, those eyes that had bewitched him since before he could talk. How could he say no? Besides, he sort of missed rocking a tiny pup in his arms, and the thought of carrying a pretty girl child on his shoulders made him smile. But he thought of Roan and Zane and what tomorrow would bring (more disobedience, more roaring sessions), and he instantly put the thought from his mind: no more pups!

"I'll think about it," Kilyan lied, not wanting to hurt Lea's feelings. He cupped her face with one paw. "Okay?"

"That's what you said the last time!" Lea accused. And tossing the pup blanket over Kilyan's face, she shot up from the bed and from the hut.