The Big Bad Wolf

Sooo, on with the story.


Chapter 7

They had been wrong. Shabelle hadn’t been mad at them. Not after she had seen their kissed swollen lips, messy hair and the five, six hickeys Las neck was showing. She just smirked and then told them to sleep well. And not to be too noisy…

Las blushed very red and Penullus tried to stutter out something to reply her with but she just laughed and walked away, leaving two very flushed males.
They walked in silence to the hut, not even looking at each other. The whole evening was awkward and if their eyes met both would blush hard and turn away. Penullus hated that he was acting like some little virgin, blushing and feeling uncomfortable. But the thing was that he cared about Las and what he thought; they were soon-to-be-mates after all. Now two weeks had passed and Penullus was at the breaking point. They had gotten over all the awkward but now he wanted to do more. To push him down and ravish him, kiss in public or just hold hands! But Las seemed so uncomfortable that he couldn’t.
They kissed, a lot, but only if they were alone in their hut or out hunting. They held hands and Las let Penullus have an arm around his shoulders if they were with Em and Sabel or Celio. The alpha knew that he would have to take things in his own hands and do something or Las and he wouldn’t take any more steps…

Over the two weeks Las hadn’t thought much about his life. He enjoyed it in the village and he usually took care of the young ones with Em and Doll. The training with the pups was funny and some of them had started to learn the trick to change. He had found some friends but still got along best with Em and Doll. Then he also had some things that irritated him. Rika was one thing. That female (that looked like a male) was the ugliest and meanest bitch that existed on this planet! She always tried to get him into trouble. Like that one time when she had pushed a pup into the river and then run to the village to tell the others. Luckily Las had been out walking in the forest at that time with Pen so no one believed her. It was also lucky that the pup was old enough to swim and then he bit Rika in her tail and hid behind Las and Pen.

Speaking of enemies… There were some females that seemed to have problems with him. Some ignored him when he asked something. They refused to cook food to him. They didn’t let him watch their pups. They really, really liked to show him they didn’t like him that much… But then again he just ignored them and cling some more on Pen whenever they were close. And Pen didn’t complain. If they could just-

“Las?”

“Hm?” Las looked up from where he was sitting outside his and Pens’ hut, stirring in a pot.

“That…meal…looks pretty…interesting.”

Las looked down and at first he didn’t see anything amiss, but when Pens’ shirt came floating to the surface he quickly got up.

“Fua-ah haha…” He looked at Em, knowing she hated curses, and then quickly fished the shirt out. Of course Pen and Celio just HAD to choose that time to walk around the corner of the hut.

Pen looked at Las.

He looked at his shirt, hanging from a stick.

He looked at Las and Las could see his eyebrow twitch.

Next to Pen stood Celio, grinning like a mad man.

“RUN LAS!” Em yelled and Las jumped up and sprinted away, Pen running after him and shouting.

…….

Later, after Pen had “punished” Las by catching him, pushing him down and thoroughly ravished him in front of Shabelle and the other elders, they were sitting with Celio and his pot, Celio fixing dinner.

“Las, could you go to Em and fix some carrots? I’m out of them.”

“Sure.” Las stood up and made his way towards Ems’ and Sabels’ hut, missing Celio and his grin. But Pen didn’t.

“What?”

“What do you mean dear alpha?”

“Why are you smirking?”

“Why wonderful alpha I just want to know what you’re planning to do.”

“Do?”

“Yeah, with Las.”

“What am I suppose to do?”

Celio could barely back the laugh, but only because it was Penullus and he really liked Las he held back. Barely.

“Yeah, I mean, weren’t you suppose to mate?”

“Well yes, but I can’t do anything to him that he doesn’t like.”

Oh. Dear little Penelope was thinking about his soon-to-be-mate. Celio smiled a gentle smile and patted Penullus shoulder, startle him a little.

“Why don’t you ask him what he wants? Or just push him down and give him the greatest pleasure ever?”

“Can I really do that?”

“No?" A dramatic sign. "Of course! If he panics you’ll just say it was a way of showing your love to him.”

Pen thought about it and it made sense. He missed Celio smirk while his head was bowed in thoughts…


………….. Evening …………..


They came back to the hut after eating and hanging out with Celio and went inside. Pen lay down first, looking at Las combing through his hair, sitting only in a cloth. His tanned body and golden hair making him unable to take his eyes off him. His thoughts came back to what Celio had said earlier and he made a decision. He slowly dragged himself up, eyes on that unprotected throat and neck. He slid closer, taking in Las scent by sniffing his neck. He then grabbed his shoulders and yanked him close to his chest.

Las sat, fixing himself before sleeping, hearing Pen move around, but not paying attention to him. Not until he was yanked back into his lap. He looked back at Pen, confused.

“Las?”

“What?”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

1

2

3…

“WHAAAAAAAAT?!”

“Yeah, you know, when you-”

“STOP, STOP! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR!”

