not another werewolf story! ch.3
Before dawn I wake, uneasy, though comforted somewhat by Ken sleeping next to me. Given the importance of the council meeting looming before us, and the anxiety it brings, I think it best to alleviate some of the tension. I feel Ken's arms around me, his breathing near my ear. Chubbing up against my ass is flesh I have come to know rather well in the past few days. Though it is perhaps not wise, given the time, I can't help myself. I push back against his rapidly hardening dick, loving the feel of his body on mine. The tip pushes lightly against my hole, which is always hungry.
I wiggle over it until it is perfectly aligned and slip it inside. After so many years of abuse by Jareth and the Circle, Ken's thick cock is no trouble for me. I sigh as I fuck myself against him, bringing his arms to more closely hold me. I bite my lip, knowing that we are not alone in this house, which makes it hotter. I lift my leg and fold it over Ken's, seeking to put more of him inside me.
I can tell when he wakes by his breathing. The pressure of his arms changes as he takes a more active role in our fucking, his hands roaming over my body. He puts a foot flat on the bed, bending his leg, opening mine up further. One of his hands finds my nipple, the other finds my balls, and he pulls gently on them. It lights a new fervor in me.
"Harder," I whisper, and a sensation of sweet pain erupts in my groin. The strain of the pull in my sac, I feel it there and somehow in my spine too, all the way up. His hands grip my balls with more pressure and I can feel the sensation release a knot of tension in the back of my skull.
My little moans and small yelps seem to be kindling his intensity, and his hips mash against my ass as he seeks to plunge deeper inside me, never withdrawing more than halfway. I can feel his furry abs as they ripple against my back. I swivel my hips so I can feel his thick shaft in as many places as possible. He gives a particularly sudden and rough yank on my balls and my necks snaps back, my mouth wide open. I grab his hand and force as many fingers inside my mouth as I can, needing to fill it with something, anything.
He growls low in my ear, sending shockwaves down my entire body. I can feel the tingling that follows and my bucking becomes more urgent.
I try to voice my desire but it comes out a gurgle, filled as my throat is with his fingers, and I can feel his teeth grazing my earlobe.
"Barbie," he hums, directly in my ear, which sets a whole new tingling sensation firing in my body. "You feel so good," and his voice is making my whole body thrum with excitement.
I moan around his thick fingers, feeling his incredible dick, made for me, bringing friction and heat inside me, his hand on my balls twisting, turning, squeezing, and pulling, and it is too much.
"Uh," I choke out, unable to say more, but he understands. His breathing quickens and his pace increases, and I can feel my climax building. I grab my own cock and jerk it, feeling it coming faster than I expected. Just before I am taken over the edge, he yanks my balls, hard, plunges as deep in me as he will go, pushing down on my throat with his fingers, and he bites my mark, and I lose the ability to see as everything erupts in white. I hear a quiet, strangled sound low in my own throat, surely it cannot be my voice, and I feel the blazing pulse of his cum inside me as I release on my own stomach, pumping my dick hard enough to bruise it.
He slowly releases his bite and withdraws his fingers, fucking me still in languid strokes. His palm turns soothing circles on my nuts as he licks my mark, making me shiver as the final bit of my orgam dribbles from my throbbing dick.
Finally, we calm down. He slowly removes himself from me and we disentangle ourselves. As I attempt to come back to my body, he leans over to lick the cum from my body, kissing the head of my shaft once, which makes me jump. Then he slides up to my face and kisses me deeply, molding to my body, a perfect fit. I can feel the mark on my neck tingling, and I'm sure I'm glowing.
I can open my eyes again and I see his boring into me. "I love you," he says, and the old fears for a moment bubble up to the surface. But he knows now, he knows what I am, though he does not know all, so how can I doubt him? Maybe it's just the Mark talking, but...
"And I, you," I say, caressing his broad shoulders.
There is a soft knock at the door. "The sun rises in a half hour, boys," comes the soft voice of Grandma Bravepaw. We are due at Council at dawn. With a sigh, and a final sweet kiss, we prepare for what comes.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Alvin Tyler Bravepaw Jr.," booms the Alpha's incredible, deep voice, "You stand before Council for the second time in as many days."
The mood is tense in this small building. The formal Council building, destroyed in the fire I myself created during the Circle's thwarted attempt to recapture me and destroy the lycans, is no longer fit for use. We meet instead in a building that seems curiously like a school. Small desks with attached chairs are arranged in a row by the windows, so the rising morning sun shines from behind the Council's seats. Ken, illuminated in the sun, looks a ghostly pale. His curiously white fur, once auburn, provides a halo effect in the light.
