The Vulpirans' Honor: The Soul-Linked Saga (37 page)

“Thank you, Honey,” Lance said with real relief.

“You should not scare your Rami like that,” Hunt scolded gently. 

“I didn’t’ mean to scare you,” Honey said.  “Who knew grown men would care so much
about hair?”

“I do not know what other grown men care about,” Vikter said.  “But for us, your hair
is sexy and beautiful and we care about it very much.”

“Okay, I got it,” she said, stepping into the shower.  “No hair cuts.”

Honey stepped beneath the shower head and turned her face up into the hot spray with
a sigh of pleasure.  A moment later, she felt a hard body, Hunt, she knew, press up
behind her.  She smiled as his soapy hands reached around from behind and ran slowly
over her breasts, squeezing gently.  She leaned her head back against his chest and
closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. 

She opened her eyes a moment later and saw Vikter and Lance standing in front of her,
watching Hunt’s hands on her breasts.  She lifted her head, went up on her toes and
kissed Vikter, placing her hands on his chest to help keep her balance.  Hunt began
pinching her nipples lightly between his fingers, sending sharp little thrills of
pleasure to race through her as she explored Vikter’s mouth with her own.

She loved the way his lips felt against hers, the way his breathing sped up when she
thrust her tongue into his mouth.  She slid her hands down his chest until she found
his nipples and began pinching them lightly the way Hunt was pinching hers.  Vikter
shuddered, his nipples growing hard between her fingers and she moaned with pleasure
at his reaction.

She left his mouth and trailed kisses down his neck to his chest and shoulders, taking
her time, licking and tasting as she went.  She spent a few moments exploring his
nipples with her lips and tongue, loving the way he reacted to her, his pleasure encouraging
her to go on.

She grew bolder, moving further down his body until she was kneeling on the shower
floor.  She wrapped her hands wrapped around his hard, thick cock, caressing it, loving
the contrasts between the silky soft skin over the hot, hard flesh.  She bent her
head and licked the tiny slit at the top, taking the pearly drop of moisture into
her mouth with a tiny flick of her tongue.  She searched for more, loving the salty
male taste of him, before exploring the rest of the hard, thick member with her mouth. 
She circled the head with her tongue, then the ridge beneath, then traced the pulsing
veins.

When she was sure she had explored him thoroughly, she stretched her lips wide and
took him deep into her mouth.  She ran her tongue over the broad head, then pulled
back before taking him deeper still.  She saw Hunt and Lance move up beside her from
the corner of her eyes, each of them stroking their own hard cocks as they watched
her take Vikter into her mouth.  She reached out with both hands, taking Lance in
her left hand and Hunt in her right, stroking them as she continued to suck on Vikter,
taking him to the back of her throat before pulling her head back, then taking him
deep again.

“I’m going to come,
zetia
,” Vikter warned.  “You should stop.”

Honey would have laughed if she could have.  She knew what would happen and she wanted
it.  Did he think she would go this far and then stop?  She took him as deeply as
she could while she stroked Hunt and Lance harder and faster. 

Vikter buried his fingers in her hair, struggling to hold back, wanting this exquisite
moment to last as long as possible.  Hunt wrapped his hand around hers and urged her
to squeeze him tighter, stroke him faster, and she moaned with the excitement of pleasuring
all three men at once. 

“When he hits the back of your throat, swallow,” Hunt said, his voice vibrating with
intensity.  “Just remember that you won’t be able to breathe while he’s in your throat.”

Excited to try it, Honey took Vikter to the back of her throat, then swallowed, just
as Hunt had instructed her.  She felt him enter her throat with a faint popping sensation. 
She pressed against him, her entire body shuddering when she felt his full, thick,
length slip into her throat.  When she could hold her breath no longer she pulled
back, took a quick breath of air and took him deep again.

The feel of him popping deep into her throat caused a new wave of arousal to race
through her and she shuddered again.  Then Vikter’s cock began to jerk as he came,
shooting deep into her throat with spurt after spurt.  When she could not hold her
breath any longer she pulled back, then took him deep once more, waiting until he
was finished coming, her pussy gushing hungrily. 

She lifted her mouth from Vikter and turned toward Lance, taking him as deep as she
could in one stroke, swallowing as he reached the back of her throat.  Lance groaned
at the sudden, intense pleasure of being deep inside of Honey’s hot throat, and he
had to fight not to climax instantly.

Honey pulled back, then took him deep again, and this time Lance could not stop himself. 
He roared his pleasure as he came, pouring his essence into her welcoming throat,
straining to keep himself from pounding deeper into her.   

Honey felt Lance’s seed spurt into her throat, and held herself still for as long
as she could before pulling back for a breath of air.  She took him deep again, waiting
until she was certain he was finished.  Then she raised her head and turned to Hunt. 

“Take him deep,” Vikter said hoarsely.  Honey glanced up at Hunt, the intense grimace
of arousal on his face causing her pussy to spasm.  She smiled slowly, then stuck
out her tongue and gave his cock a long, slow, deliberate lick.  Hunt shivered in
her hand as he grew even harder.  She opened her mouth and lowered it over Hunt’s
cock, taking him deeper and deeper until he pressed against the back of her throat. 
Then she swallowed hard and felt him pop into her throat.

“All the way,
zetia
,” Vikter coaxed.  “Take him all the way into your hot, tight, little throat.”

Honey lowered her head, plunging Hunt’s cock all the way into her throat until her
lips were against the small curls at the base, his heavy testicles pressed against
her chin.

“Oh yes,” Hunt gasped, arching his hips against her, pressing deeper. 

