Chapter 3
Z’sharan finished telling a group of eager cubs a story, and sent them back to their parents. He stretched on the branch he was sitting on, his golden eyes surveying his tribe’s tree village. He spotted his brother coming out of the trees with a hunting party, carrying yet another deer carcass on his back. He took it over to the communal fire pit and tossed it down there for whoever was doing the cooking today to attend to. Z’sharan got a thoughtful look in his eyes, and slid off the branch to pad over to where his brother was crouched by the small stream, cleaning the blood off of his body.
“J’Dran,” he said, making his sibling look up at him questioningly. “Can I ask you something?” Z’sharan said as he crouched down beside his brother.
“Sure. What is it?” J’Dran said casually as he continued to scrub at his blood-splattered arms.
Z’sharan hesitated, and then said bluntly: “You’re curious about the cub, aren’t you? Avhonari’s nephew? I could tell.”
J’Dran blinked at him lazily. “So what if I am?” he asked calmly.
He frowned slightly. “I don’t want you to get hurt, J’Dran,” he said softly.
J’Dran laughed, displaying his sharp teeth. “You worry too much, brother. If I decide to play with the cub, what harm is there in that? I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can,” Z’sharan conceded. “But I must also ask you not to hurt the cub too much, either, or it will upset Avhonari. Play with him all you will, but do it gently.”
J’Dran stuck his head in the water, then pulled it up and shook it to make droplets spray everywhere. “I’ve heard your words, Z’sharan,” he said. “And I’ll do as you say. I like your mate. I don’t want to upset him any more than you do – and besides, K’var would be unhappy if I did anything to the cub. And I can’t have that, now can I? Don’t worry so much, brother. I’ll bring this prey down with a minimum of bloodshed,” his golden eyes gleamed as he said this, which made Z’sharan roll his own a bit.
“Very well. Did you want to come to our house for dinner again tonight? K’var would be very pleased if you do,” Z’sharan said tactfully.
“Surely. Your mate has a good cook,” J’Dran said.
Z’sharan nodded and got lithely to his feet. “I’ll meet you an hour before sundown, then," he said to his sibling.
“I’ll be there,” J’Dran replied, waving a hand at him.
Z’sharan walked away, leaving J’Dran hunkered down beside the stream. A small, wicked smile slid over his lips. Playing with the human would be immensely interesting. He was definitely looking forward to it.
Avhonari emerged out the back door of his house, looking for his nephew and son. It was lunch time, and the cook had their meal on the table. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the little tableau in the grass – K’var, in his leopard form, was curled up next to Traggen. Both were sound asleep, Traggen with a hand resting on K’var’s back. Avhonari smiled and shook his head. Apparently the two had worn themselves out playing. He stepped lightly over to them and squatted down, reaching out to lightly touch his son’s shoulder.
K’var’s golden eyes sprang open, and he looked up into his father’s face. “It’s lunchtime, K’var,” Avhonari told him. “Go and Change back while I rouse my nephew.”
The cub sprang up and ran off to Change behind the tree, eager for food. Avhonari shook Traggen’s shoulder until his nephew roused, blinking against the sunlight as he opened his eyes. “Uncle?” he said rather hoarsely.
“You and K’var were taking a nap on the grass, “Avhonari told him. “I hated to disturb you, but lunch is ready. Are you hungry?”
He was. Traggen sat up, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. “Yes. Where’s K’var?”
“Changing. He can’t go into the house as a leopard,” Avhonari pointed out wryly. “Ah, here he is,” he added as his now human son reappeared from around the tree and darted up to them.
“Food?” K’var asked hopefully, making his parent laugh.
“Yes, food. Come on, Traggen,” Avhonari got to his feet and leaned over to give his nephew a helping hand up. Traggen needed it, for sleeping on the ground had made him rather stiff. He groaned as he tried to stretch his muscles. K’var came over to take his hand. Traggen allowed himself to be towed into the house, with an amused Avhonari bringing up the rear.
