Chapter 12: Brotherly Love
#12 of The Mating Season 4
Chapter 12: Brotherly Love
Yuri didn't know what do. Enya was destined to marry Theo the very next day. Enya had asked Yuri to run away with her, but Yuri had refused. Running away didn't solve anything. Who should have known that better than her? But Enya was determined to flee this marriage, even if it meant defying her father and risking the anger of the village council: doing such a thing was just asking for a stoning. A daughter's place was obedience, not defiance. Yuri had tried to warn Enya of these things, but Enya was so wild in her determination that she didn't care and ordered Yuri to meet her that night at the village walls or never speak to her again.
Yuri was distraught. If she met Enya at the village walls and they were caught, they would be stoned. But if she didn't go through with Enya's plan, she would lose Enya's love. She was torn in two. She couldn't bring herself to stay another night at Enya's hut, and after their heated argument, had quickly left the hut and fled into the bright blue day, tears in her eyes, her mouth in a grimace.
Yuri was running so fast she didn't pay attention to where she was going: she slammed hard into a male's rippling belly and chest, and when she felt the male's sharp nipples brush her cheek, she staggered back with a blush. Big, burly Zane was gazing down at her, startled, his towering form blocking out the sun. He was worried to see her so tearstained and miserable. His ears went flat on his head, and placing a heavy paw on Yuri's shoulder, he begged to know what was the matter.
"Oh, Z-Zane," Yuri sniffed, her breasts heaving. "Enya's father is m-marrying her off to Theo --"
"Ah, crap," said Zane, shaking his head. "There's no way in hell she'll go through with it. Stupid fool -- she'll get herself stoned!" His eyes flashed angrily, then he gazed at Yuri sympathetically and whispered, "I'm sorry, Yuri."
When Zane's big thumb tenderly brushed away her tears, Yuri's heart fluttered, and gazing up at him, she knew what she must do.
"Zane," she said slowly, "I know a way we can make Enya go through with the marriage."
Zane blinked at her. ". . . What do you have in mind?"
Zane had never dreamed this could happen. After Yuri turned him down those few days ago, and after discovering his feelings for Mora and Nyssa, Zane had fully expected Yuri to never make such an offer. And yet here he was, lying in the grass near the village wall and with Yuri at his side! They stared at the stars together, waiting for the sound of Enya's approaching feet through the grass, and Zane had never been so nervous in his life: he had no desire whatsoever to break Enya's heart.
"Y-Yuri, what exactly are we going to do when Enya shows up? I mean, are we going to kiss or just hug or what? Because I was thinking it would look more believable if, you know, I was inside you --"
"Zane!" Yuri squealed, smacking Zane's big paw away when it fumbled for her breasts.
Zane sighed in the darkness. "Couldn't blame a guy for tryin'. I've been fighting down hard-ons around you since you got those, Yuri."
Yuri blushed and knew he was referring to her breasts. She still remembered the burning humiliation of having dinner at Zane's house with his family and Zaldon, of struggling to ignore the stares of the two young males as they drank in her small, slowly ripening breasts with such blatant fascination that Kilyan had whacked them several times over their heads. For the first time in her life, she had felt so naked and exposed, and she wondered how young females who weren't yet old enough to wear shawls could possibly stand such open staring. All through dinner, she wanted to curl up behind Zaldon and disappear. And afterwards, when everyone was sitting around the fire chatting, she had lied and said she had to pee -- anything to get away from the stares of the boys. Zane had pretended to go for something in his bedroom, and when Yuri came out of the bathroom (where a hole in the earth now held her forced urine), Zane was standing there in the hall, his fiery gray eyes fixed with a quiet hunger on her breasts.
"Yuri, you get prettier every time you visit," thirteen-year-old Zane had told her. He slowly advanced, and Yuri felt her heart pounding when he pressed her to the wall. He had been huge even then, and his tight muscles flexing under his fur frightened her. She trembled against the wall, too frighten to angrily squeal out his name: if they were caught like this, they would be whipped. So she stood very still and closed her eyes as Zane's big paw closed over one of her perky little breasts and massaged.
