The Pride - Chapter 8
#9 of The Pride
Here you are my story featuring my fursona and a family of lions, the Prides. From left to right let me introduce you to Sara, Louise, Henry and Michael and the two youngest, the twins Elisa and Lisa.
I wrote this story to get back into writing after nearly a year with out any serious attempt at wirting, after I had gotten through a rough patch in both my working and personal life.
Unlike most of my stories I don't have it planned out or even where I want to take it and as of yet is still uncompleted. One day I think I'll come back and complete it but for now enjoy what I have written so far.
This is the final chapter that I have written of The Pride, so if you're wanting more I'm afraid you'r going to have a fairly long wait for the next installment. Regardless of that I hope you have actually enjoyed this story.
"I know this isn't an easy decision to make." Henry sighed, it was obvious to Malakye that it hadn't been an easy thing for him to ask. He was inviting him, a stranger to not only join his family but was giving his blessing to the relationship between him and his son but also asking him to have sex with his daughter. "I know that my request makes it awkward between you and Michael... so I'd like to talk to him about it myself. Could you please go and tell him I want to speak to him? Please don't mention anything about the agreement, I want to make sure he understands what I'm asking of you."
"O-okay." Malakye agreed, standing up and walking to the office door. His legs felt like jelly, the whole situation was confusing and he didn't know what to think of it. So lost in his thoughts he was standing outside Michael's bedroom door before he realised it.
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Malakye could hear music playing on the other side of the door, he hesitated to knock, he wasn't sure if he could speak to Michael knowing what Henry had just asked him. His mind wandered to his relationship between himself and Michael. He felt strongly for Michael, but was his feelings more than the thrill of sex or was there something more there? He had worn lingerie for him for goodness sake! He had never done anything like that for anyone before. If there was something there between them, could it survive Henry's request? Could their relationship survive when he was basically employed to fuck his lovers sister? The bedroom door opened and Michael smiled when he saw it was Malakye. Malakye was like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, unable to speak.
"Hi." Michael grinned. "I thought I heard someone out here."
"Hi..." Malakye replied.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked with a worried tone, his ears going back in concern.
"Y-our..." Malakye paused. "Y-our f-f... H-enry w-ants to see y-you."
"What about?" Malakye lowered his head, he had promised not to tell. "Did he say something to you, about... us?" That was partially true so Malakye just nodded. "Okay, I'll go see him. You can wait in my room." He pecked Malakye on the nose and headed downstairs.
Malakye felt himself blush and watched as Michael disappeared down the stairs. He knew it know, Michael had become more than just a friend or someone to have sex with and he knew Michael felt the same way from that kiss. It had been nothing more than a peck but it conveyed the way Michael had felt about him, and that was something that Malakye wanted to keep. He wanted to show him that he felt the same way, but how? That's when it hit him, the perfect thank you he could give him. Malakye entered Michael's room and went straight for the wardrobe, quickly finding the box he was looking for. He pulled out the red lingerie and quickly slipped it on, once again loving the way it felt against his scales, the sensation and how taboo the act felt made the whole thing highly erotic. Malakye felt himself getting hard but ignored it, quickly slipping back into his clothes before hiding the box back in its spot at the back of the wardrobe.
Time passed slowly for Malakye as he sat on the end of Michael's bed, waiting for him to return from his talk with his father. Malakye felt himself getting more anxious as time went on, worrying about how Michael would react to Henry's request of him, each second seemed like an hour as Malakye sat in the silent room with his thoughts. Shaking his head Malakye tried to distract himself, it would do him no good worrying about things now, he hadn't agreed to anything yet and there was the chance that everything would play out fine. Michael's room was messy, but in an organised way. The desk that sat against the wall was layered in school books and some magazines. A weight set sat in the corner furthest away from the door. The room was cluttered, not messy, filled with everything that Michael felt was important to him. The posters of various pro footballers and bands adorned the walls. Malakye had no idea who any of them were but he did think that they fit with Michael in some way, like pieces of a puzzle. The biggest thing that stood out in the room to Malakye was the scent, completely Michael. He smelt so much like his father, it would be easy to confuse their scents for each others, the scent made him feel safe. He associated Henry's scent with safety and protection, Henry had taken him into his home and cared for him. Henry could have dropped him off at a hospital and wash his hands of the whole thing, but he didn't, he had gone out of his way to respect Malakye's wishes to not be taken to the hospital and took him it his home. Michael's scent gave him the same feeling but after spending so much time with Michael, Malakye could now tell the difference between them and now associated new feelings to Michael's scent
The door to the room opened and Malakye immediately rose to his foot paws, Michael was back, and he didn't look happy, but he didn't look angry either. Michael paused to look at Malakye before moving to the chair at his desk and slumped into it, the chair squeaked as it adjusted to Michael's weight and he began to spin back and forth in the chair as he stared at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought. Not wanting to disturb him Malakye sat back down on the bed and waited. The silence was deafening, the occasional squeak from the chair Michael sat in was the only noise in the room.
"I spoke to my dad." Michael said aloud still staring at the ceiling. That much was obvious to Malakye but Michael was using the statement to break the awkward silence. "He explained the whole situation. About the deal, about your Uncle..." Michael's head rolled to the side so he was now looking at Malakye who was sitting nervously on the end of the bed, staring at his knees and trying to stop himself from digging his talons into the bedsheets in his nervousness. "It's a lot to take in."
"Y-yea-h." Malakye nodded.
"What do you think? Do you want to take the offer?" The question was a difficult one, there were so many things that Malakye wanted, but he knew what he didn't want.
"I w-want t-to s-tay h-here..." He mumbled looking up from his knees to look Michael in the eye. "w-with y-ou."
There was a long silence again, Malakye's statement hung in the air and the whole situation was very stressful on the dragolf. He was on the verge of tears as he awaited Michael's response. Michael just stared at Malakye, his expression stoic and not betraying his thoughts which only made it more stressful for Malakye.
"Really?" The sound of Michael's voice brought relief to Malakye, he nodded in response. "Is that the only reason?"
"It's t-the m-main o-one." Malakye felt a tear roll down his muzzle, he was crying now, he couldn't remember the last time he had cried. The smile that crept onto Michael's muzzle was the most beautiful sight that Malakye had ever seen. In an instant Michael had flung himself across the room and tackled Malakye into the bed, his arms wrapped round him in the tightest of hugs.