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Crossing Boundaries

Part Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Continued from part five…

Life improved for Kael – as well as it could for any human who was studying in what was a foreign country to him, with all new things, customs, ways of living. He struggled to keep up with some nuances, some instances, Giselle helping him. The dog had inadvertently become a student of anthros herself, the German Shepherd working to keep up with him, noting down friends, enemies, her sharp eyes missing nothing. It was no wonder, he thought, watching in admiration while her studious glance took in everything with a single look, that she had been top of her class in training. Maybe he had not solely made his decision, after all, due to his attraction to her.

“Wow…"

He collapsed on his bed at the bed of a long day, still in his clothes, though he'd forgone the cloak with the lure of the warmer weather coming. It did not feel as proper to wear it anymore, despite everything, many other students clinging to theirs as if they felt the cold a lot more than him. Kael was very much aware that, regardless of where the focus of his studies was, on magic and the use of it, he had so much left to learn about the anthros in the world too. Maybe that was one area where humans had slacked off, to say the least of it?

“You seem covered for the next two weeks, Kael," Giselle said, finding it a little easier to use his name as she sat cross-legged on the rug beside his bed. “You have already covered the content for the next two weeks of classes, except for alchemy, but I do not think that that will cause you a problem."

Kael laughed softly, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Maybe I should not have studied so hard before coming… But how was I to know?"

“You were not to know, master."

“You know you don't have to call me that, right? Especially when other anthros don't like to hear that."

Giselle pursed her lips, the tight line of them pressed a little closer together than would usually have been comfortable for her. The canine's tail tucked down, ears slanting back. Despite their closeness, he had not yet learned to read her emotions, her expressions, as well as he could for humans.

“I know…Kael." That time, his name came with difficulty, a grunt and a moment of subtle hesitation. “But we are different, even if I'm not as they think, not a slave..." She sighed. “I know you know what I mean. It's different. But these words are familiar to me and they always will be."

She did not know how to put into words what she wanted to say, yet it was not at all in Giselle's nature to remain forlorn for long, preferring to look ahead, a lolling of her tongue spilling from between her lips and a smile pulling itself forth. She preferred to be happy, the nature of it simply coming naturally to her, which even she supposed came with the territory. She sat easily cross-legged, fur fluffed up in the cool of the room, though she did not understand why her master kept it so chilly in there sometimes when he had so much less hair to cover his body than she did. Some things, as much as she might have liked to see and find the reason in them, just didn't make sense, not to her. But she was content in not knowing everything, learning and changing, developing with her master, enjoying serving him as all canines in the world wanted to do.

Kael was not privy to anything that was going on in her head, lying back, his hands behind his head, thinking of his lectures. The introductions had been easy enough to go through and it seemed that a good portion of the first semester was engaged in private study and assigned reading, which was self-explanatory to him. He only had to dig down into it and not think about anything else – and there he was, lost in a book. Giselle often took multiple attempts to garner his attention when he was wrapped up in a particularly engaging text, as thrilled by studying and the pursuit of knowledge as he'd ever been. It was strange, a little, but not so much so that he could not relax into something new.

“Kael?"

Giselle smiled, easing over him on the bad, though it was unusual for her to be “above" him in any way. Maybe that was yet another small indication of how their relationship was changing, though one could wonder whether the differences between them, their species, was something that two alone could overcome. Only time, in that case, could tell.

He blinked lazily up at the canine, her smooth, elegant muzzle, the darkness of it sweeping back into the tan markings of her body. Her eyes were soft, warm pools that he could lose himself in and he was, quite frankly, keener than ever to do so. It was too easy.

“Yes?"

But he knew just what she wanted to do with him, for him, as her lips brushed his, the kiss deepening quickly, as if there was no way for something like that to be at all chaste between them. Her tongue dipped sensually into his mouth as they kissed, his fingers trailing through her fur, stroking behind her ears, enjoying the moment exactly as it was, stretching out between them.

Sure, he had friends… Yet Giselle was the best friend that he could hope for, finding more between them to explore as the days passed. Their clothes hit the floor, Giselle only needing to wear it due to the other anthros at the university, what they would have said otherwise, and he rolled her over onto her back, bending her legs back, need rampant.

“Mmm… Yes, master…"

That one was a tease, her eyelashes fluttering at him, the pink of her tongue slipping out to lash against the side of her muzzle. She licked her lips, eager for him, lying back, her legs lifted, though there was too much muscle there for her flexibility to allow her to push her legs all the way back to her head, even with the bend at her knee. Maybe in time, if Kael wanted her to be able to do that, she would be able to, but, until then, they would have to enjoy and lust for what was afforded to them right then and there.

She moaned, the tip of his hard length pushing at her folds, finding the slit of her pussy as her breath caught – yet he was in just the same state as her. Bed sheets rumpled beneath her, a pillow slightly askew under her head, but Giselle could not care, not as he eased into her, his lips a hair's breadth from hers, hinting at the kiss to come.

It did not soften, however, as his breath washed over her muzzle tenderly, his shaft pushing deep, stretching her open, her hot, wet passage welcoming him inside, deeper and deeper. The push of his cock knew exactly where it was going and her head swam, fingers digging into his arms, light claws and all.

“Ohhh…"

Her moan could not have driven him on any more than it already did, hips working, pushing and pumping, thrusting for their ultimate pleasure. On his knees, his thighs slanted forward towards the bed, driving in deep, wanting more, though the moment still came with the sweetness it deserved, despite his fervent, rampant strokes.

