Chapter 7
“Oh, ugh!” Traggen found himself making small noises in the back of his throat. That was because he happened to be sitting naked in J’Dran’s lap, facing away from the wereleopard as he rode that thick cock buried deep inside of him. Big clawed hands held his hips in a vice grip, pulling him up and down.
He was swamped with pleasure as his hand jerked spasmodically at his own cock. Teeth nipped at his ear, making him shudder. Then those hands slid up his sides and found his nipples, pulling and twisting at them. He cried out, arching his back, his head falling onto J’Dran’s shoulder. The wereleopard licked at his skin, and then when Traggen turned his head their mouths met hungrily. He’d been teaching J’Dran all about kissing, and the wereleopard had taken to it immediately. Their tongues dueled as Traggen surged in J’Dran’s lap, feeing his inevitable end coming upon him.
J’Dran growled against his lips as his internal muscles tightened sharply around the big thing buried inside of him. Traggen smirked a little at this sound, enjoying his power over this magnificent beast. Then he lost all thought as his orgasm roared through him, and he came for what seemed like an eternity. He slumped in J’Dran’s lap, panting, as the wereleopard drove upward into him a few more times before meeting his own end with a low sound full of pleasure.
Traggen took quick, panting breaths as he tried to recover a bit. J’Dran had not moved under him, and merely held Traggen’s sweat-coated body pulled up against his own. Finally the human stirred, coming back to himself a little. “We…need to get back to the house,” he pointed out hoarsely. "Dinner will be ready soon.”
J’Dran grunted an affirmative as Traggen slid off of his lap. The wereleopard sat and watched him fumble for his discarded clothing, admiring Traggen’s lithely muscular body. He felt a bit of melancholy as he did so, however. The human coupled with him whenever either one desired it, but Traggen still adamantly refused to be his mate. As far as he was concerned, it was J’Dran who’d made that decision without him, so if the wereleopard wanted to consider Traggen his mate, that was fine. But he wasn’t going to return the favor. His stubborn anger sometimes drove J’Dran mad. It had been nearly a full month since he and Traggen had first coupled in anger and lust combined, and the human was still punishing him for his transgressions. J’Dran didn’t know what to do; apologizing hadn’t moved Traggen one bit. He couldn’t quite understand the human’s argument that he’d put Traggen in this position without giving him a choice in the matter, so therefore he could expect anything that he got.
His brother had given him a stern lecture after they’d returned to the village together, basically telling him off for what he’d done. He’d felt like as cub with his tail between his legs by the time that Z’sharan was done reaming him. But had what he’d done been so very bad? What was wrong with wanting Traggen to be his mate? They were very sexually compatible, as they’d proved over the last month or so. And while they often wrangled, they always came back together again afterward. J’Dran was hopelessly confused about the whole matter.
Traggen finished dressing and turned to look at J’Dran. “Are you coming?” he asked impatiently.
“Yes,” J’Dran scrambled to his feet and pulled on his own loincloth swiftly. They started out of the small copse of trees behind the house that they’d retired to for a bit of before dinner fun. They didn’t often do it in the house, as Traggen could get very loud and didn’t want the cub to hear them. This amused J’Dran, for his own people were very open about sex and sexual matters. Most likely K’var had heard his own fathers going at it more than once, and had seen one or both walk around naked afterward. Human prudery was very funny. Why they were so ashamed of their bodies was a mystery to him, especially Traggen. The human had a very nice body, if he did say so himself.
As he did almost every time that they coupled, J’Dran began: “Traggen…”
“No,” the human said briskly without looking around at him. “The answer is still no.”
“But why not?! All of my people already consider you to be my mate!” he cried in frustration.
Traggen whirled on him, an angry glint in his dark-blue eyes. “And whose fault is that?” he asked silkily. “Maybe the big lummox standing in front of me, the one who decided all on his own that we were mated? Without consulting or asking me? Then he thinks that I’m just going to fall in line because we fucked? I don’t think so, fur ball. As far as I’m concerned, we’re bedmates and nothing else. And THAT doesn’t have to continue either, you know; there are other people I could sleep with. Some of them live right over there,” he pointed toward the human village not far away, making J’Dran’s golden eyes spark with answering anger.
“You will not do that,” he said flatly.
Traggen lifted his brows. “Or what?” he asked coolly. “You’ll take back the whole mate thing? Oh, no, whatever shall I do!” and he lifted a hand dramatically to his brow.
