The Shopkeeper's Hospitality
#4 of A'alis
_This story's pretty much the polar opposite of the last one; we go from massive mostly-female hardcore orgy to one-on-one cute gay cuddle-fucking. With some M/F tacked on for good measure. As always, massive envy directed at the narrator. *GLARE!*
The setup in this one represented ~something~ of a challenge in that I'm trying to preserve the egalitarianism of the universe without denying the inevitable stratification of a society that supports "elite" heat families. The world of A'alis is a cheery, smutty utopia. Essentially, it's assumed that there are socioeconomic forces at work here, quietly pulling the strata of society together so that no two people are ever so economically isolated from one another that they could not comfortably be lovers.
And no, I don't know how it works. If I did I'd be running for office._
Lliam was able to walk on his own by the time he and his wives passed the shopkeeper's front stoop again. His robe (and the tight underpants) had been left with Sapphire to mark the visit, and would be put up in the display case for a few months, much to the delight of the shopkeeper, who had just closed up and was enjoying a glass of scarlet cordial in a rocker out front as evening closed in.
"Hoo," he said, smiling, "I dare say this one's been had front to back this evening."
Lliam smiled somewhat dreamily. "I'm pretty much all used up for the day, I think."
The shopkeep eyed Lliam's quavering knees. "You sure you wouldn't like to rest here for the night? There's plenty of space in the bed and I'd draw you a nice cozy bath to sooth those aching muscles."
Lliam turned back to his wives. "Y'know, Michal and Dex are going to have their hands full getting you three back in shape for the love booths tomorrow anyway..."
Sylvia grinned. "Go ahead, mousie. You've earned a break from us young things pawing and groping at you. Although I dare say you've traded one set of hands for another."
"Why," said the shopkeeper, mocking offense, "I assure you he'll be treated most respectfully!"
"I hope not," said Lliam, giggling.
"Okay, okay, a little disrespect. But I'm not promising any domination," said the shopkeep with a chuckle. Laughing weakly, Lliam waved his wives off as the shopkeeper's surprisingly strong arms enfolded him. Lliam sighed at the masculine touch, letting himself be supported. "Oh well then," the older wolf breathed into his ear, "I suppose a little domination could be arranged..."
At this, Lliam felt himself being scooped up and carried. "Whee... Oh I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."
"It's Jonathan, my guest. Now let me get you to that bath." Jonathan wasn't an especially brawny wolf, but Lliam had always been a slender little thing, and so was easily carried into the shop to the big easy chair Jonathan kept in the section of his shop where books were sold. "Now you make yourself comfortable while I get that bath ready."
Lliam was left alone in the soft chair for a while, but despite the very busy afternoon he'd just had, Lliam soon found himself mischieviously eyeing the stairwell...
Jonathan pretended not to hear the slight creak as the door to his bathroom opened over the sound of rushing bathwater. When Lliam's arms wrapped around him from behind, he didn't bother feigning surprise, however.
"Hey there. Eager to get cleaned off?"
"Well, more eager maybe to spend a little time with my host. It was pretty impressive carrying me over the threshold like that but then you left me allll alone..." Here Lliam nuzzled Jonathan's neck.
Jonathan chuckled again in that soft way of his that was rapidly growing on Lliam. "The stories of A'alis and its randy men are not exaggerated, I see."
"Oh, I'm drained all right. Dry as a bone. But I don't think I'll ever be sated on the feel of another's arms, a little conversation..." Lliam managed to get a pleasurable sigh from his host with a lick over his neck, "a kiss maybe..."
Without further prompting, Jonathan turned and kissed his young guest fully, although not especially deeply. Even if he hadn't been aware of Lliam's recent exertions he'd have noticed how tired that tongue was. Both of them were kneeling on the floor now, with Lliam caressing Jonathan's face.
"Heh. I just noticed; you're old enough to be my father."
"Oh really. I'm not even of forty cycles for another few months."
"And I'm just over twenty. Surely you can tell. Look at these cheeks," said Lliam, touching his own face as he raked his arms slowly down his body. "These shoulders, hmm?" Lliam leaned past Jonathan, letting his arms sink into the hot water as his back arched beside his host. "And don't I have just the cutest ass?"
Jonathan could not help touching it at this point. "Lovely," he said. "I like your legs, too. You naughty young thing." Lliam sighed as Jonathan's hands caressed his thighs and calves.
"Mmm, don't be shy, love, I'm too tired to be anything but passive but I love being enjoyed." Lliam grinned and blushed, biting his lower lip as he felt his buttocks being gently nibbled. "Ohh, you know nobody even thought to fuck my ass that whole time?"
