Establishing Relations, Chapter 3

The King sounded thoughtful. "I have something I think you two might like."

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

She got up, then walked around the bed to the dresser, the same one she had placed some of her things on earlier. But she let those be, and instead opened a drawer, then rummaged around for a moment, nodding to herself, before looking back at them. "Natani? Would you come here?"

He glanced at Keith -- and Keith at him, with the same look of puzzlement. Natani pulled himself up and joined the King at the dresser.

It was clear what the King wanted him to look at -- she was holding it -- but it was less than clear what it was, a mess of leather straps and... a black rod of some sort?

The King shited it in her hands, and it clicked for Natani. Not a rod.

Well, okay, yes, a rod.

But more to the point, a... dick. Or at least, something in the shape of one -- a basitin one, with contours similar to Keith's, though it was definitely less thick. On the other hand, it was perhaps a little longer than Keith's, and while it had less girth it was still... hefty. A properly sized cock.

With that realization, the rest of it fell into place. The straps were a harness.

It was meant to be worn.

At the hips.

Natani looked at the King, and she nodded at him, smiling. She pressed the contraption into his hands. "For now, consider it a gift. We can talk later about whether a different one might be more suitable."

Natani took it, full of wonder.

It was another thing he'd never heard of. Never thought to imagine.

Maybe no wolf had.

He felt the shaft of it, pressing it between his fingers. He didn't recognize the material, and to his surprise it wasn't hard in the same way as metal or wood -- there was a little give to it, compressing slightly as he squeezed it, but springing right back when he let go. It almost felt like the real thing.

The King's hand joined his, wanting to show him something, rotating it around, and Natani saw that the base -- the part that would be pressed against the wearer -- was flared out, and it wasn't flat, but rather rough, with a series of ridges... and an indentation, near the middle. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the shapes, understanding. That was where his clit would be...

Of course he put it on. The King helped him with adjusting the straps of the harness -- sizing it down, which pretty much confirmed that she'd been the last one to wear it -- and getting the fit just right. A shiver shot through Natani as she pulled the final straps tight, causing the base of the shaft to press up against and around his clit. That felt good, that felt promising, and... the weight of it, hanging off his body... that felt right.

The next time he wore pants, maybe he should try stuffing something down the front.

"That looks good. Try taking a few steps."

Natani did, feeling out how the weight of it shifted with his movements, swinging from side to side with each step, and the pleasant, electrifying tingle of the base shifting against him. The harness was tight in the right places. He looked at the King, grinning. "Yeah, it's good."

The King just smiled, and nodded towards the bed. Natani turned that way, and found Keith sitting at the edge, looking at him. The basitin had a slight blush on his face, and his ears were perked, if not quite stiff. And the same went for his cock, too.

Natani struck a pose, one hand on his hip, grinning. "Well, what do you think?"

"Um." Keith's eyes kept darting all kinds of places, and he tugged on one of his ears. "I'm not exactly sure how to feel, but..." and here he looked Natani right in the face, and smiled. "I know I really like the confidence."

Ah...

"Did that... come out wrong?"

Natani shook his head. "Nah, I got it." He grinned again. "I felt the same way when we were complimenting your dick earlier."

That made Keith's blush rise again. "Oh." He cleared his throat, then stood up, making a show of looking Natani up and down. "Well. It... suits you." He gestured at his chest. "The wrappings, too. I don't think I ever said."

More valuable than even the words was the expression on Keith's face; the small smile, the tilt of his ears, the honest embarrassment -- and the fact that between his legs, his cock once again stirred further toward hardness. The basitin might not have been sure how to feel, but... it was clear that a part of that was that Natani still excited him.

"Keith?"

"Yeah?"

Natani gestured at himself. "This is me." He smiled, feeling a little wry. "Well. More or less."

Keith nodded, slowly, taking him in again. "Yeah, well..." He returned the smile. "I guess... no wonder it suits you, then."

Yeah.

Natani could feel a blush tickling his cheeks, but for once there was nothing self-conscious about it. And Keith liked the confidence, huh... Natani smiled. "Something tells me it suits you, too, so... how about it? An ass for an ass?"

"Ah.." That put the blush all the way to the tips of Keith's ears. "I don't... I'm not... for an ass? You mean...?"

"Yeah. Though..." Natani looked at Keith's cock, fully hard again. "I'm not exactly sure I can take you. But if you're willing to try, then..." He shrugged. "Fair's fair. I can't ask you if I'm not going to at least try to return the favor."

Keith smiled, and it was his turn to be wry. "You don't exactly sound excited about it."

