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It didn't take them long to reach the edge of the swamp, but by the end of it, Kel was exhausted. They hadn't slept in two days. Constant vigilance and periodic battles took a heavy toll on the slender young wolf. Khan fared somewhat better. His superior stamina and white hot rage against the shadow beings kept him going, yet even for him, the trip had been frightening. Time and again, he found himself reaching for weapons he didn't have, didn't even know the names of, fought using techniques he'd never seen and...saw his adversaries deep in his mind, even with his eyes tightly shut. Even when the beings retreated, they dared not relax. Neither of them could hope to face them alone, and so they made their slow way down the path, never resting, never giving up.

For whatever reason, the creatures refused to move beyond the boundaries of the swamp, so the moment they reached the edge, Khan called a halt, and Kel didn't object. He was completely spent, and he knew it. He didn't even have the energy to help Khan start a fire or prepare their dinner. Briefly, he wondered at the energy his love still exuded. The last half-mile, Khan had practically carried him. He shook his head in wonder and lay back in the snug little den Khan had made him, thinking of the link he'd forged between them. Khan had not spoken of what he'd seen of his memories, but whenever he caught his eye, they softened with tenderness. Kel ducked his head, suddenly embarrassed. His own heart had softened considerably after sharing Khan's memories. He'd seen the ramshackle inn where he'd grown up, a lone son among whoring sisters. He'd lost his father early on, and though his mother had tried her best to raise her children, she just did not have the time to run her inn all alone AND devote attention to them. Hunger and need had been his constant companions, and he'd been just 11 when an evil looking sailor propositioned him. He got away with his promised payment...but not before learning far more than he wanted to know. Three years later, he joined a band of mercenaries, and...eight years later lost a friend. Now here he was. A more complex man than anyone thought.

There was no more time to wonder...or to unravel just how deep the link went. Kel fell asleep from one moment to the next. He didn't even wake when Khan slipped under the blankets next to him and drew him close.

The unfamiliar feeling of heat on his skin woke Kel late the next day. They'd been in the cold, wet swamp so long he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have the sun warming him. Not that the sun was the only thing warming him. Cradling his body in his strong arms was Khan, body pressed right close to his own. The big arctic wolf grinned when his younger companion woke, his blue eyes for once unshadowed.

"Morning." He said cheerfully, and Kel smiled shyly back. He'd never woken up with anybody before, and although he'd slept with Khan next to him before now, this was the first time they'd done so as...what exactly? He still didn't know, but whatever they were now, it definitely felt good! He snuggled closer, and Khan chuckled. Above them, the sun had risen as high as it would go this late in the season. As feeble as its rays were, still it felt like heaven. As loathe as he was to leave the warmth and comfort of Khan's embrace, they'd wasted enough time. Guiltily, he thought about the road ahead. The city of Shiva was less than four hours away at the best speed he could manage. Really, he aught to have insisted they continue on last night instead of sacking out. He hadn't even helped set up camp...

Next to him, Khan drew himself up onto one elbow and looked down at him, his paw tracing the invisible line from Kel's throat downward, over the white star on his chest to the silky fur of his belly and back up...a caress as gentle and loving as a breeze across a pond in the mountains. The softness in his blue eyes so thoroughly distracted him he lost his train of thought and shivered as the tension that had been building in him eased, and his body went limp. Well...not completely limp. Within the confines of his sheath, something else was stirring...He blushed, and prayed fervently that Khan would not notice the slow awakening of his desire.

"What's that face, love?"

This face? What face? There was no face there...He rolled and ducked his face away from Khan's sight, buried his muzzle in the thick white fur of his chest.

This time though. Khan would not be so easily evaded. Instead of simply holding him like he'd done at other times, he gently pushed him away and when Kel still sought to look away, he tilted his head up, forced him to meet his eye. There was no evading that look.

"We've been through so much together, seen so much of each other. Hell...we even share some of each other's memories now. Why still hide from me? Kel, I...I can't lie to you. We both know what I set out to do. You know very well that I've wanted you since before we started out...and I know that you want me. After all we've shared...why do you still push me away? Kel..."

