The Vulpirans' Honor: The Soul-Linked Saga

by Laura Jo Phillips

  “We will wash it for you, dry it, comb it, braid it, whatever you want,” Lance said.

  “Every single day,” Hunt added. “We’ll take care of it for you, ahora, this we promise. Please don’t cut it.”

  “All right, I won’t cut it,” Honey promised, a little taken aback by their reaction. “If you guys like it that much, I’ll leave it as it is.”

  “Thank you, Honey,” Lance said with real relief.

  “You should not scare your Rami like that,” Hunt scolded gently.

  “I didn’t’ mean to scare you,” Honey said. “Who knew grown men would care so much about hair?”

  “I do not know what other grown men care about,” Vikter said. “But for us, your hair is sexy and beautiful and we care about it very much.”

  “Okay, I got it,” she said, stepping into the shower. “No hair cuts.”

  Honey stepped beneath the shower head and turned her face up into the hot spray with a sigh of pleasure. A moment later, she felt a hard body, Hunt, she knew, press up behind her. She smiled as his soapy hands reached around from behind and ran slowly over her breasts, squeezing gently. She leaned her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

  She opened her eyes a moment later and saw Vikter and Lance standing in front of her, watching Hunt’s hands on her breasts. She lifted her head, went up on her toes and kissed Vikter, placing her hands on his chest to help keep her balance. Hunt began pinching her nipples lightly between his fingers, sending sharp little thrills of pleasure to race through her as she explored Vikter’s mouth with her own.

  She loved the way his lips felt against hers, the way his breathing sped up when she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She slid her hands down his chest until she found his nipples and began pinching them lightly the way Hunt was pinching hers. Vikter shuddered, his nipples growing hard between her fingers and she moaned with pleasure at his reaction.

  She left his mouth and trailed kisses down his neck to his chest and shoulders, taking her time, licking and tasting as she went. She spent a few moments exploring his nipples with her lips and tongue, loving the way he reacted to her, his pleasure encouraging her to go on.

  She grew bolder, moving further down his body until she was kneeling on the shower floor. She wrapped her hands wrapped around his hard, thick cock, caressing it, loving the contrasts between the silky soft skin over the hot, hard flesh. She bent her head and licked the tiny slit at the top, taking the pearly drop of moisture into her mouth with a tiny flick of her tongue. She searched for more, loving the salty male taste of him, before exploring the rest of the hard, thick member with her mouth. She circled the head with her tongue, then the ridge beneath, then traced the pulsing veins.

  When she was sure she had explored him thoroughly, she stretched her lips wide and took him deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the broad head, then pulled back before taking him deeper still. She saw Hunt and Lance move up beside her from the corner of her eyes, each of them stroking their own hard cocks as they watched her take Vikter into her mouth. She reached out with both hands, taking Lance in her left hand and Hunt in her right, stroking them as she continued to suck on Vikter, taking him to the back of her throat before pulling her head back, then taking him deep again.

  “I’m going to come, zetia,” Vikter warned. “You should stop.”

  Honey would have laughed if she could have. She knew what would happen and she wanted it. Did he think she would go this far and then stop? She took him as deeply as she could while she stroked Hunt and Lance harder and faster.

  Vikter buried his fingers in her hair, struggling to hold back, wanting this exquisite moment to last as long as possible. Hunt wrapped his hand around hers and urged her to squeeze him tighter, stroke him faster, and she moaned with the excitement of pleasuring all three men at once.

  “When he hits the back of your throat, swallow,” Hunt said, his voice vibrating with intensity. “Just remember that you won’t be able to breathe while he’s in your throat.”

  Excited to try it, Honey took Vikter to the back of her throat, then swallowed, just as Hunt had instructed her. She felt him enter her throat with a faint popping sensation. She pressed against him, her entire body shuddering when she felt his full, thick, length slip into her throat. When she could hold her breath no longer she pulled back, took a quick breath of air and took him deep again.

