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Chapter 4: I Belong to You

Yuri sat in the grazing fields behind the village, listening contently to Enya's hilarious impersonation of Zane while Mora and Nyssa giggled. But she wasn't really listening. All she could think about was the night before in Enya's bed. She had entered Enya's room with her, and it seemed the moment she crossed the threshold, Enya kissed her wildly and hungrily, and then proceeded to pull her down on the bed. They caressed each other and sucked each other's breasts and held each other the night through, their tails lazily winding together. Enya had whispered in Yuri's ear that they belonged to each other and to never let another wolf kiss her lips. Yuri had vowed not to, and they had spent the night passing their tongues into each other's mouths.

When Yuri awoke in the morning, her heart was swelling with happiness. Her head was on Enya's breasts and Enya's arm was around her. She glanced up at her lover -- this slender, beautiful creature who had loved her since they were pups -- and she thought to herself if she could just have a life with Enya, if she could wake up every morning in Enya's arms, she would be the happiest wolf in the world. But was that even possible? It troubled Yuri. And she sat there with a little frown as the morning sunlight slanted across the fields, making the tips of the green grass shine.

". . . so I whacked Zane in the tail with the fish," Enya was saying, her eyes alight with her story, "and he fell into the ashes. He was so filthy his mother mistook him for Roan, and until Roan showed up, she and Aunty Lea couldn't stop going on about how big and burly 'Roan' had gotten!"

Mora and Nyssa giggled wildly, waving their identical paws. They looked at Enya with shining eyes, and Yuri could tell they really admired her daring. Yuri sighed. She couldn't help but admire Enya's energy too. There was no one she admired more.

"Enya!!!!!"

Zalia's voice echoed across the fields, and Enya winced, then rolled her eyes.

"You're not out here to gossip with your friends!" Zalia bellowed.

Yuri watched in amusement as Enya mouthed her mother's words, even as she was saying them. Then she rose from the little group seated in the grass, but before she left, she kissed Yuri on the cheek.

Yuri kept her eyes on the grass when Enya had gone and knew her cheeks her burning hot, that Mora and Nyssa were staring at her.

"What was that about?"

Yuri looked up. Mora was staring at her with large, blank brown eyes. Nyssa was doing much the same. Feeling intensely uncomfortable, Yuri muttered something about having to relieve herself and hurried off to the woods on the edge of the fields, knowing that Mora and Nyssa's perplexed stares were following her.

Yuri went to the edge of the woods and squatted down in the shadows, pretending to pee. Her moons had ended the day before and she was free of her moon panties. She squatted there with her thighs wide apart and bowed her head, her mane falling in a silvery veil around her so the girls could not glimpse her face from a distance. She was worried. Enya was getting too bold -- kissing her in front of Mora and Nyssa like that! What if they got in trouble? She would have to talk to Enya.

After waiting a reasonable length of time, Yuri stood -- and let out a cry when a pair of arms snatched her into the trees. She was lifted up off her feet and a great paw clamped down over her mouth. She kicked and struggled and was infuriated when she heard her abductor laugh.

"Let me down!" Yuri screamed in a muffled voice behind the paw, and to her surprise, he did.

Yuri turned to find herself alone with Zane. His body was so big and rippling with muscles, and his bristly fur had been so rough against her own. A part of her had liked his rough handling, but a part of her had not. That part of her made her put her paws on her hips and glower.

"What do you think you are doing?" Yuri demanded.

Zane only laughed again. "You're so adorable when you're angry." He made a move toward Yuri, but she backed away, feeling so small and thin in his shadow suddenly. Zane was a huge wolf, after all, and after ten years of rapidly growing, his paw was big enough to swallow her breast.

"What do you want?" Yuri demanded, batting Zane's paw away when he pinched a strand of her mane.

"Your thighs," Zane whispered, drawing close, "wrapped around me!" He backed Yuri into a tree and his big paw clamped over her breast, squeezing and massaging it until the nipple jutted.

Yuri let out a shrill moan. Zane's big paw felt good. She had never expected it to feel so good! And the heat of him excited her. But she shoved his paw off and ducked under his arm as he was leaning in for a kiss.