No. No! Goddess Khan, I'm not pushing you away...But Khan was not done with him. He flexed the paw that was still gently pressing down on Kel's chest where he'd pushed him away and kneaded the soft white fur there. Paralysed, once again completely and utterly defenceless before this big, sexy wolf, Kel stared up at him, unable to utter a single word as Khan's paw worked upwards from his chest and came to rest on the side of his neck.

"Kel...I love you. I want to make love to you. I've wanted you to be my lover. Kel..."

It was becoming hard to think...hard to comprehend what was happening. The words failed to make any sense to the young black wolf...but the meaning was abundantly clear, and became clearer still when the big white wolf leaned over him. Sensitive whiskers twitched slightly when the soft fur of his muzzle brushed the shiny blackness of his nose. Unable to stop himself, Kel drew Khan's scent deep into himself...and at once knew the truth of Khan's words. The alpha's dominance, his strength and resolve clung to him...but threaded though that was something Kel had never scented on him before: submission. His eyes widened, and he moaned softly as Khan's pink, and exceedingly wet tongue lapped tenderly around his muzzle and nose. Kel knew what he was saying...and it was incredible! Furry they may be...but the ancient instinct of the wolf was still very much a part of them...and so was the ancient message Khan was silently giving him: You are my equal, maybe my superior, and I pay homage to you as my leader! You are of my pack, of my family. We belong together. Whatever scent Khan drew from him...he seemed to enjoy. Bit my bit, his resistance was being eroded away. The heat he'd felt earlier moved inward, away from his skin and blazed outward until his entire skin was tingling. Khan's licking of his face continued for some time, until the mysterious burning reached back inside and found utterance in the soft moans of pleasure that escaped his lips. Goddess, Khan...!

Lost in feelings that were at once familiar and an utter mystery, he didn't immediately notice when Khan stopped touching him, but once he did, he opened his eyes to look accusingly at his lover: who told you to stop?

Amusement twinkled in Khan's blue eyes as he gazed deeply into the stormy depths of his love, a tender, quizzical smile tugged at the corners of the thin black lines of his lips.

"You've never done this before, have you. You've never been with anyone."

A statement of fact. Kel's ears went flat, and once again, his flushing face found sanctuary in thick white fur. This time though, Khan did draw him close, his free paw holding him tightly, caressing the small of his back.

"Hey...love?" His muzzle too found its mark, the soft cold nose traced a path down the side of his throat to his exposed shoulder (when had he lost his shirt? Dear heavens...did he have anything on at all...?) where he lingered. His lips parted and as gently as he might a pup, his fore-fangs nibbled, grooming the sleep-tangled black fur. His voice, so huskily low, vibrated against Kel's skin as he murred.

"That's it isn't it? Why you...never acted on it?"

Kel just shivered, lost between fear and desire, fear that his inexperience would drive Khan away, that Khan would grow bored with him...when what he most wanted in all the world was to have Khan forever by his side as his mate. Hope and love warred openly with his lack of confidence in his own desirability. Fear of rejection, of returning to his previous state of loveless indifference to life kept him rooted in place, unable to move forward or back, even with Khan pressed so close to him. He didn't want to be just a toy. He wanted Khan to need him...as he knew he needed Khan. Anguished eyes sought understanding in Khan's...hope and trust begging acceptance.

Khan did not disappoint him.

Playfully, he kissed his petrified lover, and whispered, "You want to be a good bitch and have no idea how to be one?"

It was outrageous, an affront, an insult...! From somewhere deep within, his pride reasserted itself and green eyes blazed. His lips drew back as an angry snarl escaped clenched fangs. He surged up from where he'd lain flat on his back with Khan hovering over him and launched himself onto his grinning partner, pinning him to the ground, his shining fangs snapping inches from his nose.

"I'm no one's bitch!" he growled savagely, only half in play. No one's bitch! Not ever!

Khan just grinned up at him. Oh yes! Finally! Kel was his!

