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Chapter 11: A Kiss is Just a Kiss

When Kilyan awoke, he was on his back in the storage room again, his wrists and ankles tied to the stakes in the floor. His anus was smarting, even bleeding, he thought. And his penis lay soft against his thigh, looking so defeated. He looked groggily around, feeling very weak and tired, and he saw Keeno in the same predicament to his right and, to his shock, Tyne in the same predicament on his left. Tyne, unlike Keeno, was unconscious and blood was trailing from his temple. Kilyan felt a wave of sadness to see Tyne that way.

"They had to knock him out before he would stop fighting," Keeno whispered. "He was so pissed off that they had all fucked you like that. I mean, shit, I was pissed off too. We smacked around a few of them, and then it started raining, started storming really bad. So they threw us down here. We've been sitting in port a long while, I think. I heard some noises like they were unloading the ship, like there's a shit-load of wolves out there, like there's a crowd."

Kilyan groaned and closed his eyes.

"At least I helped Yana and Yuri escape -- but into a storm? Shit!" growled Keeno. "I am so sorry, Kilyan! I figured since Tyne was with you and we were all free, I might as well help them get away --"

"No, Keeno. This isn't your fault!"

They lay side by side, brooding, and then Kilyan startled Keeno when he smiled and said, "To think: I let Tyne fuck me for nothing."

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Was it so bad?" Keeno whispered, making a face.

"He definitely wasn't the lone wolf. He was gentle and . . . kinda sweet."

"So you like cock now?"

"Hell, no. I think I like Tyne, just not his cock in my ass. I mean, the whole time I kept trying to think of Lea or Ohana and then I'd feel his cock. . . ."

"Say no more. I know what you mean. When he fucked me the other night, I kept trying to think of Zalia but it was pretty hard. I know Zalia's a pretty tough female but she doesn't have a cock."

"She might as well," whispered Kilyan and they laughed again.

Kilyan smiled at his friend. What would he have done without Keeno there? And staring around his arm at Keeno, Kilyan suddenly knew he was thinking the same thing.

As Kilyan and Keeno were smiling gratefully at each other, several sailors entered bearing long poles. Kilyan stiffened as his ropes were untied, and then he was being bound by his wrists and ankles to one of the poles! Hanging from this pole as it was carried from the room, Kilyan saw Keeno being tied in the same manner and that Tyne, coming awake now, was being tied in this way too. And then Kilyan could see no more. He struggled to keep his head lifted as he was borne above deck. The sailors carried him across the gangway down to the dock, and Kilyan saw for the first time, the moon village.

It was a huge village. So huge it was overwhelming. And if the moon wolves wanted to, they could have captured the other villages across the sea and ruled them, they were so numerous. Kilyan could see tall wooden huts crowding the sky. The huts had two floors! Some of them three! And as he was carried up the muddy streets beneath the gloomy gray sky, he could see wolves crowding everywhere -- all of them gray or bluish-silver like Yana -- and they were pointing at these new slaves being brought in, pointing and laughing, though none of them were allowed to touch the slaves. Kilyan breathed a grateful sigh at this.

They carried through a market, then the village square, and the crowds grew thicker. Kilyan felt dizzy being carried like this. He wasn't a pig! Why couldn't he have just walked in? Where the hell would he have run to? He struggled to keep his head up, to look past the jeering faces, and he realized where he was being carried. A massive hut stood in the middle of the village, three stories tall, and on its roof was the symbol of the half-moon, turned in such a way that it could have been a pair of horns. So this was the hut of the chief and chieftess? Kilyan marveled that his own chief back home didn't have a hut even half this size!

Kilyan heard a whimper and dropped his head back to see that Tyne was being carried behind him. Their eyes met and Kilyan was warmed to see the most earnest apology in Tyne's blue eyes. So Tyne had really wanted to help him! And now they were being carried to the chieftess, carried to the hut, all three of them. Well, at least Yana and Yuri had escaped . . .

They were carried on, drawing ever closer to the hut, and Kilyan noticed a fine sprinkling of snow on the ground, though nothing quite as thick as what they had back home. They stopped at last at the curtain of the giant hut with the moon on it. There was a pause as a warrior ducked inside, then he returned with a nod. So they would have an audience right away. Kilyan groaned.

