Chapter 4
After an interminable amount of time(or so it seemed to K’var) they arrived at a small clearing deep in the jungle. The human guards would not be able to follow them here, even if they had already realized that the leopard that they’d caught was gone from the cage in the square. R’shan stopped in his tracks, standing still in the middle of the clearing. His whole big body quivered with effort, and K’var realized after a moment that he was trying to Change. Between the time he’d spent in the iron cage and his injuries, it was clearly very difficult for him.
But finally, with a low sound of pain, he began to Change. K’var also initiated his Change, although his did it much quicker and easier than the struggling R’shan. He ran over and knelt down next to the hunter, nearly wringing his hands as he watched to see if R’shan managed to complete his Change or if he got stuck in a half-form. He gave forth a glad little cry when R’shan finally lay panting in the grass, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Are you all right, R’shan?!” he cried anxiously.
One of the hunter’s eyes opened and slewed in his direction. “K’var,” he growled, and his tone of voice made the young wereleopard cringe again.
“Y-Yes?” his voice was quavering as he spoke.
“I only thought that you were a danger to our tribe before,” R’shan said, rage in his deep voice. “But now I know it to be the truth! You put us all in jeopardy for your own amusement! And something tells me that this is not the first time that you’ve gone among those humans, is it?”
K’var shivered, but answered bravely: “No, it's not the first time. But it's not for my amusement, R’shan! And I don’t put our tribe in danger! In fact, I’m trying to help!” He said earnestly.
The hunter groaned, rolling onto his side and struggling up on his arm as he glared at K’var. “Help?!” he spat. “You call that helping? If those humans discover your true nature, they will invade the jungle looking for us! The whole tribe will suffer for your foolishness!”
K’var felt another emotion overlay his anxiety and worry: Anger. R’shan was always yelling at him! The hunter never listened to a word he said, and treated him like some insufferable cub. He’d just had enough! “Well, that’s not going to happen!” he yelled, glaring down at R’shan. “Because I’m always careful! I can’t help it that you were captured, but you wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t been following me around like you always do, just waiting for me to make some slip up so that you can lecture me or yell at me!”
“Why are you always so mean to me, R’shan?! Why can’t you accept the fact that I might do things not because I’m an irresponsible, thoughtless cub but because I want to help our people! I go to that human village to mingle with them and learn how to act like them, just in case someone gets captured like you did! That way, I could slip in and help them to escape rather than us going to war against the humans! Do you know how many might get hurt or killed trying to do that?! Then the humans would know about our existence, too! And I intended to eventually teach others of our people how to do the same, so that we would be ready just in case one of us got captured! I won’t let what happened to my Father Z’sharan happen to anybody else if I can help it! Not even you! I could have left you in that cage so that I wouldn’t get into trouble, you know! You could have ended up in the human lands, on display in an iron cage forever! But no! I couldn’t leave you there, even though you’re horrible and it's your fault that you got caught anyway! Now yell at me or punish me, I don’t care ANYMORE!” his voice rose to a near scream, and his body was quivering with rage as he glared down at R’shan.
The hunter’s mouth opened, but no sound issued forth. He was looking at K’var as though he’d suddenly grown a second head. Finally he said: “Is that true? You go among those humans to learn their ways?”
K’var blinked. “Yes,” he said softly. “I’ve learned much from Father Avhonari and Cousin Traggen, but I needed to know even more. Humans are all so different - I needed to know the way that they think and behave so I could pass as one if necessary. And I learned to use a sword from Cousin Traggen so that I could fight if I had to.”
“I see,” R’shan commented. “And have you told anyone else about what you’re doing?”
He shook his head. “No, not even my fathers. I wasn’t sure how they’d react - and I knew that my fathers would be worried about me. So I’ve been doing it in secret for now.”
R’shan’s eyes had gone lidded. He appeared to be thinking deeply. At last he sighed, while a nervous K’var waited to see what he’d say. “I begin to understand,” the hunter commented, talking to himself more than K’var.
“What? What do you understand?” K’var asked, looking down at the half-prone hunter.
R’shan sighed deeply. His eyes met K’var’s. “I begin to understand the reason why I react to you as I do.”
