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Chapter 33

"Sorel, Morin . . ."Teliso whispers, a small cub staring with wet eyes at the mess of sunken trees and rocks that used to be his burrow. Farewell, Mother. Farewell.

A paw closes on his shoulder. It's Waquini, one of the hunters who always looked after him. "Come," Waquini whispers hoarsely. "The gods have put your mother to rest."

The dream scattered to darkness when Teliso felt a tongue on his penis. Wet, warm, hungry, it gilded up and down his shaft. He moaned and frowned but didn't open his eyes. He could feel his body stiff with bandages. His injured thigh and chest had been wrapped. And he could smell medicine and . . . flowers? But now, something else was getting stiff too. As arousal came on strong, he grunted and his frown deepened. And he was afraid. The last time he received oral pleasure from a girl, he was sixteen. She died soon after when bandits attacked, and as a result, he had always associated that pleasure with tragedy. He hadn't been able to bring himself to . . . Oh, but there was no avoiding it now. The tongue was very skilled.

Teliso bit his lip as he felt himself swelling thicker and harder. He opened his eyes and glanced around. He was in a room the like of which he'd never seen before. He _definitely_wasn't in a burrow. There were tall windows with long curtains and polished furniture and a large hearth with chairs in front of it: he was in the dog lands. He was in an immense bed, and on the nightstand was the medicine he'd smelled before. He knew by the familiar scent that it was likely something used for infections . . . something _foxes_used. Which meant perhaps Asres was around. Perhaps Asres --! His heart skipped a beat when he saw the shape of a body under the sheets. Surely Asres wouldn't --! He ripped the sheet away with all his strength and was relieved to see not Asres but a small female dog licking passionately on his erection.

The dog froze and stared at him with her large, frightened eyes, waiting for him to send her away. Perhaps she'd never meant for him to wake up, but how could he not with her slurping all over him?

Teliso thought she was adorable. Her spiky black mane made her look like one of the hunters of his tribe. Yet her eyes were not the hard eyes of a warrior but were large, brown, and innocent. She was so small, he knew he could have folded her up in all sorts of delightful positions, and he would have felt guilty about such thoughts if she wasn't completely naked and licking him like candy with her ass in the air. She had licked him so ravenously, her spit had left him glossy and throbbing in her grasp. Her breasts were tiny and sharp and hung shivering as she knelt over him. She was entirely still, waiting for a reproach.

Teliso didn't think he could speak. His throat was dry, and when he opened his mouth, his chest cracked painfully to take in air. Pain tore through his chest again when he tried to sit up and he moaned. She looked at him in sympathy and slowly kissed the head of his penis. The pleasure tingled through him, and he saw himself flinch in her paw. He squirted a little, and it dribbled over her fingers. She licked the pre-cum away with a careful tongue that made his toes curl. Then she waited again, simply looking at him.

"Don't . . . stop . . ." he wheezed. The hole in his chest made it difficult to speak without pain, but this was worth it. Teliso had never been with a girl past oral pleasure. And the one kneeling over him right now . . . he wanted her.

She wanted him too. Her brown eyes hooded with lust, and smiling at him, she carefully climbed on top of him . . . and brought the tight, hot sheath of her sex slowly over his erection. Teliso moaned long and low and melted into the sheets. She was wet and incredibly tight and so hot and clenching. She moved on top of him slowly at first, always bringing herself down until the lips of her sex were touching his sack. Eventually, he took her backside in fistfuls and squeezed as he helped her. Her long lashes fluttered, her hips snapped harder, and they panted as they rocked together, her small breasts shivering, their wet lips so close, they steamed each other's mouths with the heat of their breath.

The little dog hesitated and gave his cheek an affectionate lick just under the eye. When he smiled, she licked again. She was going to lick him another time when he caught her mouth to his and surprised her with a kiss. Her lashes fluttered but she melted into the kiss, and then he was holding her tightly as the heat of her wet walls sent him to Heaven.

Later when they lay spent, she curled up against him, smiled, and contently lay her cheek on his chest. He stroked her mane and thought to himself, So this is what a bitch is. He'd heard stories of the female dog when he was a cub living with the hunters who had survived the earthquakes. The hunters used to tell stories of female dogs they had encountered in the forest. It was always a good lay, according to them, as female dogs had very long tongues and a tendency to drool. Teliso didn't understand it then, but he understood it now. He would never forget that wet, hot tongue on his penis, nor the way she had drooled so heavily on him. The spit had been rolling in globs down his shaft. He couldn't decide if it was her drool or her wet sex that had brought him more pleasure.