He could not have held back even if he'd wanted to, his virginity long lost to Giselle. So far, she was the only woman that he had slept with, his one piece of solace in a world that he still could not have said that he understood. Maybe that was okay, maybe that was alright, if he was there with her, his rock to root him where there was little else to keep him where he needed to be.

Her moans drew him, the slurp of her tongue flickering in and out of her lips a reflex, chewing and licking, relaxation seeping through her. Muscles may have been tense and contracted with the passion of the moment, trying to buck her hips up against him even in such a position, but she could not. It was not a sliver of submission, but mutual pleasure strung out between them, the pads of her hands lightly damp with sweat as his skin glistened, perspiration gleaming on his skin in a way that it never would on hers.

Although they were different, they were together, and that was all that mattered as he thrust and thrust, letting his body come down over her crotch, her clit caught by the roll of his body driving into her again and again. He grunted softly, powering in, though words did not need to be spent when her fur tickled his skin, the soft touch oddly exotic even after the many times that their bodies had already come together.

Kael did not think, only breathed, living in the moment, lips brushing Giselle's, feeling out how they moulded to his. They were meant to be, his shaft throbbing, aching, need rising. What more may have come of their relationship remained to be seen, considering how relations between humans and dogs were still seen, but perhaps there was something that he could do, despite everything that he had learned from the day he had first been capable of thinking.

There was no thinking while he plunged into her wetness, her juices slick around the length of his shaft, her passage massaging him, pulsing around him, her broken howl of orgasm swamped by his lips as he claimed her muzzle. He had to climax, had to cum, the need of it overpowering, pulling at his senses, stirring deep in his gut, even before, he had thought that it was something more primal than even he understood but the need for orgasm was something that he'd only come to understand with Giselle, the passion that flowed right along with it.

Orgasm burst forth and his mind was gone, lust pulsing through him, ecstasy overwhelming. Yet it would always release him, eventually allowing him to come back to his senses, as his bare shaft spent a load inside her, balls feeling tighter than they should have, but that could have merely been the set of his body. He didn't think of it as a risk when they were both different species, though something of that nature would only be dangerous to those more cautious than the youngsters only out to feel a brush and a blush of intimate pleasure.

In the afterglow, Giselle sprawled across his arm with her nose half on his chest, the two of them relaxing, warmth seeping through them. The chill of the bedroom no longer seemed relevant at all as their skin prickled with heat, murmuring to one another, their cries softened, muted, slipping down into the teasing out of delight.

It was a relationship, even if one that neither of them understood, not yet. Not conventional, not regular, but intimately theirs.

Giselle snuffled against his chest, Kael's arm tightening around her.

That was all that it had to be.

*

Kael could not have said that the lack of practical magic usage was appealing to him, but he still sat up a little straighter, smiling as the lecturer paused before him, the anthro mountain goat tapping her hoof-like fingertips on his desk.

“Excellent work, Kael. The theory you've excelled in will prove useful in the practical studies we will be moving onto next semester."

He smiled but not too widely. He didn't want to make enemies. Even though they were all there to learn, some had only gotten into the university due to their status, politics as rife in the anthro lands as they were for humans. Others wanted a break from restriction and their parents, gifted but lacking direction in life, for there were no two anthros at the university who were exactly alike. And he didn't want to cause offence, in a political sense, to anyone, knowing that his position was under close scrutiny.

A group of lemurs eyed him up, slender and lithe, though of different species even in that class. He smiled at them, letting his gaze graze theirs for a moment, only for the polite amount. If there was one thing that he'd learned from his parents, it was to be calm and calculated, to think things through as they were without speculation. Assumption was the enemy of politics and to be diplomatic was to also employ strategies – and to be willing to change those.

He sighed softly, not letting his lips move too much so that it did not show. He didn't like having that part of him in mind but to be an ambassador for humans in a land of anthros… The importance of that, his purpose in diplomacy, was not lost on him.

He couldn't fault the professors of the faculty and the other staff members for how welcoming they were, treating him just like any other student, as far as he could see. The only difference for him that he could see was the fact that he had his private quarters and he didn't have to advertise that to others there, even if they probably had guessed that he was being kept separate from the other anthros.

They managed to eat in the canteen, though the tables felt a bit low, as if they had been designed for smaller creatures than humans, despite the vastly varying heights of the anthros all around. He particularly liked the shorter rodents, how they scurried along, but was sensible enough not to voice that to anyone, except in giggles to Giselle. It seemed that low and uncomfortable seating was a common theme, regardless of which land or which country he was in. Everyone was in the same boat there.

“Hey – Kael!"

A lynx waved him down and he smiled more readily, his stride relaxing a little as Giselle trotted a few steps to keep up. The lynx had more of a red hue to his coat, edging the black of his broken stripes, but his attire was a little more proper than what others wore there, clad in a waistcoat-like top and trousers that allowed space around his thighs and then clung to his calves. Kael could only be glad that he had not gone so far as to wear curly-toed shoes too, though those were the fine kind of imitation leather (close enough to what Kael was used to using in his home country) that gleamed and needed to be fed with conditioner and polished.

“Didn't think you were getting out so early, Garth," he said easily, falling into step beside the lynx. “It feels like a long week."