The pup straddled him, his knees level with Khan's hips, his paws resting on Khan's chest, holding him down. Apparently, Kel had not yet realised that he was naked. Khan licked his lips, openly admiring his young lover's thick glossy black fur, his flat stomach and slightly flared hips. Many would say that his shoulders and chest were underdeveloped from a warrior's perspective...but having seen Kel in action, and having touched him, Khan knew what lay under the silky fur. Kel was a wolf more suited to speed than power, a look that Khan had to admit lent him a beauty that was unmatched anywhere. He'd only had that one, brief glimpse of Kel's naked body that time in Molla's inn...and that had been from behind. Now...the full frontal aspect of him left Khan breathless. His legs, though as slender as the rest of him, was nevertheless beautifully shaped, not overly muscular like so many other runners' were. There was a delicacy to him that bespoke refinement and yet, one could not miss the toughness. He would never be mistaken for anything other than a male, although many might underestimate him to their cost. Not classically beautiful the way many said Khan was, but to his eyes, a lovelier creature had never bestrode the world...and straddling him as he was, there was no missing his most....definitive feature. In fighting mould as Kel was at the moment, the twin orbs that defined him as a male was drawn tightly against his body...but the slight fullness in his sheath told an entirely different tale. The reddened tip of his shaft peeked shyly from where it had been hiding in the silky depths.

Khan's body was responding in the predictable fashion as his own length slipped effortlessly from the confines of his sheath.

As if only just then realising what was going on, Kel blushed crimson under his fur, but by then it was far too late. His pride would not allow him to retreat, and Khan was fully prepared to take advantage of that.

Without hesitation, as an alpha laying claim to what he perceived belonged to him, he took hold of Kel by the hips, and slipped his paws upward over his sides and over his chest, stroking tenderly downward, slowly over his belly and past his loins to caress the insides of his thighs. Kel's angry growling subsided to soft murrs as Khan devoted his full attention to him. He leaned back slightly, although he didn't let go of Khan's chest. Unable to fully claim the role of superior, Khan's paws too softened. The tips of his claws brushed through Kel's tangled fur, the barest of touches that didn't penetrate to his skin. As much as he longed to sit up and hug his naked lover to him, he kept to his current role as more and more of Kel's cock slipped free from where it had been hiding. His conquest of Kel had to be kept to a pace the pup would not find frightening, as frustrating as it was.

Finally, as the hardening shaft reached its fullest extension, Khan left off his tender caresses and took hold of it. Kel gasped, eyes wide, but Khan calmed him with a quick lap of his pink tongue to the arm that was still holding him down...and finally, the fear drained from him as evidently he accepted their mutual attraction...and the love that had lain dormant in them both. He murred, and slowly his paws shifted from Khan's chest to his shoulders, a tentative caress. Khan smiled, overjoyed by the tiny little gesture of acceptance and renewed his efforts to make his lover's first time a worthwhile experience. Slowly, he ran the tip of his thumb over the glistening tip of Kel's cock, rubbing gently before letting his paw slide down the extended length of him to where his knot was yet hiding in the fullness of his sheath, and further down to stroke the silky smoothness that contained his orbs.

Kel moaned softly, his paws twitching convulsively where they rested on Khan's shoulders. His claws pricked the skin, just enough to bruise, but not enough to draw blood. Khan grinned. Poor pup, to respond so strongly to so little! Well, he'd show him more. Still...Kel's awakening enthusiasm had underscored his own need: his own erection was now painfully demanding attention and Kel was in no position to offer him any...Ah...but that would come later. Kel's lovely eyes were clouded with the sensation that Khan's paw was producing. Indeed, he'd begun to grind gently against Khan's paw, demanding more. Ah, lover...!

With a single, practised move of hip, leg and arm, Khan rolled Kel off of him and equally swiftly he moved to cover him, pinning him beneath his larger weight. Before shock could even register on Kel's face, Khan had him locked in a deep kiss, his muzzle fitting perfectly over Kel's and his tongue had his well and truly subdued. His paws held Kel's arms pinned to his sides and his thigh...his thigh nestled neatly between his lover's legs, pressing down on the hardness there. Kel struggled weakly, eyes wide with fright, but Khan did no more than kiss him and it didn't take long for his own lust to reassert itself and he kissed back with an intensity that took Khan's breath away. Far from ready to be a spectator during their lovemaking, Kel tried his best to manoeuvre Khan to where he could lock his legs around his waist, but the older wolf resisted. Laughing, he broke the kiss and grinned down at his lover. Clouded eyes cleared and as Khan let his pinned arms go, Kel slid them around his shoulders to caress his back. Never in his life had such a simple gesture brought the big wolf such pleasure, spoke to him of such deep need and desire. Startled by the feeling, he looked at Kel, met his eyes...and saw the acceptance, the excitement and love there. No more fear. Just desire. Overcome by deep tenderness for this young wolf, Khan stroked his face with one paw, and grinned mischievously at him.

