Volle (44 page)

“All right. Thank you.”

“Good night, sir.”

Volle pushed the sitting room curtain aside and pulled it closed behind him. He sank down on the couch and turned over things in his mind. There was no longer much mystery about what had gone on, at least to his thinking; what he wondered was what could be done about it. He wanted badly to take his revenge personally, but even if he thought himself a match for Prewitt, he wouldn’t be doing himself or his country any favors by putting himself in that sort of position. Possibly, he could tell the King and let him handle it. But that would ruin any chance he had of getting into their group, or whatever would be left of it when Prewitt was arrested, and for all he knew, the King was aware of what had gone on and wouldn’t arrest the bear anyway. Besides, telling the King would bring up all sorts of sticky questions about how he knew what had happened to Xiller—questions he had so far managed to avoid in his discussions with everyone at the palace. He wasn’t sure how to demonstrate his loyalty, nor even who to demonstrate it to.

Loyalty brought Canis to his mind, and the text the Cantor had read to him. Canis preached loyalty to the pack, to the family, and to the church. Growing up, Volle had followed Fox, whose teachings were similar but included only family and church. The royal family was part of everyone’s family regardless of species, and so revenging himself for Prince Gennic’s death would be doing honor to Fox and Canis. But, he thought, it was not that simple. He worried at the question, wondering what more he needed to do.

He had never been terribly religious, but now he worried about following the right path. He had always honored his family, up until his mother’s death, and he had always honored the royal family, and otherwise he’d lived his life as he pleased. Was his current plight meant to teach him that he had strayed? He felt uncomfortable assigning so much personal meaning to Xiller’s mission and death, much less Prince Gennic’s death—was all of Ferrenis paying because he had misstepped? He thought that might be expected of the more capricious Mouse (Rodenta, to the Orthodox Church) or the stricter herbivores, but not of Fox. Fox loved his children but allowed them to make mistakes and learn from them. So he was meant to learn from this, he supposed.

He had fallen into a half-dream in which Fox and Canis were arguing over which one of them was really his father’s brother when the wardrobe door clicked, and Helfer’s familiar scent drifted to him, along with another, almost indetectable.

“Asleep?” Helfer’s voice was amused.

Volle cracked his eyes open and identified the scent before the wolf came around the corner. “Richy?”

“Hi.” He was wearing a robe and smiling shyly, looking around the opulent room as he stepped through the doorway. Helfer closed the door behind him, grinning widely.

“I thought you weren’t allowed to meet clients outside the Jackal’s…” Volle trailed off as Helfer’s grin widened and Richy’s tail wagged from side to side.

“Tally agreed that these were special circumstances,” the weasel said. “Since you can’t come to him, it seems he must come to you. So you can come in him,” he giggled. “Or on him. Whichever you like.”

Richy slipped off his robe, beneath which he was wearing only his loincloth. He brushed a paw down his front and smiled alluringly. His paw lingered on the fastener of his loincloth and his gaze met Volle’s with a question.

Volle felt a familiar stirring in his sheath. He sat up on the couch and covered Richy’s paw with his own. Slowly, he undid the fastener and held the loincloth as it fell away from the wolf’s sheath. He reached up and touched the white fur with a gentle black paw, then cupped the white sac that hung below them. He looked up and saw the wolf smiling down at him.

Helfer was sidling towards his bedroom. Volle saw Richy’s eyes flick quickly in that direction, and without looking over he said, “Hef. You can stay. If you want to.”

The weasel paused, but Volle didn’t see his expression. He only saw Richy’s smile widen slightly. “You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s okay. I don’t think I’m up for very much tonight, and I’d hate for Richy to have wasted a trip.” He grinned, and only then did he look at the weasel. “Besides, you owe me a show.”

Helfer smiled back at him, and folded his arms. “All right,” he said. “If it will help you relax.”