That was true. Studying things over and over again that he had already pored over in detail was quite tiring, despite him being glad too that he knew it already. It made him feel like he could do things there, that he would not be behind, for that had been a very valid concern of his that he would be outclassed by those who had been around magic for their entire lives.

Conversation flowed easily between him and Garth, though it should have come to Kael as no surprise that the lynx was still something and someone of an outcast. Not in such dramatic terms, of course, but there was still a sense of distance that the lynx kept from most others. He was the sort that liked who he liked and didn't want to worry too much about what others thought of him, even if that meant that his circle of friends was smaller. Kael thought that it was better to have like-minded people surrounding him too, but he still understood that there was a need to be more widely appealing. Private opinions did not always have to be shared publicly, whereas Garth's lips tended to run amok with him.

“The report for potions will take most of the week but I think it should be feasible to complete."

Ah, so formal too. Kael's lips quirked. He didn't quite slip into casual language like Kael, and others too, were apt to do outside of class.

“You've got a lot on, it's weird how they're pushing so much before we've even really gotten into the semester."

“But you know most of this already, don't you?"

Kael grimaced.

“I might have read a little too much prior to coming… Does it show?"

Garth chuckled, the lynx's ears quivering as he shook his head.

“No… But you never complain."

No, that was not right of him to do so. Kael studied with Giselle in the library, the tall, domed ceilings lending a sense of history, ladders lining the walls so that books could be retrieved. He would not have complained even if he had been buried under so much work that he could not breathe, let alone wriggle free from it. He was not immune from the troubles of being a student, after all, and a politician's son would do well not to appear to be outwardly struggling.

On leaving the library, however, things other than studies came to the forefront of their attention.

Dragons. They were impossible to miss, tall and imposing – all bar one, a weedier runt who hung back from the main group. Kael had wondered if he only got to hang around with them, before, because he was of a mythical class too, “the old blood" of creatures that had existed long before the anthros that everyone knew in the modern day and age were around. But he was not the focus of their attention as the three burlier ones with broad, solid shoulders stood tall, made to look even more imposing by their wings rising above.

Their colours were strong and bold, all of them male even though Kael was not, yet, well-versed in dragon-kind. Their horns were a similar shape, pointing back from their heads, but rising slightly to the sides in a way that reminded him of the horns of a bull – not that he would ever say that comparison out loud. The membranes of their wings folded lightly between the spines of them, but Kael still had to try not to stare too much, the light glancing off their scales through the large windows, other students hesitating, pulling back. Maybe they sensed something he did not.

Malachi in purple scales, Brayan in green scales and, finally, Zaid in the crimson scales of a warrior. Maybe it was crude of him to consider them in terms of colour but to someone unfamiliar with the dragons and trying to make sense of everyone around him while he had to put names to unfamiliar faces.

The dragons blocked his way, shoulder to shoulder, standing across the corridor. They didn't seem aware that they were stopping anyone, not just him, from carrying on, but that was no matter to them. Kael paused, an eyebrow raised, Giselle tensing a minute fraction. As always, she was ready.

“Yes? What's going on?"

It was calm and it was calculated, but his heart pounded as if it was trying to beat a path out through his ribcage, adrenaline pumping. No one could help that. Malachi smirked.

“We're initiate battle mages from Harvanos," he said, seeming to deepen his voice. “I am sure you are impressed, human… Everyone who is anyone has heard of us."

Kael kept a politely neutral smile on his face.

“That is indeed a…good thing." Diplomacy there was, unfortunately, out of his young reach. “I'm afraid I'm trying to get to my next class though, if you'd excuse us…"

Of course, it was Zaid who held out an imperious hand to stop him, not that he could have wormed his way around them anyway. The red dragon's eyes narrowed, ridged with a heavy brow that gave his face and features more expression than one may have expected from an anthro, but the muscles and twitches beneath fur on others conveyed more than human eyebrows ever could.

“I don't think we can do that."

Kael's face remained blank and impassive, though Giselle's tension was palatable in the air. He couldn't blame her, what with her training, but she couldn't attack them – not if he was to retain positive relations.

“Indeed…" Brayan added, studying his claws as if Kael was not even worthy of his attention. “While the countries involved in this…alliance with humans are weak enough to require such treaties, our country is not connected. Your victory makes you of interest to us."

Kael had to fight down the urge to roll his eyes. Could they be any more condescending? They had anthros surrounding them, muttering, at that very moment – and, still, they mocked their lives, their history!

“Kael of the humans…" Zaid growled, one hand raised, a flicker of magic cupped in his palm as if he was about to hurl it forth. “I will duel you today. Let everyone see the true might of dragons and why humans are the weaker species!"

Giselle growled and Kael held up his hand to stay her, forgetting himself. It was not a polite gesture to those that were not used to it, a group of rabbits clustered nearby gasping, though they could not help but watch the show.

“I don't think that is wise today, Zaid," Kael said, choosing his words slowly and carefully. “We're inside, there are others here, think of the damage that could be done. Neither of us should be out to prove any idea of power either, for we are both here for the same reason – to study."

Zaid laughed, yet the sound chilled Kael to the bone. There was no humour in that sound, something darker lurking, while their conflict drew a bigger audience, the hallway thick with anthros.