"Oh, come on, Yuri," Zane said, going after her as she hurried away. He leaned his arm against a tree, blocking her path, and she had a clear view of his flexing muscles, of his great cock and how hard it was growing for her. "I know you're scared. You've probably never been with a male like me before. I'm big. Really big. But, Yuri, I promise I'll be gentle!"

Zane sounded so earnest and his eyes were so affectionate that Yuri paused, not wanting to hurt his feelings. How could she tell him that she didn't want him? She couldn't tell him that she loved Enya. That was out of the question. She didn't have a clue where to begin and just stood here looking nervous.

"And if it hurts," went on Zane, thinking that Yuri was only nervous about mating with him, "I'll go slow. Yuri . . ." He touched her chin and whispered, "All I want to do is love you. Will you let me?"

"Oh, Zane," Yuri said miserably. His eyes were shining with love. She couldn't stand it.

"Yuri," Zane whispered, leaning even closer, "let's play hide and seek."

Yuri flushed, remembering those times when they were little: Zane had once told Yuri they were going to play a game called hide and seek, and Yuri had naively followed him behind a chair where he pulled her close and thrust his tongue in her mouth. Yuri had shoved him off and told Enya, who had then proceeded to torment Zane with pinches to no end. But Yuri could not deny that she had liked Zane's big tongue in her mouth: Zane's bold kiss had inspired her to kiss Enya in such a way, with a deep and hungry thrusting of the tongue that instantly made Enya shiver and ask, "Where'd you learn that?"

"Let's not," present-day Yuri said, pressing her paw to Zane's chest in a feeble attempt to push him away. She might as well have tried to shove down a brick wall. She ducked under his arm yet again and felt his paw reach after her. She flicked her tail out of his grasp, but sighed when she found herself locked in his arm from behind. Zane's big arm held her tightly around the waist, and his paw hefted her breast, as if weighing it.

"God, you have nice tits," Zane whispered in her ear. "I like how pointy they are, how soft and firm. I want to suck them, Yuri . . ." His paw squeezed until her breasts were flushed and he kissed so fervently at her neck that she felt that hot pulsing between her thighs and knew she was aroused.

"Zane!" Yuri finally wailed. But she sounded so much as she had when they were children that Zane laughed and buried his face in her neck, licking her and kissing her there until she giggled.

"Yuri, I love you!" Zane moaned, squeezing Yuri tightly in his arms. He sounded so sincere, so earnest that Yuri whimpered miserably. "Please say you love me. Say you love me and I'll care for you the rest of my life!"

There was a long pause. Zane slowly dropped his arms from Yuri's waist and turned away. Yuri glanced wretchedly over her shoulder: Zane was standing with his back to her, his head bowed. She had never seen him look so miserable. She went to his side and placed a slender paw on his shoulder, but he wouldn't look at her.

"Oh, Zane, I . . . I don't know what to say. I never dreamed you felt that way . . ."

"It's someone else, isn't it?" Zane whispered.

"No!" Yuri said at once, but she sounded so guilty that Zane's head snapped up.

"Who is it? Roan?"

Yuri stared at Zane so incredulously her pupils went small, then she burst out laughing. Zane laughed too.

"I didn't think so," Zane said, smiling. "Sometimes I get the feeling Roan is a tail chaser. But he does care about you, Yuri. And if he tries to let you know, be -- you know -- nice to him. Don't crush him. He's so much more sensitive than me."

Yuri nodded. "Of course," she said sympathetically. Both Roan and Zane loved her? Why hadn't she ever realized?

"But, Yuri," Zane went on, looking thoroughly bewildered, "who is it?"

Just then, Enya's voice called loudly through the trees, "YURI!!!!! LUNCH!!!!"

Yuri's cheeks flushed just at the sound of Enya's voice, and Zane stared at her, shocked. She couldn't even look at him. She stared in shame at her feet, her tail low behind her.

"Yuri," said Zane gently, and she felt him lay a heavy paw on her shoulder, "you know that can never be. Enya is a summer wolf. Even if she happened to like females too, unless her father gives her permission, she can't just go off and be with you. You know that, don't you?"