"Now that is an oversight," said Jonathan. Lliam felt warm oil on his backside. Jonathan was a smoother operator than Lliam had given him credit, it seemed... "I think perhaps I could correct that."
Lliam sighed again as Jonathan prodded his entryway, slicking him up. "Oh you truly are a gracious host." Lliam spread his knees apart on the soft bath mat, waiting eagerly for Jonathan's lubed member. Both of the wolf's hands gripped Lliam's ass as Jonathan positioned himself.
Lliam moaned as Jonathan's glans penetrated. "Ohh, yess..."
"You like that, little thing? Hmm?"
Lliam giggled, letting his arms soak in the warm water that was filling the small bathing vessel, which was barely large enough for two people to lie in. As Jonathan's cock hilted for the first time, Lliam curled his neck down and sighed pleasurably at the surface of the water. "Oohhhh," he said breathily, "That's nice..."
Jonathan kneaded his guest's hips as he fucked him, slowly and luxuriantly. Lliam squirmed with pleasure as Jonathan's cock throbbed inside him. Jonathan kept up his slow grinding until Lliam had properly started to moan.
"Is my little slutty guest happy? Hmm?"
Lliam was barely able to hiss out, "yes, yyyees" in between moans and gasps.
The water kept rising, and soon Lliam could put his face into it. To his surprise, Jonathan had plenty of presence of mind to shut off the faucet.
Lliam could swear he had an orgasm, although gods only knew how that was even possible after the afternoon he'd just had, and was soon heaving happy sighs of release, even as the pumping in his ass sped up...
Jonathan let forth a single howl of sexual triumph as his cum sprayed up into Lliam's ass, eliciting yet another set of gasps and cries. Strong arms lifted Lliam up back to a kneeling position, the shopkeeper's member still lodged inside him.
"Mmm, now I'd bet you're even readier for that bath, eh little mousie?"
Lliam became suddenly aware that his knees were even more sore than they'd been when he arrived, as well as his legs, shoulders, back, and yes, ass. He held his position a little while longer as Jonathan's cock slid out of him, leaving a trail of cum behind, then swiveled enough to kiss Jonathan one more time before crawling into the tub, the warm water soothing his aching muscles immensely. His breathing finally slowed down a bit, and weightless in the tub, Lliam drifted near the edge of consciousness.
"Now don't go falling asleep in that tub or you'll wake up with a noseful of water."
"Yes daddy," said Lliam, giggling wickedly. Jonathan knelt beside him and put a hand on his face. Lliam nuzzled against it.
"Don't make me take a belt to you..." Jonathan licked Lliam's nose, grinning at the little mouse's blush. With that, Jonathan crawled into the tub beside Lliam, causing the water now to rise just shy of the brim of the tub.
Lliam let himself lean over into Jonathan without inhibition, hugging his wolf host. "Now you're getting carried away with the metaphor, dad," said Lliam, grinning.
"You started it," Jonathan said cheerfully. The two lovers chuckled and for a few moments simply settled in and enjoyed the warmth and weightlessness.
After a while, though, Lliam became aware of a hand rubbing powder soap into his chestfur. "Wouldn't really be a proper bath without a little soap, now.."
Lliam, already feeling a bit replenished from the warm soaking, sat up and let Jonathan scrub him. Jonathan started on Lliam's shoulders, massaging away remaining cramps and strains from the evening's pleasurable labors.
Lliam sighed as his shoulders and back became more relaxed and pliable beneath Jonathan's touch. Jonathan continued to beam down on his guest. Lliam looked into his eyes, and sighed again.
"Oh ho ho," said Jonathan, "my little guest is having a good time." Lliam smiled a little mischievously as Jonathan slid a leg around him, bracketing the little mouse's pelvis with his larger thighs. Lliam happily let the older wolf hug his slender body.
"Absolutely lovely, Jonathan," said Lliam, "you treat me like a prince."
Jonathan's hands slid down Lliam's body, beneath the surface of the warm, soapy water to caress his thighs and nethers. Lliam let out a sigh that almost approached a moan.
Jonathan chuckled. "Oh, what's that, little prince? You like when I do this?" Jonathan's hands ran slowly up and down Lliam's inner thighs.
"Hey now..." Lliam dreamily made a token protest, "I'm all used up..."
Jonathan grinned, giving Lliam's cock a squeeze. "Well you've gotta get cleaned off everywhere..." Lliam really gasped this time.
