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Crossing Boundaries

Part Seven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Continued from part six…

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Kael didn't quite know what he should have been looking for after he'd gone up against the dragon anthros, their canny wile and how he had completely and utterly decimated them, as if fighting them was no trouble at all. It had been an almost uncomfortable fight with his psychic powers against their magic, even if their magic had been something that they'd actively had to train in. At his young age, however, his psychic powers were, of course, still developing and would not hit another spike for a good few years.

Still, it had been enough. Enough to keep them away from him and enough to draw attention in another way too.

Giselle peered over his shoulder as he read the note, frowning, perched on the edge of his bed. He didn't want to get too comfortable, just in case he had to get up again too swiftly, on edge, expecting…something. Kael just didn't know what.

“What's that?"

That, at least, was a question he could answer.

“There's a meeting called for later in the week, between me and Oshun…" He frowned more deeply. “Apparently, she's a dragon, a battle mage like those others. I guess that's something that runs in the species for dragons."

It was not a jab but an observation, one more thought that Kael filed away for future consideration. The German Shepherd anthro, however, was less about keeping things in mind and more about writing them down, keeping a notebook of all they learned, studying the same things as Kael, even if she was not actively training in magic. Relationships and people, amongst anthros, were as important as more formal studies, especially when she was there to protect him.

He sent a message back to Oshun that he would meet her, though that didn't help the curling feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. But he would have been amiss to believe himself invincible there, a human amongst anthros.

He would see just where it took him.

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Others at the university, however, eyed him with a new sense of trepidation and respect, depending on their personal opinion on the “magic" battle that had taken place. Psychic powers up against magic really was not a fair contest at all, though they did not know that, seeing some deeper prowess in him, some manner of study that they must have not yet come across. And how had it been that one man had been able to take out three trained, or in training, dragon battle mages?

Kael welcomed the conversation, yet the sense of unease persisted, even as a curious raccoon pressed in a little too closely. Some of the anthro species did not take personal space as much in mind as humans did, but that was something that he was going to have to get used to, or make his boundaries known.

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“What magic did you use?" The raccoon, who had not introduced himself, pressed. “I've never seen anything like it… Well, actually, I didn't see anything at all. How did you do it? Come on, you can tell me!"

He tried to elbow Kael, but Giselle growled, not understanding the light-heartedness of it, Kael forced to stay her, laughing uncomfortably. It was hard to make things seem light and easy, to build relationships that he desperately too wanted to delve into, when he had to ensure that Giselle knew that the others there were not a threat, even though that was what she'd been trained for.

“Er…" The raccoon gawked at Giselle's teeth, Kael not quite quick enough. “Alright, alright, keep your fur on…"

Others whispered to one another from a distance, though whispering, for most anthros, was not something that they expected to be able to keep secret. So many, after all, had excellent hearing. Giselle, however, was the one who could hear better without employing any powers, Kael believing it was better to make it look like he was normal, just like any other student. His psychic powers were not something, after all, that he had to show on the outside.

“They think that humans have a kind of magic too," Giselle fed back to him, panting lightly, for the days were moving into the warmer months. “They think that your psychic powers are human magic and now you're training in anthro magic."

Kael twisted his lips.

“That makes sense, I guess it would be one way to explain it, though there's no training involved."

“I wouldn't tell them that."

Kael agreed. It would make him seem elitist if they found out that there was not any training for what humans had at their disposal, even though it was not his fault. It was a part of being human, at least for him.

“They don't understand the technicalities of what you did and some of them are wondering if I can do it too, if dogs can do that." Giselle chuckled, covering her muzzle, though the group discussing them turned their heads sharply, cottoning on that they were being listened to. “They don't know that I don't have psychic powers, not even like their magic powers."

Kael looked at her strangely.

“But you could learn magic, if you wanted. It's not about having an innate ability, not like psychic abilities. Anyone who wants to learn magic can do it – amazing things too."

The dog gave him an equally strange look back. Some things simply were not in her manner of thinking, though the world around them was changing, opening doors that had, before, remained closed. Their relationship, for example, was one of those things.

“I'm here to be your bodyguard, Kael, not to learn."