Natani returned the smile, in the same tone. "That's because I'm not." Or at least, he was more nervous than excited. But... "But if it's you... it's not like I hate the idea."

"I guess..." Keith's ears flicked, and he looked away for a moment before returning his eyes to Natani's, a small smile flickering on his muzzle "I guess that goes for both of us."

"So... yeah?"

"I mean, I'm not sure I..." Keith took a half-step closer, and reached out towards the dick. "Can I...?" Natani nodded, and Keith completed the motion, gingerly touching the tip, and then... seeing those fingers carefully curl around the shaft, and feeling the push of it against him... Damn.

Keith looked at him, surprised. "Did you... feel that?"

"Yeah. It's right against my... clit." Not a word he was used to speaking out loud. Or that Keith expected to hear from him, by the basitin's blush. "So yeah, I felt that."

"Oh." Keith's fingers lingered on the shaft, and he gave it another nudge, watching him. Could he see the shivering excitement his touch was for Natani? Probably. Keith cleared his throat, and let go. "Um. As I was saying... I'm not sure I can... take it... either. But if it's like that..." he tugged at his ear again. "I'm... willing to try. Yeah."

By 'like that', did he mean 'if Natani could feel it', or 'if he also got a turn'? Or, well, both. But something told Natani that the first one at least played a part.

Keith cleared his throat again. "So, I suppose... I suppose you want to go first?"

Natani grinned. "Well, I'm hard..."

Keith shot him an amused glance. "We're both hard."

Natani stuck out his tongue in a grin. "Yeah, but I was hard first."

"I don't think that thing goes soft."

"Hey, what's that got to do with it? Just because I've got better equipment..."

"Better? Mine's thicker!"

"Yeah? Well, mine's longer."

That was the point where Keith ran out of quick responses, though Natani could still see him searching for something to say -- something that didn't involve pointing out that Keith's dick was actually part of his body. Natani could have taken the jab and still found something to come back with, but... he was glad he didn't need to.

"Keith?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Don't..." Keith scratched at the back of his head. "Don't thank me yet. I hope it's gonna be good for you, but... I've never tried anything like this."

Natani grinned. "Oh, so you're worried coz you're such a tightass?"

Keith laughed. "Dammit, Natani. You know what I mean."

"Yeah."

"So..." Keith flicked his ears and cleared his throat. "How do you, uh... want me?"

Ooooooh. Now there was a question. "Hmm..." he let the possibilities run through his mind, a slow smile growing on his face. "Can I get you on your back? That looked fun."

Keith blushed crimson. "Wouldn't something else be easier? And, um, I don't think I'm, uh... tall enough for you to do... that to me."

Aww. Well, both of those things were probably true, and it's not like he didn't have other--

"Actually..." The King sounded amused. "I think that's quite a good idea at its core."

Keith looked between the two of them, suddenly guarded. "How... do you mean, ma'am?"

Prompted by Keith's reaction, Natani thought to wonder for the first time if the King had expectations of... returning the favor for the way Keith had fucked her earlier.

The King shook her head, smiling. "You two really are remarkable." She looked at Keith. "You do not owe me anything. Of course, should you take a liking to it... you might not find me hard to convince." Her expression took on an appraising tone, and she smiled a touch wider. "You're not quite my normal type for it, but you do blush beautifully."

Keith, of course, blushed.

Natani raised his eyebrows. "So what is your normal type?"

"With guys?" She grinned. "The cocky ones, who are a little too impressed with themselves."

Ah. Natani smiled. "And does that make them less cocky?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes, though... it just seems to make them more." She smiled. "There's a few especially who seem to take every chance they get to challenge me again. And they always seem to pick things I'm good at..." She shook her head, still smiling. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the pretense."

Natani nodded slowly. And, well... if someone like that could turn out to have a taste for it, then... maybe Keith could as well? And if Keith, then... well, why not Natani? They looked at each other again, and Natani could see the same thoughts playing out on Keith's face, and that recognition led to both of them averting their eyes, smiling.

Keith cleared his throat. "So, on my back, was it?"

"Yeah."

"Well then..." He got back on the bed, first going on his hands and knees to get nearer the middle -- the view making Natani seriously reconsider his choice -- and then rolling over to lay on his back, legs slightly spread, tail sinuously curled out between them... and his cock, back down to half-hard, laying on his belly.

He looked good enough to eat.

The King offered a suggestion. "Now grab your legs."

After a moment, Keith did, raising his legs up, then wrapping his arms around his knees -- and so putting himself on full display, his asshole now visible above the base of his tail, and the stretch of smooth fur from there to his sack and cock, peeking out from between his thighs.

