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Clan Poallu

Chapter 48

Prince Tatuk was an enormous sleigh dog with an enormous dick who banged Azrian every night relentlessly and mercilessly. And . . . it was amazing. Azrian hated herself for enjoying it, but it was the first time she'd had sex - real sex - in twenty years. Her orgasmic screams would echo through the sea of igloos every night, to the point that some of the villagers would emerge and cheer, applauding their prince's skill in bed.

Every evening, Clan Poallu would take supper together around a great fire at the center of the village, like one big happy family, sharing news and exchanging pleasantries. The village consisted of both fluffy sleigh dogs and fluffy white foxes, all covered in war paints and wearing feathers and furs, bones and sealskin boots. They were a jolly enough clan, always laughing and singing, playing instruments and dancing under the starry sky. The clan chief was Chief Marmuk Poallu, a beautiful, heavyset, and regal bitch, and the mother of seven daughters and one son, that son being Tatuk. In the lands of snow, the royal line was traced through the females, and thus it was the females who ruled and who stood to inherit ruler ship. Marmuk's husband Valdoe was also referred to as "chief" on occasion but it was an honorary title and little else. The moment one laid eyes on Chief Marmuk, it was readily apparent that she was in command.

The morning after she saved them from the bear, Leyta took out a white horn and blew on it, long and hard. A group of hunters arrived within the hour, spraying up mist with their sleighs, and after arguing with Leyta in the language of the northern realms, they reluctantly escorted the group back to the PoalluVillage. At the village, they were led inside a very large, very impressive igloo, and in the throne room, Leyta presented Azrian to the chief and her family, speaking entirely in the language of the northern realms. Azrian understood the language - she understood all languages after her time as Second Light -- but Nkwe, Natasha, and Chase did not, so they had no clue whatsoever that Leyta was basically bargaining Azrian away so that she could return to the clan. Apparently, Leyta had been exiled from Clan Poallu. She groveled before the chief and offered Azrian to Prince Tatuk as a gift and an apology for whatever it was she had done.

Chief Marmuk and her seven daughters were seated in a row on their thrones of ice, all of them identically cold and identically beautiful, with bones in their noses and red paint dyed across their faces. The eldest princess - Princess Na-na-luk - had a great mane of red hair and cold steely blue eyes. She wore a vest of bear fur and a matching loincloth over deerskin pants, and in her right paw, she carried a jagged spear as if it were a scepter. She was the most adamant that Leyta should leave and take her "riff raff" with her. She seemed convinced that Leyta had brought sickness and disease to the clan by bringing outsiders. Apparently, outsiders had been through recently, and some of the sleigh dogs had fallen ill.

What was more, the chief and her seven daughters seemed very unhappy to see Leyta. In fact, everyone in the room was glaring at Leyta, including the many guards who lined the walls. The guards consisted of sleigh dogs and foxes alike, muscular and tall, male and female, carrying spears and daggers and bows. Azrian could see Chase's bafflement and thought Natasha looked very uncomfortable in the angry atmosphere. Nkwe alone seemed wearily resigned to whatever would happen.

Chief Marmuk seemed to agree with her eldest daughter that Leyta should leave and was one step from sending Leyta away when Prince Tatuk spoke up. Because he was male, the prince was sitting on a small stool off to the side of the room, listening with interest as he sharpened a knife. He was very big and muscular, at least seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick neck. Like his mother, he was a white sleigh dog with a bright red back and a bright red mane. His mane fell in wild curls around his strong shoulders, and he was wearing nothing except a long loincloth and a necklace with a bear tooth. A bear tooth was also through his nose, and his slanted eyes were steely blue, just like his sister's. Azrian found it sort of comical that his tail was curled so tight and small, it might have been a pig's, but when he thoughtfully uncurled it, it was actually quite long. On his bare chest, two red bear paws had been dyed. The others often referred to him as "the wrestler of bears," and when he spoke, it immediately became apparent that Leyta was to have been his wife but had run away from him. Azrian thought he sounded very hurt.

After listening to her son speak, Chief Marmuk's eyes softened and she commanded that Leyta should be publicly subdued for her deceit. It seemed to infuriate her that Leyta had apparently broken her son's heart. Leyta agreed to submit to the punishment if only she was allowed to stay, and Marmuk granted her humble request.