“You have no choice, human – or are you so weak that you don't think you can last a second against the power of a dragon?" Zaid's smirk grew cruel, lips twisting, a glint in his blue eyes that spoke of a chip of ice. “That must be it… You think that you're better than us, that you can send your servant out to do your work for you. That's all that humans do, of course, your weak-minded conquering. Maybe that's why they thought that sending one puny example of your kind would be enough to secure your encroach into the anthro lands of these weaker species."

Kael held up his hand, taking a step back. He'd heard those words before and they could have been placed into the mouth of anyone, whether anthro, human, or someone else entirely, meaning nothing.

“I think I will be going now. I don't have to stand here and listen to this, not when it benefits no one. Perhaps at a better time for all involved, we may duel, but not when it is against the rules and restrictions of student conduct on university grounds."

Half-turning to leave, his attention slipped, the warning growl from Giselle the only thing that notified him that something, seriously so, was awry. A hand closed on his shoulder as a bark ripped from her throat, Zaid spinning Kael back to face him even as Giselle's training kicked in. The German Shepherd barrelled by her master in a bundle of raw fur and fury, a snarl tearing from her lips, teeth showing as her lips pulled back over them.

“Stay away!"

A warning bark would not be enough for the dragon as the other two closed in, fists flying, resorting to crude physical force. Kael swore under his breath. Where was the magic that they had boasted, the duel that they had said was an exemplification of their power?

Yet Giselle was not in danger as she forced them back, her style of fighting far removed from anything that an aspiring battle mage may have gone for, though Kael was not versed in that either. He fumbled for what to do, for there was no script to follow for such an interaction, students squealing, backing away, a tight throng that didn't know how to give them space, the conflict rising, tension crackling in the air.

He should have been the one fighting them! And yet that was exactly what Giselle was there for, his bodyguard, a whirlwind of fur, her fur but a blur as tan blended with black. Yet what could not be missed was the flash of her white teeth, the cold hardness in her eyes, doing what training and her loyalty to her master dictated with wholehearted feeling.

“You cur!"

“Mutt!"

His heart lurched, Giselle taking a tail to the jaw, Malachi pressing her back to the wall, matching her growls with his own. The canine yelped but held her ground even as they advanced, grappling, throwing her weight against them, though they were larger and even taller than her, their wings confusing her, distracting her senses.

Maybe he should have left her to it, but some things were simply not possible when instinct and reflex took over. All he saw was the dog that he had grown so close too forced back, put in danger, his companion and trusted guide.

He reached for his psychic powers, lashing out before he even thought about it. It was reactive, instinctive, something that he had been familiar with for too many years, slamming into the dragons. In but a moment they were up in the air, as if flying, and then crashing down, forced into the ground with the power of a giant, invisible hand, wings splayed out, not even their muzzles parted in a groan.

Stillness overcame the hallway, even the students hushed, Giselle still with her hands up to trade blows, rocking her weight back. The figurative dust cleared, the effect of his abilities shocking to those watching, jaw-droppingly efficient, though one may have queried why he even would have wanted to learn magic with something like that at his disposal.

Giselle's tail lifted cautiously, wagging.

“Kael? Are you okay?"

He winced. The dragons weren't moving, though there was nothing obviously wrong with them. He would have known if he had done too much, for using psychic powers linked him with another, if he used his force on them, for a moment, leaving a lingering impression like after one closed their eyes. That did not mean that he did not flinch and worry, however.

“Yes, but…" He ground his teeth together, a muscle jumping in the corner of his jaw. “Giselle, they're going to kick me out for this – are they okay? Check them!"

Giselle took care of that but what Kael did not expect was an older dragon grabbing his arm. But that dragoness was not one that he needed to worry about, older than him with a wizened look to her, her fingers more gnarled than the youngsters in their prime that had accosted him, her scales red but faded as if she had seen many seasons already.

“Easy there, hatchling," she said, her voice quiet and yet still managing to be heard. “All is well. I was a battle mage once too, but we would never behave with such a lack of decorum as these."

She nodded, brow furrowed, the corners of her eyes creasing, but not in the manner that meant laughter. Kael swallowed hard and took a step back.

“Thank you, ma'am, for understanding. I didn't think, I'm sorry, I just reacted. I didn't want anyone to hurt Giselle!"

She eyed him shrewdly.

“Interesting… One would have thought you were thinking of yourself, which is entirely fair. Regardless, I was on the upper balcony when they began matters. If I had flown down, perhaps I could have intervened more swiftly, but the rules on flying within the building apply to faculty members too, not only students. You handled yourself well, Kael."

He blushed and looked away, wishing that he had fur to cover up the heat in his cheeks. It had been nothing, really, to him. It hadn't felt like anything at all. So why was he getting praise for something that had taking no real effort or skill to succeed in? It would have been different if he had used magic…

The older dragon eyed him and he could not help but notice that she had a feminine figure, though he had not realised that dragon-kind had that kind of “shape" to them too, not having seen a female before. He gulped, forcing the lump in his throat down, backing off, rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardness that was not becoming of him overcoming his senses.

“I will speak to you later about this incident," the dragoness said, “after I have dealt with these three. Expect a call from Oshun. We use first names here."

Kael nodded, but an escape route was offered to him as the students dispersed slowly, filtering through one another, the show over. They, of course, had classes to attend too and didn't want to face the wrath of a faculty member, one of the lecturers, either, for a dragon was nothing to be trifled with. He nodded politely and backed away, grabbing Giselle's wrist and dragging her along with him, not trusting himself to speak.