Sunlight reached through the high windows, and as they lay in its warmth, Teliso looked at the female and realized she was the same black breed of dog as Gallus. He frowned sadly as he wondered if Gallus lived. He remembered Gallus sealing off the passage so they could escape, the tears in Asres' eyes, the long trek through the tunnel and finally into Etienne's very bedroom. Teliso thought they were lucky they weren't killed on sight. But it had been so dark in the tunnel, they had no way of knowing what time of day it was when they finally emerged. Had Etienne been asleep in bed, he might have been too muddled to recognize Asres, and then they'd be dead.

Teliso stiffened nervously when someone entered the room, but he was relieved to see it was only Asres. Asres was now clean and groomed but was wrapped still in the trappings of a tribal fox: clothes made of bearskins and feathers in his mane. His movements were slow and sad, but upon seeing the young bitch in the bed with Teliso, he paused and shook his head disapprovingly.

The young bitch climbed from the bed with shame and dropped to her knees on the floor. Teliso watched in disappointment as she crawled toward the door with swinging breasts.

"No . . .!" Teliso managed and frowned. "Where is she going? I want her."

The little bitch stopped and her ears pricked forward, but she seemed pleased.

Asres wasn't pleased. He took a seat beside the bed and frowned at Teliso. Teliso could feel a lecture coming on and stared at the ceiling. Sometimes Asres was like the father he'd never had . . . and had never asked for. But he glanced fondly at the reproving older fox, and he knew he was very glad he had met Asres. He'd been alone so long, he'd forgotten what it was like, having someone who cared about him.

The little dog came to the bed and lovingly covered Teliso with the blanket. She then set to work straightening the room. The room didn't really need straightening, though. She was busying herself because Teliso wanted her near. And he was glad. The smell of her was soothing.

"Etienne has an idea who attacked us," Asres said, and Teliso was secretly relieved to have avoided a lecture.

"Such Great Danes work in the service of Curith," Asres continued heavily. "So the dog belonged to Curith and therefore to Ayni."

Teliso shook his head against the pillows. "We don't know that for certain."

"We don't," Asres agreed, "but it makes the most sense right now. I . . . I never told you this . . ." Asres blinked guilty at the bed sheets. "I was to become a priest of Maret and am bound to her still. I came to Wychowl to assist in finding her chosen and putting them on the throne." He paused, and Teliso knew he was waiting for a response, perhaps of anger or betrayal. Maret and her tribes were not regarded highly by Kutre's children, after all. And by withholding information, Asres had committed Teliso to assisting Maret's cause unknowingly.

But Teliso found it hard to care about anything, even the fact that he had almost died. Asres was wrong not to tell him everything from the start, that was true. But even if he'd known why Asres needed his help, he still would have risked his life to help him. What else did he have to do? And why should he care if he angered Kutre? What had she ever done for him?

"It's alright, Asres," Teliso said hoarsely. "If I hadn't helped you, I wouldn't have met . . ." His eyes alighted on the little dog. She was reaching on tiptoe to dust a bookshelf and the motion pulled one of her breasts up. ". . . her."

Asres scowled reprovingly again, and Teliso couldn't understand why he cared so much about who he had sex with!

"As long as things are good between us," Asres said, though his moon-shaped eyes glanced irritably at the little dog, who was meekly dusting off a lamp as she avoided his eye. "I'll ask Etienne to send a male Beauceron to look after y --"

"No!" Teliso burst, and Asres looked at him in amazement. Teliso sheepishly cleared his throat. "That's not necessary. I like . . . ah." He paused. He'd had sex with the dog and didn't even know her name.

Asres slowly shook his head, his reproving frown deepening. "Her name is Axel. And if you'd like to keep her on, I suppose there is little I can do. But I must warn you that she belonged to Princess Zeinara. The princess will not like that you . . . took liberties . . . with her slave!" Asres got to his feet, still looking between the two as if he wanted to throw them both over his knee. "I'll return to check on you come supper. Get some rest, Teliso." He smiled and moved toward the door, and he was almost out when Teliso called his name. He paused with his back to the room, his head bowed over the door's long golden handle.