  The feel of him popping deep into her throat caused a new wave of arousal to race through her and she shuddered again. Then Vikter’s cock began to jerk as he came, shooting deep into her throat with spurt after spurt. When she could not hold her breath any longer she pulled back, then took him deep once more, waiting until he was finished coming, her pussy gushing hungrily.

  She lifted her mouth from Vikter and turned toward Lance, taking him as deep as she could in one stroke, swallowing as he reached the back of her throat. Lance groaned at the sudden, intense pleasure of being deep inside of Honey’s hot throat, and he had to fight not to climax instantly.

  Honey pulled back, then took him deep again, and this time Lance could not stop himself. He roared his pleasure as he came, pouring his essence into her welcoming throat, straining to keep himself from pounding deeper into her.

  Honey felt Lance’s seed spurt into her throat, and held herself still for as long as she could before pulling back for a breath of air. She took him deep again, waiting until she was certain he was finished. Then she raised her head and turned to Hunt.

  “Take him deep,” Vikter said hoarsely. Honey glanced up at Hunt, the intense grimace of arousal on his face causing her pussy to spasm. She smiled slowly, then stuck out her tongue and gave his cock a long, slow, deliberate lick. Hunt shivered in her hand as he grew even harder. She opened her mouth and lowered it over Hunt’s cock, taking him deeper and deeper until he pressed against the back of her throat. Then she swallowed hard and felt him pop into her throat.

  “All the way, zetia,” Vikter coaxed. “Take him all the way into your hot, tight, little throat.”

  Honey lowered her head, plunging Hunt’s cock all the way into her throat until her lips were against the small curls at the base, his heavy testicles pressed against her chin.

  “Oh yes,” Hunt gasped, arching his hips against her, pressing deeper.

  Honey pulled back, desperate for air, but after one quick breath she slammed her head down again, barely swallowing before Hunt popped into her throat once again. He threw back his head and roared as his cock began jerking and pulsing in her throat, his seed flooding her throat in a hot rush that had Honey climaxing along with him. Her hips jerked as her fingers dug into Hunt’s hips, her soft moan vibrating against him causing his orgasm to go on and on until his knees grew weak.

  Honey pulled back only when she couldn’t wait another moment for a breath of air, then took him deep once again. When he was finished, she let him slip slowly from her mouth and rested her head against his thigh, too shaky to try to stand.

  “That was so deliciously erotic to watch,” Vikter said as he knelt beside her and pulled her into his arms. “You are so delicious, zetia. Sweeter than honey in every way.”

  Honey smiled, but her muscles felt like rubber. “I’m not sure I can even wash myself now,” she admitted.

  “That’s good since we intend to do it for you,” Lance said as he reached for the shampoo.

  “No, you don’t need to do that,” she said. “I’ll be okay in a minute.”

  “Relax, zetia, let us care for you,” Vikter said.

  Hunt leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her long and deep. When he raised his head, his eyes were so hot, and so intense that her skin pebbled and her nipples tightened. Hunt saw her reaction and smiled.

  “We will wash you, and dry you, and care for you as is our right and our privilege, ahora,” he said in a low voice that seemed to reach something deep inside of her.

  Honey looked up and smiled to see that they were all watching her with l
ove and warmth in their eyes. For her. All of it, for her.

  She sighed softly and allowed herself to relax, content in their feelings for her, and hers for them. This was what she had always wanted. And now that she had it, it was ten times better than any dream or fantasy could ever equal.

  ***

  Darck climbed the rocky hill beside the Brethren encampment, moving cautiously, but without hesitation. These past months living with the village he had learned to hunt, to pay attention to his surroundings, to use all of his senses when he was not within the confines of the village. He’d also learned a lot about the new world he now called home. The plants, the animals, the landscape.

  Right now, his senses told him that there were at least six, maybe eight, male Brethren waiting for him in the meeting place. He’d expected his father to be alone. His father’s scent was one of those who waited, which was the only reason he didn’t turn around and leave.