They were carried inside and laid gently on the ground. Kilyan was relieved when the pinching ropes were cut from him. He was smacked on the buttocks by a sailor and given a stream of orders in the moon language. Kilyan hadn't a clue what was being screamed at him, but he saw Tyne go down on his paws and knees and he did the same, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Keeno was hastily following suit.

There was more jibbering in the moon language, and Kilyan heard a female's lovely, mellow voice somewhere in front of him. The chieftess? He wanted to look up, to see what she looked like, and knowing that he shouldn't have, looked up slowly anyway. His heart leapt to see a female with bluish fur sitting on a wooden throne draped magnificent black furs. Her body was deliciously curvaceous and, like Yana, she had the perkiest breasts with the sharpest pink nipples. Her fur was covered in the loveliest black zigg-zagging stripes, and one of her legs was crossed over the other in such a way that her buttocks was thrust to the side as she was leaning against the armrest: Kilyan could see her pink sex. He could even smell it: a subdued smell, though hot and enticing. Her feet were so small, as were her paws. One of her paws was holding a long wooden scepter that she toyed with absently as she talked to the sailor. On the top of the scepter was the wooden symbol of the horned moon. She wore a band with a jewel around her forehead. The jewel was blue and in the shape of the horned moon as well. Her narrow face was framed by a magnificent mane of the same bluish fur, and her slanted eyes were black, almost unfeeling and cold. Kilyan was stung by how frightening those eyes were and looked down again just as she noticed he was staring. He heard her cold, tinkling laugh, and to his dismay, felt her scepter lightly tapping his chin until he realized she was telling him to look up. He did.

Kilyan froze as those cold eyes stared into his. Her sharp, angular eyebrows were drawn down in a serious frown. She was studying him as surely as he'd been caught studying her only a few moments ago. Kilyan held down a blush when she looked him up and down and then cocked an eyebrow at him. She was pleased. To his intense embarrassment, she leaned forward and started stroking his face. And then she pointed and jibbered something off in her language.

Kilyan looked where the chieftess had indicated and his heart stopped in his chest. Squatting in the shadows near the chieftess' throne was a large male wolf and he was looking directly at Kilyan. He was squatting with his muscular thighs wide apart, that great organ erect, and his paws resting on the ground between his thighs to hold him up. His tail was low and his shoulders were rounded forward, almost as if he was about to spring. It made Kilyan shiver. His fur was bluish-silver, but his eyes were a dark, mischievous brown, cloaked in thick lashes. God, he was huge. It made Kilyan think of the sorcerer Zaldon. And like Zaldon, he was handsome. Even pretty. He had the prettiest lips -- as if they should have belonged to a female. And he seemed to know it. He pursed his lips at Kilyan in a silent kiss and cocked an eyebrow.

Kilyan darted the chieftess a nervous glance. Why had she wanted him to look at this lusty wolf squatting in the corner? The chieftess laughed at his confusion and beckoned to the wolf. Oh, god. Kilyan knelt there frozen as the wolf came over -- crawling on his paws and knees in a deliberately seductive way! His mischievous brown eyes never left Kilyan for a second. Kilyan knelt there stiffly ignoring him and looked questioningly at the chieftess.

The chieftess rattled something off. She sounded sharp, commanding. And to Kilyan's dismay, she rapped Tyne sharply on the head with her scepter. Tyne winced but kept his eyes fixed on the ground as he muttered to Kilyan, "She wants Aren to welcome you. You must let him kiss you!"

Kilyan felt oddly relieved. A kiss. Was that all? He looked at the hulking wolf, who was waiting patiently, squatting nearby, his brown eyes having never left Kilyan's face. He seemed amused. Kilyan felt angry suddenly. This hulking wolf was teasing him, and he felt acutely that this Aren somehow knew Kilyan was not a tail chaser and was suffering for it even now. But he knew the chieftess was watching him closely and he remembered what Tyne had told him about yielding: his life here would be hell if he did not. So Kilyan sat back on his heels, squatting in much the same way Aren was, and he lifted his chin and closed his eyes.