"I'm . . ." Teliso swallowed. "I'm sorry about Gallus."

Asres closed his eyes . . . and went out the door.

It didn't take Teliso long to begin recovering from his injuries. Depending on the severity of a wound, healing magic could only do so much. So while it took time for the holes in his body to mend, it didn't take much time. He soon found himself limping around Wychowl on a cane, with pretty little Axel ever at his side. She followed him everywhere and helped him with everything. Every morning, she helped him dress, and every evening, she helped him bathe. They made love every night, sensuous and slow, and it was nothing like he'd never dreamed. He was exceedingly happy living at Wychowl with Axel. To the point that he didn't want to leave.

Teliso was also glad to be with Etienne again. Etienne had always been like a goofy uncle to him, and though twenty years had passed, the king hadn't changed a day. The first time Etienne came to see Teliso, he did one of his silly parlor tricks, pretending to pull a banana out of his ear that had really been up his sleeve the whole time. He was still funny and charming and even handsome, though Teliso could see the lines of worry and age around his eyes.

What Teliso found most shocking was Etienne's eyepatch. At first, he'd thought it some joke, something to make him laugh. But as it turned out, Etienne truly had lost his eye. Teliso looked at the weary king, who was trying so hard to laugh and smile, and he saw only loss. The Sight let him break through, and he could catch blurred images of Zeinara laughing, painting, teasing her father. Zeinara was always on Etienne's mind, to the point that any time he came to Teliso's room, Teliso could _See_Zeinara's ghostly image moving around the room. It wasn't really her but the memory of her. She'd once sat in the chair at the desk and had cried on a day when it rained. Though the day was sunny, the memory broke through as Etienne was talking, and Teliso could See the room as it had been the day Zeinara cried.

Teliso wished there was something he could do to help and told Etienne as much. But Etienne only smiled and assured him that he'd already helped enough by keeping Asres safe. Teliso remembered laughing. He hadn't kept Asres safe: Asres had kept him safe. But he didn't protest. Etienne wanted to put him at ease, so he let him.

One evening, Teliso went for a walk with Axel through the chapel garden, and that was when he found the graves. Four little headstones, all in row. Someone had been tending them, for fresh flowers had been left, and there were even knee depressions in the soil where someone had knelt. The four headstones read four names: Harrison Reed, Albert Connell, Floyd Crawley . . . and Suluk Kesuk.

Teliso froze when he saw Kesuk's name. All these years, he had never imagined that Kesuk was dead. It angered him that Etienne hadn't bothered to tell him. But now . . . at least now he knew the truth.

Seeing Teliso's sorrow, Axel squeezed his arm and looked at him with flat ears. He glanced at her, and it suddenly occurred to him that she had never spoken a word in all the time he'd known her. According to Etienne, Beaucerons by nature didn't speak much. Teliso remembered how rarely Gallus had spoken and realized it was somewhat true.

"I knew him, Axel," Teliso explained. He looked at the gravestones again. "Kesuk. He was my friend. I spent years out in the forest, thinking one day he'd come back and save me." He shook his head darkly. "What a_cub_ I was. He couldn't even save himself."

"He died protecting the king," Axel whispered soothingly, and Teliso's ears pricked forward to hear her soft, lilting voice. "It was his sworn duty."

Teliso's heart was beating a mile a minute. Axel had the sweetest voice. He looked down at her with soft eyes, touched her face . . . and kissed her slowly on the lips. She yielded, all soft and warm in his arms. He pulled back to look at her, and in that moment, he realized he was in love with her. And he wanted to stay with her forever.

Axel was trembling from the kiss. "Y-You've never kissed me like that before, Teliso."

Teliso smiled. "I like it when you say my name."

Axel smiled as well and her lashes fluttered prettily.

Teliso looked at the gravestones again. "My mother loved Kesuk to the very end. I always hoped to tell him that. Because I know he loved her too." He looked at Axel. "And he would have done anything to protect her." He peered into her eyes to make his meaning clear.

Axel grinned, bounced up on tiptoe, and threw her arms around Teliso in a kiss.

***

Etienne and Asres were watching Teliso and Axel from one of Wychowl's great balconies when Etienne noticed Asres scowling.