He'd think more on that matter, back in his quarters.

*

It was not so easy for him to relax, tension lining his body even as Giselle tried to massage it from him. She was not skilled in bodily manipulations like that as her fingers dug into sore muscles that did not want to let go of worried contractions, but she tried, her master's head hanging.

“Master, she said there was nothing to worry about. Why do you not believe her?"

“I don't know. It seems like there must be something more to it than that…" He grimaced as she dug into a particularly sore spot, though it was all his own doing. “There's to be no fighting on the grounds, no unscheduled duels. And I struck them down just like that! Why didn't I think? There were other ways to go about it…"

“Kael, you were defending me. I cannot see that as a bad thing."

He sighed. That was true. Bute intentions did not always come through so easily.

A knock on the door caught their attention, but they were hardly in a compromising position, even if he was not wearing a shirt. Kael gestured at the door.

“Could you get that?"

He didn't need to ask but Giselle obeyed without question, though neither of them could have expected to see a wolf enter, a female that neither of them recalled. Giselle's nose twitched, though she scented no danger, no anger, no fear, on the air, the wolf raising a narrower, more elegant chin and looking straight at Kael.

“I wish to speak with you."

Kael raised an eyebrow. Why the formality?

“Of course… But I don't know who you are?"

“Celine." The wolf steadied herself, keeping her words close. “I am Celine. And I know who you are already."

Kael grimaced.

“I'm sure everyone does by now… We stand out."

The wolf took a sharp breath.

“Yes… Yes, you do. And that is why I am here."

She quivered in place against her will, catching the dog's attention, though Giselle sensed no threat, even if her behaviour was strange. Celine twisted her fingers into the sleeves of her dress, again and again, the long, flowing garment forming a shape for her even though it did not reveal the shape of her body underneath, daring to dare when the moment that she'd longed for since spying on Kael for the first time had come.

“I want to know more about humans," she said simply, raising her voice, expressing the strength in it. “You've come here too to learn about us, haven't you? Why then, do you not impart any knowledge about your kind, your lives, to us?"

Kael shook his head.

“Mainly because no one has asked… But I'm happy to share. Perhaps we could take a meal together tomorrow evening and discuss it then? It's of a late hour now."

Celine nipped her lip, heart pounding. Giselle's ears pricked.

“Kael… What I am about to reveal and ask you is not something that can be spoken about over a public meal."

Her eyes slid between him and Giselle, the canine rumbling a growl, though Kael did not stop her. He stared at the wolf hard, as if seeing her for the first time, something recognisable in the lines of her muzzle, the set of her body, how she held herself.

Silence stretched out between them, the kind that ached through the quiet, words lost in the absence of them. Kael's chest shuddered against his will, wishing that he had something to cover himself right then and there, for the exposure was more than he could have bargained for.

What was it? The wolf paused, dragging out the tension, though it was unintentional on her part, merely trying to come to her sense of boldness once more. She had to try, had to see, had to do whatever it was that she could do. For her blood was hot in her veins, heart pounding, her feet shifting, toes curling into her shoes, though all she wanted to do was to stare at the human's strangely hairless chest, the muscle that could be seen there.

That was usually hidden on anthros by their fur. She didn't feel that on anyone else unless she ran her fingers through their fur and even that was too intimate for most anthros to allow. Celine let out a tiny whimper.

“I've seen you two."

Celine steadied herself, forcing the words that could change everything from her lips.

“You two… You are a couple. You are together. You are…intimate."

The facts struck Kael as if blows, even if Celine had not intended that, Giselle growling, blocking Celine from getting to Kael with her body.

“What do you know of that?" Giselle hissed, breath rushing from her. “Leave my master alone. I am here to protect him – and that means from wolves like you too!"

There was something there, a twist of concern for his safety, that had her defending him from words too. He'd wanted to keep their relationship quiet, a secret, the sexual teasing and pleasing that went on between them, and she could only respect that, even if Giselle could not honestly say that she saw or knew of anything wrong with that.

“What…" Kael's stomach churned, sinking, his toes curling. “What… How… How do you know?"

He should have been more discreet, should have hidden things better – but how could she have known? They'd not done anything in public! He stayed steady, steadfast, staring her down, eyes narrowing faintly, though the blood rushing to his skull, pounding between his ears, didn't help matters for that case.

Celine shuffled, licking her lips, her hands held up, but even Giselle understood that she meant no harm. There was a scent to harm, to danger, and she had no reason to attack without due cause. Her ears twitched, sliding her gaze back, though her master was too far behind her for her to see where he was, what his reaction was. His sweat lay heavy on the air, however.

“Please… I don't intend to hurt you. I'm not going to tell anyone."

Kael grumbled under his breath.

“Then why did you say it like that? I thought you were about to spread it all over the university!"

She flinched from the sharpness in his tone, but it was too hard to keep emotions in check with so much at stake, Kael not even knowing whether anyone would be coming to kick him out of the university or not for daring to have sex with an anthro. Would anyone even care about it there? Was it only taboo with humans? His palms sweated but there was no way to surreptitiously wipe them off on his trousers, shifting his weight. At the very least, he could be glad that he didn't have ears or a tail to give away his emotions. Maybe Celine did not know all that much about humans, like she'd said, if that was even the truth at that point… Kael stifled a grimace, smoothing out his expression. He could only hope.

