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Chapter 6: Nasty Boy

Wynn awoke with a start when a pair of bright blue eyes appeared hovering over her. She was so startled that she screamed and fell out of bed, toppling from the wooden frame, the straw mattress, and to the floor. She sat sprawled on her butt as the mischievous eyes hovered above, but the eyes vanished as Kilyan, Lea, and Ohana burst wildly into the room.

"I told you to go back!" Kilyan snapped at his wives, and Wynn saw her father holding a dagger in paw as the panicking green eyes searched the room for an intruder.

Ignoring her husband, Lea pushed past Kilyan and fell to her knees beside Wynn, grabbing the girl's shoulders and pushing Wynn's mane back so she could look into her eyes.

Kilyan took a halting step toward the window and peered out while Ohana ripped the closest doors open, then studied Wynn suspiciously.

Still being fussed over by Lea, Wynn would have laughed at their alarm under normal circumstances: they were always so certain that Wynn had a lover in her room - which was true from time to time - or that Wynn was going to get abducted because her beauty was quickly becoming famed across the land. But tonight, Wynn could not find it in her to laugh. She was too shocked. She sat on her tail blinking blankly at the opposite wall and wondering what the hell she had just seen.

"You know what I told you, Wynn," Kilyan said as he bent to check under the bed.

"Any males caught in this room won't leave it alive," added Ohana, folding her arms and narrowing pretty eyes on Wynn.

"Why did you scream?" demanded Lea breathlessly.

Wynn, still in shock, blinked at the wall a moment. "I - I fell out of bed," she managed at last.

"My daughter, what is the matter with you tonight?" begged Ohana, whose fiery gray eyes were wide with worry. She knelt on the other side of Wynn and peered anxiously into her face. "This is not the Wynn I know. Where is my little imp?" she asked sadly and smoothed down Wynn's curls with a loving paw.

"Her little imp" was something Ohana had quickly begun to call Wynn, who had been very mischievous as a child and always seemed deserving of a spanking across a knee. Ohana had even once spanked Wynn with a mane brush: she had caught the girl giving another little pup head, but had later laughed over the matter in secret with Lea: Wynn was a naughty delight. Sometimes Ohana even thought Wynn was a great deal like herself.

"Maybe she should sleep in our bed tonight," Lea suggested, clutching Wynn's arm as if she might just march her away.

"Or maybe I should have Inden sleep outside her room," Kilyan added, turning to face the others at last. His search of the room complete, he came and stood over the three females, looking as somber as if he just might go and retrieve Inden at that very moment. He smelled LiAnh hovering out in the hall, and when he barked for the boy to go to bed, LiAnh sleepily demanded to know what all the screaming was about.

LiAnh appeared in the doorway, rubbing a fist in his eye. Kilyan ordered him to bed again, but he squeaked out grumpily, "What's wrong with Wynn now?"

No one saw the light of realization that came in Wynn's eyes. She finally managed a laugh and touched a pretty black nail to her smile. Realizing the others were staring at her, she said, "I fell out of bed, you guys are overreacting. I'm fine." She reassured Lea and Ohana by smiling into their eyes, and she touched an affectionate paw to Lea's shoulder to calm her.

"Well . . ." relented Kilyan, who was starting to realize he'd barely gotten a wink of sleep tonight, "I guess since it's been such a long day we're all a little jumpy . . . and we'll need our sleep for tomorrow."

Lea scowled miserably at her lap, and Ohana looked around at Kilyan with large gray eyes.

"Tomorrow? What happens tomorrow?" Ohana asked her husband. She looked between Kilyan and Lea, who were both avoiding her gaze. Lea glared at her knees, and Kilyan looked at his daughter and jerked his head for her to get back in bed.

Wynn quietly obeyed and felt a sting of guilt when Ohana leapt to her feet and demanded with her paws on her hips, "What the hell is going on here, Kilyan?"

Kilyan offered his paw, looking so tired and drained that Wynn wanted to disappear on the spot: her poor father was obviously about to have a long argument with his wives tonight.