But was that right? He didn't have much of a chance to ask her about that as they moved on, trying to relax, to talk, to interact, though the reactions that they got from other anthros were mixed. Some moved away when they came closer, others pried with too many questions, though he could not blame those that probed for being curious. Was that not the whole reason that he was there, after all, because he was curious? There was no technical reason for him to learn magic except out of interest. That it could be phrased as a diplomatic edge, if not a mission, was simply a bonus for the human countries and, of course, his father too.

There was one anthro, however, who was always glad to see him – other than Giselle, of course. It seemed harder and harder to keep Celine, the anthro wolf woman, under wraps, for she was always around, or so it seemed. Whenever they came home, most of the time she was there waiting, openly wagging her tail, acting far too pleased to see him than she really should have. Their relationship was going to come out sooner or later, he was sure of it, though it was likely going to be one that had a better ending than if anyone found out what there was between him and Giselle.

Still, that was hardly something that he wanted to think about as the wolf rode him furiously, grinding down on his cock over and over again, sexual fervour deliciously getting the better of her. She was insatiable, if inexperienced – though that was swiftly changing. Experience came, after all, when one was having sex multiple times a week, if not more. It was not that Kael didn't want to enjoy her sexually too, their relationship building and developing differently to him and Giselle, but that he was worried about what others would think if they knew that Celine was around his quarters so much.

But he would not think about that, not even as he had to grab her muzzle, closing her mouth as she tried to let out a howl of orgasm. Kael growled in the back of his throat, sexual energy coursing through him, a kind of heat that he could not say that he'd ever known existed before he'd spent time with Giselle and Celine. The female anthros brought out another side of him in adulthood that could not have been teased out at all without their hip, heels bearing down into the squeaking, groaning mattress, thrusting up and up into Celine's hot cunny.

Giselle watched, though it was hardly because she thought that the wolf was any risk at all to him anymore. The German Shepherd canine openly enjoyed it, panting heavily even if her hand was not between her thighs, fingering her pussy, sliding deeply up into her wet folds. They clung to her fingers, slick with moisture, in a similar way to the wolf's sex around his cock, yet even Kael had to marvel, in his inexperience, that they felt so different. It was not something that he had ever considered before, but to his young mind there was no better place to be than with one of them.

The passions of the body heated up and up between them, no one considering the lack of protection at all as Celine was rolled, forcefully, onto her back, though that did not at all mean that the wolf was weak. Oh no, she knew how to get what she wanted from him, wrapping her legs quickly around his waist, ankles locking around one another so that she would be hard to dislodge. Kael, however, grunting, had no desire at all to not give her what she wanted and needed, the grind of her hips luring him on as she bucked up against him. The position was not the most comfortable with one of her heels digging into his backside, but Celine had never intended it to be so, panting, heaving, moaning out his name while he kissed her to silence her.

Oh, it was a shame to do that… But she felt too good against him, her nipples perking up through her fur, her bare chest brushing tenderly up against his. Even in the coarseness of devout passion, there was a lighter brush of deliciousness to be had too, something that made his heart leap and sing in new and wonderful ways. Giselle pressed in close as he thrust and thrust, spreading open the wolf's folds with every stroke of his shaft, the canine curious and aroused both at the same time.

She would have him next, however, as Celine's muffled screams of climax flooded his mouth, Kael at least dimly glad that he had had the forethought to kiss her, to mute her in some way. But he wanted to hear her cry out, begging him to go on, to thrust harder, to give her even more pleasure, even if he knew that what he wanted was one of the very things that would have them uncovered and caught if he allowed it to happen. He loathed being the responsible party, always thinking of more, something else that could happen, clinging to her, lost in the moment, fingers digging into her shoulders, her back, holding her close and tight. It didn't matter to Kael if his fingers were squashed under her body, only that he could thrust and thrust, bare skin dripping with sweat, Giselle's warm body pressed so close that he could feel the heat emanating from her.

It was hot, more so than he realised in many ways, one of the luckiest men in the world to have two sexy anthros who wanted to spend time with him. As the wolf collapsed back, panting and whimpering, Kael broke the kiss, instead sharing a more tender one with Giselle, the dog understanding more about what he liked, her fingers circling and pressing on her clit repeatedly until she climaxed a moment after him.