"They're so small," Zane whispered in fascination. "And soft. . . But I just know they're going to be huge in a few years." He gave a long, low groan, and when Yuri opened her eyes, she screamed without meaning to: Zane's big cock was erect, and it was so much larger in his passion that she was horrified out of her wits. She screamed again, and Zane, in a fluster, let her breast go and backed away just as Zaldon and Kilyan came bursting through the curtain and into the hall. Zane was whipped blind after that, and Zaldon never let up his lectures about staying away from young males and not letting them corner her alone. Even to this day, Zaldon didn't let up his lectures. The entire incident was the reason Zaldon had stopped bringing Yuri to the summer village three years before: he was terrified that Roan or Zane might deflower her.
Present-day Yuri hugged her breasts and shivered. Zane had been after her even then, always after her. And though it got annoying at times, she had to admit that a part of her enjoyed his company: he could be rough but sweet, and she liked the way his large body always seemed to consume her whenever he was around. He was just so overbearing and yet gentle, towering over her with an affectionate smile. And she had always loved him like a brother. Around Zane, Yuri felt safe.
"Mora and Nyssa let me touch their breasts, you know," Zane said almost sulkily.
Yuri looked quickly at him, and he smiled sideways at her frown.
"You're lying!" Yuri dismissed, looking away again.
"Am I?"
Yuri looked quickly at Zane again, and seeing his arrogant smile, she blushed crimson and rolled onto her side, facing the other way.
Zane put his bulging arms behind his head, loving the sight of Yuri's anger and discomfort. Why, she almost looked jealous lying there hugging her breasts! Damn, her breasts were nice. And they'd gotten huge, just as he knew they would. Any female with round hips like Yuri's usually developed full breasts. He'd seen it around him all his life.
"They let me do far more besides touch their breasts, though," Zane went on. "I fingered them, I licked them, I sucked their tits -- Mora has nice luscious tits, the kind a male can really bury his face in. But Nyssa's are sharper. I like sharp tits -- yours were like that a few years ago, remember? So small and perky. I wanted to suck them the first time I saw them. And the way they just stood like that --"
"Zane!" Yuri wailed, slapping her paws over her ears.
Zane laughed. "Is it so hard to hear how hot you are? I bet Enya tells you all the time."
Yuri was glad her back was to Zane when she blushed: Enya did tell her all the time and more besides. She folded her arms tightly under her breasts and tried to stop trembling. She was just so nervous, and Zane was making it worse. She bit her lip when she felt Zane leaning over her. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was peering down anxiously at her face.
"I'm sorry, Yuri," he said, closing a big paw on her shoulder. "I was just trying to make you mad because I guess I'm just . . . jealous. I mean, you were supposed to be my girl!"
Feeling a sudden rush of sympathy, Yuri sat up. "I'm sorry too, Zane. I don't mean to use you like this, but if anything h-happened to Enya . . ."
"I know, Yuri, just ignore me," Zane answered, taking a wretched Yuri into his arms. He held her tightly to his chest and kissed her head in brotherly affection. "Here I am being a jerk and trying to make you mad when Enya could get stoned. Damn! I'll never forgive her for pushing you to do this! You could both get stoned for running away. It's almost as if she'd rather the two of you die than just face reality." He shook his head darkly. "She always was a hot-headed fool."
When Yuri gave a miserable little sob, Zane kissed her gently on the lips. It was supposed to be a brotherly kiss. But there was nothing brotherly about it. They both froze and looked at each other -- and then kissed again, twice as deeply as before. Yuri was surprised at herself when she thrust her tongue against Zane's. Zane was surprised too, but they didn't stop kissing. And, god, Zane could really kiss. Zane kissed Yuri so deeply and so hungrily that he had soon pressed her on her back in the grass. They continued this slow and tender pulling of their lips, and Zane's big paws caressed carefully at Yuri's breast, gently squeezing and massaging until Yuri was trembling violently. He was so heavy on top of her and the heat of his body, the scent of his fur -- she felt consumed by his touch, by his kisses, until that familiar throbbing was pulsing hot between her legs. Zane noticed it too: they stopped to look at each other, and Zane couldn't believe it: Yuri wanted him -- actually wanted him! Yuri felt his cock go rigid against her thigh. His gray eyes were intensely affectionate and questioning.
