Expanded Training
Sometimes I get bored when writing something big. When I do, I do one of two things, either I write an existing character I have in my head into a situation I wouldn't normally put them into, or I write something I've not written in a long time. Jenayre is one. Porn is another. I did both.
I apologise in advance since this isn't up to my personal standards. It's unedited, just finished, and written entirely while trying not to void my stomach through either end of my body. Sickness, it would seem, breeds written-form cocksucking. The Fae, it seems, works in very strange ways. Regardless of how I work, or how I feel the writing is, hopefully this is enjoyed.
- Fae
Expanded Training
Jenayre grumbled as he slipped slowly away from the gathering, keeping to the shadows as he fled the attentions of his fellows still dancing about their celebratory bonfires.
The vulpine was still young, 'only' sixteen seasons of age, and not yet a male of his people, the Tashik. The golden spiral of fur along his tail, the unique genetic mark of his people, had yet to fully grow in. His hair was as red as his fur, drawn back and down to his shoulders. All Tashik undergoing their training were forced to grow their hair during the long years required to master the combat arts of sword, spear and bow.
His loincloth flapped against his rump and thighs as he slipped past the tents at the edge of his tribe's camp, finally shielded from the light of their fires. In the heat of the summer he deigned to shed robes in favour of the simple loincloth, protecting his modesty and allowing the wind to ripple through his fur. Dejectedly, Jenayre brushed a strand of his hair from his brow, the vulpine's gold eyes flashing in the light of the full moon.
The party had been for a good reason, of course, and all of his tribe were wrapped up in celebration. Several members of the tribe, slightly older than he, all fine and battle-hardened warriors, had passed their final challenges and sought their right to claim a place in the tribe, as adult males and females. The victories were hard earned, as they always were, and yet Jenayre felt a pang of jealousy.
It was her, of course. Kitaya. To Jenayre, at least, a more fantastic specimen of vulpine perfection there was not. Eyes as green as the lushest Renthani forests, hair as long and black as the Borderlands' night, and a laugh more intoxicating than his grandfather's prized mead. A goddess in mortal form, he was completely convinced.
Jenayre kicked the ground as he slipped beyond the edge of the town, slowing himself to a walk as he remembered. Of course someone like her would be interested in Animus. One of the warriors and males of the tribe being celebrated that night, he was a fine match for her. He knew of her fondness for the older warrior, and he had little doubt that Animus was as blind to her affection as she was to Jenayre.
He sighed quietly as he settled down beside a tree, his back slowly sliding down it as he sat against the trunk. It simply wasn't fair. If he was a better warrior, able to complete his training faster... if he was as skilled as his friends, Cyndr, Vac and Tierim... then, then she might have noticed him. If he'd done better, she would want him as much as he wanted her...
Beneath his fur, a blush stained his cheeks. His gaze slipped downwards to his parted legs, an eager, youthful erection starting to strain up against his loincloth. Had he been wearing his training armour the leather would have restrained his sheath enough that he could think about Kitaya all he liked to no effect, but... in the cool, summer air, with nought but his loincloth on, his malehood was free to express how he thought of her.
Quickly looking about, Jenayre reached down and lifted his loincloth up and away, blushing brighter still as a fingertip brushed slowly over his sheath. His lips parted as he released a quiet murr, his malehood throbbing warmly in the cool night air.
His fingers slowly wrapped around his length, squeezing gently as he closed his eyes, leaning back into the tree. His legs spread a little as his mind wandered back to Kitaya, the sight of her slowly slipping off her dress dancing across his eyelids.
He moaned quietly as he began to forget about the gathering, the celebration, and the tribe... the world fading away before his fantasy. His paw started to move up and down his shaft slowly as images of her flashed before him, of her baring her body to him and offering herself up to his mating instincts. Thoughts of taking her gently filled his head, mind swimming with thoughts of how she would feel in his arms, or beneath him, or wrapped around his malehood... her scent, her taste, her sounds, everything driving himself deeper into lustful need.
His body warmed as he pumped his paw over his shaft faster and faster, feeling it throbbing in his grasp. His hips began to twitch and buck up against his hand, his mind substituting it for her warm, wet folds, his tip spurting a shot of his pre deep up inside her... her lips parting, moaning quietly... "Jenayre?"
Jenayre yipped, releasing a very child-like squeak as his eyes shot open. His legs closed up immediately as his other hand reached down to cover up his shaft, but not before another spurt of pre started to leak out from between his poorly-concealing fingers. "Wh-who's there?"