Kilyan thought Aren was supposed to kiss him on the cheek, but he felt Aren's tongue force itself boldly in his mouth instead. Aren kissed Kilyan so hard that he was damn near knocked backwards, but he held his ground and tried to resist grunting angrily behind this deep kiss. The chieftess was roaring with laughter, as were the sailors and warriors standing nearby, and Kilyan realized at once that Aren was supposed to only kiss him on the cheek but had done this thing to him instead! Just to tease him! And the chieftess was so tickled by it all. She kept sighing with laughter and stroking Aren's long mane, but Aren kept his mischievous eyes fixed on Kilyan, and when no one was looking, he gave Kilyan a wink!

Kilyan had to struggle very hard not to glare at Aren. He knew doing such a thing would only get him in trouble. So he stared at the floor, thinking furiously that he must get away from this place! This place where his daily humiliation would be just another anecdote for the chieftess!

And then to Kilyan's relief, the chieftess turned her attention on Keeno, and Aren was given another quick jibbering order. So he was to kiss Keeno too? Kilyan kept his head bowed but watched out of the corner of his eye as Aren gave Keeno a very demure kiss on the cheek. Keeno looked relieved. And when Aren returned to his place beside the chieftess' throne, his mischievous brown eyes settled back on Kilyan. Kilyan's heart leapt and his eyes darted down again.

Another sharp jibbering command, and when Kilyan looked up, the chieftess was offering her little foot to him. He felt one of the sailors nudge him in the butt with his foot, and holding back his indignation, Kilyan crawled forward and quickly kissed the chieftess' foot. Keeno was made to do the same and Tyne too. The chieftess started jibbering away with the sailors again. She must've been pleased with her purchased flesh: Kilyan saw a warrior give the sailors goods in exchange for their delivered slaves and they left.

The sailors were gone! Thank god. Kilyan was tired of being nudged in the butt, screamed at in the moon tongue. Still on his paws and knees, he darted another furtive glance around the room and saw that there were several gray wolves standing around. Males. He could smell their bristly odor. Some were warriors, others seemed to be servants, but none of them were slaves or certainly they would have been squatting on the floor with Aren.

And now more jibbering commands were given and Kilyan felt his mane pulled, felt his thighs slapped. He hurried to squat back on his heels again to make this abuse stop and was relieved when this was all they wanted. Then a large gray wolf was tying his wrists in front of him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same thing happening to Keeno -- and to Tyne! Was Tyne now a slave too? Tyne looked wretched. He kept his head bowed and the servants seemed to treat him with disdain, shaking their heads at him and shoving him around roughly. Kilyan reflected that Tyne was one of their own and surely the sailors had revealed him as a traitor. Perhaps this was his punishment: serving as a plaything for the chieftess in place of the slaves he let get away. Kilyan glanced at Tyne sadly. Poor Tyne. But things couldn't be half as bad for Tyne as they were for him! At least Tyne liked having this stuff happen to him! Kilyan was still shaking off his disgust that Aren had kissed him so deeply with his tongue!

Squatting there with his wrists bound, Kilyan tried to keep his head down but watched out of the corner of his eyes as the chieftess pointed her scepter at Keeno and Tyne and jibbered something. He saw Keeno and Tyne shoved back until they were squatting against the wall like Aren. But Kilyan was left to squat before the chieftess. His heart pounded. Why him? He tried not to look up or look too alarmed when the chieftess jibbered something and Aren stood. Oh, god. What was about to happen here? More kissing and humiliation? He prayed she had not just ordered Aren to fuck him for her pleasure before all these watching eyes! But to Kilyan's relief, he was only lifted by Aren and hoisted over his massive shoulder. He felt Aren give his buttocks a secret kiss and he shuddered angrily, then Aren was carrying him out of the hut.