Honey pulled back, desperate for air, but after one quick breath she slammed her head
down again, barely swallowing before Hunt popped into her throat once again.  He threw
back his head and roared as his cock began jerking and pulsing in her throat, his
seed flooding her throat in a hot rush that had Honey climaxing along with him.  Her
hips jerked as her fingers dug into Hunt’s hips, her soft moan vibrating against him
causing his orgasm to go on and on until his knees grew weak.

Honey pulled back only when she couldn’t wait another moment for a breath of air,
then took him deep once again.  When he was finished, she let him slip slowly from
her mouth and rested her head against his thigh, too shaky to try to stand.

“That was so deliciously erotic to watch,” Vikter said as he knelt beside her and
pulled her into his arms.  “You are so delicious,
zetia
.  Sweeter than honey in every way.”

Honey smiled, but her muscles felt like rubber.  “I’m not sure I can even wash myself
now,” she admitted. 

“That’s good since we intend to do it for you,” Lance said as he reached for the shampoo.

“No, you don’t need to do that,” she said.  “I’ll be okay in a minute.”

“Relax, zetia, let us care for you,” Vikter said. 

Hunt leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her long and deep.  When he
raised his head, his eyes were so hot, and so intense that her skin pebbled and her
nipples tightened.  Hunt saw her reaction and smiled. 

“We will wash you, and dry you, and care for you as is our right and our privilege,
ahora
,” he said in a low voice that seemed to reach something deep inside of her.

Honey looked up and smiled to see that they were all watching her with love and warmth
in their eyes.  For her.  All of it, for her.

She sighed softly and allowed herself to relax, content in their feelings for her,
and hers for them.  This was what she had always wanted.  And now that she had it,
it was ten times better than any dream or fantasy could ever equal. 

***

Darck climbed the rocky hill beside the Brethren encampment, moving cautiously, but
without hesitation.  These past months living with the village he had learned to hunt,
to pay attention to his surroundings, to use all of his senses when he was not within
the confines of the village.  He’d also learned a lot about the new world he now called
home.  The plants, the animals, the landscape.

Right now, his senses told him that there were at least six, maybe eight, male Brethren
waiting for him in the meeting place.  He’d expected his father to be alone.  His
father’s scent was one of those who waited, which was the only reason he didn’t turn
around and leave. 

He moved closer, shifting silently from boulder to bush to rock, until he could see
the group of young males huddling below the top edge of the outcropping.  They were
all familiar to him, all his age or younger.  Except for his father and one other
man.

Darck took a deep breath and stood up in plain sight before walking straight toward
them.

“Hello, Son,” his father said, coming forward to greet him.  Darck returned the greeting,
hiding his shock at his father’s appearance.

“You are ill,” he said.

“Yes, I am,” he replied.  “As is Grogan.”

Darck turned as Grogan, an older male who had rarely spoken to him, approached, looking
older and sicker even than his father.

“Darck,” he said, his voice a soft croak, but his eyes as sharp as ever.  After studying
him for a few moments, he nodded.  “Your father is correct.  You have grown up.  I
will trust you with the life of my grandson.”

Darck was so stunned he didn’t know what to say.

“Son, these six young males have been taken from their beds with no one being the
wiser,” his father said.  “Grogan and I chose them, and planned this.  We believe
they are young enough to change and that they will not give you trouble.  The life
you now have, we want for them.  The rest are too old to change, or too sick to travel.”

Darck nodded. “I will watch over them, and make sure that they are safe and well. 
They will be welcomed, and if they wish, they will have happy lives and families.”

“That is more than we can offer them,” Grogan said.  “More than I ever dreamed of.”

“No others know of this?” Darck asked.

“No,” Jarlek replied.  “There might be a few more we can send to you, but for your
sake we must be careful.  If there are, I will leave another message for you to come.”

“All right, Father,” Darck replied.  “Any who wish to come will be welcome, but only
if they wish to break from Stalnek, and the Brethren.”

“We understand,” Jarlek said.  “Stalnek will be here in two weeks.  By then, both
Grogan and I will be ashes in the ground, along with this secret.”

He handed a pack to Darck, who took it hesitantly.  It was heavy and bulky, but Darck
couldn’t guess what it held.

“These are the artifacts of the Brethren,” Jarlek said.  “You should have them as
you, and these young men, will be the future of our race.  Not Stalnek.”

“I shall treasure them, father,” Darck said, overwhelmed with feeling.

“Do not treasure them too much,” Grogan warned.  “They are important as they are ancient,
and a part of our history.  But do not let them set the course of your future as Stalnek
has done.  Do not let them guide you.  Use your own mind and heart for that.”

“I will, Grogan,” Darck said.  He set the pack down on the ground and reached out
to his Father with both arms, hugging him for the first time in his life.  “You are
wiser than I ever knew, Father,” he said.  “I thank you for this gift.”

“The relics, I fear, are more burden than gift,” Jarlek said.

“The gift I speak of is you, Father,” Darck said. 

Grogan nodded slowly.  “It is as he has said,” he told Darck.  “You are grown into
a man to be proud of.  My grandson could have no better male to follow.  I was worried,
I admit, but I am not any longer.”

“Thank you, Grogan,” Darck said.  “I will care for all of these men as my own brothers
because in truth, they are.”

Grogan gestured to the men standing nearby watching the scene.  Darck took a moment
to study each of them carefully.  If he had any doubts about one of them, that one
would not live to see the village.  He would not endanger the village, or his new
family. 

They looked nervous and surprised, but they also looked excited.  Life on Onddo had
not been good to them.  The prospect of something better couldn’t help but be exciting. 
Darck knew these men, and was satisfied.  His father, and Grogan, had chosen well.

“Have any of you done anything but sit the past few weeks?” he asked, already knowing
the answer, but wanting to know if they’d be honest with him.  When they all shook
their heads, he was pleased.