Keith shifted his head to the side to look at them from behind his paws. "Like that?"

If the King had an answer, Natani beat her to it, his hand at his muzzle. "That's adorable!"

Keith rolled his eyes, his blush deepening yet again. "You want me to do this or not?"

"Sorry, sorry."

"Here." The King handed Natani a palm-sized bottle of opaque, thick glass. "To slick things up."

The bottle wasn't stoppered, and the rim had an oily sheen. He couldn't place the smell.

"Coat the toy with it, and spread some on him, too."

Natani nodded. Made sense. He'd heard tell of things like this, and got the feeling that whatever this was it would work better than those old standbys. Bottle in one hand, he got on the bed on his knees, still excited at how just his own movements made him feel, and inched his way over to Keith, waiting with his legs up and his paws pointed towards Natani. Keith drew his legs farther back as Natani got closer, but Natani followed right along until he could feel Keith's pawpads pressing against his wrapped chest. Keith immediately shifted them to rest against his shoulders instead, accompanied by a concerned look.

Natani smiled at him, shaking his head, and Keith's expression relaxed into a smile in return. He really was considerate... and indeed, maybe his feet were better where they were. Being touched where his breasts would have been could be a little distracting.

Not that he really minded if it was Keith.

Natani shifted closer still, pushing Keith's legs even farther back, then settled in with his knees to each side of Keith's rump. The 'toy', as the King had called it, poked Keith on the thigh, making Natani shiver with the feedback. He gave a more purposeful nudge, flexing his hips to press the tip against Keith, and...

Yeah.

Yeah, this was going to be something.

And... really... the thought came to Natani as he was looking at Keith, the basitin laying there looking back at him, a little nervous but still clearly concerned for him, maybe moreso than for himself. Natani... really had it pretty good, didn't he? He could wrap his chest, and as far as other people knew, he didn't have breasts -- and as far as he was concerned, they at least didn't get in the way. And this 'toy' of the King's -- sure, it wasn't the real thing, but if it was as good as he suspected, he would still be able to get some real pleasure out of this, so... didn't that already put him ahead of the guys who for one reason or another couldn't? He knew some of the grayfurs went limp -- or so people whispered, anyway -- and there was that one guy who'd taken a very unfortunate blow. All of them men through and through, and yet... Natani was in a better position. And here, now, with Keith... that wasn't just words, either. It was the truth.

And -- he fleetingly had to admit -- there were other things he could feel, too, that he couldn't if he had the guy parts, and that were... good. And still other things that he didn't know about, but he maybe wouldn't mind trying out. With Keith.

"Natani? What's up?"

Natani smiled at Keith. "Just thinking." Grinned. "What, you getting impatient? Can't wait?"

Keith rolled his eyes, but his smile gave away his lack of any real grumpiness. "Again, do you want me to do this... or..."

Natani hadn't waited for him to answer; he'd tipped some of the slick liquid out of the bottle onto his fingers, and having misjudged the amount a little, had hastily brought those fingers down to Keith, letting it trickle over his tailhole and the fur above it.

"That feels..."

Natani had to be careful of his claws, but he managed to turn his wrist so he could push his fingertips down below Keith's sack and into the dip under his tail, slowly massaging the oil into the basitin's flesh, warm and pliable under his fingers.

"Kinda... good... actually..."

"Oh?" Natani leaned to one side to get better access, taking care not to spill the bottle as he did. The claws made it tricky, but he managed to work the pad of his middle finger better against Keith's opening, and felt the ring of muscle give a twitch against his touch. "Think maybe you're a natural?"

The basitin blushed. "Oh, shut up."

But despite the protest, he seemed more relieved than anything. And again, Natani thought it was in no small part because Keith wanted this to be good for him.

He found himself filled with that warmth and care and gratitude that he was so unaccustomed to in his normal life, but that seemed almost a given with Keith. He had his brother, of course, but that was different; they were in each other's heads. Who knew someone thinking about you could feel this good, with no need for a mind link?

"Keith..."

"Hm?"

"Thank you." Natani saw that Keith was going to give the same objection of 'don't thank me yet', and headed him off. "For caring."

That stopped Keith in his tracks for a moment, as the realization that Natani was addressing what there was between them sank in. For a few hearbeats, Keith teetered on the edge of saying something, but shied away. And yet... that momenet had spoken for him, and the warmth spread further inside Natani. And maybe inside Keith, too, as they looked at each other. Finally, Keith said something just to say something. "Hey, what are friends for, right?"

They shared a smile.

"Right."

Natani kept up his massage for a while longer, Keith relaxing under his touch in more ways than one. There was more that he would have liked to do with his fingers, but with the claws... maybe he should do something about those.