"No one's bitch, huh? You are mine, pup! And I'm never letting you go!" He kissed him then, more gently this time in spite of Kel's attempts to protest...protests that dwindled when Khan's free paw touched his belly, and lingered there while they kissed. With his love temporarily under control, Khan broke the kiss and smiled, much more seriously.

"If a bitch was all I wanted. But I want more, Kel. I don't want just a bitch. If I did...I would have taken you long before now. Lover...I...I..."

The words seized in his throat, and he looked helplessly down at Kel. What he wanted to ask was something he never thought he'd say, had scoffed at so often when others asked. He'd been asked this question a number of times, and had never understood the pain they caused others when they were thrown back at them, discarded in the dust. The utter vulnerability that the question would create in him was almost too much to bear. He tried to look away from Kel...but found that he couldn't. His gaze was locked with Kel's as the link Kel had forged between them snapped into effect, and he felt...really felt Kel's response deep within him; the wild hope of what the young wolf felt the question should be, what he desperately wanted it to be, and it gave Khan the courage he needed to ask it.

"Kel...I love you. I've never loved...but I know that I love you. I want you. I...sometimes I...I even need you. But mostly I love you. Kel...lover...please...will you be my mate?"

A slight tremor ran through Khan's body as at long last, the longing he'd felt and had hidden for so long was acknowledged and expressed. Stormy green softened with love, brightened with joy and suddenly Khan was the startled recipient of a sloppy wet kiss as Kel licked his nose and muzzle in the self-same gesture Khan had used earlier to express what he felt: you are my pack, my partner, my mate, my equal. I am yours...and I lay claim to you! Just as suddenly he felt his head pulled down and soft words were whispered in his ear..."Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'll be your mate! I love you!"

Ahhhh....An inadvertent exclamation of joy that intensified into a howl...and moments later, a second voice joined in as the two lovers howled their love for all the world to hear. Their eyes met again, and eyes glinted mischievously as sudden desire swept over them, renewed by their acceptance of each other. The hardness of Khan's erection was still pressed against Kel's hip...but that was not where it desperately wanted to be. Under him, Kel seemed just as desperate to have something done to him...and Khan remembered that this was his lover's very first time. As much as he wanted his mate's tailhole...he knew that he might not be able to restrain himself from tying with him at this point...and he had no desire to hurt Kel, as tying with him surely would. The size of his knot might stretch him beyond his limits. No. Best to start him out slowly, get him used to making love to another male. Desire was one thing, but the realities of gay sex were something else. Gently, with as much tenderness as he could, he pressed down on Kel, gaining leverage to shift himself fully onto him, and slightly upward so their loins were pressed firmly together. Already, the first drops of precum was glistening at the tip of Khan's cock, lubricating them. He would have to move carefully as without it, the experience could be painful...Under him, Kel moaned and spread his legs to allow Khan to better fit to him. His paws on Khan's back tracked up and down along the hard muscle, a clear invitation for Khan to get on with it. Amused by his mate's impatience, Khan opted to tease him. His muzzle found a tender spot near Kel's shoulder blade where he nibbled gently, his fangs just barely touching the skin beneath. Kel squirmed and bucked under him, but Khan refused to be hurried. He nibbled gently, moving from Kel's shoulder to his neck, then lapped at his ears, his cheek and muzzle with his wet tongue. Breathing hard, Kel finally surrendered, and relaxed under him, content at last to let Khan lead him through their first lovemaking. Signalling his submission in the ancient way of the wolf, he threw back his head, exposing his throat to Khan. Immediately, Khan focussed his attention there, accepting his mate's offering with tender licks to his most vulnerable part, and was rewarded by low moans of need.

