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Chapter 6: Don't Let Go

Roan and Zane hurried side by side up the street, and it wasn't a difficult matter, getting their hard-ons down: they were so bewildered and surprised by their father's weary surrender that they quickly became soft. They wandered together through the village streets as the evening sun sent slanting rays of pink and purple across the sky. Neither of them spoke for a long time, and they didn't even look up when other young males their age greeted them.

"You know," Roan said miserably after a while. He was staring in shock at the great pavilion in the distance, staring without really seeing. "I think we finally broke him." He looked at his brother and said incredulously, "I think we finally broke Dad!"

"I hope you're not right," Zane said heavily, his great arms swinging at his sides. "I mean, we've done worse. Compared to some past incidents, today was nothing."

"I think something's eating at Dad, Zane, and it's not just us."

Zane waited, watching Roan as they passed through the village square and toward the great pavilion, where families sat together at wooden picnic tables as darkness crept over the sky, where pups ran back and forth giggling and screaming at the top of their lungs, where old wolves sat together holding paws.

"My mom told me that she wants another pup," Roan explained. "Said she's been wanting a girl for the longest time. Dad won't do it. You should've seen her: she was on the verge of crying."

"Wow,"whispered Zane guiltily. "We must be getting pretty bad if Dad's refusing to have any more pups. I mean, having lots of sons is supposed to be a blessing."

"I guess we've been a curse."

They glanced miserably at each other, then passed the pavilion to one of the many village wells, where they sat side by side on the curving stone wall. Their tails dropped down into the echoing darkness of the well, and Roan leaned his head with a brooding expression against the pole that held a wolf's neglected wooden pail. Zane, meanwhile, stared at his feet and bit his lip, a frown creasing down over his light gray eyes.

"We've got to do better, Roan," Zane said, shaking his head. "We've just got to. And I'm really sorry for fucking up today. I never should have left you. Thanks for saving my ass -- or trying to, anyway."

Roan shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time. Let's just say you owe me one."

"So did you really get caught foolin' around out in the forest?" Zane asked with a dark smile and playfully elbowed his brother. When Roan only blushed, Zane howled, "Roan! I didn't think you had it in you to break a rule!"

"Surprise," Roan said sarcastically.

"So what did she look like? Did she have nice jugs?" Zane curled his fingers over invisible breasts and moaned, thinking of Yuri's perky, sharp breasts standing so high and firm. "Did she sit on your cock? Hell, was she alone? If there were two of them I'll really be jealous."

"Stop drooling," Roan muttered to his feet. "It wasn't a she. It was a he."

There was a pause, and then Zane said, "Oh."

Roan stared up at his brother: he had thoroughly expected a beating -- or at least a smack on the head. "Is that all you have to say?"

Zane shrugged. "What do you want me to say? I kinda always figured you liked males. So who was it? Theo? He's had his eye on you for a long while. Told me so."

Roan blushed a deeper shade and ground his teeth. They had been talking about him behind his back! Geez, was there anyone who didn't know about him?

"So does this mean you don't like Yuri anymore?" Zane asked, casually chucking a rock down the well.

They turned to watch it ping off the walls, their ears pricking forward when it splashed at the bottom. Roan chucked another rock after his brother's and shook his head.

"I. . . . I don't know anymore. I thought I loved Yuri. For the longest time, I thought I wanted to marry her. Now I realize that what I felt wasn't love."

"Then what was it?"

Roan blinked straight ahead as if it had just occurred to him. "I think it was hormones."

Zane laughed and chucked another rock. "Yeah," he said with a sigh of longing, "Yuri will do that to ya . . . Damn, she's hot. The things I had planned to do to her . . . ."

Zane slouched, and he suddenly looked so miserable that Roan asked anxiously, "Didn't things go right with Yuri? I was sure she would be swept off her feet when her big, strong Zane came to claim her."

"Shut up, Roan," Zane grumbled, swiping at his brother.

Roan blocked his brother's paw, and though he had been teasing, he still looked concerned. "What happened, Zane? She shoot you down?"

Zane turned his back to the well again, and leaning against it, he sighed at the grass. "She turned us both down, Roan. Yuri doesn't want either one of us. She wants Enya." He closed his eyes miserably.

"What!" Roan cried with large, green eyes. He suddenly felt as miserable as his brother looked, but he didn't know why: he could think of nothing but Theo now. But as a sudden thought occurred to him, Roan's face went blank with alarm. "Oh, no," he whispered. "Zane! This is awful --"

"I know," Zane said to the ground. "She didn't even let me put it in her --"

Roan scowled. "No! Yuri is in love with Enya! If she's not careful, she could be stoned! She should return to the sun village as soon as possible."