Etienne shook his head. "What do you have against Axel, anyway?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Asres said at once and turned away from the rail. "It's just . . . I had hoped Teliso and Yeneneshe would . . ." He sighed.

"Fall in love?" Etienne supplied for him.

"Yes," Asres admitted, his back to Etienne. "They're around the same age, they both have so much in common, and Teliso is such a nice boy --"

"As if love ever cared about any of those things," Etienne said with a laugh.

Asres leaned against the back of an armchair. "I suppose you're right," he said, folding his arms. "You and Taiga had absolutely nothing in common and you were a jerk . . . but she loved you still."

Etienne laughed. "I was a jerk, eh?" he said, approaching Asres with his paws behind his back.

Asres made a face. "The biggest," he teased.

Etienne laughed again. They fell into a happy silence, and looking at Asres, Etienne felt guilty that he hadn't come in contact with his friend long before. But what could he have done? He'd spent years believing Asres was dead.

Asres dropped his eyes to the floor and his long dark lashes swept down. "All these years, I thought maybe Taiga was with you. So many rumors circling about foxes in your court, and it wasn't even her . . ."

Etienne frowned. "But wouldn't the Sight have shown you she was . . . gone?"

Asres shook his head. "Maret took my gifts, Etienne. She took it back, all of it. I only gained the Sight again recently, and when I met Teliso, it became stronger." He smiled sadly. "I worry about him," he continued, frowning past the balcony at the sky. "I think Maret wants me to draw close to Teliso. Like maybe she wants to use him. Another fox with the Sight would be invaluable to her. And he's a decent sorcerer."

"I wish Maret would go to Hell," Etienne said bitterly.

Asres looked at him sympathetically. "But Maret is our only hope, Etienne. She can bring Zeinara back safely."

Etienne scowled. "Can she?" He began to pace up and down, and he knew his sudden anger had alarmed Asres, but he couldn't help it. "Zeinara is in trouble right this moment, and it's Maret's doing."

"What's the matter? What's happened?" Asres demanded, his pretty eyes round in wonder.

Etienne sighed. Where to begin? "Zeinara is being held over in Maldoene." Etienne lifted his brows. "Apparently, my cousin has got it in his head that worshipping Maret will get his tail on my throne."

Asres frowned. "No," he whispered unhappily.

"And there's more," Etienne said heavily. He couldn't stop pacing and felt more agitated by the minute. "Azrian and I have a son, and that bastard_Jule has got him too." He shook his head bitterly. "No telling _what he's done to him. And if I don't support Jule's marriage to Zeinara, Maret will kill Ettoras." He smiled sadly. "That's his name . . . Ettoras."

Asres watched Etienne sympathetically. "And you never knew about your son?" he said in amazement.

Etienne turned his back, not wanting Asres to see the hurt in his face. "No," he said in a low, bitter voice. "Azrian never bothered to tell me."

"Maybe she had a reason," Asres softly assured him.

Or maybe she just doesn't give a damn anymore, Etienne thought angrily. "At least I know where they are," he said aloud. "I've already a plan in motion to free them." He laughed softly. "Just think. In a few months . . . my son will be here."

Asres smiled at Etienne's back. "I bet he's handsome and charming. Just like you."

Etienne laughed, but his laughter trailed away to a sad breath. "The next step will be S'pru . . ." His eyes lifted to the distant world burning away in the sky. "It won't be long until whatever is happening up there . . . comes down here."

"I'm sure Azrian is still alive," Asres said soothingly.

". . . the Sight tell you that?" Etienne whispered sadly.

"No," Asres answered. "But it could give us an idea what's going on if we joined consciousness again."

Etienne shook his head, his paws behind his back. "Maret is an idiot. She gave you the Sight back - the one thing that would allow you to work against her."

"Maybe she never thought I'd work against her."

"Is that what you're doing?" Etienne asked - more sharply than he'd intended. In the silence that followed, he felt the sting of Asres' hurt, and he knew he was wrong to question his old friend's allegiance. But Asres had always been very devoted to Maret, even after he stood up to Feven. For all Etienne knew, Maret had caused Asres to cross paths with Etienne _just_to make him more sympathetic to her and her plan for Zeinara. Asres was likely doing Maret's bidding and didn't even realize it.