“So, what do you want?"

Celine rocked back on her heels as if she recoiled, though she did not step away. Kael's brow furrowed. Was it that difficult to tell him?

“I…"

The words twisted around her tongue, chest shuddering, though she was not so crass as to press a hand to her breast, despite the tension there. It was okay, would be okay, though it was a big step, a very big step indeed.

Giselle growled.

“Say it. I can smell it on you."

Her eyes burned intensely, locked onto the wolf, yet the revelation of what the wolf stank of would not break anything down, even if it needed to come out, one way or another. Celine squirmed in place, her boldness and confidence gone, a pit of snakes worming through her stomach, twisting and turning.

But she had to say, had to take that step. There was no other way to see if what she wanted in the cut muscle of his torso was possible for her to have for her own too. His mate, Giselle, may hardly have been amenable to her, however…

“I'm sorry… I will keep it a secret but I'm not here to blackmail you." She blushed heavily, tipping her muzzle shyly away. “I wanted to see if maybe…you'd be…intimate with me too."

Oh, that sounded ever so formal even as Giselle gave a knowing bark, all threat simmering down. Tension slipped from her shoulders and she settled a little, her hackles easing, though Celine met Kael's surprised look with more confidence than she had thought that she could dredge back up from herself.

There. It was all out in the open.

Kael leaned back on the bed, something pulling at him, his heart beating a little quicker, warm again for the right reasons rather than the wrong ones. His fingers dug lightly into the bedsheets, but his eyes were only for the wolf, sweeping over her body, her shapely figure, how she stood a little taller under his scrutiny. He could not deny the stirring in his loins, how his shaft thickened lightly within the security of his undergarments, though he didn't want to make it too obvious.

That she was attractive was no question at all, the dress falling over her chest and hinting at a shape even if she appeared to have dressed more demurely than he may have expected. Kael didn't know what he'd have done if he'd been given more warning that she was wanting something more from him, barely (if at all) knowing that she existed at the university. But the moment was there to be taken if they so pleased, Giselle backing off, her tail lowering, a faint wag to the tip of it.

“She's genuine, Kael. There is no danger here."

Kael smiled warmly, a little more settled for hearing than from her, though the rapid pace of his heart did not soften.

“Thank you, Giselle… Though I don't think you ever wanted to expose us, did you, Celine?"

She shivered. It was good, in a strange way, to hear her name on his lips, and her feet were in motion, closing the distance between then before her mind had caught up with what her body was doing. All she knew was that her skin prickled with desire, something pulling, tightening, her guts squirming. She didn't want to see Kael's private life laid bare for everyone, only to be a part of it too, leaving all the worries and qualms she'd had about humans, from her mother, behind her.

It was not something to be carried into modern times, not as she knelt on the bed, her lips clumsily finding his. It was not the most comfortable of kisses, but a first kiss was not ever meant to be seamless and fluid, Celine murmuring as she pressed in closer, Kael's hands finding her sides, slipping down to her hips.

So bold…

_ _

It surprised him to find her on the bed with him, but Kael was hardly about to say no to her, not as his shaft rose, arousal and excitement rising in tangent with one another. They were one and the same in a moment like that, need swelling, his heart pounding more and more vehemently, as if it was about to leap out through his chest. He could never have expected that such a thing was going to happen on retiring to his quarters that day with Giselle, but, if anything, it was a day of change, so much coming together that some kind of beauty had to come from the conflict.

Giselle shifted her weight, kneeling, for it felt like a more natural position to be in at that moment. Her eyes shifted to the windows, checking the curtains, though the door was not locked, and she spared a moment to take care of that, a calm sense of security washing through her as the lock clicked.

Kael did not look up, too wrapped up in his kiss with the wolf woman, Celine, his hands sliding down her, lifting her skirt up. The wolf rocked her hips up to him, but the dress was too restrictive as they tried to press closer together, the thick bulge in his trousers impossible to ignore. The dress slid up her thighs, the ties that held it together loosened at the back, though it was of a kind that slipped off over the head and shoulders, which was not all that difficult to remove with a helpful partner to lend a hand.

As her body was revealed, the smooth underbelly that bragged a lighter shade than the bulk of her thick, grey fur, Kael paused, glancing at Giselle.

“Giselle…"

But the canine only had a smile and a wink for him, tongue lolling out as her tail wagged faintly.

“It's okay, Kael."

There was more wrapped up what she did not say, licking her lips, but there was no jealousy in her eyes. All she wanted was to see her master happy and if having sex with the wolf made him happy, who was she to judge him? It didn't mean that he liked her any the less.

Thus, Celine was laid bare on the bed, bar for her undergarments, a brassiere cupping her breasts tenderly like a lover's hands and a demure pair of underwear soft around her crotch and buttocks. The light blue of them may not have matched but they still set off the hue of her fur nicely, drawing the eye down, Kael shivering with delight.

It was better to go with the moment, to let his excitement lead him on, disrobing of his trousers and undergarments as if he was merely there with Giselle. Celine's light gasp reminded him that she was different, someone else, and he pushed her dress off the bed, his lips caressing her neck, easing down over her collarbones. Celine trembled like a leaf, her feet finding purchase on the bed as she lightly rocked up against him.

“Kael…" She whispered, even though she was getting exactly what she'd wanted. “I've never done this before."

