Chapter 8: Pup Making
#8 of The Mating Season 4
Chapter 8: Pup Making
Kilyan walked all night, brooding over his troubles with Lea and his sons. By the time he walked through the door of his hut, it was almost dawn. He was surprised to find Ohana kneeling on the sitting furs beside a small fire in the front room. Like her son Zane, she was a silver wolf of the winter tribe with fiery gray eyes lined very prettily with white flecks. Her long silver mane was pulled over one shoulder and it trailed over her breast as she knelt, idly fingering the ends. Her slanted eyes fluttered when Kilyan dragged himself in, and she gazed up at him in concern. Kilyan's heart was warmed: she had waited up for him.
"Kilyan, what in the world is going on around here?" Ohana demanded when Kilyan sat behind his wife and wrapped her in his arms.
Kilyan buried his face in Ohana's mane and drank in her sweet smell.
"I come home to find Lea inconsolable," went on Ohana, pulling Kilyan's arm from her waist. She turned to look at him as she continued, "And Roan comes in not wanting to eat, followed several hours later by Zane!"
Kilyan's face darkened. "This is exactly why I don't want any more pups!" he burst. "It's obvious what the two of them were out doing, and if I wasn't so damned tired I'd whip the fur off their asses!"
"Kilyan!" Ohana cried, shocked at her husband's vehemence.
Kilyan took a deep breath. "I'm sorry . . . I just . . . I don't know what's come over me."
"I do," said Ohana curtly. "You've been drinking with Aros again. I can smell it on your breath."
Kilyan moaned.
"I don't want you going over there anymore."
"Ohana. . ." Kilyan complained.
"What you've done to Lea is unforgivable! Lea has been a good wife to you all these years, and the first time she really asks for something for herself, you refuse her. Kilyan, Roan and Zane will be seventeen next year. They'll move out, they'll have lives of their own. It's not like you would have them here with the pup!"
"So, what, the two of you are ganging up on me now?" Kilyan demanded irritably. "I have every right to decide how many children we should have since I'm the one who'll be yelling at them for seventeen years --"
"Kilyan! Don't you take that tone with me! That 'male authority' tone." Ohana snorted and tossed her mane. "We'll see who has authority when both Lea and I are holding out for a month." She folded her arms and lifted her chin, and she looked so cute with her breasts jutting out that Kilyan had to hold back a smile.
"I'm sorry, Ohana. I just . . . God, I don't know where I went wrong with them." Kilyan dragged a weary paw back through his mane and didn't notice when Ohana looked at him sympathetically. "I mean, I had a good example: my father raised me well, kept me in line. I was known as a goody-goody by everyone for years. So how did it come to this? It's like Roan and Zane are uncontrollable. Some days I just want to scream."
"Some days you do," said Ohana with a little smile, and Kilyan laughed.
"Today was especially bad. I'm used to Zane disobeying me -- in fact, I expect it. But Roan? Do you know I found the two of them separated in the forest today? Both had wandered off to fool around. Roan actually confessed to doing so! And there's no doubt in my mind that Zane was off doing the same. I just can't believe it: Roan disobeyed me! And when that happened, I finally realized I had lost control of my children."
Kilyan slouched and stared at the fire. Ohana took his paw and squeezed it.
"Kilyan, don't be so dramatic. You haven't lost Roan and Zane! They're horny teenagers! They're close to the mating season! All this sneaking off and breaking rules at their age is perfectly normal. Don't you remember the way we were?" Ohana leaned back against Kilyan, happily resting her head on his shoulder.
Kilyan held her tightly and smiled as he remembered: he and Ohana had broken the rules the very day that they met. He had been sixteen, on the verge of his first mating season. Ohana had been fifteen. Kilyan clearly recalled making love to her standing against the wall. They had done it quietly and slowly: their parents as well as the sorcerer Zaldon had been in the other room. And when Kilyan emerged some time later, he had been embarrassed to realize that every adult in that room knew what they had been doing, and yet no one reprimanded him! He also recalled the way his father had practically given his consent, telling him that it was fine so long as he didn't get caught, and he wondered to himself if he wasn't being too hard on his sons. He had to remember: they were just boys.