Eyes closed, Kel waited for Khan to do as he wished with him...a submission he never though he would enjoy, but he did. The big wolf who'd claimed him as his own offered him so much more than just his companionship for the rest of their lives, he'd also made him his equal, elevated him to a position he never thought he'd have: the mate of an alpha...ah, but that was not how Khan was behaving. With every touch, every lap of his tongue, Khan showed him just exactly how the two of them would work. Kel knew through the link they shared just how badly his mate wanted to ravage him...and yet there he was, acting like every individual strand of fur was precious to him. From the depths of the link, Khan's pleasure came to him: the big wolf was actually enjoying pleasuring him! Joy once more burst within Kel. Khan was still tenderly licking his exposed throat, but now Kel had had enough of gentle. He wanted all Khan could give him, and he was going to get it, going to return what his mate so lovingly gave him! Turning his head to one side, he nuzzled the paw Khan braced himself with, then moved his paws from Khan's back to his shoulders and levered himself up so he could nuzzle his chest and throat...the last hurry-up call he would give his lover before taking things into his own paws. Fortunately this time Khan answered his silent call and flexed his flanks, driving his loins hard against Kel's. Sensation exploded as the hardness of him rubbed against his own extended member. Precum erupted from his tip in quick spurts, mixing with Khan's as the big wolf thrust harder. He yipped with surprise, claws digging deep into Khan's shoulders.

Khan grunted, but the sudden pain of Kel's claws ripping into him didn't distract him for a second. He was used to far worse from unwilling partners in his dark past. His spirit soared at Kel's sudden show of spirit, and he grinned. Maybe...just maybe he could tie with him after all...but not right away. What he was doing now was not something he'd done often, driving himself directly against a partner. It had never really worked for him, but with Kel it was...different. His young mate thrust back hard with as much force as he was able to with Khan's weight pressing down on him. Almost instinctively, he angled his body slightly upward to allow their cocks the maximum amount of friction without pulling painfully at their fur...or their dangling orbs. With each drop of precum they spilled between them, the friction decreased slightly, preventing the sensitive skin from desensitising...or pleasure from turning to pain. As it was, his need to cum was throbbing painfully in his loins. He'd long since lost track of where his body began and Kel's ended as each thrust brought him closer to the inevitable eruption of pleasure that he he'd never shared so abundantly with any other. Under him, Kel too seemed lost. He'd stopped yipping and was now just moaning, licking and nibbling at any part of his mate he could reach. Time to stop...time to show him more...

Slowly, Khan shifted slightly and cupped Kel's head in his paws, kissed him. Kel's own arms left their hold on his shoulders and took Khan's paws in his, broke the kiss to lick at the paws that had tantalised him earlier. Still...deep within his eyes, a stormy discontent was brewing. He most certainly did not want to stop, and Khan bit back a laugh, nuzzled his throat to appease him. Wasting no time, Khan slid back, ignoring Kel's protests. Instead he licked tenderly at his chest and belly, like he'd done that night at Molla's. His tongue lingered on Kel's belly-button, his paws resting gently on his hips, holding him down.

"Khan..." he moaned. "Please..."

Only too happy to oblige, the big wolf let his muzzle descend further down his lover's body. One paw gripped the base of his erection where his knot was swelling. The size of it perturbed Khan not at all. The thought of Kel tied to him, of his knot swelling up inside him, made him shiver with longing, but for now, he had other plans. The musky scent of Kel grew stronger the closer his muzzle moved to his throbbing wolfhood. Keeping careful watch on his lover's reactions, he noticed his paws convulsively clawing at the ground, trembling slightly under Khan's gentle ministrations. Yes...Kel was more than ready. Grinning, he lifted his muzzle over the red hardness of his mate's erection and let his tongue lap lightly against the glistening tip. His reward was a loud, shuddering moan and a gasp that he presumed was his name being called. Hehe! Poor pup! His tongue circled the swollen tip, lapping up the drops of salty-sweet precum that spurted in tiny burst from his mate's body. Kel's shivering became more intense, a prequel to writhing in pleasure. Gratified by his reaction, Khan intensified his efforts, running his rough tongue along the entire length of Kel, down to where his paw still gripped the expanding knot and up to his tip, where he allowed his muzzle to close over the red hardness.