After lunch, Avhonari took K’var with him into his study to continue with his son’s lessons. He was teaching K’var to read and write, and the cub was taking to it readily. Traggen went into his room to unpack the small satchel that he’d brought with him, which only had two changes of clothing in it. He frowned over this fact, thinking that he’d have to talk to his uncle soon about getting him some more clothes. He really wanted a bath, and after a bit of debate he went to the door of the study and knocked. When Avhonari called for him to come in, he opened the door and stepped inside. “I hate to bother you, Uncle,” he told Avhonari, “But I would like to take a bath.”
“Ah, yes. I don’t blame you. Wait here for a moment, K’var,” he said, touching his son’s shoulder as he got to his feet. He left the cub busily writing in the copy book in front of him, and led Traggen out of the study and down the hallway.
“Here,” he came to a door and opened it.
He stepped back, giving Traggen a good view of what was in the room beyond. He gasped when he saw a large pool built into the stone floor of the room. It was full of water, and steam gently wafted up from its surface. “I had the house built over this hot springs,” Avhonari explained to his nephew. “There is always plenty of warm water to bathe in. There are soap and towels in the cupboard,” he pointed to a large wooden cupboard set against one wall of the room. “Help yourself, and take your time. It’s very pleasant just to soak in the bath, and it will help with your sore muscles.”
“Thank you, Uncle,” he said fervently.
"I’ll leave you to it,” Avhonari stepped out of the room, and Traggen gratefully began to shed his clothes. He dipped a toe in the water, finding it hot but not boiling. He carefully stepped into the pool, sighing in bliss as he sank down onto a stone seat built into one side. Oh Gods, this was wonderful! The hot water was easing away his aches. He hated to get out of the pool for even a moment, but he had to to get some soap and towel. He set these by the pool and climbed back in happily, using some of the soft soap to wash his body and hair. Mmm, it was so nice to be clean again! He ducked his head under the water, coming up when he had to breathe. When he was finally clean and turning a bit red from the heat, he reluctantly crawled out and rubbed himself down with the soft towel.
He didn’t want to wear his dirty clothing any more, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and padded down the hallway to his bedroom to get one of the changes of clothing that he’d brought with him. Once he was dressed, Traggen curled up on his bed and waited for his hair to dry. He half-closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift. His mind went to K’var and the cub’s transformation into a leopard. It made him curious to see what the adult form looked like – and that led him inevitably to think about J’Dran.
That big, powerful, muscular creature! It made his mouth go dry to even contemplate ending up in J’Dran’s hands. Yes, the wereleopard thoroughly irritated him – but he’d been without a bed partner for almost three years! He’d sleep with a rock at the moment, let alone someone who was virile and sexy if incredibly annoying. Hmm…how to get J’Dran to couple with him? He’d have to think about it.
His hand drifted down to the front of his breeches, and he released his rock-hard cock. It seemed to be silently urging him on, reminding him of how long it had gone without any kind of sex except masturbation. He sighed as he took it in hand. ‘Just a little bit longer, I hope,’ he thought at it as he began to stroke himself slowly. It twitched in his grip as though in reply, and precum leaked over the head and wetted his fingers as he groaned softly.
Traggen took his time, thinking about J’Dran and imaging the wereleopard touching him everywhere. His back arched off the bed a little, and his mouth opened as he panted for breath. His eyes glazed as he felt himself rising up toward orgasm. His seed spilled out of his body as he let out a wavering moan, falling back on the bed in a dreamy fugue state. That had been pretty good. Not as good as the real thing, of course, but he’d seldom even found the time and privacy back home to masturbate in peace. Languidly he ran a hand down his belly, rubbing the semen into his skin with his hand. He already felt better, and he’d only been living in his uncle’s house for a day. He felt gratitude to both his ingenious relative and the Gods for helping him to get out of the horrible situation he’d been stuck in for so long. Any more of that, and he really would have gone mad.
When he’d cleaned himself up (again) he wandered down to the study. A bolt of lightning fell on him, as K’var hugged him around the waist. “I’m all done!” the boy sang out.
