by Pelaam
He recognised Sulwyn and Tudor as Torrin’s minions. He shook his head, his heart beating so hard he was sure it would burst from his chest, unable to move as Sulwyn pulled out a long, thin blade.
“I’ll take care of you and the beast.” He advanced on Ceron.
The explosive sound of a gun rent the air. Sulwyn dropped to the ground with a screech of pain, and Ceron saw buckshot had peppered his leg. He glanced over toward the cottage where his grandma stood, looking as dishevelled as she did dangerous, a large blunderbuss levelled in their direction.
Dusk and Twilight reached him and, as the humans with them ran to Vevina’s side, the twins began to cut his lover free. Rain was not swift enough to catch Storm, and Ceron was unable to support Storm’s full weight. They both fell to the ground, Storm landing heavily on Ceron. Barely able to breathe, Ceron’s world began to grey as the twins fussed over him, and Rain crouched beside Storm.
“Ceron, Ceron!” As if from a great distance, Ceron heard Storm’s voice. The frantic tone cut through Ceron’s haze.
“He’s just winded, Storm.”
Ceron nodded shakily as Dusk assured Storm. “He’s been badly scratched and bitten though.”
Ceron peered through a grey mist, and saw Rain hugging Storm tightly as they knelt close by. It had been far too close.
“It was Torrin,” Tudor spoke up quickly. “He was going to kill the old woman and the boy and blame it on Wolven.”
“You tried to hang an innocent.” Rain stood up, glowering angrily at the man. “You’re just as guilty.”
Ceron’s vision started to clear, and he found himself nestled in Storm’s arms as his lover took Dusk’s place.
“Torrin, or his men, used this.” Vevina held up a claw fashioned from metal as she joined them. “This was how they made their attacks seem done by Wolven. Torrin locked me in my closet telling me he would rape and kill my grandson and then kill me. That was my punishment for not selling my cottage to him. If it hadn’t been for Storm…” Vevina began to sob and Rain took her gently into his arms.
“And if it had not been for Ceron, I would have lost my son.” Rain patted her back, his voice soft. “We both have much to be thankful for.”
“Torrin still lives,” one of the villagers announced. “He and his men will be spending a good long time in jail.”
Ceron’s body sagged, the last of his reserves spent. They were safe. He reached up to caress Storm’s face and groaned. His body ached and throbbed from Torrin’s attack.
“Let me take you to the cottage.” Storm kissed the palm of Ceron’s hand. Then he scooped Ceron up into his arms.
“Dusk and Twilight will stay with you.” Rain patted Ceron’s shoulder. “I will go back to the village and return later.”
Too exhausted to speak, Ceron nodded. He was just happy to be with Storm.
Chapter Seven
Sitting at the large round table in the burgher’s home, Ceron listened as the burgher recounted all that had recently happened.
“The sheriff and I instigated a swift search of Torrin’s house. The outcome of which revealed Torrin was attempting to sell the land on which the Wolven lived, as well as Vevina’s cottage, to rich merchants from the nearby town. He had accepted payments, intended toward buying the land and property, some of which he’d already used to purchase land for himself.”
“So that’s why he was so keen to ensure we were driven away.” Rain shook his head.
“Indeed, Master Rain.” The burgher nodded. “With the accord of the judge—” The burgher indicated the older man on his right. “I’ve sold all of Torrin’s moveable assets, and the small land parcels, with the exception of the one at the back of Torrin’s house that’s close to the field where the Wolven camp is. While the merchants from the town are glad to get back most of their money, Torrin will still feel their wrath. Added to the attempted deception was the assault on Ceron and Vevina. With the testimony of Sulwyn and Tudor that Torrin intended to kill Ceron and his grandmother, Torrin faces a long stay in the town’s prison. The judge is present today to compensate those here Torrin wronged.”
“Thank you, Master Burgher,” the judge continued. “Given the attack on you and your grandson, Mistress Vevina, in recompense, Torrin’s house and land become yours and Ceron’s. Torrin has no family to dispute my judgement and the town’s merchants have their payments back intact.”
“Thank you, Judge, but I don’t want to leave my cottage.” Vevina shook her head.