The bed shifted slightly with the King's weight as she sat down, to Natani's left. She looked at the two of them with a small smile on her face. "I think he's ready now. Unless you want to keep fingering him."

Natani blushed slightly. "I can't really spread it very... deep." He showed his claws to the King for emphasis. "These don't retract."

"Ah. Yes. Still, I expect it'll be fine. Just coat the toy well, and if it still doesn't feel like enough, you can spread more on the tip and use that to work it in."

That made sense.

Just the stuff already on his hand was enough to give the toy a glistening sheen, but Natani still added a little more, and then more still to Keith, dipping his fingers down for another slick caress against the basitin's warm flesh, making Keith shiver.

He looked at Keith. "You ready?"

"Y-yeah. I think so."

Natani nodded, and adjusted his hips, at the same time using his already slicked hand to guide the toy, nudging the tip from where it had been lodged against Keith's thigh down to the dip below his tail, making both of them shiver now. Natani let it rest there, for a moment, just connecting the two of them -- and then he flexed his hips again, slowly, slowly, putting on the pressure, building, building, making himself tingle -- until with a small sound from Keith, the tip slid in, followed by the first inch or so.

Keith had his eyes closed tight, and Natani could feel the claws of the basitin's toes pricking at his shoulders, no longer fully retracted.

He held still. "You want me to pull out?"

"No, but... gimme a minute, would you?"

"You got it." Natani looked at the King -- she still had that smile playing on her muzzle, which Natani took as a good sign -- and handed her the bottle, to free up his hand, then placed that hand on Keith's thigh, touching the basitin, slowly stroking his fur. It felt like the thing to do.

Slowly, Keith's expression relaxed -- though there was still some strain -- and the pinpricks of his claws faded. He opened his eyes, and let out a long breath.

Natani rubbed his thigh. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Try moving again."

He did, resuming his slow push, keeping a close eye on Keith, but not so close that he lost sight of his own experience; the way it felt to push against the basitin, that slow overcoming of resistance, the tingling pressure as he worked his hips to drive ever deeper. He maybe couldn't feel the basitin spreading around him, but... he was doing it, and he could imagine.

He'd thought it was an impossible dream, but it was happening.

Keith had closed his eyes again, and he was biting his lip, but he was breathing steadily and Natani didn't think he was in pain. The basitin didn't look like he was enjoying it, either -- he'd finally gone soft, for one -- but as long as Natani wasn't hurting him... if Keith was willing to do this for him, Natani was more than willing to let him. And he'd pay it back, too.

Natani reached the limit of how deep he could get with the way his legs were set, so he pushed his knees forward and wider around Keith, giving himself more room to work with. As he sank deeper once again, Keith made another little sound, and Natani felt the basitin's toes curl against his shoulders -- but this time the claws stayed hidden.

After a moment, Keith swallowed, then let out a small huff. "You can... keep going."

So Natani did, burying his bone in the basitin inch by solid inch. When he needed more leverage, he finally thought to wipe off his slicked-up hand on his thigh -- he was going to need a very thorough bath anyway, so what was a little more -- and planted both his hands at Keith's hips, so he could grasp as well as push, and even lift to change the angle, sliding Keith's rump up, bringing it up into his lap, letting him get that much deeper.

They were both breathing harder by the time Natani had fully hilted himself, shivering with the sensations of his hips pressed snug against the basitin, and of still holding his push forward, of feeling Keith on his clit. There was a deep urge in him to pull back, only to press back in again, to start bucking his hips -- but for the moment he just held there, waiting for Keith.

"How's it feel?"

Keith opened his eyes and looked at him, and Natani was relieved to see amusement below the strain. "Like I've got something up my butt. A big something."

Natani snorted. But well... what else, really?

The King shifted on the bed, drawing both their attention. "It will feel less strange once you get used to it, and once it warms up to your body temperature."

Body temperature? Ah, yes, it would be colder than... than Keith. Natani thought that was a problem that a bit of magic should solve easily enough -- but even if he'd had any on hand, this wouldn't have been the time to start experimenting. Later. "So we should stay like this for a while?" He eased up, letting their weight settle as it would.

"I think that would be wise. As would taking his mind off it."

Ah. Natani smiled. "And let me guess. You know just the thing?"

She raised her eyebrows, and smiled. "As it happens, I do." She looked from Natani to Keith. "If you have no objection?"

Keith started to ask "Objection to what?", but the question became unnecessary as the King got up on her knees and moved closer to Keith's head. She did give him a moment to say something, but when no objection was forthcoming she smoothly swung one leg over, straddling his muzzle, then adjusted her stance so her sex was right over Keith's nose, just a little out of reach.