Then Leyta drew Prince Tatuk's attention back to Azrian. The prince had been staring at Leyta with quiet lust, and Leyta seemed adamant that he soon forget she ever existed. Unfortunately for Azrian, the prince seemed to do just that. He took one look at Azrian, and his paws halted. He nearly dropped his knife. He told his mother that he wanted Azrian, and though Princess Na-na-luk's breasts heaved in silent protest, the chief agreed.

Azrian didn't feel sorry for Leyta when she was led out to the center of the village and forced to suck Prince Tatuk on her knees. She was forced to do so as a show of her obedience and contrition. By agreeing to marry him and then fleeing on their wedding day, she had publicly humiliated him, and now, he would publicly humiliate her.

If Azrian didn't know any better, she would say that Prince Tatuk loved Leyta. As she knelt before him, he looked down at her with soft eyes and touched the back of his fingers to her cheek. She guiltily looked away from him, and this seemed to anger him. "You told me you loved me," he whispered in his language. "You lied!" Then he grabbed a fistful of her mane, lifted his loincloth, and crammed his massive erection in her mouth. He then began to thrust in her face, and the clan gathered to watch as Leyta struggled to suck, gurgling and choking on a penis that was too large to be true. As she was sucking, he yanked open her coat and tore her shirt. Her high breasts were revealed, shivering with sharp nipples against the cold air as he continued to thrust in her mouth.

Standing with the others on the edge of the scene, Azrian watched in horror as the reality sank in that she would soon be choking on that same huge penis. Beside her, Chase stood, stiff with rage and shook his head, not understanding why it was happening. Prince Tatuk's pink erection heaved against Leyta's straining mouth, and Azrian could see her struggling to swallow his seed. She tried to escape, but he tightened his hold on her mane and sighed as he climaxed. The cum spilled over, dripping from Leyta's mouth as the penis continued to heave against her lips, and Azrian noticed Princess Na-na-luk watching it all with cold and dignified satisfaction.

Azrian was later to discover that Leyta's public humiliation was not only a punishment but also a divorce. With Leyta humiliated and disregarded for her treachery, both parties were now free to marry. Azrian married Prince Tatuk the very next day in a large and very joyous ceremony, where all the villagers drank and danced, where little pups and cubs played in the snow.

Tatuk's family was very kind and welcoming to Azrian, even Princess Na-na-luk, who hadn't wanted Azrian there for fear of disease. They seemed to pity her that she "couldn't" speak their language but often spoke to her regardless, as if she were a poor thing that they must care for. They didn't seem to believe Leyta's lies that Azrian was a bandit or a scavenger. They welcomed Azrian like a sister while Chief Marmuk welcomed her like a daughter. And the kinder they were, the more miserable Azrian felt, because she knew she, too, would run out on Prince Tatuk before it was all through.

After the ceremony, Prince Tatuk took Azrian away to his igloo, a small ice hut not far from his mother's. The inside was close and cozy, with a bed of bearskins, chairs covered in bearskins, weapons and long pipes displayed on the walls, and a small window that let in moonlight. There were no cooking implements, as the entire clan was small enough to have two or three hunters who cooked for everyone else at the great fire. Prince Tatuk put a necklace of feathers around Azrian's throat with a gentle look in his eyes that melted her heart, and then he laid her on the bed and made love to her.

And he was big and strong, gentle and sweet, kissing and caressing her, fingering her clit as he moved inside her, watching with narrowed, intense eyes as she thrust her breasts and climaxed. He held her afterward, burying his nose in her mane, holding her so tightly that he seemed to fear she would disappear. And she would fall asleep with her cheek on his hard chest, tired and content and so warm in his strong arms.

In the morning, Prince Tatuk always left to hunt and always came back by noon with fish and rabbits and caribou meat for the clan. Sometimes he went out and killed those bears who were desperate enough to stalk the village. He would make necklaces of bear teeth and feathers for Azrian and place them around her throat before the entire clan, who watched his affection for her with happiness and approval.