“I couldn’t live in Torrin’s home.” Ceron shuddered, and was glad of Storm wrapping an arm across his shoulders. “I moved from the village into the Wolven’s camp. I…I have suffered nightmares since Torrin’s attack. As generous as your offer is, Master Judge, I can’t accept it.”
The burgher glanced across at him with a sympathetic look.
“Might I make a suggestion?” Rain asked.
The burgher nodded enthusiastically. “By all means.”
“Why not accept the property but sell it, along with the garden it has in front, but keep the land that adjoins ours. You and Storm need a home of your own and that would be ideal to build upon. You would then remain as part of the Wolven camp, and close to your grandma, and we can build you a home of your own.”
“Can that be done?” Ceron looked imploringly at the burgher. That would solve many problems.
The burgher nodded eagerly. “Indeed it can. In fact, I will buy the house. I have a son who is engaged. It can be my wedding present, and the proceeds of the sale and the land at the back will be deeded to Master Ceron and Mistress Vevina.”
“Ceron and Storm.” Vevina held up a hand. “Although Ceron hates me to say it, I’m not getting any younger. I have no need of money. I have all I need.”
“As you wish, Mistress Vevina.” The burgher nodded. “All proceeds of the sale will go to Master Ceron and Master Storm. If you would be so good, Master Judge, the paperwork can be drawn up and signed while all are here.”
Ceron smiled delightedly as everyone was clearly happy with the decision. Torrin would spend many years in jail and was permanently exiled from the village. Now things could return to normal and the villagers could enjoy a peaceful relationship once more with the Wolven.
The burgher rang for a servant. “Please take my guests into the reception room and give them some refreshments. It will take some time to draw up the papers and you might as well relax and wait in comfort.”
Rain and Vevina stood, and headed toward the door. Storm moved next, and Ceron was last. He smiled into Storm’s shoulder as they left. He’d heard the burgher’s whisper, clearly intended for the ears of the judge alone. “From my perspective, without Torrin, there is none to stand against me when I next run for burgher. This has all ended very happily indeed.”
Chapter Eight
Finally, the day of Ceron’s wedding had arrived. In keeping with Wolven tradition, Rain had insisted that the formal mating ceremony only took place after a home had been built for the couple. However, while it was built, Ceron continued to sleep with Storm in the Wolven camp. To his and Storm’s delight, human and Wolven had worked together to quickly erect a cottage that was a similar size to Vevina’s but with an upstairs bedroom.
Looking around at the camp, it seemed that most of the village and all of the pack had turned out to witness Rain carry out the Wolven mating ceremony, which had been followed by a blessing from the town friar.
There was still much revelry ongoing and Ceron was happier than he’d ever been.
“I think it’s time we left everyone to continue to celebrate, while we retire, my precious one.” Storm scooped Ceron into his arms.
Burying his face in Storm’s shoulder, Ceron muffled his laughter as they headed away from the main camp to their home. Storm carried him into the cottage and up the stairs. They had eschewed a traditional bed. Instead a sumptuous arrangement of bolsters, cushions, and pillows made a large sleeping place on the floor. Smiling tenderly, Storm laid Ceron do
wn.
“Welcome to our home, my precious mate.” He kissed Ceron’s cheek.
“Welcome to our home, my husband,” Ceron said in return.
They kissed tenderly, content to let things progress slowly. Ceron reached up and held Storm’s face gently between his hands for a moment.
“Thank you, I have never felt so happy in all of my life.”
“You have made me happier than ever before, too, Ceron. I meant every word of my vow to you. Mated for life through all its joys and tribulations. I will always be here for you, and love you.” Storm kissed each of Ceron’s palms in turn.
“And I you.” Ceron nodded. “I’m ready, Storm. I want to be your mate in every sense of the word.”
Rising from their bed Ceron and Storm stood and faced one another. Slowly they undressed until they stood equally naked and erect. Ceron stroked his fingers over his lover’s muscular, furred chest.
“I love how strong you are. I love the feel of your fur when we press close. You’re so handsome, my love.”
Mirroring Ceron’s touch, Storm then circled each of Ceron’s nipples with his finger so they peaked into hard, excited flesh.
