Slightly AFTER Thanksgiving Special!
#4 of Lystronia Chronicles
Lystronia Thanksgiving Special~
Yeah. :3 I figured the series needed a bit more of mindless smut. So, here's a spinoff. With a few, small Thanksgiving overtones. Sorta. X3 I think I'll be doing this for every holiday. Maybe. Depends on the feedback. So, if you liked it, tell me! Oh, and, just so you guys know, this has absolutely nothing to do with the main story of Lystronia! The next chapter in the series will be up when I get it done~
The castle was.... Quiet. The King and Queen were off to another kingdom, to prevent war, and the maids and servants had been given the day off. It felt like Xavyr and Marilen were the only ones in the huge castle... And one could only guess what Marilen wanted to do on a day such as this.
"Xavyrrrrrrr! I'm hungry!" The cat whined, tugging on the back of Xavyr's shirt."You have cooks, you know. They probably cooked something... Why not just go down there and ask them for food?" The bigger male asked, sighing, and looking back. "Cause I want you to come with meeeeeee." Marilen said, pouting once Xavyr was looking.
Xavyr groaned, but turned, swooping Marilen up in his arms easily. Before a word could be said, he left their room, heading down to the cafeteria of the castle.
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After having placed a request for food (as the cooks weren't expecting to cook today, so they hadn't started), Xavyr had carried Marilen down to a large study, sitting in a couch. The study was lit partially by the light coming in from a few small, stained glass windows placed high above, spreading a rainbow of colors across the room. But the main light of the room was the roaring fire, seated in a big and ornate fireplace, fitted with pewter gates and silver linings.
In the back of the study, the wall consisted of a large bookshelf, filled about halfway with randomly large or small volumes of text and paper. The right wall held a large, very detailed picture of the King, hunched over a desk, a pen in one paw, a book in the other. Across his lap laid a curled up white cub of a cat, deep in contented sleep, dressed in a soft pink dress.
The left wall was occupied by two equally large burgundy couches, a few lamps, a not-a-cub cat, and one black wolf. Today, the cat wore nothing more than his nightgown, a silky, blue piece of cloth that almost felt like water, if you went over it the right way. He didn't even have on a pair of undergarments, under that.
Xavyr himself was dressed in more laid back clothing than normal as well... Just not as laid back as Marilen's. He looked presentable to most higher-class people with his right black, button-up shirt, and his pair of matching black pants. Not to mention the large sword strapped to his hip.
Marilen was laying ontop of Xavyr, his small body resting easily on the wolf. Xavyr had both of his thick arms wrapped around Marilen, lazily, simply holding the cat close for comfort and extra warmth. Were you yourself in the room, even as far as you could get from the pair, you would still have been able to make out the purring sound, coming from the only place it could in the room: from a very happy cat.
Marilen was softly rubbing his head against the muscle of Xavyr's chest, and, consequently, the shirt infront of it. Xavyr himself was playing with Marilen's hair, twirling bits of it around his fingers, and making little curls, before letting that strand of silvery hair fall back down, and grabbing a new one.
But, of course, Marilen wouldn't stay like this forever. No, he was much too impatient for that! The cat smirked, as he decided what to do... The cat's paws started slowly rubbing at the sides of Xavyr's hip, staying there for a moment, before moving inwards, drifting over the thighs, and stopping over Xavyr's crotch, there they started to grab and rub, quickly getting a squirm from the black beast.
"M-Marilen... Now? Especially in her..." He was cut off suddenly, by an off-white muzzle, and a lick kiss across his lips. Xavyr sighed, a little, but chuckled, lifting Marilen up with one hand while he unbuckled his pants with the other.
Marilen mewled, but not from being lifted into the air, "I wanted to do that...!" He said, arms reaching down to help tug the fabric off. Once Xavyr had properly kicked the clothing off, he let Marilen fall back onto him with a lusty growl, thrusting up when the cat's gown hit his sheath.
Xavyr didn't waste a moment in grabbing the bottom of the gown, and lifting it up, taking it completely off of the cat, and revealing that small one's pinkish erection. And with that, Marilen took over, sliding his body down until his muzzle hung over Xavyr's thick sheathe, and hardening cock. Marilen nuzzled the sheathe, his head moving down until his nose was brushing and rubbing the balls.
He licked, his tongue causing the softer skin beneath the fur, to bunch up a bit. He was soon licking all over, swathing the heavy set of balls with his tongue and spittle, eliciting a soft groan from the wolf. Marilen soon moved up, licking up the small, bunched remainder of the sheathe, until his tongue hit the smooth, yet veined flesh of the cock.
He "Mmm"ed, curling his tongue around the base, pushing it into the sheath to get at the growing knot within. He trailed his way up, then, leaving the hot recesses of the sheathe, and moving on up, his tongue never once leaving the cock.