One moment he was thrusting and the next he was sharing lust and bliss with Giselle, her fingers softly stroking the line of his jaw, up to his cheek, his cock aching powerfully as he spent everything that he felt he had to give into Giselle. There was no holding back as her tight pussy milked him of his seed, though he knew better that the squeezing pressure on his shaft was merely a reaction of her body, muscles responding. She wanted him, but none of them were skilled enough in the art of lovemaking, not yet, to employ any kind of finesse beyond that, as much as they may have liked to.

But it was better to enjoy the moment, passion curling through, Kael pressing Celine's hand up passionately above her head as if he sought to trap her there, but the wolf was far more engaged in licking and nuzzling at his chest and neck, everywhere she could reach, to even consider escape. She was where she wanted to be as his nuts spent everything into her, pressed as close as it was possible to be, lust coursing through in a way, even then, that was impossible to deny.

He moaned, resting his forehead on hers, though he still recovered quicker than he had expected to be able to. Maybe it was just youth or maybe it was something to do with how simply hot the female anthros were, Giselle panting for attention as she let his hard shaft, leaving Celine to relax and recover on the bed, slide into her pussy. On all fours, he could thrust deeply, even though it was a less intimate position. Some could have said that it was a dirty position, considering the name that had been giving to it, the dog moaning out loud while he filled her over and over, stroke after stroke.

Yet it was still their lust to take as they wanted, Celine propping herself up on the bed to watch, Kael's seed trickling from her pussy. It marked her lips and trickled down over her inner thighs, but it was not something that she wanted to clean from her body, some part of her enjoying the slick feel of it, the tiny little sensations that could call her attention to parts of her body that she never paid much mind to. And watching, perhaps as that was how she had first discovered their relationship, could be as hot as participating sometimes, getting her riled up and randy for another round, to feel his length inside her again.

Giselle whimpered, her head lowering along with her chest, pushing a cushion up under her torso while her backside pushed high. Her tail flicked up, wagging back and forth, brushing his chest, yet the submissiveness of the pose could not be denied as he groaned deep in the back of his throat, head spinning with pounding, driving lust. He needed it, so very badly, cramming his length into her as if there was nothing else for him, nothing else at all that he could have possibly wanted more than her.

Sex took everything else from his mind, bringing a release to his muscles unlike anything that he had ever thought possible, lips parted, the salty taste of sweat lingering there. He licked them, over and over, yet there was more heat to come as her pussy squeezed around him, the canine bearing back as his cock sank deeper into her. The only reason that Kael was able to hold back from getting off again, too quickly, was due to his first orgasm inside the wolf, stamina heightened for that second and sometimes third round. Yet he could only go so much, pleasantly forced to finger the female anthros at other times while they begged for attention. Well, Celine demanded it more than begged, but there was a growing, cheeky glint in Giselle's eye that suggested that she more than knew how to get what she wanted too. Serving her master could come in many ways and there was nothing there that said that she didn't have to enjoy it too.

It was lust and something more, everything tied together, but none of them understood what that meant yet, how that manner of thing would develop between them. Neither did they have to know, as long as they were being respectful to one another through everything, Kael's driving thrusts growing in force and power as he tested how much Giselle wanted, how much she could take.

He didn't have to be gentle all the time. The dog's moans, as much as she tried to stifle them, burying her muzzle into her arms, rose and rose, an unstoppable force. All he wanted to do was to hear them filling the room, but, alas, it was not to be as she was forced to muffle and mute herself, his cock ploughing into her, the smack of his hips on her backside rising. That was a sound that was usually more muted by her fur, but brought a tingle of deeper fervour to the canine, skin prickling and itching with a need for something that she could not put a name to.

Yet she had what she needed, the driving length of her master's shaft pounding her even as her hand desperately wormed its way under her body. Giselle wanted too much, everything at once, but she had to get off too, wanting his shaft, her lust, her pleasure, ears flicking back and forth, body rippling with the kind of tension that could not be so easily shrugged off. The canine whimpered, biting her tongue, yet not even that accidental flare of pain would be enough to tease her down from the brink of a high that threatened to overpower her.

As if knowing what she was going through, Kael tenderly covered her body with his own, protecting her from something that he did not understand, pleasure wracking her, pumping through, wave after wave. She grunted and heaved, staying as quiet as was possible for her, yet that was difficult with Celine up on the bed engaged in her own climax, lust swelling, the kind of passion that was not kept quiet through any means.