The young vulpine may as well not have asked. A second later, another fox emerged from around behind the tree. In the dim light it took a second for Jenayre to recognise him, but the slim figure, familiar voice and long, crimson hair were unmistakable even if his face was shrouded in shadow. "Vac?" Jenayre asked, eyes narrowing a little. "What are you doing here?"
The other Tashik, Vac, simply chuckled as he kneeled down in front of Jenayre. He was clothed the same as the younger fox, only a simple loincloth covering himself. The two were close friends even though Vac was a season or two older than Jenayre, and they both trained together regularly. "The same thing as you were, I suspected. I figured you wanted some time away from the celebrations." Vac grinned, teeth bright as he let his gaze drop over Jenayre's lap. "I did not, however, expect to find you pleasuring yourself. Life is full of pleasant surprises, is it not?"
Jenayre blushed brighter still, a little whimper escaping him as he pressed his back into the trunk of the tree, completely oblivious to the other male's last statement. "I did not leave for this!" he protested, his traitorous malehood still firm and throbbing against his clutching paws.
"I am sure, Jenayre." Winking, Vac settled himself down before Jenayre and gently petted his own thigh. "Do not worry, friend. You have nothing to hide from me. It's nothing I do not have myself, and you are doing no wrong." Vac grinned a little wider. "You were thinking about Kitaya again, were you not?"
Eyes widening, Jenayre clutched himself a little tighter, hoping to hide himself even more but only succeeding in sending a burst of pleasure along his shaft. "How did you...?"
"Know? You are hardly subtle about your affections, Jenayre." Vac chuckled quietly, his fingers starting to slip under his own loincloth as he spoke, rubbing slowly over his concealed sheath. "If your longing glances are not enough proof of this, then your scent certainly is. I know how effective our armour is at protecting from physical signs, but..." With a quiet murr, Vac inhaled long and deep through his nose, his grin widening further as he looked down once more into Jenayre's lap. "That is a very distinct scent to give off, and one I very much savour."
Jenayre cocked his head a little to the side, his own eyes dropping down to Vac's lap and noticing for the first time the older male's own self pleasuring. "One you... savour?" he repeated slowly, eyes for some reason beyond his control remaining locked on the other's loincloth.
"One I very much savour indeed," replied Vac, his other hand slowly slipping up over his thigh to lift his loincloth up and to the side. His tip started to peek up and out of his sheath, his own scent starting to waft up as his arousal grew. "You have never even considered males as you consider Kitaya, have you?"
Jenayre continued to blush as he shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Vac's growing shaft. "I... not really, no," he answered, fingers starting to move of their own accord, rubbing back and forth along the underside of his own shaft. "Have... have you-"
"Oh, yes," replied Vac, answering the question even before Jenayre could finish. He wrapped his paw slowly around his shaft and gave it a good squeeze, murring softly as he smiled up at the younger fox. "And far more than consider, too. Not all males take female mates, my friend. And nor are we wrong for seeking an end to loneliness in the arms of another."
Slowly Jenayre began to release his tight grip on his shaft, his blush never fading as his malehood was once again caressed by the cool breeze of the night. "I know, I... just never considered it for myself." Blushing brighter, he finally looked back up at Vac's face. "Why did you follow me?" he asked.
Vac only chuckled as he scooted a little closer to Jenayre, reaching out to gently trace a fingertip over the younger vulpine's thigh. "Because, my friend, I could pick out your scent amongst that of everyone... I could smell you, and your need, and I believe I can help you."
"H-how could you help me?" Jenayre asked, his eyes flicking back and forth between Vac's face and malehood. He started to once again work his paw over his malehood, stroking gently and slowly as he regarded the other vulpine before him.
Smiling wider, Vac leaned slowly in and lick gently over Jenayre's cheek, murring a little louder up into his ear. "I could sate some of your loneliness," he whispered, slipping his hand slowly up from the younger vulpine's thigh to his sheath, trailing his fingers gently over it. "You need only ask..."
Jenayre could only nod, his body shivering with pleasure as he felt another being touching him for the first time in his life, a dribble of pre starting to leak from his tip and over his fingers. "Please... show me?"
Vac simply grinned and nod as he slipped his paw further up and along Jenayre's length, moving the younger fox's hand away and replacing it with his own. He squeezed it gently as he leaned in, licking and nibbling and kissing warmly over Jenayre's neck. "Mmmrrr... it would be my pleasure..."
The younger fox released a soft, quiet moan, pressing in against the trunk of the tree. His shaft throbbed softly under Vac's attentions, pre starting to stain the older Tashik's fingers as they worked up and down along that sensitive length.