“I love how gentle you are, and how soft your skin feels. I’ve never known anyone as beautiful, both inside and out, as you are my precious one.”
They settled back onto the bedding and Ceron skimmed his hands over the flat planes of Storm’s furred abdomen before stopping, suddenly unsure as his fingertips touched the wiry curls at his groin.
“You can touch me, Ceron, anywhere you want.” Storm nodded his encouragement.
This was Ceron’s first time touching another man’s cock. His own shaft was rock-hard and Ceron ached for Storm’s touch. But he wanted to pleasure his new husband. His first, almost hesitant, caress made Storm groan out loud.
Looking up quickly, Ceron feared he’d done something wrong, but Storm shook his head and smiled.
“It feels good, my beloved.” Storm nodded encouragingly.
Delighted by the praise, Ceron smiled and tenderly stroked the thick flesh between the palms of his hands. “You like this, Storm?” He never ceased his gentle touches.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Storm gasped the words. Then he groaned even more deeply as Ceron bent his head forward and licked the pearls of liquid that dripped freely from Storm’s hard cock.
“Ceron, my precious—” His voice was husky with desire. “I want to be inside you when I spill. If you continue to love me with your hands and mouth, I won’t be able to stop myself from spilling.”
Lifting his head to look into Storm’s desire darkened eyes, Ceron nodded. “I want that, too.”
“Then let me guide you.” Storm rose onto his knees and urged Ceron to lie flat on his back, kissing him reassuringly, and gently parted his legs.
Reaching beneath some of the bedding, Storm produced a sealed amphora. “For later. Now raise your knees for me but keep your feet on the bed.”
Despite his vulnerable position, Ceron felt only excitement and curiosity. He wriggled with impatience as Storm smiled and touched a single finger to his hidden entrance.
“Are you ready for me to enter you, my precious one?” Storm rubbed his finger lightly over the exposed flesh.
Unable to keep from blushing, Ceron nodded. “Feels so good. Yes, Storm. I want this. I want you inside me.”
“It can be a little uncomfortable, even painful, the first time. But I promise to go slowly and if you need me to stop at any time, I will. This is about shared pleasure.” Storm looked down at Ceron.
“I love you, Storm.” Ceron’s voice was tight with emotion. “And I trust you to take care of me.”
“I will, my precious one.”
Leaning forward, Storm possessed Ceron’s lips and thrust his tongue inside Ceron’s mouth.
“I want you, Ceron. Want you so much.” Storm eased back and murmured the words against Ceron’s lips. “I love you.”
Ceron’s joyful sigh was swallowed as Storm took his mouth in another kiss, pushing forward and teasing Ceron with his tongue. Each kiss became more passionate and fervent. Storm’s bigger body inexorably pressed Ceron deeper into the soft bedding. Losing himself in the erotic haze, Ceron could scarcely believe how they moved as if in a rehearsed orchestra of desire, sharing breaths and sighs of love and passion. Gradually Storm slowed down the kisses until he could pull away and look at Ceron.
“Are you ready?” He held Ceron’s gaze as he asked one more time.
“Yes, please. I want us to be joined. I want to take you within my body. But I am not sure what I should do.” Ceron reached up to caress Storm’s face and his fingers shook.
“Do not worry.” Storm caught hold of Ceron’s hand and kissed it. “Let me take care of everything. Your body will know what to do when the time comes. I want you to lie on your belly and spread your legs for me, as wide as you feel comfortable.”
Nodding, Ceron gave control over to Storm.
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As Ceron moved to comply with his request, Storm’s pulse quickened at the sight of perfect, peachy mounds presented so willingly for him. Reaching out, he stroked Ceron’s back soothingly and took a couple of deep breaths. Not only did he need to calm his own nerves, but also to control his mating urge. He slithered down the bedding until he was level with the irresistible globes. Ceron was squirming slightly, and Storm kissed a pert buttock.
“Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy, my precious one.”
Parting the firm cheeks, Storm blew gently across the revealed flesh. Ceron gave a muffled moan in response, his face pressed into one of the silken pillows. Storm scented pre-ejaculate and arousal, and was satisfied that his mate was not afraid. The lithe body trembled beneath him from excitement and anticipation, not fear.