"I know," Zane said heavily. "I warned her about it. She said Zaldon had already explained everything to her."

They sat in silence on the stone wall of the well, both staring at their feet.

"You think Enya loves her back?" Roan wondered.

"God help us all if she does."

They looked at each other and a silent understanding passed between them: meek and obedient Yuri would never get herself stoned, but bold and fierce Enya was another thing altogether.

"You think we should tell our parents?"

Zane darkly shook his head. "Why? They can't even manage their own lives let alone ours."

"But if anything happens to Yuri . . ."

Roan gazed off worriedly, and when he felt Zane's heavy paw on his shoulder, he looked around to find his brother smiling sadly at him.

"I know," Zane said. "I care about her too."

When darkness finally crept over the sky and families started making their way home, Roan suggested that he and his brother do the same. But Zane dissented. He remained seated on the wall of the well and stared at his feet.

"You go on home, Roan," Zane said without looking up. "I wanna do some thinking. Tell Dad whatever you want. He's already mad at me anyway. You should've seen his face when he caught me without you -- here I am walking out of the forest with Loryn and looking all guilty. I thought my life had ended right there." He gave a weak laugh and leaned his head against the pole holding up the rope.

Zane looked so forlorn that Roan did something he hadn't done in years: he kissed his brother on the cheek. Zane scowled, trying not to look pleased by this affection.

"Hey, I'm not one of your lovers, Roan!" he protested, but Roan knew the affection had been returned when his brother shoved him roughly in the shoulder.

They smiled at each other.

"See you at home," Roan said.

"See ya."

Zane watched as his brother disappeared into the darkness. He slouched on the stone wall, his tail flicking up and down sadly behind him, and still leaning his head against the pole, he held to it with his paw and thought of Yuri. His thoughts were shattered, however, when he heard a giggle. His ears pricked forward and he sat up. Two shapes emerged from the darkness, and when Zane recognized them as Mora and Nyssa, he groaned and quickly stood.

"Wait, don't go," Mora said. She and her sister drew close, staring up at Zane with large, sympathetic eyes.

Zane looked down at them. It was the first time he had been around them when they weren't giggling at him and sneaking blushing glances at his cock. On the contrary: they were anxious and concerned. He gazed down at their round, pretty faces; their slanted eyes and those breasts that he noticed for the first time were so high and slightly curved -- just the way he liked -- and the fact of their curvaceous beauty hit him like a blast in the face. And their smell . . . Something hot and juicy was coming from them, an aroma that made his dick twitch a little, and he realized it was their pussies.

Their ears were flat on their heads in sympathy as they gazed up at him, and Zane loved nothing more than the timid touch of their paws when they asked him why he looked so sad. Their paws touched uncertainly at his bulging arms and chest and their tails were low behind them: they were really worried. Zane didn't know what to say: he'd die if they knew that Yuri had shot him down.

"Some trouble at home," Zane lied, nervously folding and unfolding his arms. He felt so awkward and wondered why: he had been around Mora and Nyssa any number of times.

"Poor thing," Nyssa said, smoothing her paw up Zane's chest.

The sisters glanced at each other in silent communication, then Mora asked, "Why don't you come with us and tell us about it?"

Zane's eyes grew round. "Are you kidding? What are you two doing out alone so late anyway?"

"We have troubles at home, too," Mora admitted, glancing miserably at her feet. "We get tired of our parents fighting."

"Sometimes," added Nyssa somberly, "we don't go home at all."

"But don't you know it's dangerous out at night?" Zane scolded them, and without stopping to think (for he could have been whipped for being alone with the two of them), he put a paw on each girl's shoulder and steered them away through the torchlit streets.

"But where are you taking us?" Mora asked, sounding giggly now.

"Home," Zane replied firmly. "Where do you think?"

The girls stopped, and so did Zane, folding his arms impatiently.

"We think you should come with us," Nyssa said, staring deeply into Zane's eyes with such provocative meaning that Zane felt his dick stand upright.

The girls glanced at his erection and giggled.

"Okay," Zane said, his eyes suddenly fixed on their breasts: their perky breasts jiggled every time they giggled, and the softness, the suppleness was not lost on him.

They laughed at his probing eyes, and each taking him by the arm, they led him away.

It was now Zane's turn to ask nervously, "But where are we going? We can't leave the village together like this for the fields --"

"Of course not, silly," Mora said, flashing Zane such a pretty look that his heart leapt.

"We're going to the village walls," Nyssa told him and brushed him playfully with her fluffy tail.