J’Dran hissed like an angry cat. “You are impossible, human!” he snarled.
“Right back at you, cat boy. I’m going in to dinner; I really worked up an appetite,” Traggen said, before walking away into the house, leaving a frustrated and infuriated J’Dran fuming in the yard behind him.
Traggen knew he was being unreasonable to a certain extent where J’Dran was concerned; but he was just so pissed about the whole mate fiasco that he could barely see straight sometimes. J’Dran was not helping, poking at him constantly about how they should just be mates now, and what was his problem that he couldn’t see that? He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be mated to J’Dran for life, and since he’d never been given a real choice in the matter that made him doubly upset. Yes, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from crawling all over the big bastard, who was sexy as hell and a marvelous lover to boot. But sex was not love or mating for life or anything like that. And he wasn’t really sure how he felt about J’Dran outside of the bedroom (or the forest, or the meadow, or wherever). He just wanted some time to think about it, and not be pressured by that irritating lunkhead of a wereleopard. Unfortunately, J’Dran just didn’t seem to get that.
He sighed as he curled up in his bed. J’Dran seldom joined him there; Traggen didn’t like to sleep with the wereleopard in his uncle’s house, knowing that there was a young child nearby. J’Dran had seemed more amused by his objections than anything, but when he’d pushed the issue the wereleopard had acceded to his wishes.
That was the thing – J’Dran could sometimes be very kind or accommodating. But at other times he was pushy, annoying, and completely hard-headed. Made Traggen want to smack him. Was the great sex worth all of this aggravation? Well, yes. Yes, it was. Most of the time. But for how long? What if he finally decided that the aggravation outweighed the sex? How could he get rid of the exasperating man who claimed that they were mates and wouldn’t leave him alone?
His sleep was rather broken, and he was NOT in a good mood the next morning when he stumbled out of bed. He firmly blamed this on a certain wereleopard, and was less than pleased to see J’Dran sitting at the breakfast table. He scowled at his lover, who glared back at him. Z’sharan looked annoyed, and Avhonari resigned. K’var glanced from one to the other unhappily. He didn’t understand the in-fighting taking place between his favorite uncle and his new cousin. They were mates now, right? Why didn’t they act like it? He was very puzzled, even after his father had tried to gently explain it to him. Traggen was mad because Uncle J’Dran had declared them to be mates? Why? Poor K’var was completely baffled.
Traggen ate his breakfast in morose silence, glowering down at his plate. K’var was talking to J’Dran, who answered him easily and didn’t let his temper show around the cub. After everyone had eaten, Z’sharan and Avhonari took their cub and retreated to the bathing room to give the two of them some time to talk. This was one of the days for Z’sharan to stay at home with his family, and he was hoping for the air to be cleared even a little so that there could be some peace around his house. He didn’t like what was happening with his brother and Traggen, and he liked it even less that it was upsetting his own family.
Traggen walked out onto the porch and stood with his arms folded mutinously over his chest. J’Dran followed him out, standing just behind him. When he spoke, his voice was sharp: “Traggen. You did not mean what you said last night, did you?” he demanded.
“What if I did?” Traggen asked petulantly, not looking at him.
“You would mate with someone other than me?” the hurt and confusion in J’Dran’s voice made him flinch, but Traggen wasn’t backing down.
“Listen, J’Dran,” he said, finally turning back toward the wereleopard. “You take this whole thing far more seriously than I do. Besides the fact that I don’t think of myself as your mate anyway, I’ve never been faithful to anyone for very long before this. You’ll just have to accept that fact, I’m afraid.”
J’Dran stared at him, and then the wereleopard took in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. “You will never accept that you are my mate, will you?” he asked flatly.
“I doubt it,” Traggen said acerbically.
“Very well, then. I will go to the Elders and declare that you are not my mate to them.” J’Dran told him tonelessly.
Traggen looked surprised. “You guys have divorces too?” he said.
“I do not know what a ‘divorce’ is. Among my people, a mating can be dissolved in this manner.”
“Well, that’s good. Why didn’t you do this sooner? Why keep yapping at me about this whole mating thing if you could have done this at any time?” Traggen demanded in puzzlement.
“Perhaps I thought that we could work it out. It does not matter. I will go and speak to the Elders today,” J’Dran stepped off the porch and walked away toward the jungle, not looking back at Traggen.