I am allowed in this meeting due to the special circumstances. Fanned out in a semicircle are members of the pack, some of whom I recognize from the sleeping trance placed upon the Council guard, others seem vaguely familiar from my first trip into the compound. Just two days ago I arrived, bound, in the back of a pickup; made to stand before this very Council.
"As you were cleared of the previous charges in light of yesterday's...
incident
," the Alpha intones, looking rather worn, yesterday still very fresh in everyone's mind, "we call you here for committing the taboo of Marking a non-lycan."
Murmurs from the audience. My mark twinges a little, and I receive a cocky smile from Ken as he looks at me. The bastard. If I had been thinking better this morning, I would have given him some marks of my own. I feel myself plump up at this thought and will my urges into submission. It would not do for my pheromones to give me away amidst a crowd of hyper-smelling lycans.
"You know that Marking a human is forbidden. Worse, you have Marked a witch," and I hear a small gasp from somewhere in the audience, "which has no precedent in living memory. You are now given a chance to defend your actions."
Ken stands erect, chest out. He could not be prouder of himself, the smug bastard. "I knew the minute I laid eyes on Barbie that he is my mate. A wolf can't control who they mark. That's common knowledge."
The Alpha lays his head in his hands for a moment, his exhaustion is palpable. For a man who nearly died from silver poisoning less than a day ago, it is no wonder. I have not forgotten the feel of his powerful body under mine, but my desire for him is markedly less intense than it was. Perhaps it is Ken's mark?
"Junior," says the Alpha, his tone pained, "if you had marked a simple human, the situation would not be so dire. As you have Marked a wik-" and he is interrupted by a not-so-sutble
ahem
from my side, where Almira stands, "-excuse me,
witch
," he apologizes. "As you have a Marked a witch, you have entered into a sacred union with the sworn enemy of our kind. Generations of conflict make this rather complicated."
"Well," says Ken, whose crooked grin both amuses and annoys me, "I can't go back now. He's Marked. It's done. If anyone doesn't like it," and he glares at the Council, "they can deal."
The Council members look scandalized. Privately, I think this is hilarious; however, in light of present company, I keep my face carefully controlled. Almira, esteemed elder, politely coughs into her hand, perhaps covering up her amusement?
One council member, a lithe-looking woman with fiery red curly hair, stands. "Such disrespect from the Alpha's own son!" she cries, accusing.
Another council member, older, supported by a cane, nods vigorously. "The new generation has no respect for custom and tradition!"
"I don't see the problem," retorts another, a smallish balding man. "A mate's a mate, it's not like we get to choose. That's up to Her Radiance."
The fiery red woman snorts. "Oh, and you speak for Her Radiance now? That's rich."
The older one raps his cane against the ground. "Carefully speak Her Radiance's name!"
"Who's to say that Junior didn't just randomly choose?" accuses one from the crowd.
The fiery woman nods aggrievedly, "He's never been particularly concerned with Her Radiance's word before, why start now?"
The Alpha sighs, losing patience, and his unmistakable energy changes the feel of the room. The agitated council members reseat themselves and resume modest poses, unbidden by anything more than the Alpha's outward expression of annoyance. These lycans are quite interesting. Such outspokenness, out of turn no less, would never fly in The Circle; but then, no one would have dared to question Jareth in the first place.
"Members of the council," Ken starts, posturing apologetically now, "Please forgive my rudeness. I am only just mated, and the pheromones are still in their running."
"We know!" calls the old man with the cane, throwing a dirty look my way. I flip him off.
"Please allow me the courtesy of your empathy," Ken says. "I spoke in haste. I'm sure that if any of you felt that your mate was threatened, you would respond similarly." His assumption causes several heads to nod, indicating a split opinion. "Is it really so wrong of me to have marked my moon-given mate? Who among us could claim to resist Her Radiance's bidding? Who among us would want to?" And the voices from the council quell.
"As this matter has no precedent," the Alpha continues, and Ken bows his head submissively, "and since it has already been reported to the inter-pack council, it is important for our pack to have already put a solution in place by the time the representatives of the inter-pack are sent," and the Alpha's brow furrows.
"The Alpha summons the Shaman to share the wisdom of our ancestors," he says, and all heads immediately bow in deference to Elmira, who, looking surprised, pats my leg gently.