He smiled and touched the child’s amber hair. “Are you? Did you learn a lot today?”
“Yes! Father Avhonari says that I’ll make a great scholar when I grow up,” K’var chirped happily.
Traggen smiled wryly. “Better you than I,” he said. “Uncle tried to turn me into a scholar in my youth, but it never took.”
“That’s because I could never get you to pay attention,” Avhonari remarked from behind his child, although his voice was more affectionate than chiding.
Traggen shrugged. “There were always a thousand things to do more interesting than studying books, Uncle,” he teased.
Avhonari smiled. “Yes, I know. Would you take K’var outside and entertain him for a bit? I have some work to do, and he’s restless from sitting down for so long.”
“Of course. Let’s go, K’var,” Traggen headed for the back door, with the cub bouncing along beside him chattering a mile a minute.
Once outside, K’var got him into a lively game of ‘catch’ with a painted wooden ball that Avhonari had gotten for him. The boy’s laughter was sparkling and merry as he darted after the ball, pouncing on it like a kitten. Which was actually true, Traggen thought to himself with a faint grin. He caught the ball lobbed at him by the overexcited cub, returning the throw deftly. They played for a long time, until even K’var was tired. Then they sat on the grass and talked, while K’var made whistles from the long grass and blew on them to produce squeaky sounds that weren’t very musical. But his attention got captured by a butterfly, and he ran off to chase it from flower-to-flower while Traggen leaned back on his elbows in the grass and turned his face up to the sun.
The day ran away in a pleasant daze. Traggen lifted his head when K’var screeched and took off down the field toward the jungle’s edge, only to throw himself excitedly onto the large figure walking out of the trees. J’Dran scooped the cub up and set him on his shoulder, while K’var clung to his neck and talked to him. Traggen felt his stomach do a funny little lurch inside of him at the sight of J’Dran, and when the golden eyes came to rest on him it intensified even more. He forced himself not to leer openly at the big wereleopard’s charms, but it wasn’t easy. “Cousin Traggen! Uncle J’Dran’s come to eat dinner with us again!” K’var called excitedly from his shoulder.
“Is he? How nice,” Traggen drawled.
J’Dran looked down at him. “Greetings again, little one,” he said coolly.
Traggen’s eyes narrowed. Much as he wanted J’Dran, the wereleopard was so very irritating…still, the demands of a deprived body would outweigh his irritation, he was sure of that. So all he said was: “Greeting, J’Dran,” in as neutral a voice as he could muster.
Traggen could feel himself being watched. But every time that he looked up from his plate no one was looking at him. It was strange and rather disturbing. His eyes ran over all of the people at the table, but Avhonari was talking to Z’sharan, and K’var was chattering at his uncle J’Dran. Traggen frowned and ate a piece of venison, chewing at it thoughtfully.
When dinner was over, all of them retired to the porch to enjoy the evening once again. Avhonari and Z’sharan sat side-by-side on the bench together, while K’var rode J’Dran’s shoulders as the big wereleopard trotted around the field. It was pretty dark out there, but J’Dran didn’t seem to be deterred by that. But then, Traggen suspected that the wereleopard had much better night-sight than a human did. He himself sat on the porch steps, letting the evening breeze lift his hair. And he only occasionally glanced at the pair out in the semi-darkness, of course. Because he could control himself. Sort of. Oh hells, who was he kidding? He’d been without any kind of sex except the occasional bout of masturbation. He needed to get laid, and soon. Of course, there were men in the village he might be able to seduce…As J’Dran didn’t seem to like him very much.
Traggen felt rather depressed about this thought. J’Dran was the sexiest creature he’d come across in AGES. He wanted that wereleopard to just lick him all over…to touch him with those big hands…to fuck him like the animal he was. He moved a little at these thoughts, feeling his cock twitch and come to life under his breeches. Damn it! This wasn’t good at all. Maybe he’d have to go trolling in the village tomorrow, and see if he spotted any likely candidates there who could fuck him instead. There had to be SOMEBODY.