Ohana ignored Kilyan's offered paw and marched straight past him, as if she had figured everything out just by looking at Lea. Her arms were straight either side of her narrow waist and her little paws balled into fists. Lea snatched LiAnh onto her hip and hurried from the room too, still angry and miserable. Kilyan followed.

Wynn lay in bed, wishing there was some way she could leave without hurting everyone so badly. Why did Lea and Ohana have to take it so hard? It wasn't as if she wanted to leave them . . .

Wynn was about to try sleeping again when the eyes appeared a second time. She sat up quickly, scooting back against the wall and pulling the sheet up around her breasts. She felt stupid for doing such a thing - after all, it wasn't as if those eyes (as well as many other pairs) hadn't seen her tits already - but the eyes seemed somehow probing and aroused in her a sense of alarm: when those blue eyes looked at her, she knew they were imagining nasty things.

"Nasty boy!" Wynn whispered with a twisted smile.

"The nastiest," came a voice, deep but still boyish.

A splash of white light, and standing on the edge of Wynn's bed was the handsomest young male she would ever see. His white body was tall and lean, but toned with tight muscles, and his long white mane fluttered on a nonexistent breeze before falling around his shoulders in a feathery ripple. He stood with his big paws on his hips, his pink cock stood erect from the thick nest of white curls at its base, and a fan of six tails waved gently behind him.

So it was him after all. Her breasts heaved as she warned, "If you don't get outta here I'll scream so loud -!"

"Don't be coy, Wynn," said the young male. "I've seen you bathing that gorgeous body in the woods. I've seen you fucking your lovers. Hell, I've seen you fucking yourself."

The sheet fell from Wynn's breasts in her sudden outrage. Before the young male realized what she was doing, she had kicked him from her bed. He fell backward laughing, and before he hit the floor, he disappeared again in another splash of light. Her breasts still heaving, Wynn leaned over the bed and gasped to find him gone.

"Over here," came the voice again.

Still on her knees, Wynn looked over her shoulder to find the stranger kneeling behind her, that pink cock still hard with desire. He smiled at her - such a handsome smile, damn him! - and before she could gasp a second time, he stuck his big fingers in her pussy.

Wynn's green eyes grew round and she sputtered. She was kneeling over the edge of the bed with her ass pointed at him, so escaping such pleasure would involve falling on her face to the floor. Feeling trapped where she was, she trembled as those fingers sank deeper, curling to caress her and conjuring her pussy into squirming out its juices. She closed her eyes and shuddered and whispered weakly, "Sylas . . ."

"You remember me," he said, sounding pleased.

She felt his free paw cup to the shape of her ass a moment, feeling, smoothing down to her thigh. He kicked her trembling little thighs apart, and removing his fingers, he sank himself into her wet walls with a satisfied sigh. Wynn moaned and felt herself melting all over. It was as if this was the dick she had been waiting for all her young life! He filled her completely and pressed so deep that her entire body started to shake with the pleasure and she almost fell. She relaxed when Sylas lovingly gathered her into his arms, she smiled to herself when she felt his hard chest against her back - so hot and sculpted - and his steamy breath in her ear as he panted to get inside. He cupped her tits as he moved inside her, whispering,

"Wynn . . . don't you know I love you?"

She felt so weak the more he touched her. Her head fell back against his shoulder and a convulsion of pleasure tore through her body when his wet kisses found her neck, when that pink cock swelled wider.

"Do you love me?" Sylas asked as his big paws smoothed over her tits, down her flat belly, and found her clit.

Wynn shivered as her little clit throbbed hard under his caressing. Her lips trembled, and she managed with fluttering lashes, "Sylas, I - I . . ."

"You don't," the young fox answered with a laugh. "But you will."

Wynn laughed at his audacity. Sylas. It was him all right, that nasty boy who had given her pussy its first pleasures in the light of the moon. Of course she hadn't forgotten him. How could she? But she had tried. God, she had tried. Because the last thing in the world that she wanted was for Inden to murder Sylas over her.

"He won't," whispered Sylas in her ear. "Because I'm taking you away tonight!"