Kael thrust and thrust, but he could not hold back ultimately. There was no need for him to as he wrapped his arms around Giselle, one hand finding her breast while the other arm kept her as close to him as was possible. His groans rolled into her as he reached his high, spurts of seed flowing into her pussy, the angle of her hips helping it flow even more deeply into her, though that was not something that either of them were considering. Still, it was not a worry, not when he was a human and she was a dog anthro: they were just too different.

Still, the moment of sweetness pulled on, even as he let her relax under him, kissing her hair, the back of her neck, murmuring softly to her. Even as Giselle trembled, he drew her gently up onto the bed to join him and Celine, the three of them lying semi tangled together, legs and tails all wound into one another, panting softly, trying to calm down from a high that had been shared between all three of them.

That they spent a lot of time having sex, however, did not mean that there were not other things to be held in mind, in particular Celine's insatiable curiosity about humans, his life, the world and the land that he had come from. The wolf rested her chin on his chest, begging him once again to tell her something about his life, where he'd come from, though she had listened to so much information from his lips that Kael would have been surprised to hear that she had taken it all in. Despite wanting to absorb all that she could, the wolf was not a sponge, but it made his heart warm to hear her so interested. Having been there already, Giselle did not express such curiosity about what was, presently, behind her, but was more interested in what lay ahead at the magic university.

“Did you live somewhere like this?" She asked, the tip of her grey tail twitching back and forth, shadows dancing and leaping on the wall where the candles in the lanterns were burning down, something to set the mood. “Lots of anthros…people? Or no people? Were you alone there?"

Kael shook his head, his fingers tracing a path on her upper back, circling around, back and forth.

“Sort of… Well, I knew that there were people around, but we didn't always see them. We lived in arcologies, though I was around lots of people who thought they were more important than they were. Politicians…" He grimaced. “I guess they have a purpose at their level, but my father's work in diplomacy seemed more involved. I wanted to learn more, but I could never get into it."

Giselle and Celine blinked at him and he chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck while the dog cuddled in a little close to his right side while he lay on his back.

“Sorry… What bit is weird? You've seen where we lived, Giselle?"

She shook her head.

“No, we were down in the barracks, outside your cities. I didn't really travel anywhere, only to a couple of other training centres when they wanted me to take on new roles and skills. I did train others once too."

“So, the arcologies are densely populated areas. Most of them are massive towers, but there is a lot under the surface too, like icebergs. They're designed to have a low environmental impact and yet allow us to live and develop, to study and learn. Just, you know, not destroy the world around us."

They understood that well enough, so he pressed on.

“They don't have schools for psychic abilities, not like they have for your magic here. They have schools for other kinds of learning though. I guess everyone must learn somewhere. You can attend in courses or filter in with public learning, those have set semesters and usually a chunk of time off over winter. No one wants to be learning when it's that cold out."

“Wait, so you don't have to study your magic…at all?" Celine's eyes grew wide. “Why don't you? How can you use it then?"

Kael nipped at his lip. How should he explain?

“It's not magic…but psychic powers. It's a lot more brutish than magic, it doesn't feel as refined. There's less that can be done with it technically but the power of it is usually what allows advancements and developments, using science where those can't cover everything."

“We can use it from when we're born," he continued, though it felt like giving up a big secret to say such. “Babies can do…though they only really can push dim impressions at people, which is probably just as well. They can tell you when they're hungry or uncomfortable though, which I guess helps. And those powers grow over time, starting around when you're five… There's spikes, more or less at the same times for everyone."

“So, they grow more powerful when they're older? Even you?"

“Yes, that's right. Everyone gains more powers as they age, though I guess it gets more useful as we age too. I wasn't able to do much before I was seventeen when it jumped again for me."

Celine listened, enraptured.

“I wish our magic was like that… But how long does it go on for? Is it indefinite?"

Maybe that was one more thing that he liked about the wolf: her sharp intelligence. It was impossible to get anything by her and neither would he have wanted to.

“Sure, though I don't think it's ever been recorded in anyone living past three-hundred or so, and those are only those that live exceptionally long lives."

“What?"

The wolf sat up, her eyes wide, mouth a little agape. Kael blinked.

“What are you asking?"

“Three hundred?"

“Well, yes. But I don't think Giselle or me will live that long. I think the average lifespan is more around two-hundred-and-fifty now? Something like that."

Giselle nodded in agreement, though the wolf frowned, sitting back, a little more space between them than she would have usually put there.

