Free Weasel Presents by Kyell Gold Page A

females. Not too expensive. Why didn’t you go?”
    Jherik shrugged. “Marhik never went. I didn’t think it was proper for a noble.”
    Benton smiled. “Well, I’ll be happy to give you the benefit of my experience. You can tell me if I’m as good a teacher as you are.”
    “You’re doing fine so far. So...what should I do?”
    The fox grinned at him and then guided him to the cot. “Lie on your back?”
    Jherik obliged, stretching his bulky frame over the small cot. Benton knelt at one end, and lowered his nose to Jherik’s sac. The first few licks were familiar to Jherik, soft sensations traveling up his shaft and sheath, a smaller, more delicate tongue tracing lines of pleasure around his member. Then the tongue descended slowly, lifting the sac and venturing underneath, and Jherik felt its touch on the opening beneath his tail. He shivered in pleasure and let out a gasping moan.
    “Mmm,” Benton said in reply, and licked again, pressing harder. Jherik lifted his legs and rump, stretching his thighs apart, doing anything he could to give the fox more room to lick. Every touch set his body tingling; it was a different and more diffuse pleasure than the strokes to his member had produced, but it was just as delightful and it made him feel as though he were floating on the cot in a dreamy, blissful state.
    The warmth and rhythmic stroking seemed as though it would go on forever. The tongue pressed further into him, and he just wriggled more, moaning to the ceiling. He curled his toes, lowered them slightly and found fur, and rubbed the fox’s back, hoping it conveyed his feelings properly.
    Benton smiled, lifting his muzzle. “Tell me if this hurts, okay?” he said softly.
    Jherik saw the fox licking his paw, saw him lower it down between his own legs, and knew what was coming. “Go ahead,” he replied.
    He watched Benton raise himself up, felt a brush at his tail hole, and then a pressure, a little harder than the tongue, and then much harder. “Relax,” Benton breathed, and Jherik tried, allowing the fox to slide inside him.
    It was only mildly pleasant at first, but when Benton wrapped his paw around Jherik’s member and started to stroke in time with his thrusts, Jherik felt himself shudder in delight. “Ohhhh,” he moaned, and clutched the sides of the cot. He looked up at Benton and saw an expression of bliss on the fox’s muzzle as well. He felt as though he wanted to do more, but couldn’t figure out what he could do, so he lay back and let the waves of excitement shudder through him.
    When Benton started to pant harder, and pushed his knot through Jherik’s opening, the cougar couldn’t restrain himself. He moaned loudly and felt his whole body tighten up. There was a low crack from the cot as he clenched it, but he ignored it and wrapped his legs around the fox’s waist, pulling Benton closer in to him as he arched his back and finally gave in to the ecstatic pressure, dotting his chest and stomach with splashes of his warm seed. His body convulsed over and over in pleasure, and when he finally lifted his muzzle, he was treated to the sight of a white-coated black paw on his member, above which Benton’s muzzle was hanging open as his body shuddered and released into Jherik. And it struck him that he was as genuinely delighted to see the fox’s pleasure as he had been to feel his own.
    So this is what he meant, he thought, thinking of his books, and then opened his arms to let the exhausted fox fall onto his stomach.
    He wrapped his arms around Benton. He couldn’t quite reach him with his muzzle, so he just stroked his shoulders and ears. The fox’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t seem to mind that his fur was now largely stuck to Jherik’s. He was smiling and nuzzling the cougar’s chest, paws rubbing his sides.
    Jherik giggled as the black claws teased a particular spot below his ribs, and Benton opened an eye, grinning mischievously as he brushed the spot over and over again.