"Zeinara is my niece," Asres said quietly after some time. "I would never do anything to harm her."

Etienne closed his eye to hear the hurt in his friend's voice. "I know, Asres. I'm . . ." he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"How do you know this Nkwe isn't working against you right now?" Asres demanded. "He and his sister worship Yfel, for god's sake! And you let them stay here with Zeinara!"

Etienne didn't turn. He hated how angry Asres sounded. "Nkwe and his sister didn't keep me prisoner for months," he said calmly. "I trust them with my life . . . and with Zeinara's life."

Asres snorted. "And look what they have done! The vixen has kidnapped someone. And her brother could be a part of it as well. For all you know, he's the reason Zeinara is gone!"

Etienne shook his head. "Nkwe loves Zeinara like his own. And he loved Taiga. So much I pity him. Zeinara didn't run away because of Nkwe and Mogethis. She ran away to find Azrian. . . . she ran away to find you."

Asres laughed softly, sadly. "She ran to find her uncle. She truly is your daughter."

Etienne laughed as well, thinking of that night twenty years before when he ran away to find Charles Kingsley, his uncle. He could only imagine what Asres was thinking: all these years, and he'd never told Zeinara about her own uncle, her mother, the _truth._He finally gained the courage to glance over his shoulder and saw that Asres was standing with his paws at his sides, regarding Etienne with wet eyes. When Etienne finally met his gaze, the black fox turned away and sat in a chair.

"Etienne . . . if you're worried about Azrian, I could use the Sight to find her. You would see her too."

Etienne swallowed. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen Azrian. He wasn't certain he wanted to. "I'm willing to try," he said, surprised by how hoarse his voice was.

Asres nodded. "Come here, Etienne."

Etienne obeyed, moving through the room to kneel before Asres.

Asres placed his paws on Etienne's forehead and whispered, "Close your eyes and relax . . ."

Close my eye, you mean, Etienne thought but he obeyed. A second later, and his mind was flooded with images of Azrian. She was wandering in a place that was white and cold, and the sun in the sky was blinding. The wind beat back her long red mane, and she was wearing a tattered bearskin coat, holding it shut against flurries of snow. Her face turned, and Etienne saw her golden eye flash as it reflected the sun. His bright blue eye was framed by her long lashes. It reflected another's face like glass, though the face was hard for Etienne to make out. Someone touched Azrian's lip . . . and then they were kissing her hungrily.

Etienne scowled and tore himself away from Asres. He staggered back and hit a table but managed to keep from falling. He wanted the images to stop, but they wouldn't long after he had broken away. He could still see the male kissing Azrian, slowly, tenderly, and though she seemed reluctant, she wasn't even fighting it. Large paws pealed off her tattered gown to reveal her breasts, and then they were squeezing them. She frowned in ecstasy as the male buried kisses in her neck, and her long red mane tumbled forward around the side of her face. Her body rocked. The male was inside her. Her mouth slipped open to release gasps Etienne couldn't hear. Etienne clutched his head and just wanted it to stop.

When the images finally faded, Etienne opened his eye to find Asres had slumped in his chair and was leaning forward. Asres was panting, his long black mane swinging down to drape around him. Etienne could hear him breathing and he sounded like he was crying.

"What . . . did you see?" Etienne asked breathlessly. He remembered the last time he let Asres into his head, they both saw different things. It didn't sound like Asres had seen anything good.

"I . . ." Asres gasped again and didn't seem able to catch his breath. His head was still down, almost between his knees.

"Take . . . your time," Etienne panted and dropped into a chair opposite. He adjusted his cravat and pushed back his mane, trying to sooth the anger burning in his heart. Could it be that Azrian had stopped speaking to him because she had moved on? Maybe she'd finally found some immortal who could kiss her without dying, instead of having to meet her in dreams that weren't even real. Maybe . . . no. There had to be a reason she was kissing that male! There had to be . . .

Asres finally lifted his face, and Etienne was unhappy to see tears glistening on his black cheeks.

"What did you see?" Etienne repeated anxiously.

"Azrian kneeling over your grave . . . crying . . ." Asres whispered. "I felt her sorrow . . ." He sniffed and wiped at his tears with a shaking paw. "It was so intense."

Etienne dropped his head back against the chair. "Lovely," he said to the ceiling.