J’Dran came trotting back with a laughing K’var on his shoulders. The cub thrust out his head and called to Traggen: “Cousin Traggen, you should let Uncle J’Dran give you a ride on his back too!”
Traggen blinked at this suggestion as K’var giggled helplessly at his expression. “I’m not that small!” he protested indignantly as Avhonari and Z’sharan both chuckled behind him.
J’Dran eyed him. “You seem pretty small to me,” he drawled. “You can have a ride on my shoulders if you want, little one.”
Traggen frowned awfully at him. “No thank you,” he sniffed.
K’var scrambled down from atop his uncle and ran over to jump on Traggen. “You should do it!” he piped. “It’s great fun.”
Traggen sighed. “I’m sure it is…” he began.
“It’s all right, cub. If he doesn’t want a ride, we shouldn’t force him into taking one,” J’Dran remarked.
There was something about the way he said the word ‘ride’ that made Traggen give him a suspicious look. The golden eyes went lidded, and a very small smile curled up the sensual lips.
Traggen felt his stomach muscles clench and his groin throb. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he felt breathless. Was J’Dran…? Insinuating something? No, he had to be imagining things. He’d gone without so long that he could hear sexual innuendo in any statement at all.
K’var wriggled in his lap, making him gasp and gently disengage the cub. He didn’t want the boy to feel his straining erection. Avhonari spoke up, for which Traggen was grateful: “K’var, my son, its bedtime.”
The cub’s face fell. “But Father Avhonari!” he cried, “I want to talk to Cousin Traggen some more!”
“You can talk to him again tomorrow,” Avhonari pointed out gently. “And every day after that, as he’s to live here with us from now on. But you need your sleep.”
K’var brightened up at his words. Z’sharan rose to his feet. “Say goodnight to your cousin and uncle, cub,” he told the boy.
K’var turned to Traggen. “Goodnight, Cousin Traggen. Goodnight, Uncle J’Dran,” he called to the wereleopard.
“Goodnight, cub. Sleep well,” J’Dran replied.
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Z’sharan finished telling a group of eager cubs a story, and sent them back to their parents. He stretched on the branch he was sitting on, his golden eyes surveying his tribe’s tree village. He spotted his brother coming out of the trees with a hunting party, carrying yet another deer carcass on his back. He took it over to the communal fire pit and tossed it down there for whoever was doing the cooking today to attend to. Z’sharan got a thoughtful look in his eyes, and slid off the branch to pad over to where his brother was crouched by the small stream, cleaning the blood off of his body.
“J’Dran,” he said, making his sibling look up at him questioningly. “Can I ask you something?” Z’sharan said as he crouched down beside his brother.
“Sure. What is it?” J’Dran said casually as he continued to scrub at his blood-splattered arms.
Z’sharan hesitated, and then said bluntly: “You’re curious about the cub, aren’t you? Avhonari’s nephew? I could tell.”
J’Dran blinked at him lazily. “So what if I am?” he asked calmly.
He frowned slightly. “I don’t want you to get hurt, J’Dran,” he said softly.
J’Dran laughed, displaying his sharp teeth. “You worry too much, brother. If I decide to play with the cub, what harm is there in that? I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can,” Z’sharan conceded. “But I must also ask you not to hurt the cub too much, either, or it will upset Avhonari. Play with him all you will, but do it gently.”
J’Dran stuck his head in the water, then pulled it up and shook it to make droplets spray everywhere. “I’ve heard your words, Z’sharan,” he said. “And I’ll do as you say. I like your mate. I don’t want to upset him any more than you do – and besides, K’var would be unhappy if I did anything to the cub. And I can’t have that, now can I? Don’t worry so much, brother. I’ll bring this prey down with a minimum of bloodshed,” his golden eyes gleamed as he said this, which made Z’sharan roll his own a bit.
“Very well. Did you want to come to our house for dinner again tonight? K’var would be very pleased if you do,” Z’sharan said tactfully.
“Surely. Your mate has a good cook,” J’Dran said.