Natani could hear him draw a deep breath, and then he opened his mouth, reaching his tongue out, pushing it against her, making it curl around her front as far as he could -- then making a long pull back, over her clit, before angling to push between her lips.

"Mmm... I'll take that as a no."

And the King lowered her hips onto his muzzle, pressing his head into the mattress.

"Mmmmmmmmph."

They found their rhythm, the King slowly riding his muzzle, Keith nudging back, lips and tongue working to catch or reach this or that part of her. Natani noted with amusement that Keith wasn't quite soft anymore, his cock quickly filling back to half-hardness as he attended to his King.

Watching them go at it added to Natani's own tingling, and he pressed forward against Keith, making the basitin squirm a little, before remembering to back off again. Keith raised his hands to the King's thighs, grasping and guiding. It was a different placement than it had been with Natani, and he wondered if there was a reason for that, and what that would have felt like instead, almost as if Keith was holding him close, pulling him tighter against his muzzle.

There was that tingling again, a little different this time, as Natani's mind wandered to having Keith between his legs -- and maybe not like that, sitting on his muzzle, since he knew what that was like already; he was more curious about trying something like the King had done at the start, standing in front of Keith, with the basitin ducking in to give him a kiss... or even just laying back, and spreading his legs, and giving Keith free reign, a mirror of that blowjob Natani had given him. Would the basitin be all blushy, or would he be confident? Maybe he'd be both...

Natani wanted to try both of those things and more, but he was already two down on Keith when it came to using their muzzles. Though -- watching Keith plunge his tongue into the King, her juices trickling down his chin -- something told Natani that the basitin might not mind if he wanted to rack up some more debt.

He'd just have to make sure he could pay it back without his jaw falling off.

The King caught Natani's attention, waving a hand down low, then bringing it back up and pressing her finger to her lips when he looked up.

Silence? Why? Natani didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows.

The King nodded, then stuck out her tongue and looked at Natani expectantly.

Perplexed, Natani also stuck out his tongue.

Another nod, and the King pointed at Natani's muzzle -- well, his tongue, he supposed -- and then at Keith's feet, still resting against his shoulders.

Natani raised his eyebrows again. Really?

The King nodded, grinning.

Hmm. Well...

Natani thought back to how Keith had reacted when they'd unwrapped his feet.

Yeah, of course this would be a basitin thing.

And if that was the case... was that also why the King had liked the idea of this position?

... Or because she could sit on his face? Or... both?

Yeah, it was probably both.

But why the silence? Just to not give Keith any warning? Or... to let him think that it was Natani's idea?

Or... ah. Maybe it was to give Natani the opportunity to refuse, without Keith knowing.

Would he? No, he realized. It seemed a little odd, sure, and in some other situation it might have felt too... subservient, but not when he was balls-he-didn't-have-deep in Keith. The castle was of stone, and clean; his feet wouldn't be any more dirty than the rest of him. And if Natani was being honest with himself... there wasn't really any part of Keith he minded touching. So if it was going to be a whole thing... he was definitely game.

But in that case, it would be better not to fumble around too much. Natani freed up his hands from Keith's sides and brought them up. He showed one hand to the King, and with the other pointed first at one of Keith's feet, and then at his open hand.

The King nodded.

Natani traced the upper portion of his palm with a finger, indicating the pawpad, and looked at the King.

The King nodded.

Next, Natani pointed at his fingers, indicating the toes.

The King nodded.

Natani pointed all around his hand, and...

The King nodded.

Okay then, no specific area to focus on... Natani then brought his hand to his muzzle, and touched it to his tongue.

The King, of course, nodded.

Natani closed his mouth, then gave his palm a little kiss, looking at the King.

The King smiled, and nodded.

Natani cupped his muzzle with the hand, raising his eyebrows as he did.

The King's smile widened, and she nodded.

So either that stuff was especially sweet, or she just thought what Natani was doing was cute.

Natani sighed inwardly. Why was it that the times when he thought to be prepared, it never ended up mattering?

Ah well.

Natani brought his hands up to Keith's ankles, at first just touching softly, not wanting to startle the basitin. After a few short strokes along Keith's fur -- the basitin's tail swishing happily under him in response -- he grasped both ankles with his hands, gentle but firm, and pushed Keith's feet away from his shoulders and to where he could see them.

There was a muffled sound from Keith, and the way their weights shifted together, and the toy with them, made Natani give another instinctive thrust, rocking them more before they settled back down, Keith's rump resting flush against Natani's hips, soft, warm, and tantalizing, pressing back against him, making him tingle...