“Don't worry."

He took her hand in his own, sliding his fingers between hers to hold it gently but firmly.

“I didn't until recently… Until I met Giselle."

The dog barked softly, her tail wagging, but didn't want to break the moment, watching intently, despite there being no threat to her master. Celine pulled Kael's face lightly down between her breasts, encouraging him to explore her, for her inexperience did not mean that she did not know the basics of what she wanted. Clumsy enthusiasm lined her body as she let him kiss down her belly to her crotch, his lips brushing her underwear, even if he could have been said to be too keen to get it off her.

She helped, could only help, wriggling out of her undergarments for him, fumbling with the brassiere, until her nudity matched his. Upon her knees, face to face, they kissed again, her tongue flickering out against his lips, pulling him close, need rising.

“Ohhh…"

“It's okay."

He was, in that instance, more experienced than her, and yet all that Celine needed was the tenderness between them, her breath catching, tail lifting as if to expose herself further. She may not have quite known what she was doing as Kael tumbled back onto the bed, bouncing lightly, their lower limbs a tangle as they tried to sort themselves out. His hard length pressed between her thighs, even though he'd wanted to try something else first, the wolf not allowing him to nuzzle between her legs or even slip his fingers down there first.

That was fine… His thoughts swirled hazily, helping her kneel astride his hips, his shaft swollen and ready for the succulent folds of her cunny. It was fine, as long as it was what she wanted.

Giselle watched, transfixed, as she took everything in. She took her master in that position too but there was something softer between them, more awkward for their first time together. Celine's pussy didn't seem quite able to take him, his shaft sliding off and away as the wolf whimpered, her enthusiasm not helping with the frustration she felt there, her pussy dripping with need while she didn't know how to angle herself right to take him. Giselle shivered. She had to help.

“There…"

The German Shepherd's hand stilled Celine's hips, guiding her down without touching anything intimate. What her hand did close around was the length of her master's shaft, helping him to ease into the wolf's pussy, Celine crying out as she was penetrated for the very first time.

The moment came together with sweet simplicity, yet Celine did not know how to hold back, sliding down, bucking her hips, moan after moan rolling forth. She could not stop herself from taking all that she craved, leaning forward to rest on Kael's chest, bracing herself to grind down onto his cock repeatedly. It may have been a bumpy ride but to be stretched and filled in such a way sent her head spinning, pounding and pulsing, something tightening inside her that she had never felt before, not quite in that way.

Kael hissed through his teeth as her wet heat closed around him, cock sinking deep, finding purchase on the bed to thrust up into her. There was no telling just which of them were in control, even if it was a mutual undertaking, humping and grinding, Giselle sitting close to assist, though her own need could not be denied. Gasping, the man licked his lips, moisture drying too swiftly from the heat of his body, yet he would not hold back with all that had been offered to him.

“Mmmph…" He grunted. “You… You can take your clothes off too, Giselle. You don't…have to…"

It was her choice and she knew it too, but she was quick to strip off down to her fur as the couple “fucked" beside her. She'd learned that word recently and yet it still seemed too crude for what was going on, even if the alternative of “making love" didn't make sense either, not quite. Yet they didn't have to find any term for it when the passion of the moment was upon them, the light slurp of her juices slicking down the length of his cock filling the air. Her folds clung to him as he thrust as if her body simply didn't want to let go of him, hips grinding down, gyrating, trying to sense out what felt best to her.

There was much to explore and yet all Kael could do was grunt and thrust, holding her hips up as her breasts bounced before his eyes. They were heavy enough to tug down lightly under their weight as she bucked in his lap, his torso helped up a little by the pillows on the bed, though Kael still had to contract his abs. Her sex was too hot, too tight, goading him on, panting heavily as his cock disappeared into her again and again, head swimming with lust.

And Giselle was right there too, tail wagging, fingers between her thighs, stroking her folds, her clit – even dipping inside. Her arousal was there and it was all he could do to stay present, hands groping blindly until he found her hip, guided down to the join of their bodies and the throbbing bud of her clit.

It should not have been so quick, but Celine's need was so high that all she was aware of was a hint of pressure and then the explosion of orgasm. Of course, she had gotten off before but never like that, never as if every nerve-ending in her body was firing off with sensation, all at the same time. Electricity sparked off through her as she howled, head thrown back, too loud to be discreet and, right then and there, none of them caring one little bit.

Her cries rose, bouncing off the walls of the room, grunting and whimpering, his shaft filling her perfectly. There was no sense of pain in it for either of them even as he thrust and thrust, balls aching, tightening, confusing sensations with his need at such a peak.

And then there was Giselle, leaning over him, kissing him, her tongue caressing his lips, down the line of his jaw and his neck. He couldn't do anything but pant into her embrace as he cried out his passion too even as his thumb pressed into the wolf's clit, everything rushing upon him in a single moment, spending himself inside her.

No one considered the implications of not wrapping his shaft but whether that would cause them any problems in the future would remain to be seen, an instrument of risky youth that was not uncommon in its presentation. His seed flowed forth, seed spurting, filling her with every pulse of his length, heat rushing to all the right purposes, a sense of strain overcoming him.

Yet there was Giselle, the softness of her breasts calling him in, softening the moment, taking the need from the edge of sharing the loss of Celine's virginity with her. She barked shortly, tongue hanging out as if she was mimicking Giselle, but once one's virginity was gone it was no longer a pure treasure to hold close. And Celine would soon come to see that it was so much more fun to enjoy it, to savour it, to take great pride and pleasure in her sexuality rather than to lock it away.