They came to the village wall at last. Here, there was a field of tall grass where only the few lone huts of disgraced wolves banished to the edge of the village stood in the moonlight. The girls led Zane to a secluded patch of grass in the shadows of the wall and pressed him down.

"Have you done this before?" Zane asked, hating himself when his voice squeaked. But he was so nervous: he had never done anything like this. He had always been too afraid of Kilyan's wrath. The most he had ever done was feel a female up, and nine times out of ten, that unsuspecting female had been Yuri.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. They sat either side of Zane and started toying between his thighs: their slender fingers cupped his balls and stroked his cock, and Zane shivered and sat back against the wall, drinking in their pretty faces, their long manes, and unable to believe what was happening to him.

"What do you want to do to us, Zane?" Nyssa whispered huskily.

Zane looked at the two of them and felt himself throb harder. They were so beautiful: their round hips, their narrow waists, and those pink sexes -- they were kneeling with their thighs apart, and for the first time in his life, Zane could see that hidden pink crevice which had always been so mysterious to him before. It was amazing to him that he had spent his childhood loathing these girls and throwing dirt clods at them. And now? Now he wanted to explore their soft, moist crevices. Now he wanted to pin them both down and fuck them all night.

"Bend over," Zane whispered, grabbing them both by their necks, "and point your asses at me."

Mora and Nyssa giggled at the command and did what they were told: they turned away from Zane and bent over, lifting their tails and giggling again at the revealing position. Their plump little buttocks peeled open, and Zane could see their pink anuses and their glossy juices spilling out between their swollen lips: they were as aroused as he was. He leaned close and prodded them both in their pussies. Oh, god, they were tighter and wetter than he'd ever imagined. He sank his fingers deeply, and Mora sighed, Nyssa squirmed.

"Oh, Zane, your fingers are so big!" Nyssa cried in amazement and gave a delighted moan.

"I thought it was his cock at first," Mora agreed in a whisper.

Zane clapped both their asses and barked for silence, to which they wiggled and squealed, chorusing, "Yes, sir!"

"But make noise, if you want," Zane told them softly, his fingers still searching hungrily between their pussy lips. The smell of their juices overwhelmed him. He took Mora's hips in both paws and raised them until she was on paws and knees, then he nudged her knees wide apart so that her waist sank down and her ass pointed out at the air. Nyssa giggled at her sister's new position, and Zane clapped her again on the ass and silenced her by sinking his fingers deep in her pussy: she let out a delighted cry and didn't stop moaning as his fingers caressed her.

Even as he was fingering Nyssa, Zane leaned close to Mora's raised buttocks, and spreading one of her pussy lips wide open, he licked gently at her clit. Mora gave a little wiggle and a cry of delight. He licked her clit again, then sucked. He sucked so hungrily at Mora's little pumping knot that she rocked forward on her knees and cried out, "Oh, Zane, not so hard!" her voice a shrill gasp but nonetheless filled with ecstasy. But Zane kept sucking, and her wriggling and moaning intensified until her juices were dripping over his lips, hot and glossy and so sweet tasting that he ate her out ravenously while she gasped and sighed and whispered his name.

When Mora had finally come and was panting on her knees, Zane started fingering her again and moved to Nyssa. He lifted her hips as he had her sister, and spreading her pussy lips open wide with his finger and thumb, he sucked at her clit too. Nyssa was louder and more excitable than her sister, and the more Zane sucked at her clit, the thicker her pussy lips swelled until he was sucking and tasting at them too. He pulled her pussy lips into his mouth and gently ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her vagina opening. And then he tried something else: he sucked hard at Nyssa's anus. She shrieked in delight, and Zane -- alarmed that someone might have heard -- suddenly crouched over her and covered her mouth.

"Don't scream again, Nyssa," Zane whispered. "You want someone to hear you?"

Nyssa thrust her buttocks against Zane's cock, a silent plea. Zane did it without even thinking: he slid his cock carefully inside of her and the tight wetness of those walls . . . it was heaven. Nyssa enclosed him, wreathing, wet, and hot, and he knocked her knees apart and sank himself deeply inside. She moaned behind his paw, gasping with the rhythmic thrusts of his cock, and he could feel her breasts flying the rougher he became. He reached around and cupped her breasts as he rode her. Awww, yes. So soft and spilling over his fingers. He loved the sharpness of her nipples and the little sobbing gasps coming from her mouth.

"Am I hurting you?" Zane whispered in concern. He kissed her neck apologetically: he knew he was heavy on top of her, that his great cock was holding her open wide, but Nyssa shook her head vigorously and gasped, "No, Zane, don't stop -- god, don't stop!" And Zane didn't stop. He reached around and fingered Nyssa's clit as he was fucking her, his cock sliding in and out in her juices, deeper and deeper with every thrust. His dick was so thick and swollen inside of her now that he grimaced, knowing that he was getting close.