What was happening here? Kilyan was terrified. He was alone with Aren -- god, anyone but Aren! Aren had "I'll fuck you raw" written in his eyes. No servants or warriors followed them through the streets. They were utterly alone together. He hung limp over Aren's shoulder and shuddered angrily every time the big wolf patted his thigh -- as if he was comforting him! Hanging there with his bound wrists swinging, Kilyan had a full view of Aren's swishing tail and tight buttocks. His thighs and calves were very hard and sculpted, just like his big arms. And his bluish fur smelled so fresh and so clean and yet so wild, like the scent of things that grew in the jungles said to lie far south of this place.

Kilyan closed his eyes, as if he was trying to repel Aren. And Aren, as if he sensed this just through Kilyan's angry cringing, clapped a big paw on Kilyan's ass cheek and dragged it down in a line of fire, purposely letting his fingers graze through Kilyan's butt crack.

"If you do that again," Kilyan warned in a low voice, "I'll kill you!"

To Kilyan's rage, Aren did it again. He was shuddering violently by the time they passed inside of a hut. Aren set Kilyan on his feet and patted him lightly on the head. Kilyan only glared up at him, so Aren smiled and patted his head again, and Kilyan realized he wanted him to squat. Kilyan squatted down and took in his surroundings.

They were in a gloomy hut, just large enough that it could have belonged to any family in the summer village back home. There were ropes hanging from the beams in the ceiling, and Kilyan felt a jolt when he realized two other males were tied by the wrists to these ropes. Their wrists were pulled above their heads but the rope was long enough that their feet were on the ground and they slept standing. They didn't even wake when Aren went to a small fire and threw more wood on it. Both the bound males were dark gray, their ears flat on their heads in their slumber. Their muzzles were bound shut with rope! But Kilyan could see that the rope was slack: one had his mouth slightly open behind it. Why? Why had they been left to sleep on their feet, tethered to the ceiling like this? They were slaves, obviously. But was this only their punishment? For Kilyan could see sleeping furs spread against the wall across the room, stakes and ropes at each corner of them. Surely they didn't sleep like this all the time!

But Kilyan was distracted when he noticed Aren coming toward him with a basin under his arm and a strange contraption: what looked like a milk bladder with tubes on it. Kilyan stiffened, but he was only hoisted easily over Aren's shoulder again, and then they were passing outside. When Kilyan was set down again, he realized he was squatting near a pit. It was a pit a little too deep and wide to be a fire pit but still very shallow. What was this pit? And then he noticed Aren had set down the low basin of water he'd been carrying: a very small basin, the size of the one Kilyan's wives washed the dishes in back home. So he was to be bathed then? And in public like this? Kilyan groaned when Aren pointed toward the pit. He rose, then squatted in it. Oh, god, why must he be bathed in public and by Aren of all wolves? He could already see other wolves gathering to watch this spectacle.

But squatting there glaring at Aren, Kilyan realized that Aren wasn't even in the pit with him. He was squatting above Kilyan on the edge, smiling down at him, and then Kilyan saw him fumbling with the strange contraption that looked like a milk bladder, only it had two tubes coming out of it. Kilyan sat stiff and alert now. What the hell was about to happen here? He saw Aren place one tube in the low basin of water, and then he came toward Kilyan with the other.

"No!" Kilyan growled, but Aren bent Kilyan easily over his knee. Kilyan hung there feeling like a pup, and then he felt his ass cheeks spread and that tube was gently inserted. He gasped, his entire body shivering. What was happening here? He wanted to buck, wanted to get away, but Aren held Kilyan tightly over his knee, kneeling with Kilyan hanging there almost as if he was about to spank him. But then Kilyan noticed that the milk bladder was being pumped under Aren's foot, and now he saw the water come shooting out of the basin through the tube, down through the milk bladder, and he stiffened when he felt the icy water gushing into him!

Kilyan gave out a cry and a surge of anger went through him when Aren patted him in comfort on his head. He wanted suddenly to bite Aren's paw off. Why was he doing this to him? The icy water kept gushing as Aren pumped, filling him up, rushing inside of him, and then Aren pulled the tube loose and Kilyan understood why: his bowels emptied. His bowels were being emptied for him like he was some kind of dumb creature that didn't know how to do it alone! He shivered as the mud-colored water swirled beneath him and he felt so disgusting, so low. But then Aren carried him out of the pit, and forcing Kilyan to bend over, he started dumping the rest to the water from the basin over Kilyan, wiping him clean of the waste. And then Aren gathered the empty basin and the pump under his bulging arm, threw Kilyan over his shoulder again, and took off.