“Isn't it like that for you? Do you only live to two-hundred?"

Celine shook her head, but even she knew it was not Kael's fault.

“No… More like eighty. Some around one hundred? But not that long, no, nowhere near that long."

She swallowed hard, but what she had on her mind was not something that she wanted to discuss, Kael drawing her in against his chest, spooning her, her back pressed to him. For a moment, they were quiet, the gap in their lifespans putting unwanted distance there, though it was not something that either of them could control.

“I guess our medicine is better," he said softly, kissing the back of her head, where the hair lay between her ears. “Maybe that's something I can bring here too… Me being here has more benefits than just a little diplomacy and learning."

For he wanted to keep seeing her, to know that she was healthy and happy and well, even if there was a big part of him that knew, sensibly, that it was very unlikely that his relationship with Celine would progress beyond their time at university. He enjoyed spending time with her, but human relationships often changed, shifting and moving, considering how long they lived. He didn't know yet what anthros were like in that regard, though he had heard something about some species mating for life.

Was Celine one of them? Was that something that she wanted for herself too? Even then, his care for her growing, Kael could not be sure that that was something he wanted also.

They came together again, softly and slowly, helped by Giselle as she nuzzled the wolf, coaxing her to relax again. The two of them did not interact sexually, per se, but there was a growing friendship between them, perhaps borne out of their proximity to one another. It was impossible to not get to know each other better when they were both spending so much time with Kael, quite often naked.

Celine moaned, relaxing, tension easing from between her shoulders, his shaft hardening again against her backside, willingly lifting a leg up and forward for him, pulling one knee towards her chest. It offered up her folds for him once more, her sex dripping with evidence of his previous orgasm. But it was comforting to her to have a physical distraction, panting and moaning lightly, though not in a way, that time, where she would have to be shushed and quieted by either Kael or Giselle.

Slow, leisurely, patient sex was a good kind too, the kind that could go on and on, Giselle taking a chance to press in close to Kael from the other side, cuddling up to his back. They were all in a line, lying across the bed, pillows scattered, sheets rumpled, and not a damn one of them caring.

Kael, however, knew of something more, something that could help them, maybe, if he could have them apply it to anthro lives as well as human ones. Maybe that was where his absorption of diplomacy and tactics, from his father, would come out into the open. But not then, not in that moment, holding Celine so tightly to him that it was as if he was afraid that she was going to be taken away from him right there and then.

She asked to hear more even while he was inside her, making the best use of their time together, his shaft plunging deep, stretching her up, staying in close against her so that there was little need for him to draw back at all. Nuzzling into the back of her head, lips tickling her ears, Kael told her what she wanted to know, slipping in questions of his own.

To learn that the anthro lands were closely connected into pretty much a single country, after the last human counterattack, was surprising to him. He'd always imagined them to be quite separated, shifting, warm and comfortable, between the two female anthros. Giselle ran her hands down his sides and he leaned into her, though going into detail on which of the anthro countries had attacked the human lands before was not quite the most appropriate conversation to have during sex.

“They're not always spoken of… Ooof…" Celine moaned, tongue fluttering as she panted, head tipping back. “I guess everyone went along with it, concerned about what else would happen… I guess I don't really understand that. Not when it happened what seems like…mmm…so long ago."

She didn't care for what had happened in times gone by, if she could have something special there, something sweet, panting and whimpering, the feel of a human body against hers taking her away to another time and place. Regardless of the friction and tension between humans and anthros, she could not imagine a better place to be. Maybe they had been wrong about humans all along, all of the differences they'd seen in life changing, twisting and turning, all so that she could gain a better understanding of what had happened, what would happen.

She could only hope.

She was happy where she was, panting and whimpering, keeping her voice down even as Kael panted hotly against the back of her head. How did that feeling, just as it was, feel so good?

“Did…" He struggled for breath, Giselle giggling behind him. “What about other anthros? What are they like? The old blood? Do I…need to be worried?"

Celine's eyes gleamed, though Kael could not see.

“Oh no… With how quickly you defeated them, I can't…mmm…see them being a problem. They are old blood though, like you say. They think they're better, though I can't see it. But isn't there always one anthro or person that thinks they are better than everyone else? Anthros are no different, Kael."