Underneath him, Xavyr shivered in pleasure from the treatment he was receiving, moaning softly once Marilen reached the tip of his cock, and started to suck softly, and soon getting a small bit of pre as a reward.
Marilen took more and more into his maw, soon having about half of Xavyr's length. The cat closed his eyes, as he started licking and sucking, running his slightly rough tongue over every bit of cock that he could. Xavyr moaned again, his hands moving onto Marilen's shoulders, gripping them softly, but tensely.
The cat took the touch as an invitation, starting to move even further down, to where the cock started pressing against the back of his throat. He swallowed once, twice, and then went on for more, his muzzle pressing into the fur surrounding Xavyr's sheathe. He sucked, and moved his head from side to side, swallowing occasionally just to earn another moan.
And then he was lifted the cock sliding easily out of his throat, and mouth, just as easily as it had gone in. He mewled in want, but was soon silenced, as Xavyr switched them both, setting Marilen on the couch, and getting on his knees, immediately pushing his cock against the cat's red rear entrance.
The wolf growled loudly, as he pushed in, the cat's warm, inner depths quickly soothing the need his cock had had growing. He sunk himself in fully, holding the position there for a good minute. His large paw traced it's way over Marilen's lower body, making the cat both blush and moan, as the thick, soft pads pressed down onto his throbbing erection.
Xavyr pulled out slowly, and thrusted back in quickly, only to repeat it. Slowly out, and forcefully in... A nice mix of both fast and slow, of instant gratification, and slow pleasuring. He kept on, pushing in and out, but soon his rhythm faltered, as he started speeding up more and more with his thrusts. His paw left Marilen's cock, and instead pushed into the couch cushion, as he started going as hard as he could, rutting in and out of Marilen as fast as he could. Vaguely, he heard the cat mewl, and he felt something warm splash against his arm and chest, but it didn't distract him for a moment. With a last thrust, Xavyr barked, and pushed his knot it, tying himself with his cat, as his orgasm hit, filling Marilen with warmth and probably fertile seed, that would never get a chance to make a child.
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While cuddling on the couch happily, the couple heard the distinctive bell that the cooks rang, once dinner was ready. It was a low, drawn out sound, followed by a sharper clang, done twice. It was almost like a code.
Xavyr grabbed the snuggling cat's nightgown, and put it on the smaller male, before setting him aside to get his own clothes. Xavyr picked Marilen up once more, carrying him over to the dining room, where a small feast awaited them.
On one silvery platter, there laid several large, thick pieces of corn, all of them steaming slightly. Each was covered thickly in melted butter, and was perfectly cooked, looking like they had just the right amount of firmness and juiciness. Next to it, there was a large bowl of melted chocolate, also steaming. It reflected the walls of the room perfectly. Next to it sat another platter full of fresh strawberries, glistening from the washing they received only minutes ago. In the middle of the table was seated a large fowl, presumably turkey. It's skin was a perfect golden brown, with flakes of seasoning and a slight hint of the smell of stuffing.
There was a basket filled with various fruits and vegetables to the side, proudly showing off ripe plant products. Xavyr walked around to one side, as Marilen when to the other. The big wolf's gaze was centered directly on the bowl of hot chocolate, and it became even more obvious, to Marilen, that Xavyr loved chocolate by the minute. Soon, they both grabbed a few light things. An apple and a cucumber for Xavyr, and a carrot for Marilen.
Both of them ate slowly. Xavyr was drooling, not wanting to wait for dessert at all, while Marilen just simply watched.... And thought. Soon enough, he had the perfect plan, to get just what he wanted.
Xavyr swallowed the last bit of edible flesh off of his apple, and set it down, already done with the cucumber. "I'll be right back," He sighed, standing. "I gotta use the bathroom." He said. And Marilen nodded, making a sharp crack, as he bit off a piece of the carrot. Xavyr left the room, and Marilen swished his tail happily.
Once the wolf was safely away, Marilen stripped off his nightgown, climbing onto the table. His cock was already starting to get hard, as he grabbed an apple, and got above the turkey on the platter, his light body pressing against the warm meat happily. He reached around, and grabbed the ladle sticking into the bowl of chocolate, filling, and lifting it up. He maneuvered it over his butt, and prepared himself, before turning the ladle. The first glop of warm, warm chocolate hit the base of his tail, and tricked down around it, making him shiver slightly. He poured more and more, until the ladle was empty, before refilling the piece of metal, and starting again. He moaned this time, feeling the chocolate run over all his soft spots.
He did it twice more, so that he was thoroughly coated, before reaching back, and rubbing it deep into his fur, making it spike up. He did that for a moment, before getting a new idea... He squirmed off the turkey for a moment, sticking his butt into the air even more. He grabbed the ladle by the little bowl, filled it, and lifted it up. With his free hand, he put a finger inside his hole, and stretched it open. He smiled, and tipped the ladle, moaning louder, as he felt the liquid chocolate pour deep into him. Sure, a bit trickled over, and continued down his legs, but most of it went straight inside him, warming him up immensely.