In the evening, the clan storyteller would call everyone to the great fire, and as he weaved images in purple smoke for their enjoyment, Azrian would sit in Tatuk's lap and he would hold her, happy and content, as they listened to the story.

Prince Tatuk was also very young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen, so he was still very playful. Azrian kept forgetting that she was a fox and thus looked very young herself, so no one really seemed to realize her true age. But she laughed like a girl when the prince put her on his shoulders and paraded her proudly through the village. The villagers laughed as well. They truly loved their prince, and all of them still seemed to hate Leyta for lying to him.

In the few days that she was married to Prince Tatuk, Azrian was treated like a goddess, kept in fine feathers and furs, with the villagers bowing to her and practically kissing her feet. She had to wonder why on earth Leyta had run from the prince, from this sort of adoration and affection. Especially after having been exiled by her first clan. Clan Poallu and its prince would have protected Leyta from the other clan that had exiled her. And yet, she had run away? It baffled Azrian.

And then one evening, Azrian overheard Princess Na-na-luk speaking with her sister of how much she despised Leyta and was glad to have Azrian in her place. Apparently, Leyta had been having an affair with a young male fox behind the prince's back long before she married him. Both males were in love with her, and she loved both of them. When the young fox challenged the prince for Leyta in a battle to the death, he lost. Leyta fell out of love with the prince when he killed her lover, but married him because she couldn't see what else to do. Prince Tatuk, meanwhile, went on believing that Leyta was still in love with him.

After hearing that story, Azrian felt badly for Leyta. It really seemed some beasts had no manner of luck at all.

Azrian never spoke to Leyta again after she married Prince Tatuk, nor did she speak to any of the others. But she learned of them through listening to the idle chatter of Tatuk's sisters. The princesses loved to gossip and would sit on the grassy plateau that stood above the village until dusk, reclining in the grass and wrestling and chatting. They would take Azrian with them to the plateau, and because Azrian never spoke, they believed she could not speak, and spoke freely before about many things. Princess Tatec would gush about every wedding as she played in Azrian's mane, and it was in this manner that Azrian learned Leyta and Chase had married and were living comfortably in a small igloo together.

"Can you imagine that _whore's_nerve?" Princess Tatec demanded. "She cheats on our brother and runs away from him, then comes back here with her _new_lover and marries him!"

"I know!" cried Princess Bora in disgust. "It's so . . . trite."

Azrian was also soon to learn that Natasha had married - and not to Nkwe. Natasha met another fox, a young male by the name of Nonuntak, who was very tall and strong and did his utmost to impress Natasha with gifts of jewelry and feats of male bravado. Eventually, he won her over, and they were married within the week. Tatuk's sisters seemed delighted by the fact that Nkwe then made a scandalous appearance at the wedding and upset six tables fighting with Nonuntak. Nkwe was publicly disgraced for the incident by law of the Harbor and had to bend over and allow Natasha to publicly spank him with sharp grass for ruining her wedding.

Azrian felt badly for Nkwe. Not only had Natasha rejected him, but he was living all alone in a miserable tent made of furs on the edge of the village. He had insisted on a home far apart from the others and spent all his time there alone. He didn't even join the village at daily meals but rather hunted and ate by himself. Clan Poallu despised aloofness and had been whispering for days about driving Nkwe off. He was a skilled warrior and hunter who kept to himself and it made them nervous.

Listening to the princesses talk, Azrian knew she would have to make her escape soon. And she would probably have to take Nkwe with her.

That night, Azrian decided that she must approach Prince Tatuk about the Skkye Glass. It was still in Leyta's possession, and amazingly enough, she had not used it to some horrible end. She seemed content to merely keep a hold of it. Azrian had been bidding her time for the moment when she could take it, and she knew Nkwe had as well. Even if she and Nkwe hated each other, they both knew one thing was clear: the glass had to return to Skkye.

As he did every night, Prince Tatuk climbed on top of Azrian and kissed her all over, sweetly, softly, on her neck and breasts. His big paw closed on her breast and squeezed until the nipple jutted, and then he was suckling her tenderly. Azrian hesitated and put a small paw in his wild mane. She pushed her fingers through his mane, knowing that he loved to be petted, and he moaned and gently nudged her thighs apart. She felt the soft slap of his erection against her sex.