K’var was puzzled by his words. But then he yelped, as a long arm reached out and grabbed him. He found himself dragged closer to R’shan, and his breath left him in a rush as the hunter brought their faces even closer still. “K’var, you always act like a cub,” R’shan growled softly. “Maybe not as much as I’d thought, but in some areas…” his breath fell on K’var’s skin, making him shiver for some reason. “And I don’t want you to act like a cub,” he said, his voice low and growly. The sound of it made strange things happen in K’var’s mid-section. “I want you to understand certain things, to look at me not in the way a cub would look at a disapproving adult, but in the way that one adult looks at another.”
K’var croaked: “What do you mean?”
R’shan sighed in frustration. “K’var,” he said in exasperation. “Surely you understand, at least a little bit. After all, your fathers are a mated pair. And so is your cousin and your Uncle J’Dran. What I mean is - I want you to look at me like your Father Z’sharan looks at your Father Avhonari.” his clawed fingertips stroked up K’var’s arm, leaving a wash of warmth and tingles in their wake.
“Oh,” K’var said, feeling decidedly stupid. He could barely breathe as he looked down into the suddenly hot amber gaze. “Y-You want to…with me?” he said, amazed.
R’shan snorted. “For some strange reason, yes I do.” his fingers trailed up K’var’s neck, making the young wereleopard shiver. “You are impossible,” he growled. “I shouldn’t want a youngling who drives me mad, and acts like a cub all the time. But I do. I do, K’var.”
K’var didn’t know what to say. In spite of the fact that he’d grown up in a household where nudity was common, and both sets of mated adults coupled often and easily, somehow he’d just never thought about wanting something like that for himself. In all of his exchanges with R’shan, he’d never even once thought about why he and the hunter fought so much. He drew in a shuddering breath. “I…I thought that you hated me, R’shan.”
“I think it is more like frustration with you, K’var,” the hunter replied dryly. His hand gripped the back of K’var’s neck, pulling him even closer. “I have heard of this peculiar human preoccupation called ‘kissing’,” R’shan remarked in a tone of voice that made K’var quiver, “You must have seen it. Show me, K’var. Demonstrate it to me.”
He made a small sound, his eyes now unable to look away from R’shan’s. They seemed to be glowing, drawing him in…he leaned forward just a bit more, and his mouth closed over R’shan’s in the way that he’d seen his fathers do so many times before this. The hunter didn’t move, waiting to see what he’d do next. He tried moving his mouth experimentally, remembering other things that he’d seen. R’shan’s lips were warm and firm, and his body responded instinctively. He clutched at the hunter’s broad shoulders as he tried kissing, and after a bit R’shan began to respond as he learned from what K’var was doing.
He moaned in his throat as R’shan’s mouth moved over his. He found himself being pulled atop R’shan, as the hunter rolled to lay on his back in the grass. K’var found himself sprawled on that hard warm body, and cradled by a pair of strong arms. Hands ran down his bare back caressingly. He whimpered as they found his buttocks and gently squeezed the cheeks. His cock, dormant until now, was rubbing against the firm muscles of R’shan’s stomach. The hands cupping his ass slid to his hips and began to move him, helping him along. K’var cried out into the mouth over his, writhing as his cock left a trail of moisture on R’shan’s skin.
Their mouths parted. K’var panted helplessly. “R’shannnn…” he moaned, “Ohhh…”
“This is what adults do, K’var,” the hunter growled, watching his face intently. “Do you understand now why I wanted you to stop acting like a cub?”
He couldn’t answer. The friction on his penis was driving him toward something astonishing. His claws dug into the skin of R’shan’s shoulders as he rose toward whatever it was, unable to stop himself and not caring in the least. A wailing cry escaped his lips, and he bucked against the hunter as his vision went dark and his body was swamped with pleasure. He came, shuddering, his seed spilling out over R’shan’s stomach in a long trail.
K’var collapsed atop the hunter, panting and spent. R’shan simply held him, saying nothing, as he recovered. His eyes flickered open, and he looked into the amber gaze watching him. “Oh,” he said, stirring a bit. “R’shan. T-That was…”
The hunter smiled slightly. “I know, K’var,” he replied simply. “I know.”
K’var snuggled up to R’shan, laying his head on the hunter’s shoulder.
“You want to mate with me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” R’shan said. “But not now, K’var. I don’t think that I’m up to it.”
K’var yelped as he remembered R’shan’s wounds. He rolled off the hunter. “Are you badly hurt?” he asked anxiously.
“I think that I’ll live.” R’shan groaned as he pushed himself up on his forearms. “But you might have to help me to the village, K’var.”