Yuri looked up and was touched by the tenderness in Zane's eyes: he looked truly anxious for her, as well as sympathetic.

"Yes," Yuri mumbled to her feet. "Zaldon explained it to me."

"YURI!!!!!!!"

"You better go," said Zane with a laugh. "Before Enya pops a vein."

Yuri nodded and watched Zane shoulder his spear, but she stopped him as he was turning away, and rising up on tip-toe, she kissed him on the cheek.

Zane was obviously pleased and embarrassed, but held down a blush as he said with a nervous laugh, "What was that for?"

Yuri's answer was in the tongue of the moon wolves, and though Zane didn't understand it, he understood: the tone of her voice was loving and warm.

"You're not gonna tell me what that means, are you?" said Zane, amused.

Yuri shook her head. "Nope," she said with a girlish smile and rocked up and down on her toes.

Zane nodded. "I thought so." He turned away, but catching Yuri by surprise, he turned back suddenly and snatched her to him. His tongue filled her mouth and he held her tightly in his burly arm, his big paw squeezing her buttocks and smoothing down the back of her thigh. Yuri gave a little gasp behind the kiss when she felt Zane's big fingers carefully prod between her legs, pushing their way into her wetness with a hunger entirely new to her.

"Zane!" Yuri squeaked, pulling her lips away.

Zane grinned. "I just wanted to touch you there," he confessed. "You always smelled so good and I knew it was coming from there . . ." His fingers prodded hungrily again and Yuri shivered against him. She didn't want him to stop, but they could hear Enya crashing now through the underbrush. They also heard giggling: Mora and Nyssa were with her.

"Get outta here!" Yuri hissed.

Zane kissed her quickly on the lips and disappeared. Even after he was long gone, Yuri could still feel the pleasurable caress of his fingers between her pussy lips. She was shocked at herself: she had never imagined that being with Zane could light her so thoroughly on fire. Her body tingled and she wanted more.

"Yuri!"

Enya, Mora, and Nyssa burst through the trees. Mora and Nyssa looked playfully suspicious, but Enya looked seriously so: they could smell that a male had been near.

"What have you been doing in here?" Mora teased. "Having a little tryst?"

"You'd better come back with us before Zalia thinks so and whips your hide," Nyssa added.

Enya took Yuri's paw and peered suspiciously into her face. Yuri tried to appear as if nothing at all was the matter, but she could still feel Zane's big fingers on her body and the smell of him -- she probably reeked of his fur.

Mora and Nyssa walked off through the trees, but Enya lagged behind, still eying Yuri suspiciously.

"What?" Yuri demanded nervously.

"Zane was here, wasn't he?" Enya accused. "I know his smell: he's my cousin, for god's sake. He's been around me all my life. What did he do to you? Did he touch you? You look guilty."

"I don't!" Yuri snapped, but Enya saw right through her.

When they had returned to the fields, they sat under a tree with Zalia and Aliona and had lunch. Aliona was retired and did not have to tend to the sheep anymore, but she came every other day just to help Zalia and also because she enjoyed spending time with her family. Kira was there too, looking after her goats, and Lea and Ohana had come along as well. Over lunch, Enya could not stop talking about how in love Zane was with Mora and Nyssa, and Mora and Nyssa were thrilled: the girls giggled and begged for details, and Enya gave them to them, ignoring her family's shock and suspicion as she spun off her tale: it was common knowledge in the family that Roan and Zane could not stand Mora and Nyssa. Roan only found them annoying, but Zane loathed them entirely: they were giggly featherheads who followed him around and it seemed he spent more time shaking them off than flirting with them. But Enya insisted that Zane was suddenly in love with the two, and sitting near Enya under the tree, Yuri knew with a private pang of guilt what Enya was up to: she was trying to keep Zane away from her. If only Enya hadn't smelled her cousin on the air!

Feeling dismal, Yuri took a bite of her sandwich and reflected on the words she had spoken to Zane in the moon tongue: "I love you, my brother." Zane was like a brother to her and always had been. So was Roan. If only she could make Enya understand that.