"Well, now... You could do with some washing up yourself," said Lliam, leaning over the side of the tub to get at the powder soap dispenser. Jonathan sighed a little as Lliam started rubbing the rapidly dissolving powder into his legs, which even Jonathan was forced to admit did get a little achy standing behind that counter all day...
Lliam noticed Jonathan's member was reacting to the attention its owner's legs were getting. "Oh, feels like my host is enjoying himself," he said, grinding his hips ever so slightly, letting Jonathan's swelling cock settle in between his buttocks. Lliam took another handful of soap and reached nimbly behind his back, beneath the water again to slather it over Jonathan's member, which throbbed pleasantly in response.
Jonathan let out a sigh. "Mm, if you're not careful.."
"What, we'll have to spend a bit longer in here? Oh that would be a shame.."
Lliam slid down, and turned himself around so he could watch Jonathan's face react as his hands slid acrobatically over the Wolf's cock. Pleasure washed over Lliam's host in waves, little gasps coming out when he palmed the wolven glans or slipped his thumb and forefinger tightly around. Lliam cupped some water in his hands and let it fall over Jonathan's cock, rinsing off most of the soap. Gripping the base, Lliam plied his tongue over the end.
Jonathan moaned. "Hey.. isn't that tongue awfully worn out?"
"Couldn't resist. You're not getting my best, as tired as I am." Lliam kissed Jonathan's member. "I really shouldn't be letting anyone outside the family feel anything less than peak performance, but you've been so good to me, and I'm so comfortable here.."
"I'm your host, love. You don't need to impress." Lliam sighed as Jonathan's wet hand brushed his face affectionately. He let Jonathan's cock slide into his mouth a ways, passively sucking it. Neutrally buoyant in the warm water, Lliam easily slid up Jonathan's body, nuzzling his face into his stomach as he rubbed Jonathan's cock.
"That's another thing I missed today.. taking a load of hot cum in my mouth from a nice, throbbing dick..." Lliam's hand moved up and down Jonathan's rod faster, moving him closer to climax.
"Mmm, well you may just get that in the end," sighed Jonathan. Lliam licked away a single drop of pre, barely noticeable with all the water splashing around. Jonathan sighed huskily. Close now...
"Cum again for me, love, give me your hot seed... I want your load in my mouth, on my tongue... fuck my hand, cum in my mouth... cum in my mouth.."
Under Lliam's smutty chanting, Jonathan finally gasped hard, shaking as his orgasm hit. Lliam clapped his lips over the tip of Jonathan's spasming cock and sucked down his prize, splatters of cum on his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
"Ahhh, ahhh, hahh... oh you men of A'alis are marvelous lovemakers, Lliam, my young guest."
Jonathan drained the tub, and with his detachable wash head rinsed the soap from Lliam's fur, and then from his own while Lliam lie in the empty tub. Jonathan got out of the bath, and helped Lliam out and into a big fluffy towel, which he vigorously rubbed up and down Lliam's frame, drying him mostly off. "Mmm," said Lliam, "you treat me well, Jonathan."
Tossing the towel aside and pulling Lliam close to himself, Jonathan wrapped his arms around Lliam and kissed him deeply. Lliam swooned into the larger wolf's arms, letting his weight be supported. "And you I, Lliam, young angel of A'alis. Now let me put you by the radiator to finish drying off."
In the bedroom a fine rocker with soft cushions beckoned Lliam easily to it, and led as he was by his gracious host he did not even think where Jonathan would sit until he had already settled in.
"Oh but where will you sit?"
"I'll be making the bed ready and airing out a set of pajamas for you. So eager to help! There's no need, little prince." At this Jonathan leaned down and kissed Lliam tenderly. Lliam relented and let himself settle in and be warmed, the last moisture drying from his fur. The sounds of Jonathan bustling about gathering garments and re-setting the bedcovers were strangely soothing, like being home with his aunts (one of whom actually was his biological aunt) in Oca who never let him do a lick of chores on those summer vacations north...
Lliam's reverie had taken him to the brink of sleep when he was roused by Jonathan helping him to his feet and pulling a sweet-scented nightshirt around his shoulders.
"These belong to the wife. Oh she'll be sore she missed you, but she'll at least enjoy smelling you on her pajamas," said Jonathan, grinning a little.
Lliam let himself be helped into the bedclothes, although he certainly wasn't that tired to need the help."I'll make it a point to let you take some pictures at least. Perhaps in these..." Lliam grinned lasciviously, running a finger inside the fabric of the shirt.