Kilyan hung limp over Aren's shoulder, unable to believe this disgusting thing had just happened to him. He kept feeling the water rushing into him, filling him up, and then that tube was snatched away and he was emptied. He shivered, and he hated Aren suddenly. Why had he done this to him! And he could see wolves watching, pointing at him and laughing as he was carried away like a female over this giant wolf's shoulder. Why the hell was Aren so damned big anyway? All the moon wolves were of regular size, but Aren was huge, and Kilyan hated the way he tossed him around like an empty sack. He felt so helpless and so damned angry. God, they had been so close to escaping on the ship!

Those angry thoughts were still flying through Kilyan's head when he realized they were back in the small hut where the slaves were tethered to the ceiling. Aren set Kilyan on his feet and patted his head again for him to squat, and Kilyan, glaring daggers at Aren, obeyed. His glaring eyes followed Aren as he moved to put the basin and the pump away, and he wished vehemently that his wrists were untied so he could punch that smile right off Aren's face. But Aren kept smiling at him! And now he moved through the quiet gloom and squatted down in front of Kilyan, balancing himself with the tips of his fingers.

They squatted facing each other, their paws holding them up. Aren leaned forward on his paws, and Kilyan stiffened as he was kissed again.

"Cut it out!" Kilyan growled, pulling his mouth away.

"You'd better get used to me kissing you," Aren said, and Kilyan was so startled his mouth fell open. He'd thought Aren, just like most of the moon wolves, did not speak his language. Aren only smiled at his shock.

"The chieftess loved it when I kissed you. I think she's going to pair us off. And you should be happy: it is a great honor for a love slave to be fucked by the personal slave of the chieftess."

Kilyan just glared at him. Did he really expect him to care! And then he stiffened again when Aren cupped his face and leaned forward.

"I said cut it out!" Kilyan snarled, growling now through his fangs. He shrugged Aren's paw away and staggered back a little but kept his balance.

Aren's eyes darted to Kilyan's unsteady feet and back to his face. Kilyan saw mischief fill Aren's eyes, and then Aren was leaning toward him again as if he would kiss him. In his haste to back away, Kilyan lost balance and fell on his back. He tried to get up, but it was difficult with his paws bound, and then Aren was squatting over him, smiling down on him, and he realized that Aren had meant for him to fall!

Aren's mischievous brown eyes smiled at Kilyan's heaving chest. And Kilyan, trapped under the wild aroma of Aren's cock and balls as the big wolf squatted over him, could only glower helplessly as his face was prodded and examined. Aren touched a gentle finger to Kilyan's lips, and Kilyan couldn't believe the reverence, the awe in those brown eyes! He was touching Kilyan as if he'd never seen a male like him before, as if he was amazed. He caressed his thumbs under Kilyan's eyes and took a sharp breath as he stared into them, then his paw smoothed down to cup Kilyan's face, and he just stared at it for a moment in silent wonder. His paw traveled next to the flexing muscles in Kilyan's throat and down to his chest. Kilyan grunted angrily when his nipple was tweaked.

Aren shook his head in awe. "Beautiful. We never get slaves like you from across the sea. Black wolves are rare. I bet that idiot Tyne is pining for you about now. They told us he was trying to keep you to himself, the sailors." Aren made a tisking noise and shook his head again.

"Get off me," Kilyan whispered angrily.

"No."

"Get off me --!"

"Or what?" Aren smiled.

Kilyan fell silent, his chest heaving. Aren was right, of course. What the hell was he going to do? Aren was huge and he was trapped under him and there was nothing else for it. Oh, why had he been foolish enough to let Aren trick him into falling over?

"You'd better not raise your voice anymore. You see them?" Aren jerked his head at the wolves who were tethered to the ceiling and sleeping on their feet. "They insisted on talking back and now their mouths are bound. They used to be warriors but they disgraced themselves, and now the chieftess keeps them as love slaves."