". . . that next year at the mating season, he would love nothing more than to claim the pair of you," Enya was saying.

This was such a frivolous lie -- and a dangerous one -- that Yuri interrupted, "I don't feel well. I think I should head back to the village for a nap. Can I?"

"Of course," said Zalia, "but take Enya with you. Females should never walk anywhere alone."

Yuri rose, and Enya -- feeling bested -- followed her.

"So you did do something with Zane!" Enya hissed, marching after Yuri, her paws balled into fists at her sides.

"Zane kissed me -- that was all. I don't belong to you, Enya!" Yuri snapped back.

Yuri was walking so fast that Enya stumbled to keep up. The southern village gates were drawing near and they could see the guards standing either side of it. Enya grabbed Yuri's arm before they were in clear view of the guards and the two girls stopped in the tall grass, facing each other.

"Look," said Enya, heaving a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I just . . . I'm sick of Zane trying to take you from me! Do you know what that would do to me, having to watch while you were married to Zane? While you had his pups and cleaned his hut? I would die inside . . ." Enya glowered at her feet.

"Oh, Enya," Yuri whispered, taking Enya's paw. "You're not losing me to Zane! Zane told me that he wanted me at the mating season and I turned him down -- I did that for you! He knows I'm not in love with him and he agreed to stop pursuing me."

"Really?" said Enya, surprised.

Yuri nodded. "Zane's a little more tender than we give him credit for. I never realized until today what a gentle person he is. We heard you calling for me, and when he realized that I loved you, he felt sorry for me. I guess for both of us."

Enya's face softened. "I'm sorry I told all those lies now. I didn't know . . ."

"Poor Zane," laughed Yuri. "He won't be able to get Mora and Nyssa off his back now."

"After losing you, Yuri, I think he might like that -- not that he ever had you to begin with."

They smiled at each other and continued toward the village.

Enya would insist on holding Yuri's paw, but Yuri kept telling her not to.

"Do you want to get us in trouble!" Yuri demanded, snatching her paw away.

But by the time they had reached the hut Enya lived in with her parents, the two were holding paws. Enya dragged Yuri into the gloom of the empty hut and without preamble, pushed Yuri's mane back over her shoulders and started kissing her.

Yuri shivered under the power, under the hunger of Enya's kisses. Enya's paws were everywhere, caressing her breasts, her thighs, that knot of pumping pleasure between her pussy lips. She closed her mouth over Yuri's and thrust her tongue inside. Yuri groaned, allowing Enya to pull her to the sitting furs near the barren fire pit. They knelt on the furs together. And taking Yuri's face in her paw, Enya drew close and slipped her tongue in Yuri's mouth, tracing it hungrily over the edges of her lips.

"I like the way you taste," Enya whispered, her fingers carefully stroking between Yuri's thighs.

Yuri blushed, remembering the night before: Enya had gone down on her, eating her out with a ravenous hunger that had frightened and aroused her. She remembered Enya's lips sucking hard at her clit and pussy lips, sucking the lips in and out so rapidly and wetly, and she remembered how she'd had to smother her gasps and little screams behind a pillow for fear that Enya's parents might hear in the other room.

"I like the way you feel," Enya whispered, lightly squeezing Yuri's pointy breast. "I like the way you smell. . . ."

Yuri shivered, drinking in the sweet scent of Enya's curly mane. Enya pulled Yuri close until she was in her lap, her thighs open wide, her legs wrapped around Enya. They embraced and kissed, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, their little moans filling the hut.

"Have you ever been penetrated?" Enya whispered breathlessly, and her fingers sank between Yuri's pussy lips to indicate.

Yuri blushed and admitted that she hadn't: Tikuma had never gotten a chance to. But she didn't mention her one-time lover in the sun village. She wriggled her hips as Enya's caressing became unbearable, and Enya's fingers sank deeper, gently touching, fingering Yuri slowly and deliberately until her juices gushed over, glossy and hot.

"Would you like me to?" Enya whispered, her other paw on the back of Yuri's neck. She pressed her lips to Yuri's and traced her tongue inside her mouth again.