Z’sharan nodded and got lithely to his feet. “I’ll meet you an hour before sundown, then," he said to his sibling.
“I’ll be there,” J’Dran replied, waving a hand at him.
Z’sharan walked away, leaving J’Dran hunkered down beside the stream. A small, wicked smile slid over his lips. Playing with the human would be immensely interesting. He was definitely looking forward to it.
Avhonari emerged out the back door of his house, looking for his nephew and son. It was lunch time, and the cook had their meal on the table. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the little tableau in the grass – K’var, in his leopard form, was curled up next to Traggen. Both were sound asleep, Traggen with a hand resting on K’var’s back. Avhonari smiled and shook his head. Apparently the two had worn themselves out playing. He stepped lightly over to them and squatted down, reaching out to lightly touch his son’s shoulder.
K’var’s golden eyes sprang open, and he looked up into his father’s face. “It’s lunchtime, K’var,” Avhonari told him. “Go and Change back while I rouse my nephew.”
The cub sprang up and ran off to Change behind the tree, eager for food. Avhonari shook Traggen’s shoulder until his nephew roused, blinking against the sunlight as he opened his eyes. “Uncle?” he said rather hoarsely.
“You and K’var were taking a nap on the grass, “Avhonari told him. “I hated to disturb you, but lunch is ready. Are you hungry?”
He was. Traggen sat up, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. “Yes. Where’s K’var?”
“Changing. He can’t go into the house as a leopard,” Avhonari pointed out wryly. “Ah, here he is,” he added as his now human son reappeared from around the tree and darted up to them.
“Food?” K’var asked hopefully, making his parent laugh.
“Yes, food. Come on, Traggen,” Avhonari got to his feet and leaned over to give his nephew a helping hand up. Traggen needed it, for sleeping on the ground had made him rather stiff. He groaned as he tried to stretch his muscles. K’var came over to take his hand. Traggen allowed himself to be towed into the house, with an amused Avhonari bringing up the rear.
After lunch, Avhonari took K’var with him into his study to continue with his son’s lessons. He was teaching K’var to read and write, and the cub was taking to it readily. Traggen went into his room to unpack the small satchel that he’d brought with him, which only had two changes of clothing in it. He frowned over this fact, thinking that he’d have to talk to his uncle soon about getting him some more clothes. He really wanted a bath, and after a bit of debate he went to the door of the study and knocked. When Avhonari called for him to come in, he opened the door and stepped inside. “I hate to bother you, Uncle,” he told Avhonari, “But I would like to take a bath.”
“Ah, yes. I don’t blame you. Wait here for a moment, K’var,” he said, touching his son’s shoulder as he got to his feet. He left the cub busily writing in the copy book in front of him, and led Traggen out of the study and down the hallway.
“Here,” he came to a door and opened it.
He stepped back, giving Traggen a good view of what was in the room beyond. He gasped when he saw a large pool built into the stone floor of the room. It was full of water, and steam gently wafted up from its surface. “I had the house built over this hot springs,” Avhonari explained to his nephew. “There is always plenty of warm water to bathe in. There are soap and towels in the cupboard,” he pointed to a large wooden cupboard set against one wall of the room. “Help yourself, and take your time. It’s very pleasant just to soak in the bath, and it will help with your sore muscles.”
“Thank you, Uncle,” he said fervently.
"I’ll leave you to it,” Avhonari stepped out of the room, and Traggen gratefully began to shed his clothes. He dipped a toe in the water, finding it hot but not boiling. He carefully stepped into the pool, sighing in bliss as he sank down onto a stone seat built into one side. Oh Gods, this was wonderful! The hot water was easing away his aches. He hated to get out of the pool for even a moment, but he had to to get some soap and towel. He set these by the pool and climbed back in happily, using some of the soft soap to wash his body and hair. Mmm, it was so nice to be clean again! He ducked his head under the water, coming up when he had to breathe. When he was finally clean and turning a bit red from the heat, he reluctantly crawled out and rubbed himself down with the soft towel.