Volle nodded. “Oh, it will.” Truthfully, he couldn’t have said at that moment exactly why he had offered to let Helfer join in. He only knew that his bond with Richy had been altered, and not just by the location. When he’d touched the wolf’s sheath, he’d waited for the mental release that would let him forget about his problems and his other life, and it hadn’t come. He was prepared to enjoy Richy’s company, but he didn’t know if he would be able to give himself to the wolf as fully as he had in the past. And maybe it was for that reason that Helfer’s company didn’t matter. Or maybe he was just being a polite and considerate guest.

Richy’s paw caressed his ear, and the wolf spoke gently. “Want to get those clothes off?”

“In a minute,” Volle said with a smile. He brushed his black nose up the soft white fur of Richy’s sheath and inhaled the musk through the fur. Slowly, he rubbed his muzzle up and down both sides, letting his whiskers trace the shape of the wolf’s sex and feel the warmth radiating from it. Richy breathed out happily, and his tail began to wag.

All for a bigger tip, Volle noted cynically to himself, and then smiled as the pink tip of Richy’s member chose that moment to appear at the opening of his sheath. Well, maybe he’s enjoying it just a little, he thought, and let his tongue curl up under the wolf’s sac and then dragged it up the long sheath, dampening the fur and letting the musk roll through his tongue and nose. He could hear Helfer’s breathing quicken, and heard the rustling of the weasel fiddling with his clothing. He slid his paw around the wolf to hold his rump, and slowly licked up the long sheath and the few pink inches that were showing again. On the next lick, his tongue encountered still more of the long member, and it only took him four more licks to bring the full, hard length out into the air.

Richy whined softly as Volle slid his lips over the firm erection, teasing it with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Helfer had discarded much of his clothing and had one paw stuck inside his pants, watching the two of them.He lowered his muzzle, taking as much of the wolf into it as he could, and when he felt his lips against the fur of Richy’s sheath, he took a moment to suck gently on the stiffness in his muzzle. The sensation did relax him somewhat, letting him focus on the feel and scent of the wolf and the long erection that filled his muzzle. He explored it with his tongue, letting his other thoughts drain away as much as they could, and he felt as though the wolf in his muzzle was spreading warmth throughout his body, driving back his worries and letting the natural response of his body fill him.

A tingling sensation rippled through his fur, especially at his own sheath, which felt full and warm itself. He imagined a connection between it and his tongue, and drew his tongue along Richy’s length one last time before letting it slowly slide out of his muzzle. Glancing at Helfer, he slid his muzzle down over the wolf’s erection again, letting it slowly disappear into his russet-and-white muzzle, curling his warm tongue around it as it entered, sucking gently on it, pressing his palate against the tip, and then slowly sliding his muzzle backwards, finishing with a lick to the gleaming tip.

Helfer was panting at this point, and Volle was worried that he would come just from watching. He beckoned to Helfer and grinned, sliding his paws down to remove his own pants, though he left his shirt on.

The weasel followed suit quickly, revealing a large sheath and an erection that was already dripping fluid down its length. He grinned back at Volle and posed, showing off for the fox while casting an appreciative glance down at Volle’s lap. Though he wasn’t fully erect, Volle had become aroused enough to be showing quite a bit of his own member. He brushed a black paw along it, smiling for Helfer and Richy, and then scooted back to the corner of the couch, sweeping his tail out of the way.

Richy took a step forward. Volle reached out for his paw and held it warmly, pulling him down to the couch. “Just the muzzle tonight,” he said, touching his nose to the wolf’s. He still felt guarded, not ready for full intimacy, but his body ached for release.

Richy nodded with a smile and settled himself on the couch between Volle’s legs, his large black nose an inch from the fox’s sheath, tail wagging slowly over his raised rump. He didn’t look back at Helfer, but Volle knew the wolf was aware of him, and Helfer did too. “If you’re not going to use that nice ass, Volle,” he said, panting, “I sure will.”

Volle grinned, and so did Richy, wagging his tail harder and lifting it slightly. Helfer padded over to one of his chests and rummaged in it, finding a small ceramic pot. He dipped two fingers into it and rubbed the cream on his erection while walking back to the couch, where his paw disappeared under Richy’s tail. The wolf had been brushing his nose up and down Volle’s sheath, and he jumped slightly at the touch, then settled back again.