Wynn's eyes flew open wide. "What do you mean?"

"In a moment," was the answer. "But first . . . say it."

Wynn felt her cheeks grow hot. He could delve into her mind. Of course he knew what she wanted. This was the first time in her adolescence that a male had made her blush. Her fingers curled tight in the sheets as she bent over and offered her pussy to him. Bowing her head until her curls swung over the edge of the bed, she whispered in a trembling voice, "Fuck my brains out."

Sylas laughed softly but complied. He grabbed Wynn by the neck - just as she had fantasized only moments before - and banged her until her juices squished and tossed on the air. Her tits flapped hard as she fought to brace herself on the edge of the bed, her hips rocked forward, and she could feel his big fingers on them as he slammed himself in, getting so deliciously deep that she didn't think she could stifle her cries anymore. She bit her lip and tasted blood, she was so bursting to scream. Sensing this with a little laugh, Sylas waved his paw. A white light twinkled near the curtain, and Sylas informed Wynn that the room was now sound-proof. Wynn's mouth fell open and she screamed, screamed shrill and loud and breathless, and when Sylas started fingering her clit, she lost control. Her arms shook and she would have fell, but Sylas caught her. And as he pushed hard inside, as his skilled fingers massaged her clit toward a climax, she screamed until her strong young body released. She trembled and realized with a start that Sylas was trembling just as badly. He came after her with a weak cry in her ear and - just as she'd fantasized - he did not pull out, and she felt it for the first time: a male's fire-hot seed as it filled her. She melted all over, falling back against Sylas and closing her eyes as his lazy kisses left wet petals of pleasure on her neck.

Sylas gently pulled Wynn down onto the bed with him and under the covers, where he held her close and played most lovingly in her mane as she - so tired and dazed now - closed her eyes on the brink of falling asleep against him. She never in a million years thought she would feel this way about a male, but sex with Sylas was too much. She was actually tired and there hadn't even been real foreplay!

Sylas laughed at Wynn's amazement. "I will give you anything you want, Wynn, and more," he whispered, touching her face with a tender finger. "You just have to let me."

Wynn looked at him and smiled. God, he had really grown up handsome, just like she knew he would. She pushed his mane back from his eyes and peered into the blue spheres. They were afire with mischief and lust and something else . . . love? She needed to be in his arms suddenly and was happy when he held her close.

"So will you come with me?" Sylas whispered in the deep voice Wynn was loving already.

Wynn's eyes fluttered open. She had forgotten already: he wanted to take her away. She looked up at him, "Come with you where?"

"To Miras Eii," Sylas said with shining eyes. "It's a place where only foxes can go, and wolves can't get there without an invite." He smiled at Wynn, then climbed from the bed and took her by the paw.

Wynn let him pull her to her feet. She smiled when he placed his big paw on the small of her back, and taking her other paw as if he might dance with her, he bid her to stand on his feet. Wynn did as he asked and gasped when they started to hover off the ground. As they rose higher and higher, Sylas never broke eye contact with her. His lips were twisted in a lusty smile, but his eyes were gentle and almost . . . sweet.

"In my world," Sylas whispered as they began to revolve midair, "there is no sickness and pain, only freedom and joy. The flowers are as tall as me, and the sunsets . . ." He sighed. "Such sunsets, Wynn. It's a place like nothing you have ever dreamed. You're free to be yourself, Wynn, you don't have to fit in. And the very best part?"

Sylas paused, and Wynn waited, peering in wonder up into his face. The young male suddenly grinned and blew a strand of mane from Wynn's eyes. "You. That is . . . if you say yes."

Wynn's heart sank, and seeing how dismal the girl became, Sylas' blue eyes clouded over. He let Wynn go and they both sank slowly to the floor. The room was very quiet as Wynn twisted her fingers and searched desperately for something to say. She didn't want to hurt Sylas, that was the last thing she wanted to do. But she had to make him understand . . .

"Understand what?" said Sylas in quiet disgust.

Wynn looked up at him and wondered why she felt so guilty: she had never made any promises to Sylas. She had, in fact, told him to forget about her!