He didn’t want to wear his dirty clothing any more, so he wrapped the towel around his waist and padded down the hallway to his bedroom to get one of the changes of clothing that he’d brought with him. Once he was dressed, Traggen curled up on his bed and waited for his hair to dry. He half-closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift. His mind went to K’var and the cub’s transformation into a leopard. It made him curious to see what the adult form looked like – and that led him inevitably to think about J’Dran.
That big, powerful, muscular creature! It made his mouth go dry to even contemplate ending up in J’Dran’s hands. Yes, the wereleopard thoroughly irritated him – but he’d been without a bed partner for almost three years! He’d sleep with a rock at the moment, let alone someone who was virile and sexy if incredibly annoying. Hmm…how to get J’Dran to couple with him? He’d have to think about it.
His hand drifted down to the front of his breeches, and he released his rock-hard cock. It seemed to be silently urging him on, reminding him of how long it had gone without any kind of sex except masturbation. He sighed as he took it in hand. ‘Just a little bit longer, I hope,’ he thought at it as he began to stroke himself slowly. It twitched in his grip as though in reply, and precum leaked over the head and wetted his fingers as he groaned softly.
Traggen took his time, thinking about J’Dran and imaging the wereleopard touching him everywhere. His back arched off the bed a little, and his mouth opened as he panted for breath. His eyes glazed as he felt himself rising up toward orgasm. His seed spilled out of his body as he let out a wavering moan, falling back on the bed in a dreamy fugue state. That had been pretty good. Not as good as the real thing, of course, but he’d seldom even found the time and privacy back home to masturbate in peace. Languidly he ran a hand down his belly, rubbing the semen into his skin with his hand. He already felt better, and he’d only been living in his uncle’s house for a day. He felt gratitude to both his ingenious relative and the Gods for helping him to get out of the horrible situation he’d been stuck in for so long. Any more of that, and he really would have gone mad.
When he’d cleaned himself up (again) he wandered down to the study. A bolt of lightning fell on him, as K’var hugged him around the waist. “I’m all done!” the boy sang out.
He smiled and touched the child’s amber hair. “Are you? Did you learn a lot today?”
“Yes! Father Avhonari says that I’ll make a great scholar when I grow up,” K’var chirped happily.
Traggen smiled wryly. “Better you than I,” he said. “Uncle tried to turn me into a scholar in my youth, but it never took.”
“That’s because I could never get you to pay attention,” Avhonari remarked from behind his child, although his voice was more affectionate than chiding.
Traggen shrugged. “There were always a thousand things to do more interesting than studying books, Uncle,” he teased.
Avhonari smiled. “Yes, I know. Would you take K’var outside and entertain him for a bit? I have some work to do, and he’s restless from sitting down for so long.”
“Of course. Let’s go, K’var,” Traggen headed for the back door, with the cub bouncing along beside him chattering a mile a minute.
Once outside, K’var got him into a lively game of ‘catch’ with a painted wooden ball that Avhonari had gotten for him. The boy’s laughter was sparkling and merry as he darted after the ball, pouncing on it like a kitten. Which was actually true, Traggen thought to himself with a faint grin. He caught the ball lobbed at him by the overexcited cub, returning the throw deftly. They played for a long time, until even K’var was tired. Then they sat on the grass and talked, while K’var made whistles from the long grass and blew on them to produce squeaky sounds that weren’t very musical. But his attention got captured by a butterfly, and he ran off to chase it from flower-to-flower while Traggen leaned back on his elbows in the grass and turned his face up to the sun.
The day ran away in a pleasant daze. Traggen lifted his head when K’var screeched and took off down the field toward the jungle’s edge, only to throw himself excitedly onto the large figure walking out of the trees. J’Dran scooped the cub up and set him on his shoulder, while K’var clung to his neck and talked to him. Traggen felt his stomach do a funny little lurch inside of him at the sight of J’Dran, and when the golden eyes came to rest on him it intensified even more. He forced himself not to leer openly at the big wereleopard’s charms, but it wasn’t easy. “Cousin Traggen! Uncle J’Dran’s come to eat dinner with us again!” K’var called excitedly from his shoulder.