"Khan...Khan..." Shivering from head to bushy tail, his young mate writhed, his paws thrashed wildly, scrabbling in the grass. Even his hind paws would not be still.

"Shhh, love..." Khan whispered and stroked the insides of his thighs soothingly, lovingly letting the tips of his fingers linger. Once he quieted a little, Khan resumed licking up and down the exposed shaft before once more closing his muzzle over his spurting tip, and began gently to suck on him.

Nothing in his short life could have prepared Kel for what was now happening. Many times in his youth, he'd imagined how it might feel with this or that fur, but not even his vivid imagination could have provided this feast of ecstasy that Khan's tender affections were producing. With each lap of his tongue, the warmth in him spread until his whole body was tingling with need. Surely...surely it could not get better! But it did. The moment Khan's muzzle closed over him, something new and immensely more pleasurable started happening. Gasping, he tried to call out to Khan, but all that could escape his lips were moans. Tiny pinpricks of pressure touched him as Khan's teeth gently took hold of him, slid down the entire length of him, the sensitive skin overloading his mind with ecstasy. Dear goddess! What was Khan doing to him? Whatever it was...he wished it never to stop. In his life, he'd never imagined it could be like this. The warmth of Khan's muzzle only added to the intense pleasure as his head bobbed slowly up and down. There was no way he'd survive the climax...goddess! "Khan...!"

When Kel's voice took on a slight hysterical note, Khan judged it time to stop teasing him. Still...if he reacted this strongly to just a simple muzzle-job, how might he react when Khan took him in the most pleasurable of ways? He shivered with anticipation, and squeezed down hard on Kel's fully formed knot with his paw. His fangs gripped the sensitive member gently, just hard enough to indent lightly and his tongue rubbed hard against it. Khan well knew just how powerful the sensation could be, and grinned. The salty-sweetness of Kel's pre dried up in preparation for something far more delicious, something Khan was quite eager to taste. Moments later, a thick sticky wetness erupted from his tip, filling Khan's muzzle with the taste of his lover: slightly musky-sweet, slightly bitter. He swallowed eagerly, and sucked down hard, longing for every last drop Kel could give him. Kel cried out and reared up, his paws grabbing hold of Khan's shoulders. Fire settled like a halo around him as Kel pulled involuntarily at his fur, desperately searching for something to bite into, as was the way of the wolf during...or rather after...mating. Next time, love, Khan silently promised him. This was exactly the reason he'd taken this approach. Knowing Kel, he'd be disturbed by his instinctive reaction. The last few drops of seed spurted fast into Khan's waiting muzzle, which he swallowed as eagerly as the first rapid flood. He eased back on his sucking, and returned to gently lapping at Kel's wolfhood, letting him down easy from where Khan knew he was. Soft whimpers of pleasure let him know when to stop. He let go of Kel's knot and slid his body up along Kel's like he'd done earlier until they were once more face to face, loin against loin. As expected, Kel would not meet his eyes, so he settled for licking his face, his neck....until instinct took over and he once more exposed his throat to his lover. This time, Khan gently took his throat in his muzzle and bit down lightly, then drew his fangs along his windpipe downward, letting his fangs groom him, a gesture of such intimacy Kel went utterly still under him.

Khan shifted one paw and stroked gently at Kel's cheek, the nuzzled him, just the barest touch of his muzzle to Kel's.

"I love you," he murred, and kissed him. "Will you still be my mate?"

Shocked to sudden laughter, Kel threw his arms around him and hugged him close.

Khan smiled. "That's a yes, I take it?" and laughed when Kel launched himself onto him again and licked his face. He took hold of his young mate's hips and held him close, just enjoying the moment. His heart was throbbing with joy with the same intensity his wolfhood was for love of Kel. They were mated. A matched pair. Mated. The idea still seemed incredible to him. Him. Mated. To Kel. A young fur that was wise beyond his years, that loved life with an intensity that dragged all who knew him behind him. That he would settle for a damaged old campaigner like him with more scars in his soul than fur on his body amazed him. And yet there he was resting on top of him, his paws gently kneading his shoulders, his pink tongue lapping at the thick fur on his chest. How could he not love this young fur? How could anyone fail to be enchanted by him...He shook his head and brushed his fingers lightly up over the side of Kel's neck toward his face until his fingers came to rest against the side of his muzzle and his thumb supported his chin, tilted his head up so their eyes met. Green eyes, totally unclouded, self-satisfied and secure regarded him, shining with belonging and love.