Helfer positioned himself behind the wolf and smiled at Volle, then pressed forward. Volle saw Richy tense slightly, then relax, and he rubbed behind the wolf’s ears. When Helfer started to thrust his hips forward and back, Volle could feel the motions in Richy’s body as it lay against him. The sight, as well as Richy’s soft brushings, had brought him fully erect, and now Richy was teasing his pink member with a soft tongue, timing the licks with the weasel’s thrusts from behind.

It was only a few minutes before Helfer started to pant and moan, and thrust faster, and then he pressed himself against the wolf with a loud moan, hips working fast. Volle felt the thrusts through Richy, who kept licking, unruffled, and Volle was amazed at how easily Richy was able to keep his focus. He was caught in the middle, as it were, but performing admirably and satisfying both ends.

It mirrored what Volle had been trying to do for the past few months: satisfy himself as well as the various people who were depending on him. He didn’t feel that comparing himself to a prostitute who was having things shoved into every available orifice was that bad a comparison, when it came right down to it. He only wished he’d been able to do his job half as well as Richy was doing his.

The wolf’s tongue was more insistent now, and Volle abandoned his introspection to focus on its warm licks. Despite his body’s need, his arousal was building slowly, partially because of his distraction, and partially because Richy was taking his time. Helfer had pulled out of the wolf and sat back on the couch, panting, his glistening member still erect against his stomach. Volle eyed it again and then looked self-consciously down at his own, which seemed small by comparison, especially given the difference in body size.

He grinned, looked back at Helfer, and figured that was a rather silly thing to worry about. Helfer had noticed his glance and grinned back, then slid off the couch and padded around to where Volle was sitting. He leaned in, placing his erection alongside the fox’s. “See? Almost the same size.”

Volle grinned at him. “Yours is longer.”

“Yours is thicker. Plus you’ve got that neat canid knot there.” He indicated the base of Volle’s member, where his knot was just starting to swell. “Hmm, Looks like you’ve still got a little time left, so…” He stepped back and picked up the jar again, this time rubbing some cream under his own tail.

Volle watched as Richy’s licks became firmer, setting his fur a-tingle again. Panting, he rubbed his paws harder through the fur behind the wolf’s cute dark ears. Helfer knelt beside the couch and slipped his muzzle under the wolf’s hips, licking and then taking Richy’s member into his muzzle. Again, Richy continued to lick at Volle without showing much reaction, though he did squirm and lift his hips.

He had just been teasing at Volle’s tip and sliding his lips over it when Helfer squirmed his whole body under the wolf, his head between Volle’s legs. He grinned up at the fox. “Nice view.”

“What…oh,” Volle grinned as the weasel started to wriggle his way backwards, and he saw Richy’s hips press downward. Helfer sighed deeply and closed his eyes, and Volle’s body shivered as he imagined the wolf’s long member sliding into the weasel, the half-swollen knot pressing through his tight tail hole.

Richy began to rock his whole body back and forth, sliding his muzzle down Volle as he worked his shaft in and out of Helfer. Volle tuned out the weasel’s squeaks and pants and concentrated on his own arousal. Physically, he was ready, his member shivering in almost painful delight at every lick, but he couldn’t get over the mental part.

Was he afraid of letting go? He dismissed that thought as soon as it came to mind. More likely, he thought, was that he was still grieving, and it just didn’t feel right. His paw tightened on Richy’s head.

The wolf stopped and looked up at him, tongue hanging out. His hips didn’t stop moving, and Helfer’s cries were getting louder as his paws clutched the couch.

He was about to tell Richy to stop, and then he hesitated. Xiller wouldn’t tell him to be chaste. He’d be urging Volle on, telling him that he needed the release. The thought made him smile, and he petted Richy’s ears in response to the wolf’s questioning gaze. “Just needed a short break,” he said.

Helfer moaned, eyes squeezed shut, and his leg pressed back against the couch as his paws grabbed the fabric. His whole body seemed to be shuddering under Richy, and then he relaxed, panting.