“Relax.” He blew again over the tiny opening. Palming a pert mound in each hand, Storm cupped them, pulled them wide, then licked over Ceron’s opening. Nibbling at each soft cheek, Storm then lapped over tightly furled flesh before carefully pushing inside with his tongue.
A deep, low moan reached his ear, and Storm pushed deeper, glad that his tongue was so much longer and more agile than a human’s. He lapped at his mate’s tender sweetness enjoying the pleasure he bestowed on his beloved.
Focused on relaxing Ceron, Storm finally pulled back as he heard Ceron whimper needily into the pillow. His lover’s hands were clenched at his sides, and his body was as taut as a bowstring, his hips pushing rhythmically into the bedding. Storm was torn between wanting to continue, and wanting to feel his cock buried deep inside his beloved mate.
In truth he could do no more to open Ceron with his tongue. Kneeling between Ceron’s legs, Storm opened the amphora and removed the glass stopper. The scent of sweet almonds rose into the air. “Do you trust me, precious?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, please, Storm.” Ceron pushed his hips back and the movement caused Storm’s cock to spurt his juices over Ceron’s buttocks. Closing his eyes, Storm gripped the base of his dick and squeezed firmly. He was not going to spill until buried in his beloved. Pouring some of the oil into his hand, Storm rubbed it through his fingers to warm it.
Shuffling slightly, Ceron looked over his shoulder at Storm.
“Relax, my love. Just a single finger first.” As gently as he could, Storm pressed against the shadowed opening, and the oiled digit slipped inside a little. Ceron sighed, his hips instinctively lifting and allowing Storm to slide in halfway without too much difficulty.
“Oh, Storm. I had no idea it would feel like this,” Ceron groaned softly. “You will fit inside me? You are much longer and thicker than a single finger.”
“I know, my beautiful one.” Storm rubbed Ceron’s lower back and crooned softly. “Relax and you will open for me, Ceron. I won’t rush this, precious.”
There was no escaping how tight Ceron was. As relaxed as his mate had been, Ceron’s body gripped Storm’s digit. Gently, but firmly Storm pushed a little deeper into the snug channel.
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sp; When he felt Ceron’s body relax, he pushed fully inside. Stroking back and forth, Storm then added a second finger and repeated the process again until sure he was able to add another digit.
Adding more oil, Storm pressed forward with three, and Ceron moaned.
“Does it hurt?” Storm asked anxiously. He scented neither pain nor fear but wanted to take no chances with his mate’s comfort.
“Not hurt, just feels…so full. I’ve never experienced this sensation.” Ceron twisted slightly to glance at Storm over his shoulder. The look of love in Ceron’s eyes reassured Storm.
“I promise it gets better, my love.”
The thought of his hard flesh sliding deep into Ceron’s body, his seed marking and claiming the beautiful, young man in the most primal of ways, was a raging fire in his blood. Storm twisted his fingers, searching for then finding the tiny nub, which he rubbed.
His mate’s reaction was both powerful and thrilling. Ceron shuddered and moaned, thrusting harder into the bedding and back onto Storm’s fingers. Arousal and elation raced through Storm’s veins. He curled his finger again, brushing the young man’s pleasure point.
“Oh, Storm. Please,” Ceron groaned as he thrust his hips instinctively. “Oh, please, I want you so much.”
Storm’s cock spurted his juices once more and Storm nodded. “Yes, my beloved.” It was time. Ceron was ready and so was he.
“I want to see you, Storm.” There was a pleading quality to Ceron’s voice that Storm couldn’t ignore.
The thought excited Storm and he licked his lips. He wanted this too. To enter his beloved mate and watch his lover as he experienced full lovemaking for the first time was everything Storm could ever want.
“I want to see you too, my beloved.”
Positioning Ceron on the bed, he kissed his lover before settling himself between widespread legs. “I will put your legs onto my shoulders to start with. That will be easier for you.” He reached for the oil to coat himself. As he slicked his hardness, Ceron reached to help.