Asres' chest was still heaving, but he smiled at Etienne. "No, Etienne, it's a good thing. I think . . . I think the two of you had married. She was no longer the Second Light. She was mortal. Her mane had turned gray and she was very old . . . . And all around her was this beautiful forest. And with her, your descendants. Your children. And your children's children."

Etienne frowned. "Are you certain?"

Asres smiled. "Yes. It is one possible future the two of you could share . . . which means she's still alive right now, wherever she is."

Etienne's face darkened. "Oh, I know she's still alive! I saw her kissing someone else!"

Asres frowned. "You don't know what could have been happening there, Etienne --"

"It was bloody obvious, Asres!"

Asres shook his head. "Etienne, without context, anything could have been happening. Wait before you jump to conclusions and just be happy she's alive."

They both fell silent, their eyes wandering out over the balcony to S'pru. It was still burning away in the distance, and as darkness fell, its orange and yellow glow set their eyes aflame.

"So they're both alive," Etienne muttered. "Azrian and Zeinara. My girls."

Asres smiled and his moon-shaped eyes crinkled up. "The way you describe Zeinara, she sounds just like Taiga. Taiga mastered everything too. She was the best with a spear and a master with a bow. She always worked twice as hard to please Mother and Father . . . and the gods."

And look where it got her, Etienne thought darkly.

Asres shook his head and his chest heaved miserably. "I wish I had been there to raise Zeinara. All this time and --"

"Asres." Etienne reached over and placed a firm paw on his shoulder. "It couldn't be helped."

Asres shot from his chair. "But, Etienne, I had the Sight! I saw the earthquake before it happened, and I was too stupid to realize what it meant! I could have saved --!"

Etienne got his feet as well. "Hush," he whispered and pulled Asres into his arms. Asres wept quietly, and Etienne stroked his mane, thinking that for all the years they'd been apart, Asres was still so soft and so pretty . . . and so softhearted.

"I let Feven down, and I let Taiga down!" Asres said hoarsely. "I let Gallus down!"

Etienne looked past Asres' thick black mane and smiled: Decius was standing in the doorway with a younger male Beauceron. Etienne could only assume the Beauceron was Gallus, as he was wearing animal skins and feathers and looked badly injured. He was leaning heavily against Decius, but his eyes were fixed on Asres and he was smiling.

"Now he's lost because of me!" Asres continued wretchedly.

"I wouldn't say that," Etienne said.

Asres pulled back to look at Etienne in confusion, but his head turned, and when he saw Gallus, he flew across the room and leapt on him. "Mi gilana!" Asres shouted. Gallus laughed as he was pounced, but his strong legs kept their balance. He hugged Asres tightly, and the teary lovers shared several frantic kisses and whispers.

Etienne looked on in amusement a moment before he was approached by Decius. "Let me guess," he said to the Beauceron, "you were scrubbing a window and Gallus there burst out of a portrait?"

"I was dusting a bust," Decius corrected.

Etienne laughed. "Well, send for the physician, will you? I'd let Asres care for him, but he's never been able to focus when he's emotional."

"Yes, your majesty," Decius murmured obediently and hurried off for the royal physician.

"Oh, Gallus!" Asres cried happily and the lovers kissed.

Turning from the teary reunion, Etienne returned to the balcony and stared up at S'pru. He listened as Decius returned with the physician, who calmly insisted that Gallus should allow him to examine his injuries. The couple stopped kissing long enough to follow the physician away. Decius closed the doors behind them and turned to face the room. And the slave just stood there, regarding Etienne darkly. It suddenly seemed as if his entire demeanor had changed.

Etienne glanced at Decius and brushed off his confusion. "Turn down the bed, will you, Decius?" he said wearily and loosened his cravat. "And ready the bed warmer."

"Yes," Decius whispered and set about turning down the bed.

Etienne started to remove his coat but felt too tired. He stood slightly hunched at the end of the bed. "Decius . . . help me undress, will you?"

"Most certainly, your majesty," Decius said under his breath.

Etienne went still as Decius straightened up and slowly turned to him. A smile spread across his black face as he transformed into . . . Captain Franklin?

Short, fair, and handsome, the captain smiled and kicked the legs from under Etienne. Etienne dropped with a grunt to his knees, and then the captain's thick shaft had crammed its way into his mouth . . . and down his throat.