Chapter 8
#9 of The Mating Season: The Years Inbetween
Chapter 8
"You will not," Hye shrilled, dragging her husband into the hut by the ear, "go running off to find Keeno!"
Yzlo straightened up and massaged his sore ear. His chest heaved. "I knew it!" he shouted, nostrils flaring. "I knew that boy was fucking around - oooo, as soon as I get my paws on him -"
Hye's pretty brown eyes grew menacing. "I said you will not!" she cried, pointing a finger up in Yzlo's face.
Yzlo looked down at his wife. Hye had always been very small, and even now, her head barely came to his chest. But despite her small stature, she looked angry enough to knock him on his tail. She told him to sit down, and he did immediately, dropping into a chair at a table under the window.
Yzlo had taken an early lunch break and had come out to the fields to see Hye . . . only to find Zalia and some girl fighting over Keeno! It was all the proof he needed to finally whip the fur off Keeno's ass. He had suffered in bitter silence for years as the girls around the village giggled and whispered about Keeno's prowess, but without catching the damn boy in the act, he had been able to do nothing but lecture and glower. Now he could whip! He looked at Hye, thinking that he was going to whip Keeno one way or another. Dammit.
Hye took a shuddering breath and calmed down, adjusting her dark green shawl. Her curly tan mane was in her eyes from their frantic run back to the village. Yzlo had attempted to go running off in search of Keeno, but Hye had caught up to him, and after lecturing him to shame in the very streets - as other wolves stood around laughing - Hye proceeded to drag her husband home by the ear.
Yzlo knew Hye couldn't keep him forever, though. His lunch break was almost over. He would return to the boys he'd been training, and he would grab Keeno and -
"You seem to forget," Hye said breathlessly, adjusting her curls, "that you and I were in the same situation once, Yzlo."
Yzlo looked at his wife sullenly. "Hye!" he said with a snort. "I was never fucking around on you --"
"We do not know the whole story!" Hye said at once and pointed a finger at her husband. "You will return and complete training for the day. And you will not say a word to Keeno. At supper tonight, we will talk to him - and give him a chance to explain!" Hye added the last part before Yzlo could open his mouth.
Yzlo tossed his paws. "What is there to explain! He's a no good pussy hunter - a custom breaker and a heartbreaker! Just like my father! Zelk was always fucking around on my mother, and now Keeno thinks he's going to do it to Kel's little daughter? I'll break his neck first!"
Hye folded her arms and smiled at Yzlo in amusement.
"What!"
"Is this about Keeno," she said, tilting her head to the side, "or Zelk?"
Yzlo looked away sheepishly. "All my life I feared Keeno would be like my no good father. All my life . . ."
Hye frowned. "Don't speak of Zelk that way! You and your father were very close. He died protecting you. Do not forget that."
Yzlo nodded heavily and pushed his mane back. He looked very distraught. Hye's brown eyes softened. She came to him and touched his mane.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"My father sacrificed himself for me," Yzlo muttered to his feet, as if he would never be able to grasp it. "Do you know what it feels like to . . ." He looked up at Hye with large eyes, eyes that begged for understanding. "We argued right before he died. Something stupid - I don't even remember. Then me and a couple other boys are on patrol in the forest . . . Dad came out there to try and make up with me, and lone wolves. . . ." Yzlo scowled. "One went after me, and Dad took the blow." He looked at Hye wretchedly. "He took the blow for me!"
Hye nodded sadly and smoothed her husband's mane. She knew what had happened. But every now and then - usually when he was drunk -- Yzlo went through the story again, as if Zelk had only died yesterday. Zelk died when Yzlo was sixteen. Yzlo's mother was never the same. It seemed to Hye that Hateya had never smiled again. There was a long time when Hye thought Yzlo would never smile again either. Perhaps that was why she tried so hard to make him laugh.
"Keeno is just like Zelk," Yzlo muttered to the floor. "I know it. He's got all my father's bad qualities . . . and all his good qualities too." Yzlo shook his head. "Keeno would die for Kilyan. I know he would."
"Oh, honey . . ." Hye sank onto Yzlo's lap.
He put his arm around her and looked at her helplessly.
"We don't know the whole story," Hye repeated, touching Yzlo's chin. "We don't know that Keeno was messing around on Zalia. Aliona believes that the two of them are in love. She was telling me so today! I believe Keeno would be devoted to her. He would be with her and only her."
"How can you know that . . ." Yzlo said, miserable and unconvinced.
Hye smiled. "Because I raised him."