She rolled his name around on her tongue for a moment as if it was a flavour that she enjoyed. They were not all that different after all, regardless of what had been said to her about humans long ago. Her mother had not had much to say about them, before they'd separated and her mother had made sure that she had everything she needed for a good life, but the impression that Celine had always been left with was something of danger.

Kael was not dangerous though, not like those dragons, battle mages that had forgotten about the finer art of fighting and only came off as blood thirsty. She told Kael as such, hissing through her teeth as his cock found a particularly sensitive spot inside her, tail flicking up, brushing against his stomach. It was not an easy position to stay in, her tail getting in the way of so much, but Celine could not imagine ever being without her, considering how much a part of her it simply was.

“And the others? Why are there so many modern anthro races? Why so many?"

“I'm not sure… It's only recently though, comparatively. We didn't come together like this until the last few hundred years, but I think it's all for the better. Dragons and gryphons and phoenixes and chimaera… Oh, there's others too but I forget. They were all here before us, though you could say it was magic that helped us become what we are now. That's why magic is so important to us."

She had to pause, his cock stroking deep into her, their passion rising. It was not sure for how much longer they would be able to enjoy one another's conversation and their bodies, but it was an oddly erotic activity to share such good conversation between one another while sharing their bodies. It brought them together in a closer way than even him and Giselle, though his relationship with the canine was going to keep going on regardless of anything else. Such tight bonds were hard to unravel and they had already been through so much that to simply turn back would not have been possible.

They were all there together, all in it together, regardless of the paths prior that fate may have had in store for them. And as he plunged his shaft into her, reaching around her to caress her breasts, playing curiously and erotically with her nipples, he knew that there was more, so much more that they could share with each other.

He spent himself inside her a final time for the night, though he was too tired, at that point, to worry about trying to cum for the fourth time. His body ached in a new, unfamiliar way, and Giselle helped him, rubbing his back, though it was not as if she could soothe that deep ache from his shaft and balls, the feeling of soreness in the pit of his lower abdomen. But she would do everything she could for him, her master, massaging his thighs, easing out his hamstrings, rubbing his shoulders and down his back until, finally, he relaxed into slumber.

Still, the morning brought with it more questions, Celine talking while Kael listened, even if Giselle was reaping the rewards from treating her master so well the night before. With the anthro on the edge of the bed, lying back with her hips at the line of the mattress, he was able to access her pussy easily, sliding his fingers into her, teasing her, showing her more of the pleasures of the body he had picked up on, though a lot of that had come from watching the two female anthros as they enjoyed him. He could mimic, in a way, what they did, giving them more pleasure.

Celine told him about nagas, though didn't know much of their history, Kael fascinated but distracted. That it was morning and Celine had been there the whole night too passed his attention, not needing the candles or lanterns anymore – he'd made some magically powered ones too, practising – to see by. She was closer to him than he had ever anticipated happening, but it was far too late to bac out of their arrangement that had blossomed into a relationship, though no one would have gone as far as to say that it was any kind of love. That, after all, was too far for them, something that perhaps was for others to indulge in.

He drove into Giselle with long, deep sensual strokes that rocked her entire body, trying to give her as much pleasure as could be deemed physically possible with every thrust. She groaned as he powered through her, nose brushing the sheets on the bed, though stayed obediently in place for him even as her whole body quivered and sang in pleasure. The canine could not have gotten her tail up any higher or more out of the way for him, pushing her backside softly back at him, sweetly and simply begging for more, even if that was for her master to decide.

Having a master like Kael to serve had proven to have more benefits than even she could have imagined, whimpering, moaning, rubbing her muzzle down into the sheets without even understand what instinct it was that drove her to do that. All she knew was what she craved from him, the passion throbbing through, how full and deliciously so she felt when his shaft was inside her. She rocked back on him wherever she was able, spearing her pussy full on his length, again and again, wanting more, the bond between them growing stronger and stronger each time they came together.

But she wanted what he wanted and maybe that was why things between them came together so wonderfully and beautifully, her breath catching, her legs a little bent, for she would have pushed her hips too high otherwise if she had stood while bent over the bed. Her hind paws were only there for support as her master powered into her, stroke after stroke bringing her to a high of pleasure all over again. Giselle buried her muzzle passionately into the sheets as he slammed in, a heady grunt rolling forth from Kael, though she matched him with her own muffled moans while the wolf got off a little more noisily. They could only hope that there was not anyone passing by Kael's quarters at that time, but, even so, it would have been too late for worries about that anyway.