And then he heard the clacking of claws in the distance, and recognized them as Xavyr's. Marilen hopped up, righting himself on the turkey. He grabbed the apple, and put it in his mouth, biting down so that it would stay, He spread his legs wide towards the door, showing off his chocolate butt. His tail soared high into the air, still dripping. He put on his best "Fuck me now, Wolfie" look on his face, and looked back to the door, waiting.
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Xavyr walked slowly down the hall, a touch confused. He could have sworn that he heard someone moan, just a few seconds ago. It had to have been one of the servants... Or two. Whatever, it didn't really matter. He just wanted his chocolate...
He was staring at the floor, as he walked. Soon, he rounded the corner into the dining room, and looked up... He froze. But his cock didn't and it made that apparently, stretching the fabric of his pants.
He was speechless... Marilen was on the table, staring back at him with the sexiest look he'd ever seen on the cat. Marilen was steaming... Literally. Hot chocolate covered the usually white fur, matting it down, and adding an almost spotted texture to it... The cat's tail hung above, slowly dripping hot, warm chocolate. Suddenly, Xavyr was panting, and hard.
He started walking over, not even going to ask anything about the situation at all. He first took off his shirt and sword, the shirt hitting a nearby chair, and the sword falling to the ground with a clatter. Xavyr hopped up onto the table, grabbing Marilen's ass between his hands. His muzzle moved in licking at the outer most spot of chocolate. He nipped at the spot, drawing a glob of chocolate from the fur, before moving in, attacking the inside parts of the soft rump with is tongue.
Marilen gasped, and giggled, swishing his tail slightly, sprinkling the wolf below him with chocolate. "Oh!" He gasped suddenly, as Xavyr's tongue suddenly entered his butt, for a moment, before returning to cleaning the outside. The cat shivered in excitement. He didn't quite know it, but his cock was adding a seasoning of its own to the turkey pressing against it. He bit down deeper into the apple, as Xavyr's tongue wandered its way back to his pucker. Everything down there felt so warm, and wonderful!
And then Xavyr's tongue wormed its way into his butt completely, going in as far as it could, and starting to lap up the chocolate inside of him. The apple hit the table with a thunk, as he moaned, clenching down tightly on the tongue, which squirmed with all the more vigor.
Xavyr himself was having the time of his life. His cock felt as if it was about to rip its way free from his pants, as he licked and cleaned the insides of his lover, the sweet, creamy tasted of chocolate filling his mouth perfectly. His tail wagged, swishing through the air at a pace that he would have previously thought impossible. But soon he found less and less chocolate... He pulled his tongue out, scooting up a bit before removing his pants, and tossing them to the side, revealing his leaking member... Damn, with all that pre, one would think that it could have been water, coming from a spout!
He laid his belly against Marilen's back, and felt the warm, wet tail wrap around him. Without bothering to find Marilen's entrance, he thrusted forward... He entered something hot enough to make him whine, and bite down a bit, on Marilen's shoulder.
It was all squishy... And hot, but it felt amazing. He immediately knew that it wasn't Marilen, but he didn't really care, with how tight it was. He pulled out, and thrusted back in.
Marilen meeped, when the turkey under his moved from Xavyr's hump... But then he giggled, grasping the turkey from with his hands. "Found your nice, big cock a new home, Xavyr?" He asked, rubbing his butt against the wolf's lower abs. Xavyr returned to semi consciousness, growling playfully. It only took him a second to get up a little, and grab a nearby piece of corn. He rubbed it in the puddle of butter for a moment, before returning to Marilen (and the turkey). He put the corn at Marilen's butt, and pushed it in, watching it slide in easily. The cat squirmed, gasping, but moaning. "It-it's hot!" He said. But Xavyr just laughed, and pulled the vegetable out, before forcing it back in. His free paw grabbed the turkey, to hold it still, as he started humping it. He kept on thrusting the piece of corn in and out of his mate.
Marilen was more or less collapsed against the turkey, his claws scratching furrows into the meat. The corn inside him was bigger than Xavyr's know, and was so hot... He was full to bursting, and he loved every second of it. The turkey rubbing against his cock only made the pleasure all the better, and he knew that he was flying towards orgasm.
But no, Xavyr was the first this time. The chocolate and warm turkey-butt had proved too much for him. He shoved his knot in, and bit down on Marilen's shoulder again, as he added his mix to the stuffing. With the orgasm, came the unintentionally deep thrusting of the corn into Marilen...
The ribbed-like texture made Marilen moan once more, before he came, adding to the taste of the now well-used turkey. Xavyr tugged himself out of the fowl, and took the cob of corn out of his mate, tossing it to the side, before playfully grabbing the wet tail in his mouth, play growling, and tugging. Marilen giggled once more... "What do you suppose the cooks will make of this?" He asked. "Oh... I think that they'll know that a certain naughty cat just teased his mate too much."