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After an interminable amount of time(or so it seemed to K’var) they arrived at a small clearing deep in the jungle. The human guards would not be able to follow them here, even if they had already realized that the leopard that they’d caught was gone from the cage in the square. R’shan stopped in his tracks, standing still in the middle of the clearing. His whole big body quivered with effort, and K’var realized after a moment that he was trying to Change. Between the time he’d spent in the iron cage and his injuries, it was clearly very difficult for him.
But finally, with a low sound of pain, he began to Change. K’var also initiated his Change, although his did it much quicker and easier than the struggling R’shan. He ran over and knelt down next to the hunter, nearly wringing his hands as he watched to see if R’shan managed to complete his Change or if he got stuck in a half-form. He gave forth a glad little cry when R’shan finally lay panting in the grass, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Are you all right, R’shan?!” he cried anxiously.
One of the hunter’s eyes opened and slewed in his direction. “K’var,” he growled, and his tone of voice made the young wereleopard cringe again.
“Y-Yes?” his voice was quavering as he spoke.
“I only thought that you were a danger to our tribe before,” R’shan said, rage in his deep voice. “But now I know it to be the truth! You put us all in jeopardy for your own amusement! And something tells me that this is not the first time that you’ve gone among those humans, is it?”
K’var shivered, but answered bravely: “No, it's not the first time. But it's not for my amusement, R’shan! And I don’t put our tribe in danger! In fact, I’m trying to help!” He said earnestly.
The hunter groaned, rolling onto his side and struggling up on his arm as he glared at K’var. “Help?!” he spat. “You call that helping? If those humans discover your true nature, they will invade the jungle looking for us! The whole tribe will suffer for your foolishness!”
K’var felt another emotion overlay his anxiety and worry: Anger. R’shan was always yelling at him! The hunter never listened to a word he said, and treated him like some insufferable cub. He’d just had enough! “Well, that’s not going to happen!” he yelled, glaring down at R’shan. “Because I’m always careful! I can’t help it that you were captured, but you wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t been following me around like you always do, just waiting for me to make some slip up so that you can lecture me or yell at me!”
“Why are you always so mean to me, R’shan?! Why can’t you accept the fact that I might do things not because I’m an irresponsible, thoughtless cub but because I want to help our people! I go to that human village to mingle with them and learn how to act like them, just in case someone gets captured like you did! That way, I could slip in and help them to escape rather than us going to war against the humans! Do you know how many might get hurt or killed trying to do that?! Then the humans would know about our existence, too! And I intended to eventually teach others of our people how to do the same, so that we would be ready just in case one of us got captured! I won’t let what happened to my Father Z’sharan happen to anybody else if I can help it! Not even you! I could have left you in that cage so that I wouldn’t get into trouble, you know! You could have ended up in the human lands, on display in an iron cage forever! But no! I couldn’t leave you there, even though you’re horrible and it's your fault that you got caught anyway! Now yell at me or punish me, I don’t care ANYMORE!” his voice rose to a near scream, and his body was quivering with rage as he glared down at R’shan.
The hunter’s mouth opened, but no sound issued forth. He was looking at K’var as though he’d suddenly grown a second head. Finally he said: “Is that true? You go among those humans to learn their ways?”
K’var blinked. “Yes,” he said softly. “I’ve learned much from Father Avhonari and Cousin Traggen, but I needed to know even more. Humans are all so different - I needed to know the way that they think and behave so I could pass as one if necessary. And I learned to use a sword from Cousin Traggen so that I could fight if I had to.”
“I see,” R’shan commented. “And have you told anyone else about what you’re doing?”
He shook his head. “No, not even my fathers. I wasn’t sure how they’d react - and I knew that my fathers would be worried about me. So I’ve been doing it in secret for now.”
R’shan’s eyes had gone lidded. He appeared to be thinking deeply. At last he sighed, while a nervous K’var waited to see what he’d say. “I begin to understand,” the hunter commented, talking to himself more than K’var.
“What? What do you understand?” K’var asked, looking down at the half-prone hunter.
R’shan sighed deeply. His eyes met K’var’s. “I begin to understand the reason why I react to you as I do.”