Her lashes fluttering, Yuri nodded sheepishly. She wanted him inside her now -- for the first time ever, she wanted that.
"Yuri," Zane whispered, cupping her face with one big paw. He looked her deeply in the eyes. "I want you to be very sure."
Yuri silently spread her thighs, the sable eyes smiling, and for the first time ever, Zane had a clear view of her sex. Her pussy was glossy with her juices in the moonlight, and the lips were swollen. He gave a long, satisfied sigh. Hers was the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen -- even prettier than Mora's and Nyssa's. The swollen lips were shaped so nicely and the little bulging clit swelled above them, hungry and pulsing with her desire. He put a finger to her pussy and brought it to his nose, breathing in the delicious scent that had tortured his erect craving for years.
"Enya penetrated you?" Zane asked, sinking his fingers in that nonetheless tight opening. He felt Yuri's hot walls sucking around his fingers and moaned.
"With her fist," Yuri admitted and gave a little gasping cry when Zane sank his fingers even deeper. "Oh! Ah -- Z-Zane . . .!"
Zane smiled, loving the red blush that was slowly creeping over her breasts. He leaned down over Yuri and slowly slid himself in. She gasped beneath him to feel the hot, pumping intrusion of his cock -- a cock that was three times thicker than Enya's little fist. He slid all the way up inside and moaned when her ever-sucking pussy lips clenched around him hard. Yuri was blushing furiously as the first rush of pleasure washed over her. She had never been filled so hotly and so completely: she could feel the head of Zane's cock nudging her. But she realized as he smiled into her eyes and pressed himself carefully and slowly, that he was trying not to hurt her and at the same time, give her such deep pleasures that she would never forget the firm stroking of his cock, his hungry lips on her nipples, his tongue in her mouth. And . . . she never did.
When they both had come and were panting to catch their breath, Zane lay on top of Yuri and didn't let her up, loving her hot little thighs wrapped around him. She struggled weakly and squealed out his name, and it was exquisitely delicious to feel her little nipples and her great breasts smashing into him. He had not withdrawn his cock, and the heave of her sucking pussy walls made him get hard all over again. She blushed to feel him filling her, and he laughed softly and buried his face in her neck.
"How does that feel?" Zane whispered, slurping Yuri's neck the way he had when they were pups.
Yuri giggled. "Zane! I let you do it once -- now pull out!"
"How does it feel?" Zane playfully insisted and pressed his cock deep inside.
"Oh! Ah --- oh, Zane . . . oh, g-god --!"
Zane started pumping himself in and out yet again and couldn't believe it: he was about to make it with Yuri a second time! And her wriggling and gasping beneath him, it was all too much. He could feel her little clit throbbing hard against his cock, and her pussy lips were stretched taunt around the massive size of his erection. He reached down and gently caressed her clit, that throbbing little knot of passion that he knew was on the brink of giving again, and when Yuri arched her back under him and screamed out, he knew this was heaven.
"You could be my third wife," Zane whispered, when Yuri was panting under him again. "Yuri, I still love you! And if you can't be with Enya, I will take care of you. I will protect you --"
"Oh, Zane," Yuri whispered, a tear trembling in the corner of her eye. "Please don't. I -- I can't . . ."
Zane sighed. And he looked so miserable that Yuri kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back, and they might have made love a third time, but someone gasped. They both looked up. Enya was standing there, her paws balled into fists at her sides, her cheeks flaming red. A sudden rise of tears made her blue eyes shine, and grimacing, she turned and fled with her face in her paws.
Yuri and Zane looked wretchedly at each other, but they had succeeded: Enya would not be stoned for attempting to run away with Yuri. And yet . . . even though Enya was now safe, Yuri could not help feeling that in reality, she had failed.