"Y-Yes," Yuri whispered back, loving the heat of their bodies pressed together, the brush of Enya's nipples against her own. "B-But how . . .?"

Enya sank two fingers this time and stretched them so wide that Yuri gasped.

"Mmm, so you are still a virgin," Enya whispered, her fingers straining against that tight hymen. "I had thought for a while that Zane . . ."

"Enya, how many times do I have to tell you . . . ?"

"I know. But Zane is handsome. You think I don't know that? Why else would Mora and Nyssa be tripping over themselves for him?"

"Enya," Yuri said firmly, and taking Enya's face in her paws, she looked her deeply in the eyes as she said, "I belong to you! Only you! Now fuck me!"

Enya smiled. She lifted Yuri's thigh until the knee was bent and her foot was flat on the floor. Then she sank her fingers again, slowly in and out, her lips once more pulling at Yuri's. Yuri clung tight to Enya and kissed her back just as hungrily, but she gasped shrilly behind the kiss when she felt the sudden intrusion of Enya's little fist between her pussy lips. Her entire body trembled and she screamed -- shrill, gasping moans that made her breasts heave. Tears filled her eyes, but when Enya stopped, she begged her not to.

"You like that?" Enya whispered, her lips brushing Yuri's gasping lips.

"Oh, Enya," Yuri moaned, still shivering all over. She clung so tightly to Enya that her nails sank in Enya's fur. "Enya, d-don't stop . . . god, it feels so good -- ah!"

Enya rammed her fist more deeply and Yuri shook all over again, her head falling back and her sharp breasts thrusting forward. Enya held Yuri tight in her arm, and still fisting her slowly and deeply in the pussy, she leaned down and suckled at her nipples. This went on until Yuri was flushed all over, until she screamed and her juices gushed hot and thick over Enya's fist, until the shuddering hot walls of her vagina contracted and spilled her passion. Enya withdrew, and they lay together, breathless and happy, on the sitting furs.

Yuri snuggled into Enya's arms, panting and wet with her own juices and unable to believe what had just happened, that she had just received so much pleasure. She closed her eyes and loved the feel of Enya's slender fingers curling in her mane. She smiled to herself. This was heaven.

"I love you, Yuri," Enya said helplessly. "And . . . I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Me either," whispered Yuri miserably. "Zaldon already told me about how it is here. So did Zane. He said you'd be expected to marry a male after your first mating season. That us together . . . was impossible."

"Why? Why is it impossible?" Enya demanded, and she sounded so angry that Yuri sat up.

Enya sat up too, her face creased in a scowl. "Well, why is it?" she demanded again. "Why are males allowed to be with other males here, but not females? Yuri, I love you and I want to marry you -- not some big oaf of a male -- and that's what I'm going to do --"

"Enya, no!" Yuri cried, her sable eyes wide in alarm. "Stop talking like this --"

"We'll run away together," Enya cried defiantly. She took Yuri's paw and peered earnestly into her eyes. "Yuri, say you'll do it! Run away with me!"

Yuri couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stared at Enya incredulously, and shaking her head slowly, she pulled her paw away. "Enya, do you know what you're saying? We can't run away! It's a dangerous world out there for a female. Believe me. I know . . ."

Yuri stared miserably at her lap, remembering the last day she had seen her mother alive: they had been running away together. They had already attempted to flee once before and had been caught, but her mother was desperate to escape the life of a sex slave to the chief of the moon village. They ran away a second time into a storm. Yana did not survive the journey.

Enya knew those things: Yuri had told them to her one night when they were younger, when they had laid in bed together exploring each other's small budding breasts. Feeling a pang of guilt, Enya stroked Yuri's mane.

"I'm sorry, Yuri. I just want to be with you, and the world . . . it doesn't want that. It just makes me so mad!"

Yuri glanced up. Enya's paw was balled into a fist and her large sapphire eyes were burning with rage, an outrage at the world and its ways that Yuri had seen in Enya's eyes several times before.

"If you don't run away with me, Yuri," Enya threatened, "I'll do something drastic!"

Yuri bit her lip and looked away. She hated when Enya acted like this.