". . . my h-husband," Azrian whispered breathlessly as his hungry kisses intensified. Some small part of her didn't want his paws to stop. She was speaking the language of the northern realms and felt him stiffen with surprise.

Prince Tatuk pulled back to look at Azrian in astonishment. "Wife . . ." He sat back on his heels and regarded her, squatting with open thighs on the bed. "You can speak?" He frowned.

"Yes, my husband," Azrian whispered and sat up, covering her breasts and trying to appear meek. She needed his sympathy if he was to help her.

Prince Tatuk's frown deepened, as if he was hurt by the deception. "All these days of bliss," he said, "and you never spoke to me?" He smiled sadly. "Am I so ugly?"

Azrian was relieved to see his smile. She smiled as well. "No, my husband. You are . . . too beautiful."

Prince Tatuk chuckled, his deep voice pleasant as always to her ears. "Then why the deception?"

"I . . . was afraid," Azrian whispered. "And I was sad."

He looked at her in sympathy. "You don't have to be anymore."

Her heart skipped a beat when he leaned forward and kissed her warmly on the mouth, and then he was gently pressing her down on the bed, and he was making love to her, and she was surrendering, helpless to her own ecstasy, as the enormity of him drummed deep inside. She rocked beneath him, and as her hips moved in time with his thrusts, she could see Etienne, rocking, moaning, as someone bent him over and made love to him. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block it out. Etienne was having sex with someone, and it was real, so very real! He had finally moved on then? Her heart cracked just a little, and she sobbed just a little, but Tatuk thought she was sobbing with pleasure and hunched his back, driving himself deeper through her heat and moisture. Her sex tightened on him, and he grunted, and as she continued to rock, Etienne continued to rock, moaning, gasping - and then a paw closed in his mane and yanked his head back, and he was screaming . . . screaming as he was raped! Azrian could feel it even as it was happening to Etienne, as if an erection had forced its brutal way under her tail, and the relentless pleasure was mounting in both places, paralyzing her as her nipples hardened. Her eyes widened. She couldn't breathe.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!"

Prince Tatuk smiled, completely convinced that Azrian's trembling orgasm was his doing alone. He watched her breathless climax, his eyes soft with affection, his nose nuzzling her long neck. When she lay spent, he gathered her in his arms and held her tightly.

Azrian closed her eyes, gasping to catch her breath, as Prince Tatuk stroked her mane and showered her with lazy kisses. Oh . . . why did he have to be so sweet? But she couldn't stop thinking of Etienne, who was in danger, who was being sexually assaulted right at that moment! Now more than ever, she had to get away, if not to reach Wychowl. Etienne wouldn't be happy to see her, but she would rather he was alive and hating her than dead and unable to feel at all.

"I . . . wish . . . we could have . . . kits," Prince Tatuk panted.

Azrian glanced at the prince in sympathy. "Kits" were what the northerners called their children.

"Nature is so cruel that she made foxes so . . ." Tatuk pinched Azrian's chin and looked at her with soft eyes. ". . . beautiful."

Azrian smiled at him and closed her eyes. Now was the time. "My husband?"

"Yes, sun of my heart?"

Azrian smiled again. He was always calling her things like that. It was a sort of custom among the northerners to shower ones wife with titles of affection.

"When Leyta captured me," Azrian said and noticed how the prince's face immediately darkened, "she took some of my things --"

"I'll get them back for you," the prince said at once. "It is bad enough she steals you from your clan, but she then steals from you as well? What did that lying hussy take?"

"A dagger," Azrian answered, "made of ancient glass. It was a gift . . . from my father." That was at least partway true. Ti'uu had given the dagger to Atieno. For whatever insane reason.

"Then you shall have it back," Tatuk promised and kissed Azrian on the head. "Tomorrow, I will have her present the items at court with an apology."

"That is not enough," Azrian said and blinked, for the words were not her own.

"What more can I do for you, my wife? Name it, it is yours," Tatuk answered at once.

Azrian blinked in astonishment when the words came out of her mouth, "I want Leyta's head."

"Then Leyta's head is yours," Tatuk said with a nod.

Azrian was so shocked, she couldn't speak. In the distance, she heard Atieno's laughter.