Slowly Vac began to work his way down, licking and kissing down from Jenayre's neck and over his chest, leaving a slightly matted trail along Jenayre's body. He closed his eyes as he pawed the younger fox a little faster, his other hand releasing his own malehood to slip down between Jenayre's thighs and squeeze oh-so-gently at his orbs.
Vac's eyes widened a little and he chuckled as Jenayre's shaft twitched in his grasp, that little squeeze sending a fresh spurt of pre shooting up out of his tip. Jenayre moaned as the spurt splashed across Vac's chin, soaking into the older warrior's fur. Vac only grinned, lowering his head down to nuzzle gently against Jenayre's leaking tip. "Mmrrr... someone IS excited, isn't he?"
Still unable to stifle his blush, Jenayre nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. His body trembled against Vac as he pressed himself in close and tight against the older fox, a slightly louder moan slipping from his lips as his shaft pulsed harder still. "Mmrrf... s-sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, Jenayre... it's cute." Vac grinned as he slowly tilted his head downward, letting Jenayre's tip rub against his pre-soaked chin fur as he moved. His fingers slipped down to the base of Jenayre's shaft, squeezing it softly where he could feel the younger fox's knot starting to form even as his tongue slipped out, lapping wetly over the tip of Jenayre's malehood.
That single little touch was electric to Jenayre, jolting his entire body with pleasure. That pleasure reverberated throughout his body as he felt Vac's muzzle slowly sinking down around his shaft, moaning loud and deep as he felt every last inch gradually becoming enveloped within Vac's warm, wet mouth. A fresh shot of his pre spurted up against the roof of Vac's muzzle, the older vulpine murring quietly as his tongue slipped along Jenayre's tip, eager to get a taste.
Reality once more started to fade out for Jenayre. At first his mind was filled with images of Kitaya, of her kneeling between his legs and running his tongue up and down along his shaft, of her soft, gentle hands squeezing gently at his thighs... Quickly though those thoughts faded away, shifting instead to the male actually working away at his length. Lewd slurping sounds filled Jenayre's ears as he laid his head back against the tree trunk, hips twitching gently up against Vac's muzzle.
His body relaxed, reclining in the cool night air as that deliciously warm muzzle enveloped him. Never before could he have imagined the feeling, his shaft throbbing and pulsing against Vac's tongue. He shook with pleasure as one hand slipped slowly down, caressing and stroking the top of the older fox's head, guiding him slowly up and down his malehood.
It was the slurping that did it... the hungry, wet sound of Vac's lips around his throbbing length. The feel of his friend sucking down around his shaft, the scent of their shared arousal hanging in the air despite the breeze, the softness of his hair under his guiding paw... it all mixed with his inexperience, the new feelings rocketing him unwaveringly towards climax.
He gasped out, panting heavily as he felt his orgasm rushing up and through him, his whole body trembling with pleasure. He groaned as he fought it, tried to hold it back, but it was too much, and far too late. He cried out in bliss as he let the feelings overtake him, surrendering himself to Vac's skilled muzzle and tongue, spilling jet after jet of his seed into his friend.
Vac only murred louder as he felt his friend's shaft erupt, drawing his lips back to Jenayre's tip and sealing tightly around it, tongue rubbing over it as shot after thick, warm shot painted the inside of his muzzle. He greedily swallowed every last drop as it was pumped into his muzzle, sucking every last drop he could from his friend until the quick, hard spurts faded to a slow trickle, and finally to nothing.
Jenayre panted heavily as he leaned back against the tree, body still trembling as Vac lifted his head up and off his shaft. Slowly the younger fox opened his eyes, looking down as his friend smiled wide up at him. "I... you... we... wow..."
Vac just chuckled quietly as he lay his head on Jenayre's thigh, smiling wider up at him as he licked his lips slowly clean. "Mmmhmm... felt like you rather enjoyed that."
Blushing brightly once more, Jenayre could only nod. Vac laughed as he nuzzled gently in against his friend's side, murring quietly. "Good, I am glad to hear it."
Jenayre cocked his head, still blushing as his panting slowly faded. He reached out slowly, paw trembling a little as he stroked gently over Vac's side. "Do you... I mean, do you need to..."
Vac only chuckled as he shrugged, pressing in a little tighter into Jenayre's warm side as he looked up at his friend with a wink. "I am well enough for now, but I thank you for the offer. Perhaps soon, though...
"After all, the night is yet young..."
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