  He moved closer, shifting silently from boulder to bush to rock, until he could see the group of young males huddling below the top edge of the outcropping. They were all familiar to him, all his age or younger. Except for his father and one other man.

  Darck took a deep breath and stood up in plain sight before walking straight toward them.

  “Hello, Son,” his father said, coming forward to greet him. Darck returned the greeting, hiding his shock at his father’s appearance.

  “You are ill,” he said.

  “Yes, I am,” he replied. “As is Grogan.”

  Darck turned as Grogan, an older male who had rarely spoken to him, approached, looking older and sicker even than his father.

  “Darck,” he said, his voice a soft croak, but his eyes as sharp as ever. After studying him for a few moments, he nodded. “Your father is correct. You have grown up. I will trust you with the life of my grandson.”

  Darck was so stunned he didn’t know what to say.

  “Son, these six young males have been taken from their beds with no one being the wiser,” his father said. “Grogan and I chose them, and planned this. We believe they are young enough to change and that they will not give you trouble. The life you now have, we want for them. The rest are too old to change, or too sick to travel.”

  Darck nodded. “I will watch over them, and make sure that they are safe and well. They will be welcomed, and if they wish, they will have happy lives and families.”

  “That is more than we can offer them,” Grogan said. “More than I ever dreamed of.”

  “No others know of this?” Darck asked.

  “No,” Jarlek replied. “There might be a few more we can send to you, but for your sake we must be careful. If there are, I will leave another message for you to come.”

  “All right, Father,” Darck replied. “Any who wish to come will be welcome, but only if they wish to break from Stalnek, and the Brethren.”

  “We understand,” Jarlek said. “Stalnek will be here in two weeks. By then, both Grogan and I will be ashes in the ground, along with this secret.”

  He handed a pack to Darck, who took it hesitantly. It was heavy and bulky, but Darck couldn’t guess what it held.

  “These are the artifacts of the Brethren,” Jarlek said. “You should have them as you, and these young men, will be the future of our race. Not Stalnek.”

  “I shall treasure them, father,” Darck said, overwhelmed with feeling.

  “Do not treasure them too much,” Grogan warned. “They are important as they are ancient, and a part of our history. But do not let them set the course of your future as Stalnek has done. Do not let them guide you. Use your own mind and heart for that.”

  “I will, Grogan,” Darck said. He set the pack down on the ground and reached out to his Father with both arms, hugging him for the first time in his life. “You are wiser than I ever knew, Father,” he said. “I thank you for this gift.”

  “The relics, I fear, are more burden than gift,” Jarlek said.

  “The gift I speak of is you, Father,” Darck said.

  Grogan nodded slowly. “It is as he has said,” he told Darck. “You are grown into a man to be proud of. My grandson could have no better male to follow. I was worried, I admit, but I am not any longer.”

  “Thank you, Grogan,” Darck said. “I will care for all of these men as my own brothers because in truth, they are.”

  Grogan gestured to the men standing nearby watching the scene. Darck took a moment to study each of them carefully. If he had any doubts about one of them, that one would not live to see the village. He would not endanger the village, or his new family.

  They looked nervous and surprised, but they also looked excited. Life on Onddo had not been good to them. The prospect of something better couldn’t help but be exciting. Darck knew these men, and was satisfied. His father, and Grogan, had chosen well.

  “Have any of you done anything but sit the past few weeks?” he asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to know if they’d be honest with him. When they all shook their heads, he was pleased.

  “All right,” he said. “We have a long way to go, and we have to get there before dawn or we risk being seen by one of the dragons. I know you aren’t real strong right now, so I’ll go as slow as I can. If you can’t keep up, let me know and we’ll rest, but remember, safety lies in moving as quickly as we can.”

  “You don’t sound like the Darck I used to know,” one of the men said.

  “I’m not,” Darck replied shortly. “Follow me, and try to be quiet. No talking unless you have to, and then only in a whisper.”