"Do you fuck them too?" Kilyan asked sarcastically.

Aren laughed, the brown eyes firing, and Kilyan realized that Aren only seemed to like him more for his sarcasm.

"Only if I'm told to," Aren whispered, touching a finger to Kilyan's lips.

Kilyan jerked his head away. "Why do you keep touching me!"

"Because you're gorgeous. Don't you know that? But not only that: you're gorgeous and you're helpless. The chieftess ordered me to groom you and I will as soon as you settle down. But if it suits me, I'll tease you a little too. I can tell you utterly hate my kisses. It's cute."

Kilyan felt himself blushing angrily.

"No one here is going to harm you. Stop being so angry. Or keep being angry. You're gorgeous either way."

"Wouldn't you be angry if you had been taken away from everything that meant anything to you?" Kilyan demanded, his chest heaving all over again.

"I was angry like you," Aren whispered, "for a long time. I was abducted from my village when I was on the verge of my first mating season. I'm from the autumn village just west of here. They brought me here because they said I was beautiful, wanted me to be the personal slave of the chieftess."

Kilyan stared up into Aren's bitter brown eyes in amazement.

"So if anyone knows what you're going through . . . I do," Aren whispered and touched an affectionate finger to Kilyan's lips.

"I'm not a tail chaser," Kilyan said, jerking his lips away. But his voice was devoid of anger now. He had spoken as casually as if he'd remarked on the weather.

Aren smiled. "I know. I can always tell who is and who isn't. Your cute little friend likes pussy too. He was so relieved when I only kissed him on the cheek." Aren laughed to himself. "And when I kissed you on the mouth and you blushed like that -- it was the cutest thing. You're cute when you blush. That's why everyone laughed. And I knew making you blush would please my lady, the chieftess. She's been searching for a bashful slave to pair me with for a long time. As you can see, I'm anything but bashful."

Aren cupped Kilyan's face again, but Kilyan barely noticed when he asked, "Why didn't you ever try escaping here? Surely you're my age! Surely you've been here for years!"

Aren didn't answer. His ears pricked forward and he glanced at the sky, which was growing rosy in the dusk. He looked down at Kilyan again. "So are you going to let me groom you without a struggle? Or should I sit on you a while longer?"

"I won't struggle," Kilyan answered quietly.

Aren grinned. "Good."

Kilyan was relieved when Aren backed off of him. Aren took him by his arms and helped him awkwardly to his feet. Then Kilyan was made to squat near the fire and he watched as Aren smoothed a runny paste from a bowl onto a mane brush.

"You're already pretty clean," Aren observed, brushing Kilyan's fur so vigorously now that Kilyan felt himself blushing. "So I'll just brush you now."

Aren brushed Kilyan's tail, his buttocks, his chest and his thighs with hard, fast strokes, and Kilyan, closing his eyes against this unwanted pleasure, was horrified to feel his cock getting hard. Aren chuckled at this.

"I don't have to wake you then. Has Tyne told you you're always supposed to be at attention?"

"Yes . . ." muttered Kilyan miserably.

Aren was kneeling behind Kilyan and brushing his mane now, but somehow, Kilyan knew he was smiling when he answered, "Good."

"Aren?" Kilyan asked tentatively.

"Hmm?"

Kilyan saw Aren come around to face him. He squatted in front of Kilyan, his lips pulled in, his eyebrows raised, but the brown eyes were twinkling with mischief. Kilyan was almost reminded of Loryn except Loryn had never looked at him with such blatant hunger.

"What's going to happen to me? What's happening to Keeno and Tyne right now?"

"I'll tell you if you let me kiss you again."

Kilyan ground his teeth, and Aren laughed and went back to brushing him with hard, fast strokes. He brushed Kilyan's chest and his arms again, all the while darting glances at Kilyan's obvious inner struggle, his brown eyes twinkling with his amusement.

It was just one stupid kiss. And he wouldn't have to be afraid anymore of what was about to happen to him if he just let Aren kiss him. He knew Aren was watching him think this over and the amused brown eyes annoyed him. But it was just a kiss . . . right? Kilyan sighed, not knowing that Aren had made his long black mane into a dark shadow around his shoulders with his brushing.