Yzlo laughed. He rubbed his nose against hers, and they smiled at each other. "Still," he said, suddenly glowering, "even if Keeno is now devoted to that girl, it does not excuse the fact that they were having sex!"
"Aliona said she only suspected . . ."
"Then Aliona should open her eyes!" Yzlo cried, tossing a paw.
"Don't get worked up again . . ." Hye said when his muscles tightened.
Yzlo slammed his fist on the table, and Hye winced when the basin of dirty dishes on it jumped. "That boy --"
"Yzlo!"
"-- has got a lot to answer for! I know my son. I know they were having sex! I will let him make his excuses tonight at dinner - then I will whip. His. Ass. Until it bleeds!"
"Yzlo!" Hye cried and smoothed a paw up her husband's chest. "Calm! Honey, you're getting all tense . . ." Her eyes swept over his tight body lustily.
Yzlo didn't notice. He was glowering beyond Hye's head as he thought of whipping Keeno.
"Calm down," she whispered, kissing his neck, "and promise you won't say anything to him --"
"Hye!"
"--until tonight!"
Yzlo swallowed hard when her mouth touched his ear. Ah . . . she was doing that thing with her tongue. That thing he really liked. She straddled his lap, and her insistent mouth continued its work. Yzlo tried to resist but found himself placing his paws on her backside. He squeezed and licked his lips.
"If you think," Yzlo protested, shivering, "that you can keep my paws from that boy's neck by distracting me with - distracting me with . . ."
Hye let her shawl drop, and her breasts stood high, jutting toward him with rigid pink nipples. The white stripe cutting up her belly also swept over her breasts, making them white even while the rest of her fur was tan. She smiled into Yzlo's hungry eyes and placed his paw on her tit.
Yzlo moaned. "Oh . . . Hye, this isn't fair . . ."
Hye laughed at him. "We were going to do this anyway!"
"But I want to be angry . . ." He gulped and watched her nipple rolling as he massaged her tit. He took them both in his paws and squeezed until the nipples jutted hard.
Hye shook out her long tan curls and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Yzlo got hard at once. She rose up on her knees, and as he suckled her tit, she slowly lowered her wet pussy on his cock. Yzlo sighed as her heat and moisture enfolded him. She began to ride him carefully, and he grabbed her backside and helped her. She was so small, he had to hunch down to get her tits. He suddenly wrapped her in his arms and pulled her to his chest, sliding back in the chair.
Hye looked at her husband's tense, powerful body and kissed him. She moaned when he massaged her ass cheeks in fistfuls. He was leaning back, allowing her hips to do all the work, and she gyrated them in a slow massage on his cock. He was melting.
"Oh, Hye . . . Ye, you're so wet . . ."
Hye smiled. Her name was pronounced Hi-Yay. Yzlo sometimes affectionately called her Ye. Especially when they were having sex.
She smiled as she moved her hips on him and kissed his neck and chest. He was so handsome. And always had been. Her stern, gray Yzlo.
She remembered the night he realized that he wanted to marry her, that he wanted to claim her as wife at the mating season. He came to her home one night as she slept. He was fifteen and she was fourteen. He climbed through her window with a flower in his teeth. She remembered giggling as he dragged the flower along her flat belly to her sex. He then pried her thighs apart and ate her out with a careful skill that made her squirt. When she was lying there breathless and weak, he proposed to her . . . and she said yes. The only problem was convincing the village council to let her become an adult early.
Hye could have simply been given in marriage to Yzlo, but she wanted to go through the ritual. She wanted a mating season. She wanted to enter the forest and watch with a beating heart as Yzlo fought the other males off. She wanted to feel wanted. She wanted to feel claimed. Every female wanted to be claimed - not given away by a father or a brother!
"Ye!" Yzlo cried out, breaking Hye from her thoughts.
"What is it . . . Y-Yzlo . . . Ah! Yes . . ."
They were both panting. He was throbbing thicker, getting deeper. She closed her eyes and her lips parted in a sigh at the deep stroking of his cock. She was going to come. His cock flinched. He was too. He suddenly brought her down hard on his cock, and they both cried out as her pussy mashed on him. She came.
"A-Ahhh!"
"Shit -!" Yzlo frantically pried Hye off his cock, and his erection sprang free, spurting cum in a ribbon across the air.
They sagged in the chair together. Hye happily dropped her cheek on Yzlo's hard chest, and her heart warmed with content when her husband wrapped his strong arms around her. She snuggled against him, eyes closed and smiling as he kissed her head.
"What was it," Hye whispered after a while, "that you wanted, honey?" Her cheek was still pressed to his chest, and she smiled when the words rumbled up against her ear, "I love you."