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“Oh, ugh!” Traggen found himself making small noises in the back of his throat. That was because he happened to be sitting naked in J’Dran’s lap, facing away from the wereleopard as he rode that thick cock buried deep inside of him. Big clawed hands held his hips in a vice grip, pulling him up and down.
He was swamped with pleasure as his hand jerked spasmodically at his own cock. Teeth nipped at his ear, making him shudder. Then those hands slid up his sides and found his nipples, pulling and twisting at them. He cried out, arching his back, his head falling onto J’Dran’s shoulder. The wereleopard licked at his skin, and then when Traggen turned his head their mouths met hungrily. He’d been teaching J’Dran all about kissing, and the wereleopard had taken to it immediately. Their tongues dueled as Traggen surged in J’Dran’s lap, feeing his inevitable end coming upon him.
J’Dran growled against his lips as his internal muscles tightened sharply around the big thing buried inside of him. Traggen smirked a little at this sound, enjoying his power over this magnificent beast. Then he lost all thought as his orgasm roared through him, and he came for what seemed like an eternity. He slumped in J’Dran’s lap, panting, as the wereleopard drove upward into him a few more times before meeting his own end with a low sound full of pleasure.
Traggen took quick, panting breaths as he tried to recover a bit. J’Dran had not moved under him, and merely held Traggen’s sweat-coated body pulled up against his own. Finally the human stirred, coming back to himself a little. “We…need to get back to the house,” he pointed out hoarsely. "Dinner will be ready soon.”
J’Dran grunted an affirmative as Traggen slid off of his lap. The wereleopard sat and watched him fumble for his discarded clothing, admiring Traggen’s lithely muscular body. He felt a bit of melancholy as he did so, however. The human coupled with him whenever either one desired it, but Traggen still adamantly refused to be his mate. As far as he was concerned, it was J’Dran who’d made that decision without him, so if the wereleopard wanted to consider Traggen his mate, that was fine. But he wasn’t going to return the favor. His stubborn anger sometimes drove J’Dran mad. It had been nearly a full month since he and Traggen had first coupled in anger and lust combined, and the human was still punishing him for his transgressions. J’Dran didn’t know what to do; apologizing hadn’t moved Traggen one bit. He couldn’t quite understand the human’s argument that he’d put Traggen in this position without giving him a choice in the matter, so therefore he could expect anything that he got.
His brother had given him a stern lecture after they’d returned to the village together, basically telling him off for what he’d done. He’d felt like as cub with his tail between his legs by the time that Z’sharan was done reaming him. But had what he’d done been so very bad? What was wrong with wanting Traggen to be his mate? They were very sexually compatible, as they’d proved over the last month or so. And while they often wrangled, they always came back together again afterward. J’Dran was hopelessly confused about the whole matter.
Traggen finished dressing and turned to look at J’Dran. “Are you coming?” he asked impatiently.
“Yes,” J’Dran scrambled to his feet and pulled on his own loincloth swiftly. They started out of the small copse of trees behind the house that they’d retired to for a bit of before dinner fun. They didn’t often do it in the house, as Traggen could get very loud and didn’t want the cub to hear them. This amused J’Dran, for his own people were very open about sex and sexual matters. Most likely K’var had heard his own fathers going at it more than once, and had seen one or both walk around naked afterward. Human prudery was very funny. Why they were so ashamed of their bodies was a mystery to him, especially Traggen. The human had a very nice body, if he did say so himself.
As he did almost every time that they coupled, J’Dran began: “Traggen…”
“No,” the human said briskly without looking around at him. “The answer is still no.”
“But why not?! All of my people already consider you to be my mate!” he cried in frustration.
Traggen whirled on him, an angry glint in his dark-blue eyes. “And whose fault is that?” he asked silkily. “Maybe the big lummox standing in front of me, the one who decided all on his own that we were mated? Without consulting or asking me? Then he thinks that I’m just going to fall in line because we fucked? I don’t think so, fur ball. As far as I’m concerned, we’re bedmates and nothing else. And THAT doesn’t have to continue either, you know; there are other people I could sleep with. Some of them live right over there,” he pointed toward the human village not far away, making J’Dran’s golden eyes spark with answering anger.
“You will not do that,” he said flatly.
Traggen lifted his brows. “Or what?” he asked coolly. “You’ll take back the whole mate thing? Oh, no, whatever shall I do!” and he lifted a hand dramatically to his brow.