Suddenly very grateful for this little talk with his wife, Kilyan hugged Ohana tight and kissed her on the cheek. She always knew just what to say. She always gave him her humorous wisdom, always knew just how to make him realize truths that were already inside of him. And his Lea, she always gave him her sweetness, her gentility, and her love. It pained him to think that he had hurt her and all over something so silly as not wanting anymore male pups. He would've done anything in that moment to make Lea happy. Anything at all.
"Have you changed your mind?" Ohana asked as if she already knew.
"Oh, you know I have," Kilyan said into her ear. "I'll make a dozen pups with Lea now. I'll even take it a step farther --" Kilyan suddenly dipped Ohana back in his arms, making her laugh as he leaned close and whispered, "Let's make a pup too!"
"Lea wanted a pup, not me!" Ohana reminded Kilyan, but he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm -- Kilyan!" Ohana cried, pulling her lips away. "We should go to the bedroom --"
"I want you alone," Kilyan said between kisses, his lips traveling down Ohana's neck, "then I'll go to Lea -- then I'll come back to you -- then I'll go back to Lea --"
Ohana laughed softly. "Point taken."
"When's the last time I fucked you missionary?" Kilyan whispered, massaging and suckling Ohana's breasts. He lightly pinched the nipple, then licked at it before sucking it again, his fingers squeezing and flexing over her softness.
"The other night it was on my knees," Ohana panted back, her paws everywhere on Kilyan's body.
"Then it's missionary tonight," Kilyan answered, and putting Ohana's leg up on his shoulder, he slid inside with a groan.
Ohana's tight muscles squeezed around him in response, as hot and as hungry and as greedy as her kisses. Kilyan rammed himself deep inside, giving it to his wife faster the more she panted for it, his paws massaging frantically now at her breasts. They kissed wildly, their tongues roughly wrestling, and Kilyan felt a shiver run through his entire body when Ohana dug her nails in his back, moaning in the height of her passion. She was so gushing wet. He could feel her juices oozing over his balls as he pounded into her, panting and gasping to get as deep as he could, whispering her name, moaning and closing his eyes as his dick swelled thicker with each deep thrust.
"What . . . will we name . . . this one?" Ohana panted with a little smile.
The name Avi was on the tip of Kilyan's tongue, but he stopped himself in time. Ohana's nails digging in his shoulders had conjured memories of the shemale princess he'd made love to so many years ago -- not that he had completely forgotten Avi. He felt a pang of guilt to be thinking about Avi when he had his beautiful gasping Ohana wriggling beneath him, and squeezing his eyes shut, he pounded Ohana harder in an attempt to block his memories of Avi out.
"Kilyan? A name," Ohana repeated. She was still smiling: she wanted to play their little game.
Kilyan threw out a random name and Ohana laughed.
"Kilyan, that's a boy's name!"
"Oh," Kilyan breathed, not really caring: he was on the verge of coming. Dare he not pull out? He had been joking when he said he wanted to have more pups with Ohana: he was only going to agree to have pups with Lea for the sake of making her happy. With Ohana, it had been their little joke. But he was tired of pulling out suddenly and he couldn't stop himself moaning as his passion steadily built hot and thick against her sucking walls.
"Mm, Ohana, I'm coming --"
Ohana was on the verge of coming too: Kilyan could always tell when her eyes became hooded and she frowned. Her mouth was open wide and she was panting, her breasts were heaving heavily with Kilyan's thrusts, and just as they were both moaning, as they were both releasing their passion, Kilyan closed his mouth over Ohana's and filled it with his tongue. They came together, their sticky juices mixing, and Kilyan sagged on top of his wife.
"I thought . . . you were joking . . . about not . . . pulling out," Ohana panted as her husband showered her neck with slow kisses.
"Got tired of it," Kilyan admitted. "I wanted to feel you coming with me. I want to feel the heat of you tight around me."