"We should go," Kel murred, his voice edged with darker timbres that had not been there previously, a special tone that Khan had never heard from him before, but which he knew was meant for no one but him. His young mate however, seemed in no hurry to go anywhere, judging by the way he snuggled down. Khan smiled.

"In a moment," he said, and was surprised to hear a similar tone creep into his own voice. Indeed...they belonged to each other; but there was one last thing he wanted to do. His own wolfhood was still painfully hard from lack of attention. Unfair of Kel to have all the fun....

He gently pushed Kel off him and as luck would have it, Kel remained on his belly. They'd both need a proper grooming before going into Shiva. It would never do to have two male messengers run into the city smelling of each other...and of sex. The Shivans were strange folk. Khan took a moment to once again admire his lover's sleek body as he drew himself to his knees and tried without much success to get his mussed fur straightened. Such a fastidious pup he was! Carefully judging his moment, Khan too got to his knees as if to help. He took the brush that Kel had miraculously produced from somewhere in the bedding and positioned himself behind Kel. Kel eyed him suspiciously, smelling a rat in the quirk of Khan's lips. This too Khan treasured. Once he was positioned to his satisfaction, he wrapped his arms around Kel and drew him close into a tight embrace and nuzzled him. This earned him a laugh and a half-hearted protest about his foolishness and a lack of time to play, but Khan paid no heed whatsoever. His hips were busy probing around Kel's rump. Kel playfully swished his tail, laughingly trying to thwart his lustful mate. Amused excitement twinkled in his eyes, and suddenly Khan knew that he'd been set up. The sneaky pup had provoked this in the hope he might take the time to make love to him properly. They'd had designs on each other since...heh...well. Since they'd met, he now guessed. Crafty pup. Just who had hunted who? No time to think. Kel leaned forward in Khan's embrace, leaving him the choice of either letting him go or falling forward onto him. He laughed, delighted at his lover's sudden change in behaviour, from sweetly hesitant to wantonly eager. Still...maybe he should not be surprised. Quiet rivers usually ran deep...

He collapsed onto Kel, but drew back slightly just to be sure, and Kel encouraged him further by lifting his tail out of the way. That was all the invitation Khan needed. He leaned forward and pressed the pointed tip of his erected member against Kel's tight tailhole, rubbing it against him in slow, circular motions to lubricate him with clear, sticky precum.

Kel squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation but soon enough relaxed when the expected discomfort failed to materialise. He knew Khan would never deliberately hurt him, but still...he'd been warned that this would hurt. A lot. First times always did, no matter how tender you lover. He relaxed as much as he could as Khan prepared him as best he could.

When Khan judged that he was ready, he pressed against Kel's hole, felt the tight ring expand reluctantly. His tip popped inside and was immediately squeezed tightly as the muscle instinctively constricting to keep the unfamiliar object of Khan's wolfhood out. Khan gritted his fangs to keep from moaning. Kel was so warm...so marvellously willing and...and...

Kel hissed as his tailhole was invaded. No matter how he tried, he couldn't relax. With every move Khan made, it puckered and tried to expel him, causing him intense discomfort. It wasn't quite pain...but the burning sensation came close...too close. He gulped and lay still, hoping things would improve soon...

Brought sharply back to reality and embarrassed at his momentary loss of concentration, Khan stopped and drew back slightly, not enough to slip out entirely but sufficient to give Kel some relief. In the past, he would simply have rammed in, not caring how much pain he caused or what kind of damage he left behind. Now he stroked his lover's back gently, and flexed his flanks, pushing his tip slowly back in. Kel growled softly and once again Khan stopped.

"Shh love. Just relax. It does get better."

Under him, Kel nodded and tried to relax as Khan continued to stroke his back and shoulders. Gradually, his muscles went limp and the burning subsided.