J’Dran hissed like an angry cat. “You are impossible, human!” he snarled.
“Right back at you, cat boy. I’m going in to dinner; I really worked up an appetite,” Traggen said, before walking away into the house, leaving a frustrated and infuriated J’Dran fuming in the yard behind him.
Traggen knew he was being unreasonable to a certain extent where J’Dran was concerned; but he was just so pissed about the whole mate fiasco that he could barely see straight sometimes. J’Dran was not helping, poking at him constantly about how they should just be mates now, and what was his problem that he couldn’t see that? He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be mated to J’Dran for life, and since he’d never been given a real choice in the matter that made him doubly upset. Yes, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from crawling all over the big bastard, who was sexy as hell and a marvelous lover to boot. But sex was not love or mating for life or anything like that. And he wasn’t really sure how he felt about J’Dran outside of the bedroom (or the forest, or the meadow, or wherever). He just wanted some time to think about it, and not be pressured by that irritating lunkhead of a wereleopard. Unfortunately, J’Dran just didn’t seem to get that.
He sighed as he curled up in his bed. J’Dran seldom joined him there; Traggen didn’t like to sleep with the wereleopard in his uncle’s house, knowing that there was a young child nearby. J’Dran had seemed more amused by his objections than anything, but when he’d pushed the issue the wereleopard had acceded to his wishes.
That was the thing – J’Dran could sometimes be very kind or accommodating. But at other times he was pushy, annoying, and completely hard-headed. Made Traggen want to smack him. Was the great sex worth all of this aggravation? Well, yes. Yes, it was. Most of the time. But for how long? What if he finally decided that the aggravation outweighed the sex? How could he get rid of the exasperating man who claimed that they were mates and wouldn’t leave him alone?
His sleep was rather broken, and he was NOT in a good mood the next morning when he stumbled out of bed. He firmly blamed this on a certain wereleopard, and was less than pleased to see J’Dran sitting at the breakfast table. He scowled at his lover, who glared back at him. Z’sharan looked annoyed, and Avhonari resigned. K’var glanced from one to the other unhappily. He didn’t understand the in-fighting taking place between his favorite uncle and his new cousin. They were mates now, right? Why didn’t they act like it? He was very puzzled, even after his father had tried to gently explain it to him. Traggen was mad because Uncle J’Dran had declared them to be mates? Why? Poor K’var was completely baffled.
Traggen ate his breakfast in morose silence, glowering down at his plate. K’var was talking to J’Dran, who answered him easily and didn’t let his temper show around the cub. After everyone had eaten, Z’sharan and Avhonari took their cub and retreated to the bathing room to give the two of them some time to talk. This was one of the days for Z’sharan to stay at home with his family, and he was hoping for the air to be cleared even a little so that there could be some peace around his house. He didn’t like what was happening with his brother and Traggen, and he liked it even less that it was upsetting his own family.
Traggen walked out onto the porch and stood with his arms folded mutinously over his chest. J’Dran followed him out, standing just behind him. When he spoke, his voice was sharp: “Traggen. You did not mean what you said last night, did you?” he demanded.
“What if I did?” Traggen asked petulantly, not looking at him.
“You would mate with someone other than me?” the hurt and confusion in J’Dran’s voice made him flinch, but Traggen wasn’t backing down.
“Listen, J’Dran,” he said, finally turning back toward the wereleopard. “You take this whole thing far more seriously than I do. Besides the fact that I don’t think of myself as your mate anyway, I’ve never been faithful to anyone for very long before this. You’ll just have to accept that fact, I’m afraid.”
J’Dran stared at him, and then the wereleopard took in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. “You will never accept that you are my mate, will you?” he asked flatly.
“I doubt it,” Traggen said acerbically.
“Very well, then. I will go to the Elders and declare that you are not my mate to them.” J’Dran told him tonelessly.
Traggen looked surprised. “You guys have divorces too?” he said.
“I do not know what a ‘divorce’ is. Among my people, a mating can be dissolved in this manner.”
“Well, that’s good. Why didn’t you do this sooner? Why keep yapping at me about this whole mating thing if you could have done this at any time?” Traggen demanded in puzzlement.
“Perhaps I thought that we could work it out. It does not matter. I will go and speak to the Elders today,” J’Dran stepped off the porch and walked away toward the jungle, not looking back at Traggen.
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