He forced himself to keep still. Not yet. Natani looked at Keith's paws, certainly more closely than he ever had before. They were smaller than his own, unsurprising considering their heights, and looked tidy and well cared for. Or maybe that was just a part of basitin durability? But the leather of his pads and toes was smooth, without any cracks he could see, and looked softer than he would have expected. The darker color was a nice contrast with his fur, and Natani resolved to, when he could see and enjoy Keith's reaction, tell him his paws were cute.

Without wasting any more time, Natani let both feet fall closer toward his muzzle, and then placed a soft kiss on the pad of one. It really was surprisingly soft. There was another muffled sound from Keith, so Natani moved his muzzle over to the other paw, giving it a kiss too, but then lingering... and pushing his tongue out, against Keith's pawpad, turning it into a slow lick, smiling to himself as he felt Keith shudder -- the motion sending a deep shiver right up Natani's spine -- and saw the toes of the paw he was licking splay out. Glancing down, he saw that Keith's cock had surged to full hardness, hanging over his belly.

Yup. This was going to be a whole thing.

A few minutes passed like that, Keith's muzzle buried in the King's sex as Natani's got more and more acquainted with his paws, tracing his pads with his tongue and peppering them with kisses, then doing the same to his toes, then the fur in between, then nuzzling first into one paw, then the other, and then both, rubbing his nose and muzzle against his pads and between his toes, and against his ankles. The more he did it, the more Natani got into it, not least because of Keith's reactions: his feet pushing back against Natani's muzzle, toes splaying, curling, grasping; the way he was eating the King out with a growing hunger between heavy breaths, his hands grasping tighter at her thighs, tongue darting to her clit in one moment, then burying itself between her lips the next; and his cock, occasionally giving a twitch Natani could feel even if he wasn't looking, sending a sweet shiver straight through him, as the basitin dripped and leaked pre onto his stomach, where it was starting to pool.

The next time Natani got caught up in the moment and bucked his hips, he didn't force himself to stop, though he did control his pace, keeping it slow and deliberate, a gentle rhythmic rocking... that wanted to get away from him and build into something greater. But he held on, staying slow, staying careful, letting the tingling pleasure further fuel his appetite. And maybe Keith's, too, since to Natani's joy, his movements hadn't put a damper on the basitin's cock -- if anything, the little twitches and spurts became more regular, falling in to the rhythm of Natani thrusting into him.

It was the King who made the next change, leaning back and planting her hips even tighter onto Keith's muzzle at the same time as she took one of her hands down to her sex, her fingers expertly settling into place on and around her clit. She must've been close from Keith's efforts, because it barely took her any time at all to push herself to the edge, the muscles of her stomach tensing as it approached, then tensing harder as she went over, holding tight until she lost control before finally relaxing, with a long groan, her hips shaking between her fingers and Keith's muzzle, her release sending fresh rivulets down Keith's chin even as Natani could see his throat work in a series of swallows.

When she was done, the King raised her hips higher, then shifted herself off Keith. He was panting for breath and looked dazed, but his eyes still immediately sought out Natani, focusing on his face, still buried in the basitin's paws. Natani smiled at him, then gave him a heavy lick, accompanied by a thrust of his hips, and Keith shuddered.

If he had anything to say, he didn't have the time before the King acted again, moving away only to get the space to lay down and approach Keith from the side, her muzzle touching Keith on the chest before quickly trailing down to his stomach, where she started to lick the pre out of his fur, bringing another shudder from Keith, and more to clean up. But the King was anticipating it, and raised her muzzle to his tip, wide tongue darting out to gather Keith up and pull him into her muzzle, immediately settling into a bobbing rhythm that matched Natani's slow grind against Keith's rear.

There was a strangled sound from Keith, and Natani thought he saw his eyes roll back even as they fluttered closed -- and then Natani had his hands full as the basitin's feet were suddenly pushing and bracing against his muzzle, vying for desperate leverage as his hips bucked, thrusting into the King's muzzle with his release -- and pumping himself on Natani's shaft, the pressure making Natani shudder in turn, then slam back with his hips, pushing Keith farther inside the King's muzzle, even as the basitin's hips continued to twitch and jerk. The climax wrung its way through Keith, his hands clutching the sheets, his hips out of control, his paws pushing against Natani -- until with one last shudder, he stilled, and his feet lost their strength, now shaking as they rested against Natani's muzzle.

Natani nuzzled into his paws, smiling, and after a moment, Keith responded with not so much a push, as a gentle smoosh.