Jonathan shivered visibly, simultaneously imagining his wife and his guest's various charms. "Ohh, let us talk of that after you've had a night's rest. You're still the guest here, after all." Lliam crawled into the invitingly soft bed, pulling the covers up around himself. Jonathan followed in after him, and after a few more hugs and caresses, the two new friends fell gently to sleep.
***
Lliam woke to the sensation of hands playing over his chest and caressing his shoulders. "Hmmm, Jonathan, you keep this up and I may keep coming here..."
"Wouldn't that be nice," said a very female voice, snapping Lliam to sudden attention. He focused his eyes against the blur of sleep, and quickly resolved the form of a wolf about Jonathan's age but with much more silvery fur and soft feminine curves. Lliam's head whirled a little trying to make sense of it in his still clearing sleep haze. The woman spoke again. "I'm Kay, Jonathan's wife. Got home early, and very luckily, I should add."
Lliam, getting some idea of what he was in for, snuggled up to Kay's barely-restrained bosom, which was only mockingly contained by a very lacy teddy.
Kay laughed softly. "My husband does make a habit of bringing me strong young men to play with sometimes, it's true, but if I hadn't caught that red-eye in here all I'd have got of you were pictures and the smell of your musk on my flannels there."
"Mmm," said Lliam, more or less into Kay's ample cleavage, "I'm very glad you did."
Kay sighed. "As am I," she said, pulling the front of her teddy down enough that her breasts both pushed free, where Lliam took immediately to nuzzling and kissing them. "Mmm," she sighed, "good boy." Kay wrapped her arms around Lliam, hugging his flannel-wrapped form to her own curves, barely clad in lace beneath the bedcovers. Lliam's muzzle continued to rub gently about on her breasts, his tongue occasionally prodding her nipples. "You like my tits, little prince? Enjoy them."
Lliam put his lips over the lower of her two nipples and sucked. Kay let out a soft little moan and let her hands wander down Lliam's back to grip at his buttocks. She felt Lliam's cock start to respond, grinding into her thigh.
"Our little prince likes what he sees, hmm?" Kay gently pulled away from Lliam, letting him lean after her on the bed but getting out herself to sit on the chair next to the bed. Lliam watched her with rapt attention, his cock starting to reach full attention and push up against the flannel pajamas.
Kay's lace garment had slid back up to cover her nipples, though they stuck out clearly against the fabric, which was sheer enough to reveal just about every curve, and which from her seated position didn't cover her dampening pussy at all. She spread her legs a little more so Lliam could see the way her cunt was starting to wet down the underside of her slip. He pulled his bottoms down over his hips and cupped his erection, squeezing it with yearning for that moist cleft.
"Want to see me cum, mousie?" Lliam only licked his lips and started stroking himself. Kay pulled the front of the hem back enough to put her hand down to her lips and started slicking her index finger over her wet insides and up to her clit. Lliam let out a little gasp as her finger slipped inside. He was all hers.
Lliam went back and forth between holding his hand by his side to keep from jacking himself and rubbing furiously, trying to prolong the moment but spurred on by the exquisite sight of that pussy as it slowly drenched Kay's slip. As she arched her back into her fingers, Lliam's eyes snapped up to see her breasts, clinging to the slip, made nearly transparent with her sweat, bouncing in time to her thrusting at her own fingers...
"Aaaanghh!"
Lliam swooned from his reclining position, near orgasm himself, drinking in every tensing muscle and scintillating droplet of perspiration and cum, aching for Kay's marvelous display of lust. He forced his hand back to his side and watched her drift back down off her orgasm, her back relaxing, her legs splaying wider apart, making her drooling cunny all the more inviting, her heaving breasts pulling the now damp, gauzy fabric taught around her.
"Ohh, Kay," he gasped. Kay swooped in over Lliam, pulling down the covers past his hips and vaulting easily up over to straddle him.
"Have I teased you enough, little mousie?" Lliam only moaned as Kay gripped his cock with her hands. Kay fondled and squeezed her new lover's tool, rubbing the droplets that oozed forth into the skin. Lliam shut his eyes and arched his back, grinding his hips in time to Kay's caresses.
It was about this point that he became hazily aware of Jonathan's return.
Lliam pried his eyes off the vision of feminine lust straddling his hips for a few moments to confirm what he already suspected, that Jonathan was already stripped and ready to join the fray.