What he learned from them as he fucked them, though even that word seemed too harsh for what they were doing, was more about being a man, what it meant too about being an anthro. Yet such long, languid sex sessions should never have revealed as much as they did, despite Kael prodding, probing, words as much a currency between the three of them, though learning more about them brought up things like the older anthros still, though Kael could not help but marvel at the notion of centaurs. Those, along with unicorns and even what humans had named in the crude tongue of myths and legends “thunder birds" sprawled forth in the deeper, older kingdoms, places where the old blood ruled. They did not mix often with the independent anthro kingdoms, though no one could be quite sure how they differentiated between one realm or tribe or however they chose to identify themselves.

That was something that delving into anthro literature could reveal a little more of, though, in that moment, sprawled across the bed with the German Shepherd's head on his chest, her tail wagging faintly, Kael wasn't thinking about any of that. He was already more than where he wanted to be, moaning softly, his shaft softening after the high of orgasm. His head spun in the afterglow, though his mind had raced so much that he could not have said that he had been fully present in the moment, though he regretted that. Despite his ferocious appetite for learning, for knowledge, he would do well to remember to be mindful, not to let other neds take him away from what was immediate and heated and oh so very fruitful.

Learning, as he'd learned, was not the only thing that he could have in life, after all.

They dressed for the day, Celine cursing anthro curses (he didn't really understand what it meant to have one's tail sticking up or ruffled fur, never having felt either for himself) as she rushed through everything. The wolf hopped on one hind paw, trying to get a boot on, Giselle giggling, happy and naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“If you went naked like most of us did before, you wouldn't have to worry about getting your clothes on in time."

“What – nude? In public?"

Celine gaped, but did not admit to the roar of heat flaring through her, as if it was blistering up and through her from the very pit of her being. Her mouth closed, but behind her lips she sealed away words that could have given her even more pleasure. It was not that she wanted to live a life as Giselle had, per se, but to be nude before many, showing her prowess, her physical capabilities and magical ones too out on show for all to see… There was a sexual air to the liberation of, quite literally, baring it all.

Still, she dressed and gave Kael a long, deep kiss before rushing on her way. There were still lectures, after all, to attend.

Kael, however, did not have a lecture at the university for another couple of hours, so, after sending Giselle to pick up some breakfast for the two of them to enjoy in their quarters, he settled down at his study desk to read. At the very least, he could learn more about dragons, their world, why, perhaps, those dragons had seen fit to challenge him. Every anthro species was different and yet the most mystery amongst them lingered with the old blood species, even if that was a self-given name.

He wondered why, curious, perusing, delving into the maps that denoted their homelands, the rugged mountains, scarce of prey. No wonder they were well-primed to be battle mages, having grown up and developed in such a place, though there were depictions in the books that he had borrowed from the library too in how their civilisations had developed, all the way from tribes up to cities. Their homes, strangely so, were not all that different to what could be seen in the human lands, though they carved out tunnels and caverns from rock, becoming one with the land and using what nature had already laid down to their natural advantage. That did not mean that they did not funnel and use their magic to the full extent of their abilities either, making underground, mountainous cities with a hugely protective stronghold at their back.

He turned the page, a shaft of morning sunshine falling across the page. There, it did not rain as much as it did where he came from. That was nice.

Their home, however, was not on the same land mass as many anthros, which was interesting, but not something that he had considered before. Bar lakes and ponds and rivers, he had never travelled across a mass of water – and the dragons were across the ocean from his homeland, though he had never been there. Celine had told him that they only united into one country, with all the anthro kinds within, around fifty years ago, and that matched up, though the chaos in accounts remained in what had been recorded. He supposed that was to be expected.

They were not to be trifled with, however, and it troubled him more, in a way, that he had been able to best them so easily, his time with them shifting, changing, becoming something that could hold off dragons, the most renowned battle mages and magic users of all anthro lands. If he drew too much attention to himself with his psychic abilities when all he wanted to do there was to study, he would be in for a world of trouble unlike anything that he had ever opened up before.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Maybe he would learn more when his meeting with Oshun came time.

Maybe.

But he wasn't so sure, even after all that he had dug into, that he wanted to know more.

Continued in part eight…