Khan took immediate advantage of this by pressing himself in deeper, a tiny bit at a time. This time Kel didn't tense up, although Khan well knew there would still be some discomfort until he got used to it. Slowly, ever so slowly he slid in deeper, withdrew and lowered himself back down, deeper each time.

With each slow stroke Khan made, the discomfort lessened as his tailhole was stretched to accommodate him and gradually, the slow friction of the slippery hardness of Khan's wolfhood stroking his insides turned to reluctant pleasure. The gentleness of his paws eased his fears and the warm weight of his body was oddly reassuring. For some inexplicable reason, Kel felt safer than he ever had before with Khan filling him...like he really belonged to him now...Without realising it, he murred.

Encouraged by this sign of submission, Khan slipped all the way in until his swelling knot pressed tightly against Kel's tailhole. The until-recently untstretched muscle gripped his wolfhood tightly on all sides, the silken smoothness and warmth of Kel bringing him close the edge. He groaned in pleasure and then, unable to hold back any longer, he gripped Kel tightly to him and increased the pace. Little bursts of precum burst from his tip, slicking up Kel's insides and easing the friction. Under him, Kel was now murring loudly and yipping occasionally as Khan's cock caressed his prostate.

Ecstasy such as he'd never known before gripped Kel as Khan pounded on him. The huge wolf's motion within him and the powerful grip he held him with disarmed him completely and within this state of bliss, he could feel Khan's cock nudging things inside of him, exciting him to new heights of pleasure. His own cock expanded once more with the need to ejaculate. He moaned, and tried to reach behind him, to grip some part of his lover, but Khan's huge weight pressed him down and rendered him helpless. For some reason, this helplessness under his mate excited him all the more even as Khan's voice soothed him and his scent told him the full story of Khan's regard for him. Gripped by the sudden desire to be tied to Khan, Kel tried to get to all fours. Khan responded immediately by easing up on the pressure, but by no means let up on the incredibly pleasurable speed with which he plunged deeply into him and back out. He gripped Kel around the waist and pulled him back up to his knees, his rough pink tongue immediately seeking Kel's shoulder and his paws...

All thought stopped as Khan's paw closed around his wolfhood and gripped it tightly...oh so much more tightly than his muzzle had earlier and stroked it in time with his nudging from behind. Kel threw back his head, instinctively longing for his mate's jaws on his throat. His back arched as he pushed back against Khan, trying to force a tie, to get Khan's knot into him, but Khan foiled his efforts and chuckled tenderly in his ear, then licked it gently.

"My sweet Kel..." his deep voice murred, and the next moment Kel found Khan's arm crushing him to him and a stab of horrible pain assailed his tailhole as Khan rammed his knot inside and continued to pound on him. Kel yelped and instinctively struggled to get away from the violent pain but the internal pressure of Khan's knot swelling up inside him calmed him even as Khan whispered sweetly in his ear. His pounding heart slowed and Khan's movements became more languid, more gentle as Kel's tight passage around the huge knot made him work hard to keep moving. The pain faded, to be replaced by a dull ache...until Khan's cock again brushed against his prostate and the pleasure returned. Behind him, Khan grunted and bit into his neck as he finally reached his own climax and filled Kel with a warm flood of sperm. With his insides now well and truly slicked, Khan was once again able to move freely within and moments later, the combination of Khan's tender touch, the feel of his knot plugging his tailhole and the length of him stroking him inside and his own hardness being stroked with such expert attention caused shot after shot of warm cum to erupt from him, covering Khan's paw in white stickiness.

For a moment, neither wolf moved, content to just remain as they were. Khan recovered first and let go of Kel's neck and carefully examined him. It had not been his intention to bite, but somewhere long the way his instincts had taken over, such was the pleasure he found in Kel. Kel murred softly, his arms folded tightly over Khan's where they held him. His young mate leaned against him, exhausted but murring happily as Khan kissed him. Carefully, ever so carefully, Khan shifted their positions so they lay on their sides, his tummy still pressed to Kel's back and his cock still very much inside him, irrevocably tied for the time being.

The sun still beat down on them, but neither wolf was much bothered. They had found each other, and nothing was ever going to separate them.

The End

(of the chapter, and the series)