Kay looked up, smiling sweetly at her husband. "Jonathan! Help me lick this, would you?" Lliam barely had time to register what was going on before Kay had slid down his legs so that her mouth wrapped easily around the very tip of his glans, her breasts mooshed up against his thighs as she ran her hands up and down his arms. Soon Jonathan's tongue joined hers, curling around Lliam's shaft while his wife sucked the tip. Lliam's arms shot straight out at his sides as he gasped and tried to thrash about, only to be held gently but firmly in place by his two hosts, pleasurably restraining him.
Kay sat up on the bed, pulling her mouth away from Lliam's pole, letting Jonathan fully engulf the mouse's cock. "Mmm," she said, "I'm going to need that inside me for a bit, darling." Lliam watched Kay, reveling in the moving poetry of her voluptuous body as she straddled him, her sheer, sweat-drenched teddy all but transparent and hitched up to stretch alluringly across her buttocks.
Kay put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, signaling him to back off of Lliam's cock long enough for her to navigate it to her positively drenched pussy.
Lliam sighed blissfully as he felt Kay take his glans inside her folds, Jonathan licking the shaft and her clit, causing her cunt to shudder and squeeze him. Kay slowly slid her pussy down, gripping Lliam's throbbing cock with her slick but vicelike cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh this is marvelous," Kay said, grinding her hips with obvious pleasure. "Think he's got enough juice made up to put a load into each of us?"
"I imagine not, but you take it, my love. I'll drink it right from your vase when he's through." The mental image of Jonathan drinking his cum from Kay's pussy pushed Lliam onward to almost desperate thrusting, which Kay met enthusiastically, Jonathan's tongue lashing her clit and pussy lips as she fucked Lliam's aching cock.
"Not... much longer," Lliam managed to pant out, his hips grinding hard.
Jonathan's tongue started to lap at Lliam's pussy-drenched balls, tipping him hard over the edge. Kay lifted herself up slightly on Lliam's spurting member, grinding her hips back and forth, slipping her labia over his hypersensitive glans. The cries this elicited from Lliam were only a bonus to this maneuver, whose real goal was to collect his seed at the very doorway to her cunt.
"Come and get it, husband," said Kay to Jonathan, sliding back off Lliam's softening cock, leaving a few oozing drops of his cum in a trail to her pussy. Jonathan wasted no time, nearly diving into her moist folds, his tongue plunging up into her, reveling in the mixed essences of his lovers.
Lliam could only lay gasping, caressing Kay's thighs as they danced and twitched to Jonathan's tonguing.
As Jonathan scooped the last drops of Lliam's seed from Kay, she slid off of Lliam onto her side, raising a leg up, wantonly showing off her swollen and dripping wet pussy. "Fuck me, Jon, give me another load!" Jonathan got up onto the bed behind her and eased his aching member into her familiar passage, sighing happily.
"Oh, I missed your pussy while you were away my dearest."
"Take it my love, take it!"
Lliam fondled Kay's breasts contentedly while Jonathan and Kay built up to a fevered rut. Kay gave Lliam a few words of encouragement, but mostly she was all Jonathan's this time. Lliam happily caressed her, though, reveling in the beauty of this couple's devotion to one another. Lliam had never watched a couple married this long, and the way they timed to one another, their perfect synchronization, made him truly understand why people had these kinds of long-term relationships. A mated pair like Kay and Jonathan could understand and predict each other perfectly, matching one another's rhythm, sensing every desire as if by telepathy--
"Aaaaaaagh!"
Lliam squeezed Kay to himself, hugging her as her husband collapsed beside her, spent. The three lovers spent a few minutes just holding on to one another and enjoying their shared glow.
Jonathan insisted Lliam stay for breakfast, which was hearty and replenishing, especially after the 24 hours Lliam had just had. As Lliam was readying to leave, Jonathan asked, "Is there anything, anything at all else I can do for my guest?"
Lliam grinned. "Could you... suck me off?"
Jonathan flushed momentarily. "You really ARE from A'alis," he said, and eagerly went to his knees, ready to take Lliam's seed fresh. Lliam leaned back against the wall, and Kay took pictures, while Jonathan sucked happily.
When Lliam finally came, he gripped Jonathan's shoulders, bucking crazily, gasping for air. Jonathan got nimbly back up to his feet and kissed Lliam one last time, sharing the taste.
"Bravo," exclaimed Kay, snapping photos in rapid succession as little droplets of saliva and cum dripped from her husband and Lliam's mouths.
When Lliam finally made his way back to the house of A'alis, his spouses had gone off to the loving booths, and left a note with directions, "if by some miracle you can still even imagine having an erection at this point," in Ilka's characteristically looped script.
Lliam giggled, and went straight to the library to do some reading.