Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
The very next morning, I put on my best dress with the intention of going to the wolf den to talk to Gracelea. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I needed to do something. I felt so guilty I could barely look at Kala, which was making the wolf demon miserable. If he had a tail, it would be tucked between his legs. The worst of it was that neither he nor Rath seemed to understand why I was upset. It must be the binding that made them think that everything I did was right. Well, I knew it wasn't!
I refused to let either of them accompany me, which was probably not the smartest thing to do, but what choice did I have. I couldn't very well go with Kala to see the mate he had deserted and her reaction to Rath had been one of fear. So I went alone.
As I got closer to the den, I began to really worry about this idea. More and more wolves gathered around me and soon I had about twenty surrounding me - not hindering me, but keeping pace with me. The wolf demons were lounging in front of the den when I approached and one of them got up and came towards me. I asked to see Gracelea. He stared at me, his face not showing any emotion at all, then nodded towards the den. I really didn't want to go inside that cave, but I realized that showing abject terror would not be a good thing. I mustered what little courage I had and walked into the den.
The cave was much larger than it looked from the outside and there were many nooks in the walls and smaller branches going even deeper into the hillside. Soft grass beds were in each nook - sleeping areas. I could see only she-wolves in the cave, so I asked the nearest one for Gracelea and was pointed to a nook at the very back of the den. I walked to the back, trying to ignore the hostile stares.
Gracelea was sitting on her bower, and she did not rise when I approached. Her face showed her hatred of me, but it also showed surprise. And maybe, I hoped, respect for my bravery. I stood before her and she did not offer me a place to sit, so I just sat down on a rock near the bower. I thought that since I was not actually sitting in the bower that I would not breach whatever wolf etiquette existed in the den. She glared at me and said absolutely nothing.
"I wanted to talk to you about Kala." I began. I swear she started growling. "I didn't know he was your mate."
"He no longer is." Gracelea said tersely.
"Yes, I know," I paused not sure what to say, "I just wanted to tell you how sorry am I."
"Sorry? My mate of many years says he is in love with a human child and you say you are sorry? He will not even look at me - he pulls away if I even touch him." Her eyes filled with tears, and she brusquely brushed them away. "I cannot understand why he would turn from me for you. Not just because you are human - but you are a child! How can he love you?"
I moved down to sit beside her, hoping that she would not tear me to pieces, but she did nothing. She just sat there, tears running down her face. "He doesn't really love me. But my power makes him think he does."
"What? Your power?"
"Yes, it seems I have to power to enthrall male demons. Well, I guess just males - I never tried it on anyone else." Then I told her about Rath and how I had accidentally bound him when he was going to attack me. And then I told her why I had bound Kala.
"It just never occurred to me that he had a mate. I am so sorry."
"Can you unbind him?" Gracelea asked, hope filling her eyes.
"I don't think so. I tried to last night. I tried to see the golden string that binds them to me but I couldn't. I have no idea how to unbind him. I'm not even sure I understand how I bound them in the first place."
Hope died and she looked at me with a deep sadness, but at least, there was no longer hatred in her eyes. She pondered what I said for a while, then asked, "Do you mate with them?"
"Mate? Oh, you mean have sex. Well, sort of, but not really. I sit there while they --- they…." I blushed deep red and stopped.
"Oh."
There didn't seem to be anything else to say, so I stood up, preparing to leave. Gracelea stood up also, "I will walk you home."
I thanked her and together we walked home. We walked in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. When she got to the edge of the forest, she stopped. My house was just past the clearing, next to the little lake. "Thank you for telling me, Amara. At least I know he didn't really stop loving me."
I thanked her again and started towards my home, when she called out, "He likes his shoulders rubbed." When I turned back, she was gone, disappearing into the thick forest.
It was nearly noon and I had missed Kala's usual time. They were both waiting anxiously for me on the porch. Kala sniffed and exclaimed, "You went to the wolf den!!!"
Rath immediately stood up, "You should have never gone alone!"
"Well, I did and I am fine." I went in the house to get lunch, ignoring the two of them. They were both appalled at me and continued to admonish me until I told them to be quiet. Obediently, they shut up. After lunch, I went outside. Kala followed closely, silent, but his eyes pleading. I lead the way to his spot, "Come on."
Once at his spot, I suddenly realized that it was hidden from the sight of anyone in the forest. I plopped down, always wishing I could be as graceful as Rath. Kala immediately dropped down, his head in my lap, and started pulling at his loincloth. I felt so sorry for him - he should be with his pretty mate doing this properly - not writhing on the ground in misery. I stroked his shoulder, then began to rub it. He looked up at me, a strange look on his face, but said nothing. Then his fingers got busy, moving up and down his penis, turning it rigid and swollen. Soon drops of liquid formed at the tip and he spread them over his length. His hand continued in rhythmic strokes from root to tip. His face was flushed with his passion and his penis reddened as more blood pumped into it. With his other hand, he reached for his balls and squeezed them, then released them, over and over, in time to the pumping of his other hand. He began to moan and thrash, his hips undulating with the same rhythm. Suddenly he pressed deep his head into my lap as he arched into a backward bow. At the same time he squeezed his balls hard and brought his hand from root to tip in one hard pumping motion. Kala cried out as he released, spattering the nearby grass with his white semen. Over and over he came, emptying himself as he always did. Finally, he lay limp and exhausted, his hair damp from the exertion. His penis was now a deep red from the friction of his hand and all the blood pumped into it. Slowly it softened and returned into its normal light tan color.
I don't know why I did it, but I reached down and stroked his velvet-soft tip. He gave a little moan of contentment but he was far too spent to react further. For a long while I sat there running my finger over his tip as he lay there happily in my lap.