The King, looking satisfied, pulled off Keith's cock, leaving it glistening clean. Keith let out a long sigh, his eyes still closed, a look of complete relaxation on his face, arms resting wide, hands no longer clutching the sheets, chest raising and falling with heavy breaths.

Keith's legs were still shaking, so Natani gave him one last kiss on the paws, then brought them together and braced them high against his chest, just above his enchanted wrappings, and held them there with one hand as he stroked one of Keith's ankles with the other. "Hey."

Keith opened his eyes and found his face, and there was another one of those smiles that just made Natani's heart melt to see. "Hey."

Natani grinned. "All warmed up?"

Keith laughed, almost soundlessly. "Something like that. You didn't come yet?"

"Nope. Can you still...?"

"I... think so? I feel a little... wrung out... and I don't know what's going on with my legs, but... I'm not in pain or anything, so... if you still want to...?"

"Yeah. I do."

Keith nodded. "Yeah. Maybe not too rough, okay?"

"Okay. Let me know if it's too much."

"I will. And actually, could you let my legs down? I don't think they want to be up anymore."

Natani cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? And here I thought you liked having them up."

Keith blushed. "They're just too shaky, okay?"

Natani grinned, and let go of Keith's legs, the basitin immediately letting them fall past him, then wrapping them around his back until they came to rest, ankles crossed, against the base of Natani's tail.

Oh. Now that was... interesting. And it afforded possibilities...

Natani leaned forward, now that Keith's legs weren't in the way anymore, bracing his hands on the bed to either side of Keith and bending down to meet the basitin in a kiss, tasting the King on his muzzle. And since it was a good taste... he didn't even give Keith time to respond before he switched to long licks, across the basitin's lips and nose and down the sides of his muzzle, then moving over to his chin and throat, chasing down those rivulets he'd seen earlier as Keith squirmed with laughter, his hands coming up to Natani's shoulders, but never quite stopping him.

"Natani...!"

When he felt Keith was clean enough, Natani retreated to back above his muzzle, grinning down at him. "Wolves like to lick."

There was that blush again, as Keith's mind clearly went to where else he'd recently felt Natani's tongue.

Natani let his grin mellow into a smile, and gave Keith a little kiss. "You know, you have cute paws."

The blush slowly got deeper and brighter, as Keith tried to find a way to divert the compliment but couldn't. Finally, he sighed. "Thanks? I guess? I'm... glad you think so. And, um..." Somehow, the blush got deeper. "Yours are... I mean... if you'd like... sometime..."

Oh. Oh! Somehow, the blush reached Natani's face, too. Part of being with a basitin? He smiled. "Sure. I'd be up for that."

Keith cleared his throat. "Okay."

Feeling Keith's legs wrapped around his waist was doing things to Natani, though he could have done without them trembling.

Unless the trembling wasn't anything bad... in which case, it was actually kind of hot.

He gave a small thrust, the tingling of it shooting through him, and saw Keith's breath catch for a moment, before resuming with a short exhalation.

"How was that?"

"I think I'll be okay. Go for it. I'll let you know if I need a break."

"Okay."

So Natani started, pulling back for another short, tingly thrust, once again seeing Keith's breath catch. On the third, he caught the basitin in a kiss, playful, and felt Keith's startled exhalation against him, followed by laughter. But soon enough Keith seemed to get the hang of it, and started returning the kiss, egging Natani on in turn, and his playfulness quickly started to give way to hunger even as he kept his thrusts deliberate. He wanted to push harder, but he was starting to understand his own pleasure, and he thought that if he chased after it, he might just end up pushing it farther away, like had happened when he'd been riding on Keith's muzzle. There, he'd been able to catch up, but it had been frantic, and right now frantic could hurt Keith. So he kept his pace, resisting the urge to act out every impulse, letting his pleasure build up thrust by slow thrust, just barely past teasing, putting all the want he was denying his hips into the kiss instead.

Keith took every measure of it, and when there came a moment, a necessary concession to their bodies need to breathe, where they broke away to look at each other, Natani could see tears in Keith's eyes, but not from pain. Or at least, not that kind of pain. Natani's heart surged as he understood -- and when he resumed, he poured out every bit of what he could and couldn't say into the kiss. You are wanted. You are needed.

You are loved.

Natani felt Keith's arms wrap around his neck and the basitin's legs pull closer around his waist, and that was the last of it for both his self-control, and the need for it. He could see the finish, and, dropping down on his elbows, sliding his muzzle past Keith's to press his nose against the side of the basitin's neck, he went for a final, faster series of thrusts that took him there, until he was left holding the thrust that took him over, pressing as deeply as he could into Keith as his orgasm crashed over him, the basitin still holding him tight through his throes, squeezing him close so every involuntary twitch of his hips became another deep grind, prolonging his flight.