“Is he? How nice,” Traggen drawled.
J’Dran looked down at him. “Greetings again, little one,” he said coolly.
Traggen’s eyes narrowed. Much as he wanted J’Dran, the wereleopard was so very irritating…still, the demands of a deprived body would outweigh his irritation, he was sure of that. So all he said was: “Greeting, J’Dran,” in as neutral a voice as he could muster.
Traggen could feel himself being watched. But every time that he looked up from his plate no one was looking at him. It was strange and rather disturbing. His eyes ran over all of the people at the table, but Avhonari was talking to Z’sharan, and K’var was chattering at his uncle J’Dran. Traggen frowned and ate a piece of venison, chewing at it thoughtfully.
When dinner was over, all of them retired to the porch to enjoy the evening once again. Avhonari and Z’sharan sat side-by-side on the bench together, while K’var rode J’Dran’s shoulders as the big wereleopard trotted around the field. It was pretty dark out there, but J’Dran didn’t seem to be deterred by that. But then, Traggen suspected that the wereleopard had much better night-sight than a human did. He himself sat on the porch steps, letting the evening breeze lift his hair. And he only occasionally glanced at the pair out in the semi-darkness, of course. Because he could control himself. Sort of. Oh hells, who was he kidding? He’d been without any kind of sex except the occasional bout of masturbation. He needed to get laid, and soon. Of course, there were men in the village he might be able to seduce…As J’Dran didn’t seem to like him very much.
Traggen felt rather depressed about this thought. J’Dran was the sexiest creature he’d come across in AGES. He wanted that wereleopard to just lick him all over…to touch him with those big hands…to fuck him like the animal he was. He moved a little at these thoughts, feeling his cock twitch and come to life under his breeches. Damn it! This wasn’t good at all. Maybe he’d have to go trolling in the village tomorrow, and see if he spotted any likely candidates there who could fuck him instead. There had to be SOMEBODY.
J’Dran came trotting back with a laughing K’var on his shoulders. The cub thrust out his head and called to Traggen: “Cousin Traggen, you should let Uncle J’Dran give you a ride on his back too!”
Traggen blinked at this suggestion as K’var giggled helplessly at his expression. “I’m not that small!” he protested indignantly as Avhonari and Z’sharan both chuckled behind him.
J’Dran eyed him. “You seem pretty small to me,” he drawled. “You can have a ride on my shoulders if you want, little one.”
Traggen frowned awfully at him. “No thank you,” he sniffed.
K’var scrambled down from atop his uncle and ran over to jump on Traggen. “You should do it!” he piped. “It’s great fun.”
Traggen sighed. “I’m sure it is…” he began.
“It’s all right, cub. If he doesn’t want a ride, we shouldn’t force him into taking one,” J’Dran remarked.
There was something about the way he said the word ‘ride’ that made Traggen give him a suspicious look. The golden eyes went lidded, and a very small smile curled up the sensual lips.
Traggen felt his stomach muscles clench and his groin throb. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he felt breathless. Was J’Dran…? Insinuating something? No, he had to be imagining things. He’d gone without so long that he could hear sexual innuendo in any statement at all.
K’var wriggled in his lap, making him gasp and gently disengage the cub. He didn’t want the boy to feel his straining erection. Avhonari spoke up, for which Traggen was grateful: “K’var, my son, its bedtime.”
The cub’s face fell. “But Father Avhonari!” he cried, “I want to talk to Cousin Traggen some more!”
“You can talk to him again tomorrow,” Avhonari pointed out gently. “And every day after that, as he’s to live here with us from now on. But you need your sleep.”
K’var brightened up at his words. Z’sharan rose to his feet. “Say goodnight to your cousin and uncle, cub,” he told the boy.
K’var turned to Traggen. “Goodnight, Cousin Traggen. Goodnight, Uncle J’Dran,” he called to the wereleopard.
“Goodnight, cub. Sleep well,” J’Dran replied.
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