"Pull out, Zane," Mora whispered, who was still lying in the grass and catching her breath. "Pull out before you come!"

Zane pulled out and his cum squirted instead against the back of Nyssa's shapely little thigh. Nyssa collapsed breathlessly in the grass beside her sister and the two lay there panting, smiling with fluttering eyes at Zane and giggling between trying to catch their breath. Zane smiled back at them. Their shapely bodies looked so beautiful tangled together in the grass. He wiped his cum from Nyssa's thigh, and hovering on paws and knees over them both, he leaned down and kissed them each on their cheeks.

"Mmm, Zane," Mora whispered when Zane's big paw swallowed her breast in a gentle massage. "I want you to fuck me just like that!"

"Are you sure that was your first time?" Nyssa asked in amazement. She giggled a little and wriggled when Zane leaned down and suckled her nipple. "You were so big and strong on top of me. And the smell of your fur . . ." Zane pulled back and Nyssa ran her paw over his chest.

"Yes, you two were my first," Zane admitted, blushing in the darkness. "I've never been with a female. I always thought my father would rip my dick off if I tried it."

The girls looked at each other and giggled.

"You were our first too," Mora whispered, batting her lashes. "We've never been with a male before."

Zane smiled. "I know," he said, sinking his fingers in them both until they moaned and squirmed. "The two of you are so pretty. I never noticed it before. But tonight . . . God, your tits are perfect." He squeezed at their breasts, loving when the sharp little nipples stood out.

Mora sat up suddenly. "Zane, can we sit on you?" she asked with mischievous brown eyes.

Zane swallowed thickly, and the girls laughed when his cock stood upright again. He let them press him down to the grass, and then Mora was hovering over him. She squatted slowly over his cock, and he watched with building lust as her pussy lips split open and swallowed his rigid organ, slowly and hungrily. Her pussy came down over him, pressing him so deep inside that he gave a little cry and whispered Mora's name, grabbing her plump little buttocks. Mora pressed her paws to Zane's belly and started working herself up and down, and Zane could see his cock feeding slowly in and out of her pussy lips, could see her high breasts jiggling, and the look of deep pleasure on her face as she worked herself slowly toward an orgasm. His toes curled with his throbbing passion, and looking at the way Mora's mouth opened in a soft little gasp, he wanted to taste her lips.

After watching her sister for a moment, Nyssa came over and squatted down on Zane's face. Zane opened his mouth readily and was only too eager to suck at her little clit, pulling it and tasting it and bringing from her shrill gasps of ecstasy. He loved the hot scent of her pussy enfolding him, and reaching up, he caressed her buttocks as he licked her.

Down in the grass near the village walls, Zane gave pleasure to the two girls and they gave it back for several hours. It was past midnight when Zane found himself lying on his back, the girls snuggling either side of him, and staring at the stars.

"You're a great lover, Zane," Mora whispered happily.

"I never want your big arms to let me go," Nyssa added.

Zane held them both tightly, blushing at their words. "I never want to let you go," he admitted in a whisper. It was true. He had never dreamed that it could be, but it was true!

"I hope Roan won't be too upset," Nyssa added, sounding concerned. "We would hate so much to hurt his feelings after all the flirting we did with him."

Zane laughed. "No, no, don't worry about Roan. He's . . . found someone else."

"Oh," said Nyssa happily and snuggled closer to Zane. "That's good."

"Yes, we were worried that Roan would be so hurt if we moved in on you. But when we saw you today, all thoughts of Roan flew from our heads. Zane, you looked so terribly sad," Mora whispered, cupping Zane's face with one paw. "So heartbroken! We wanted to cling to you and kiss you all over your face --"

"But we thought it would probably just annoy you," Nyssa added with a laugh.

"After tonight, I don't think you two could ever annoy me again," Zane told them, feeling very satisfied, and they giggled.

"Zane, we decided that we want to be with you . . . always," Nyssa whispered.

Zane paused. They were asking him to claim them both at the mating season. He was only too happy to do it: now that he had finally realized that Mora and Nyssa weren't only knockouts but that they were also caring and kind, he suddenly wanted them at his side. He could see them cuddling with him like this in their bed, whispering with him of all life's little concerns, the three of them so happy together . . . the way his father was with Lea and Ohana.

"Do you want to be with us?" Mora asked anxiously.

"If you would have me."

Mora and Nyssa grinned and answered in unison, "We would!"

Zane laughed, and jerking them playfully in his big, burly arms, he kissed their heads and whispered as they giggled, "Then I'll never let you go!"