"All right . . ." Kilyan whispered miserably. "You can kiss me. . . ."

Aren laughed at the dismal note in Kilyan's voice as he squatted in front of him again. "Don't look so down. A kiss is just a kiss. Would it really be so terrible if I kissed you?"

Kilyan looked up into Aren's twinkling brown eyes and realized that it wouldn't be so bad. It was certainly better than being kissed by one of those dirty, smelly sailors back on the ship -- and they hadn't even been good kissers. They had slobbered all over his face while they were raping him. Just remembering almost made Kilyan shiver angrily. But at least Aren was clean and he smelled good and he was handsome too. If Kilyan had to be kissed by a male (oh, god . . .) then at least let it be a clean, handsome male who knew how to kiss. But clean or dirty, it was still a male! Kilyan sighed, defeated. Why couldn't Aren just be a female slave? He thought of Lea and Ohana and wished desperately that he was at home with them.

"No, I guess not," Kilyan muttered.

Aren smiled and cupped Kilyan's face again. Kilyan grew very still as Aren leaned forward, and then he was being kissed on the lips. Aren's lips pulled at Kilyan's steadily, hungrily. Kilyan heard Aren groan and Aren's tongue parted his lips, pushed inside his mouth. Kilyan felt his mouth opened wider as Aren's tongue moved deeply, fervently against his own. Damn him. He always knew just how to make Kilyan paralyzed with his tongue, with the force, the urgency of it. Kilyan's head tilted one way even as Aren's tilted the other, and they moved their tongues against each other, moaning. It was a good kiss, a delicious kiss, and Kilyan realized with horror that he was yielding to it. He felt himself leaning into the kiss now, felt his cock throbbing harder, and suddenly alarmed, he pulled away. His chest was heaving and he knew he was blushing and that Aren was probably smiling at him.

"Don't look so ashamed for liking it," said Aren softly. "A kiss is just a kiss. This doesn't make you tail chaser." Aren snorted as he squatted behind Kilyan again and started brushing his back fur now, making long strokes from Kilyan's mane to his buttocks. "Hardly. I bet if I fucked you in the ass right now you'd start crying. So stop beating yourself up for liking it. It's not your fault I have a tantalizing tongue."

Kilyan closed his eyes against these words and knew his cheeks were just burning with shame. But he hadn't been thinking of Aren when he kissed him. He hadn't been thinking of anyone. Just the pleasure. Maybe a kiss was just a kiss . . .

Kilyan squatted hunched over, still trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed dismally as Aren brushed his mane and his back with affectionate brown eyes he could not see.

"Your friends are probably enjoying supper in the front room of my lady's hut while she takes audiences. After I finish grooming you, I'll groom Keeno next and then probably Tyne. You will go back to the chieftess and take supper, and then . . . well, if she wants you tonight, we're going to play."

Kilyan groaned.

Aren laughed softly. "I know this is probably going to be torture for you since you're not a tail chaser and all, but just do what you're told and she won't force me to punish you."

Kilyan felt Aren lean close. He brushed Kilyan's mane aside and whispered in his ear, "And I promise I'll be gentle."

Kilyan didn't know why, but he took some small comfort from those whispered words. After being raped so brutally by the sailors, he was grateful to hear that nothing like that was about to happen to him again. He had imagined with growing dread that he would be pounded brutally by any number of males for the chieftess' enjoyment. But hearing that he would be fucked gently, he knew it was something he could endure until he escaped. If he was fucked gently, he could somehow let his mind drift to another place -- somehow. But if it was brutally, he would have no choice but to face what was happening to him, to face that soul shattering pain. He felt himself shivering just at the thought of being raped so wildly again, and when Aren had set the mane brush aside and helped Kilyan to stand, he grabbed Aren's arm before he could be lifted over his shoulder and whispered in a trembling voice, "Thank you!"

Aren was startled, but he smiled. "Of course. After all, a kiss is just a kiss. But a fuck is never just a fuck. At least not with you."

They smiled at each other, and Kilyan felt his heart soften to Aren as he was hoisted over his shoulder and carried away.