Celine's need, however, was not to be sated from just one round, eyes open and energy revived, thrumming through desperately with aching desire. Her fur fluffed up as if her body was both trying to dissipate heat and retain it at the same time, senses confused, need tingling through her.

“Mm…" She blushed a little, licking her lips, a cheeky glint in her eye. “That was better than I even thought it'd be!"

Kael grinned.

“You haven't seen anything yet…"

For he could take her in other ways and show her the pleasures of the body that he had learned from Giselle, gently rolling her onto all fours with her tail raised for him. The pucker of her tail hole may have been on show, but his attention was solely on her plump folds, drooling a cocktail of his seed and her juices, the spill marking her folds and the gleaming bud of her clit. His fingers slipped easily into her, first one and then a second, massaging her insides, feeling her out intimately while Giselle pressed in behind.

The German Shepherd's warmth against his back was all that he needed, slowly but surely growing hard once more, her hands on his length. He grunted thickly, head spinning, but he could not be expected to hold onto everything in a moment like that, his desire rising, throbbing with the aching pulse of his shaft. His length wanted more but he craved showing the sexy wolf what her body could do for her too, admiring her revealed curves, how she was a little softer and feminine than even Giselle. After all her training, there was no denying the canine's fitness and physique, after all, but there was so much more than just that to enjoy.

“Oh…"

Celine whimpered, rolling her hips back, need tingling through. Control was not something that she had a handle on, not then, tail lifted, wagging against Kael even as his canine partner pumped the length of his shaft. Oh, how she wanted it all over again, her need overcoming her as she growled deep in the back of her throat, taking on a more feral edge, though it was all in good fun between them.

“Yes… Oh… Please…"

“I'll take care of you too…"

Kael had no intention of leaving anyone out, but Giselle wanted more, whimpering against his neck, her muzzle sweetly tucked down against him. Urgency came in the teasing pump of her hands, caressing his balls, sliding her fingers around the base of his length, wanting him to spear the wolf again if only to get what she needed too.

Thus, Kael was not even allowed to bring Celine to completion once again as his shaft was forced into her, Giselle pressing him on, murmuring in his ear.

“Come on, master, deeper…"

He groaned out loud, taking Celine doggystyle, her position on all fours allowing her to demand more from him, rolling her hips back into each of his rampant thrusts. The pounding of his hips smacked into her buttocks with every stroke of his cock, though she needed more still, panting and whining, fumbling to get words out.

“Oh, heavens… So…good…"

Her tongue hung out. Why hadn't she tried sex before? She might have been young, but she'd been an adult for a couple of years! There'd never been anyone exactly right for her and yet already the feeling of tightness built in her again, though it was slower the second time around, even after the tease of his fingers. The swell of lust in her heart could not be held back and it was only then that she understood that the passion to be shared there was not broken in a moment, the three of them coming together with a like-minded goal in hand.

Kael's hips rolled, Giselle close to him but allowing him to take the wolf, even if her need was so thick on the air that he could taste it, feel it, wanting it even more. He moaned and tucked his chin down, feeling the pull in the muscles of his upper back, around the base of his neck, grunting for breaths that did not come easily.

He took her harder than Giselle, all for the wolf's demanding whimpers, her cries, the slamming back of her hips into his crotch. Celine's tail flipped up higher, brushing against Kael's chest, but he would not stop when she cried out for him so passionately, even louder than Giselle despite everything that flowed through them, their bodies joined for a moment of lustful heat.

That time, they climaxed together, the pleasure creeping up slowly, surely, until there was no going back from the edge. His chest tipped over Celine's back as she ground on his shaft, back arched, getting every inch of his cock into her, pounding her full as her passage rippled and twitched erratically around his length. Orgasm poured over them in tantamount bliss, heat shared between them, the join of their bodies more than they could have ever asked for.

Heat simmered down, their groans fading, orgasm longer even as his shaft and nuts sought to spend every last drop he could have had to give into her. Giselle coaxed him on, the pressure of her against his back soothing, holding him tight, though even she had to eventually let him be, sharing that moment with Celine for the delight of it all.

Heaving bliss, snatching at breath: lust was not kind to physical exertion in the slightest, despite everything. They collapsed to the bed, his cock slipping out of her even as it drooled, Kael pushing up on his arms while the two females under him panting and whimpered, tongues fluttering with heated lust. Further down the bed, Giselle's tail swept back and forth lazily, tickling his legs.

“Take me next, master…"

With the German Shepherd splayed out across the bed beside the well-seeded wolf, Kael could not see himself as anything other than the luckiest man in the world.

He had everything he wanted. Two sexy women who wanted him to take them again and again, passion rising, though the wolf had knowledge of him that could never again be taken back. His worry about that was hard to hold onto, however, considering all that had come to pass, something bridged between anthros and humans that night, regardless of how quietly things had occurred. It may have been far from anyone else, but it was with a greater sense of desire that he moved over Giselle, the canine offering herself to him again with a warmth to her eyes that was stronger than he had ever seen it before.

But matters were at work that he had no knowledge of…

Kael kissed her breasts, Giselle's moans lifting him. He did not care to know what was going on in the outside world.

All would come in time.