Las tried desperately to get away, but Pens’ grip was firm.

“I’m serious.”

“What?”

“I’m serious, have you?”

What to do? What to do? What to do? Las could feel a small drop of sweat roll down his cheek while he tried to say something. To get anything out of his mouth.

“No.”

Oh fuck, smooth one Las. Tell him that you’re a virgin too, that you hadn’t even kissed before Pen. That you a complete fu-eh hehe fine (Em had beating the not-curse-language into him) little virgin.

“I’ve never done anything like that. I'm a virgin.”

FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Keep your mouth shut. NOW.

Penullus blinked. Virgin. Never touched. Virgin. He felt his arousal grow, thinking about being Las’ first. But then again, they would be each other first. Should he tell Las that was a virgin too? He had masturbated but never with another being.

“Then, want me to teach you?”

“Huh?”

Instead of answering Pen just let one hand sneak down in his cloth and grabbed his- his- his.

A loud moan escaped Las lips before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips upwards, earning a chuckle from Pen.

“Like that?”

Las could only nod and then moan again when Pen squeezed a little harder. He started to slowly moving his hand over Las cock, up and down. His hand teased the slit before going up and down yet again. Las started to whine and moan and was pumping his hips into the hand. His hips were moving faster and faster, Pens’ grip getting tighter and tighter.

“Ouch, hurts.” Pen stopped for a second before he loosened his grip and started the slow process again. Las whined and tried to get more friction, but Pen held him still with an arm around his waist.

Oh god did it feel good! Las was at a loss for the pleasure! He didn’t know if he should moan, move or do anything. His brain had long ago melted away and now he was just a whimpering little pup, trying hard to not come too soon. He was about to lose that battle soon. Really soon…

Pen started to move his hand quicker, sometimes squeezing the cock a little extra, making Las whimper. Suddenly Las threw his head back and wailed, coming all over Pens’ hand and his own stomach. They sat there panting, while Las tried to make his brain work again. That had been so good! Why didn’t he and Tan learn that earlier? He shifted a little, feeling Pen tense behind him. He also felt a very hard, think cock behind him.

“Pen?”

“Hm?” Pen was licking his neck, letting his hands and fingers roam over Las torso and shoulders.

“What about you?” He looked at Las eyes; seeing a little fear in them, but also seeing lust and determination.

“Well, I don’t want to force you, but…”

Las slowly turned around so they were sitting chest to chest. His face was red and he couldn’t look Pen in the eyes, but instead looked down at his chest. He let his hands slide down on Pens’ chest and then slowly rubbing over his straining erection. He was rock hard and Las tried to swallow some saliva in his mouth. But it was impossible. He shook his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then slowly sneaked his hands inside Pens’ cloth. He gulped when his hands came in contact with Penullus cock. It felt normal, but then again he didn’t have much to compare with… He looked down while fishing it out off the cloth, gulping when his eyes found it. It was big and had some pearls of cum already slowly making their way down from the head. He looked up at Pen, seeing his eyes had darkened quite a bit.

He leaned in closer, smiling up at Pen and kissing him. He separated his lips with his tongue and he began to slowly kiss him, both to calm him and himself down a bit. He then started to move his hand but Pen jerked away with a hiss.

“What did I do?”

“To-too tight…” Pen was slowly rubbing his own cock, hissing a little. Then he signed and petted Las head.

“I guess I have to teach you that too.”

Las gulped but nodded. He felt so embarrassed that he just wanted to leave! He had tried to remember what Pen had done, but now when it was his turn to try he had messed up, big time. He felt a couple of drops roll down his cheeks and he tried to hold back a sob.

“Las, what’s wrong, why are you crying? Hey, come here.” Pen pulled him closer and petted his head and back while Las sobbed on his shoulder.

“So-sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“But I messed up! It didn’t feel good for you as it did for me!”

“Oh. But that’s only because you have never done it before. Here, let me.”

Pen grabbed his hand, his other holding him around his shoulders. They then grabbed his cock that was still hard, amazingly enough.

“Now careful.”

Las nodded and carefully grabbed Pens cock. Pen chuckled and tightened their grip a little.

“Don’t be afraid, just follow your instincts, okay?”

Las nodded again and started to slowly and shyly stroke the cock. But then he heard Pen moan and he couldn’t help to smile a little.

“Good?”

“Good, oh fuck.”

Las hand moved faster and faster and they shared a kiss as Pen came, spilling his seed over Las hand. Las lifted his hand to his mouth and started to lick it off, missing Pens’ strained whine completely.

“What?”

Pen just shook his head and smiled. He then grabbed a piece of cloth, drying them off and then they both lay down to sleep. Las quickly fell asleep but Pen just smiled and tugged Las closer. Even if they were making slow progress it made it so much more special when they really did something. If it was going to be like this he could wait some more. He pecked Las on his forehead and then fell asleep.


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