"I'll steal you, Yuri," Enya further threatened, pulling Yuri around by the arm. "I'll die before some male has me locked to him forever -- I belong to you!" So saying, Enya kissed Yuri fervently on the mouth.

Yuri was melting into the kiss when someone cleared their throat. The girls broke apart and looked around, breathless with fear, to find Zalia standing in the doorway. To their surprise, she didn't look angry. She looked amused and . . . a little sad.

"Mom!" Enya squeaked, suddenly frozen on the sitting furs.

Zalia didn't look at either of them as she entered the hut, and they realized for the first time that it was the end of the day: they had been together in the village for many hours. The others must've thought Yuri was truly sick.

"I was going over to Lea's, but I came to check on you instead," Zalia said, squatting near the barren fire pit. She flashed the girls a half-smile. "You both seem to be in perfect health. Fancy that."

Enya and Yuri sat in silent horror as Zalia slowly stroked up a fire and a heat began to build against the wintry cool evenings that were taking their time retreating from the early spring.

"You're not going to tell Dad, are you?" Enya asked nervously.

"If I did that, I'd have to tell him my own secrets," Zalia answered with a mysterious smile.

Enya and Yuri looked at each other, shocked.

". . . then what are you going to do?" Enya asked, a flop of tan mane in her bewildered blue eyes.

"Heat some water." And Zalia did just that.

When the water had been warmed to a low simmer, Zalia sat back in a chair and dipped her weary feet in it. Enya and Yuri busied themselves by straightening up the hut. They didn't know what else to do and they were terrified a whipping or some other horrible punishment was on the brink. But Zalia seemed too tired from the fields for a raving lecture, and what was even more bizarre, she seemed to find Enya and Yuri's love amusing, almost as if they were pups still.

"You kids," said Zalia when she noticed that her daughter kept glancing fearfully in her direction. She shook her head. "You think you're the first to do everything, that your parents couldn't possibly have done anything similar when they were your age. That we just sprung from the ground with you clinging to our hips.

"No, I'm not angry that you two love each other. In fact, I've suspected for a long time that you do. But I am very saddened by this, and not for the reason you think. For a female of the summer village to love another female . . . Enya, I see dark days ahead for you if you don't use caution!"

Yuri saw Enya's face harden, and anticipating an argument, she took up the broom and started sweeping the far corner.

"But, Mom, it isn't fair --"

"Silence!" Zalia snapped, glowering up at her daughter. "Do you know how childish you sound so near to your first mating season? Whoever said life was fair? This is the way things are!"

"And what if I don't accept the way things are?" Enya demanded derisively, her paws on her hips.

Zalia's voice was solemn: "Then you will die, my daughter, at the paws of those who do."

Enya huffed, and Yuri silently noted that she did indeed look childish when her lip poked out and she folded her arms angrily under her breasts.

"I'm telling you these things because I love you," Zalia said in a softer tone, "and I don't want to see you cast from the village and into the cold world where anything could happen to you. This is your life. You must accept that, my daughter! You don't have a choice. Females seldom do."

"So what are you saying?" Enya said, her voice almost a sob. "That I should take some male for my mate and pretend that I don't want more? Mom, I want Yuri!"

"I know that, honey," Zalia said sadly and opened her arms.

Enya went at once to her mother, and kneeling beside her chair, buried her face in her mother's shawl and sniffled herself into silence.

Yuri felt awkward, as if she was on the edge this scene and not a part of it. Sensing this, Zalia smiled and gestured for her to come too, and she did, kneeling beside Zalia's chair and resting her head against the older wolf as well.

"My daughters," Zalia said, stroking the girls' manes. "Life is full of disappointments and heartaches. Don't do anything foolish, I beg you. I will talk to your father about this, Enya. I will go to the village council if I have to. But if things turn out that the two of you can not be together, I want you to bear the fact with dignity. Now go fetch my sewing things. We'll pay a visit to Lea and cheer her up. She's been a little down lately."

Enya felt Zalia's fingers stroke her mane in tender affection, and smiling to herself, she whispered, "Thanks, Mom."