And as the last of it faded, Natani slowly slumped on top of Keith, letting his elbows slide out from under him, and burrowing deeper against the basitin's neck, breathing in his scent with every panting breath. Natani's legs, too, wanted a respite, now that the heat of the moment was no longer carrying him, screaming from being low on his knees for so long. So he pushed his legs back, one at a time, sliding part of the way out of Keith as he did, and let the rest of his weight fall on the basitin, drawing a little groan from Keith as the alignment of their hips shifted and Natani's stomach pressed against his... and against his cock, still hard between them.

Natani felt Keith unwrap his legs from over his tail, and slide them down past his rump, looking for a place to rest them. Natani spread his legs wider, putting some more weight back on his knees, and the basitins legs hooked behind his thighs.

That felt really nice too.

But not as nice as Keith's arms, still around him, lower now, holding him close, one of the basitin's hands slowly stroking his back. He could feel Keith's heartbeat, also racing, calming together with his.

After a while, the basitin spoke. "Hey."

Natani laughed quietly. It was the same tone of voice he'd used himself, earlier. "Hey. Do you need me to move?"

"No rush."

So probably it was getting pretty uncomfortable for him. Natani mustered the energy to get back up on his elbows, then hands, so he could clear Keith's muzzle with his own. He gave the basitin a kiss, a soft one, full of gratitude. "Thank you." He smiled. "I can say it now, right?"

There was that blush again. "Don't... don't mention it. I'm glad it was good for you. I wasn't sure if..."

If he could take it? If it would work for Natani even if he could?

Natani nodded. "It's not really the same. I know that." He grinned. "But it's good." And it was probably more like the real thing than Keith realized. Thrusting his hips like that.. just thinking about it made him want to hold a little demonstration, but the basitin had more than lived up to his part of the bargain already. He gave Keith another little kiss. "I guess it's your turn to show me how it's done."

Blush. "Natani, you don't... need to do that. You don't owe me anything. I already..." Keith looked at him for emphasis. "I already got something out of it."

The obvious meaning was that he came too, but... Natani didn't think that was what he really meant. It was that moment in the kiss.

And Natani's heart swelled at that, but at the same time... why did Keith always have to be so damn eager to settle? Or more like, Natani knew why. It was because Keith was so used to never getting what he wanted that any scrap of good fortune already felt like a treasure to him.

Natani understood, and he hated it. Not because he hated anything about Keith, but because he hated what the world had done to him. Natani hadn't had the easiest time of it either, but at least he'd always had Zen. They'd had each other. Keith had been alone.

And you're going to leave him too.

Yeah. He was.

But he wasn't going to leave him having taken advantage of him.

"Natani?"

He sighed, a little theatrically. "Look, Keith. A deal's a deal." He smiled. "You're an ambassador now. You can't go giving up the kingdom just because."

The King made a little 'Mmm' of agreement. "Empire. But the principle is sound."

Natani had almost forgotten that she was in the room -- which, he supposed, was exactly why she had interjected. "Right. And..." he nudged at Keith's muzzle with his own. "There isn't anyone else I would have offered to. Take some pride in that, would you?"

And if Natani was going to offer, then he'd better damn well take it.

Because maybe Natani wanted what Keith had to give, too.

"Well, if you put it that way... I'm still feeling pretty shaky, though. So I'm not sure if..."

Not sure, huh? Natani smiled. He'd see about that.

He got his knees back under him and straightened up, finally pulling the rest of the way out of Keith. There he stopped for a moment to think -- should he leave the harness on for this? Eh... it would probably just get unwieldy. And if that was gonna happen, better to remove it now than fumble later. So he did, undoing the straps and letting it slide off.

He could always get his dick back when he needed it.

Keith was propped up on his elbows, looking at him, curious. He was probably expecting Natani to straddle him, after that comment about feeling shaky -- and actually, that might have been a good idea too, riding him again, but this time his hips, rather than his muzzle. Natani wondered if he could bend down far enough from there to kiss Keith... maybe.

But that wasn't what he had in mind. Instead, he took a short moment to stretch -- he thought Keith rather appreciated that, too -- before moving a little to the side, then facing away from Keith and slowly getting down on the bed on all fours. He looked back to make sure Keith was looking -- sure enough, he was -- and then raised his tail, presenting.

Keith blushed just as much as he had on the boat, when he'd seen much the same thing on accident -- and then blushed deeper with the understanding that this time, Natani meant it.