K’var was puzzled by his words. But then he yelped, as a long arm reached out and grabbed him. He found himself dragged closer to R’shan, and his breath left him in a rush as the hunter brought their faces even closer still. “K’var, you always act like a cub,” R’shan growled softly. “Maybe not as much as I’d thought, but in some areas…” his breath fell on K’var’s skin, making him shiver for some reason. “And I don’t want you to act like a cub,” he said, his voice low and growly. The sound of it made strange things happen in K’var’s mid-section. “I want you to understand certain things, to look at me not in the way a cub would look at a disapproving adult, but in the way that one adult looks at another.”
K’var croaked: “What do you mean?”
R’shan sighed in frustration. “K’var,” he said in exasperation. “Surely you understand, at least a little bit. After all, your fathers are a mated pair. And so is your cousin and your Uncle J’Dran. What I mean is - I want you to look at me like your Father Z’sharan looks at your Father Avhonari.” his clawed fingertips stroked up K’var’s arm, leaving a wash of warmth and tingles in their wake.
“Oh,” K’var said, feeling decidedly stupid. He could barely breathe as he looked down into the suddenly hot amber gaze. “Y-You want to…with me?” he said, amazed.
R’shan snorted. “For some strange reason, yes I do.” his fingers trailed up K’var’s neck, making the young wereleopard shiver. “You are impossible,” he growled. “I shouldn’t want a youngling who drives me mad, and acts like a cub all the time. But I do. I do, K’var.”
K’var didn’t know what to say. In spite of the fact that he’d grown up in a household where nudity was common, and both sets of mated adults coupled often and easily, somehow he’d just never thought about wanting something like that for himself. In all of his exchanges with R’shan, he’d never even once thought about why he and the hunter fought so much. He drew in a shuddering breath. “I…I thought that you hated me, R’shan.”
“I think it is more like frustration with you, K’var,” the hunter replied dryly. His hand gripped the back of K’var’s neck, pulling him even closer. “I have heard of this peculiar human preoccupation called ‘kissing’,” R’shan remarked in a tone of voice that made K’var quiver, “You must have seen it. Show me, K’var. Demonstrate it to me.”
He made a small sound, his eyes now unable to look away from R’shan’s. They seemed to be glowing, drawing him in…he leaned forward just a bit more, and his mouth closed over R’shan’s in the way that he’d seen his fathers do so many times before this. The hunter didn’t move, waiting to see what he’d do next. He tried moving his mouth experimentally, remembering other things that he’d seen. R’shan’s lips were warm and firm, and his body responded instinctively. He clutched at the hunter’s broad shoulders as he tried kissing, and after a bit R’shan began to respond as he learned from what K’var was doing.
He moaned in his throat as R’shan’s mouth moved over his. He found himself being pulled atop R’shan, as the hunter rolled to lay on his back in the grass. K’var found himself sprawled on that hard warm body, and cradled by a pair of strong arms. Hands ran down his bare back caressingly. He whimpered as they found his buttocks and gently squeezed the cheeks. His cock, dormant until now, was rubbing against the firm muscles of R’shan’s stomach. The hands cupping his ass slid to his hips and began to move him, helping him along. K’var cried out into the mouth over his, writhing as his cock left a trail of moisture on R’shan’s skin.
Their mouths parted. K’var panted helplessly. “R’shannnn…” he moaned, “Ohhh…”
“This is what adults do, K’var,” the hunter growled, watching his face intently. “Do you understand now why I wanted you to stop acting like a cub?”
He couldn’t answer. The friction on his penis was driving him toward something astonishing. His claws dug into the skin of R’shan’s shoulders as he rose toward whatever it was, unable to stop himself and not caring in the least. A wailing cry escaped his lips, and he bucked against the hunter as his vision went dark and his body was swamped with pleasure. He came, shuddering, his seed spilling out over R’shan’s stomach in a long trail.
K’var collapsed atop the hunter, panting and spent. R’shan simply held him, saying nothing, as he recovered. His eyes flickered open, and he looked into the amber gaze watching him. “Oh,” he said, stirring a bit. “R’shan. T-That was…”
The hunter smiled slightly. “I know, K’var,” he replied simply. “I know.”
K’var snuggled up to R’shan, laying his head on the hunter’s shoulder.
“You want to mate with me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” R’shan said. “But not now, K’var. I don’t think that I’m up to it.”
K’var yelped as he remembered R’shan’s wounds. He rolled off the hunter. “Are you badly hurt?” he asked anxiously.
“I think that I’ll live.” R’shan groaned as he pushed himself up on his forearms. “But you might have to help me to the village, K’var.”
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