"Don't bother explaining," he said, still disgusted. He shook his head darkly. "It's him, isn't it? That pussy who's too stupid to see how wonderful you are!"

"Don't call him a pussy!" Wynn warned.

"Keep your voice down! The magic has worn off, they can hear --"

"Don't call him a pussy!" Wynn repeated just as loudly, her fists clenched at her sides.

"That's what he is for not realizing what you're worth! Such a beautiful soul and yet he doesn't want to be inside you? Wynn, my heart has ached for you all these years! All I want is to be beside you - shit, it's what I need! I would give the moon to you!"

Looking up at Sylas and seeing the sincerity in those blue eyes, Wynn's expression softened, and she said with a laugh, "On a string?"

Sylas laughed too and took her paw. "Yes, Wynn. On a string. You've already got my heart on a string. You really want the moon too?"

"Damn straight."

Sylas laughed softly. "That's my girl." He lifted Wynn's chin and kissed her so tenderly that she thought she felt her heart breaking. "Wynn," he whispered, his lips brushing hers, "will you marry me?"

Wynn's heart stopped as Sylas went on: "I'd do anything for you, I mean that. I've always loved you, Wynn. I've watched over you all these years, waiting for the moment when I could make you mine forever. Please . . . just give me a chance?"

Wynn's lashes fluttered as her mind flew into confusion and despair, but before she could answer Sylas, a deep voice boomed,

"Get the hell away from her!"

Wynn looked up and shrieked as Inden lunged into the room in a flurry of black feathers. He had a dagger in his paw and made straight for Sylas, but the white fox disappeared in a splash of light. His mocking laughter echoed around the room as Inden stood glaring at Wynn.

"What the hell were you doing with his paws on you!" Inden demanded, his muscly arms shaking in his fury. He looked down at Wynn with something between hurt and rage.

Wynn folded her arms. "Don't you raise your voice at me! What are you doing here anyway?"

"I came to give you what you want!" Inden burst, and Wynn stared up at him, wide-eyed. His nostrils flared in his anger, and he said with tight lips, "Isn't that what you wanted, Wynn? For me to make love to you? Well, I snuck in here to do it!"

"You're just saying that because of Sylas --"

"It's true!"

"Then prove it!" Wynn yelled.

Inden turned away, dashing his dagger to the floor violently.

"Ha!" cried Wynn in bitter triumph. She wagged her head as she said loudly, "I knew you were lying! You just can't stand it that Sylas is male enough to pleasure me and you couldn't touch a pussy if I sat on your fin --"

Inden whirled without warning, and cutting Wynn off in the middle of her taunt, he slammed her into the wall and kissed her hard on the mouth. She squealed behind the kiss when his fingers rammed into her sex, and kicking her legs apart, he lifted her up and pulled her down on his cock. She moaned behind his kissing as his erection swelled thicker, filling her, pressing against her pussy walls and forcing from her mouth little helpless cries. She was too shocked to move as Inden rocked against her, gasping to get in, his brows knitted together in his apparent ecstasy. His wings moved in spasms, as if any moment now and he would explode. He looked so helpless in his pleasure that Wynn thought it was cute and nibbled his lip. He blushed, and they kissed as Wynn wrapped her legs around him tight, as she clung to his thick neck and pulled him close.

Inden braced his paws against the wall and tried to pull out, but Wynn ignored his strained protests and clung to him. He came inside with a weak grunt, and Wynn twisted against the wall, forcing her tits out as the hot seed filled her. Inden shyly licked her nipples, and they were sagging against each other when a voice in the doorway made them freeze.

"Get out of my house."

Wynn looked over Inden's shoulder and wanted to die: her father was standing in the door, dagger in paw, his green eyes burning with murderous rage. Wynn knew that if she had been with anyone besides Inden, Kilyan would have thrown that dagger and the young male would have lost either life or limb.

Wynn glanced apologetically at Inden, who looked as if his worst fears had just manifested in Kilyan's unforgiving face.

Kilyan threw his dagger down, and it landed almost hilt-deep in the floor.

"And don't ever come back here."