"Well, then," said Ohana, smiling and putting her arms around Kilyan's neck. "Now we really have to think of names just in case. Go in there and make Lea happy, Kilyan. If I don't hear her whimpering and moaning in five minutes, I'm coming in there."
Kilyan laughed softly and kissed his wife. "Thank you, Ohana."
They smiled into each other's eyes, then Kilyan rose and passed behind the curtain.
Kilyan passed up the shadowy hall and pulled aside the curtain of the bedroom he shared with his wives. It was very dark in the room except for a single candle standing on a low table near the bed. Kilyan could see Lea's slender shape curled under the sleeping furs. He came to stand over her. She was breathing quietly, her white mane draped partially across her face. Kilyan climbed under the sheets with her, and closing his eyes, he explored his wife's body.
Lea had always been so soft and pretty. He loved more than anything the great soft mounds of her breasts: so warm and gently heaving with her little breaths. His fingers twisted a little at her nipple, then his paw smoothed down her slender belly to that hot nest between her thighs. He felt his dick rise at once. She was lying on her side and her legs were shut tight, so Kilyan lifted her leg, and running his paw up the soft inner curve of her thigh, he scooted close to Lea and carefully entered her.
Lea awoke with a sharp breath.
"Kilyan! What are you d-doing!" she stammered when Kilyan's thick cock pumped inside of her, and he knew she was stammering over her obvious pleasure and trying to sound angry.
"I'm making love to you," Kilyan answered. "Isn't that what it feels like?"
"Get off me, Kilyan!" Lea snapped. "I'm not speaking to you --"
"You don't have to speak to do it," Kilyan answered, kissing her neck in the spot where he knew kissing her would paralyze her with pleasure. It worked. Kilyan's lips sucked hungrily at a spot near Lea's shoulder and she gave an involuntary gasp of delight. Her body twisted and squirmed against him, and Kilyan knew when she started panting that she could pretend no longer. He smiled to himself and twisted at her nipple as he gently rode her, his cock sliding in and out with soft squelching noises that told him his sucking on her neck had deeply aroused her.
"Kilyan, you know I'm angry with you!" Lea cried, and he could tell by her voice that she was blushing. "Oh, how could you do this to me -- ah! Oh -- oh, god . . .!"
Kilyan sucked at Lea's neck again, and holding her tightly to his chest, he grabbed a fistful of her breast and pressed his cock deeper. He moaned in her ear, and she let out a shrill little gasp.
"Oh! K-Kilyan -- oh, god, it feels so good . . ." Lea whispered to herself.
Kilyan rolled over on top of Lea now, and bracing himself on one paw, he started pressing himself inside just as slowly and rhythmically, kissing her neck and cheek, her mane and her closed eyes.
"Lea," Kilyan whispered in her ear, "I want another pup with you. I didn't want to admit it before, but I've always kind of wanted a little girl too, especially now after Roan and Zane." He laughed to himself.
"But what made you change your mind?" Lea asked, startled.
"Ohana made me realize what an idiot I was being. And I couldn't stand seeing you so unhappy -- I just couldn't. So I'll sleep with you like this every night until you're pregnant." And so saying, he licked her affectionately under the eye.
"Oh, Kilyan," Lea whispered happily. "I love you!"
Kilyan leaned down close and whispered back, "I love you, too!" He nuzzled his nose in her neck and grunted as he strained to get as deep as he could, which wasn't a problem: Lea's pussy was gushing with her juices, and Kilyan shivered as her great pussy lips clung to him in a vise grip. She started gasping shrilly as he rode her and he grunted with her gasps until she had come. He came soon after, giving a choked cry as his seed spurted hot inside.
Kilyan started to pull out, but Lea asked him not to, so he rolled over on his side instead, his dick going soft inside of her, and he gathered her to his chest. They cuddled under the sheets, and Lea sighed happily as Kilyan held her close, kissing her occasionally, his big paws closing over hers.
"So you're happy, Lea?"
"Yes!" Lea cried and melted contently against her husband.
Kilyan held her close. "Good. That's all that matters."