  Darck hefted the pack onto his back as he watched his father and Grogan walk away, knowing this would be the last time he ever saw his father. When the two older men were out of sight, he turned his back on the encampment and the remainder of the Brethren. Then he headed down the rocky slope, the six males behind him making far more noise than he liked. He remembered his embarrassment that first time Thelba had taken him to the village, when he made more noise than a herd of thundering elephants. He could treat his brothers with no less kindness and understanding than she had treated him.

  Day Twenty

  “Honey, you got a minute?” Doc asked, sticking his head in the door to her office.

  “Of course, Doc,” Honey replied, closing the file she’d been reading. “What’s up?”

  “I’ve got a patient, she’s the human wife of a Bearen male-set,” Doc said, closing the door behind him. “They’ve been trying for years to have children, now she’s twelve weeks in, but I’m afraid I found a problem.”

  “What’s that?” Honey asked, knowing by Doc’s manner that it was something serious.

  Doc walked around her desk and she slid the keyboard to her vid-terminal over to him. He tapped a few keys and Lexa Bearen-Ti’s latest scans appeared on the vid screen. Honey saw the problem right away. She hadn’t had a chance to learn everything about the Jasani as yet, but she had a good understanding of the difficulties faced by Jasani male-sets with human wives who wanted to have children. Frankly, she was amazed they had as many children as they did.

  “This is not good,” she said. “It’s the primary fetus, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it is,” Doc replied. “Not that it matters which one it is. If one is lost, they’ll all be lost.”

  “Well, don’t give up hope just yet,” Honey said as she expanded the view so she could see more detail of the heart on the first of the three fetuses.

  “I know you said you’ve done something like this before,” Doc said as he watched her lean toward the screen as she studied the image intently. “I’m almost afraid to ask if you can fix this, though.”

  “Then I won’t make you,” Honey said, leaning back and standing up. “I might be able to do this, Doc. I can’t promise, but I have done it before. Let’s go.”

  “Wait,” Doc said. “You sure you’re strong enough for this? Should I call Jareth in?”

  “I didn’t have a healer when I did it before,” Honey said. “It wasn’t t
he same defect, but similar. And it was a single fetus, not triplets. Whether those factors will matter or not, I don’t know.”

  “All right, let’s go,” Doc said. He opened the door and led the way out into the main exam room where a young looking woman with short, silky blonde hair and large, scared brown eyes sat on the edge of a bed with her Rami gathered around her. Honey knew that the woman was not an Arima, but that didn’t mean that the Bearens she was married to loved her any less. From their body language and the expressions on their faces, they loved her a great deal.

  Doc introduced them, then started to explain Honey’s talent, but one of the men, Cordan Bearen-Ti, held up one hand. “We have heard of Dr. Honey’s talent, Doc,” he said. “Our cousin, Jackson, has told us of her.” He turned his cool blue eyes on Honey. “If there is anything you can do to save our sons, Dr. Honey, we will be most grateful. If not, we will understand. Some things cannot be changed.”

  “I’ll do what I can,” Honey said, stepping closer to Lexa. She smiled at the woman, trying to ease her fear. “Please lie down, Lexa. Relax as much as you can, okay?”

  “Do you really think there’s a chance you can fix this?” Lexa asked. “Please, don’t get my hopes up if you can’t.”

  “I can’t promise,” Honey said. “But I think there’s a chance, yes.”

  Lexa nodded and laid down on the bed. Cordan Bearen-Ti walked around to stand near the head of the bed, one hand stroking Lexa’s hair, the other two men standing on the opposite side. Honey grabbed a chair and brought it beside the bed and sat down before reaching out to place both hands lightly on Lexa’s abdomen. She closed her eyes and focused.

  ***

  Summer watched as Maxim, Loni, and Ran shifted into their alter-forms, the beauty of their huge katrencas taking her breath away, as always. Ten feet tall at the shoulder, and twenty feet long, not counting their long tufted tails. They all had thick, golden fur and large golden eyes, the same color as their hair and eyes when in their human forms. The only difference between them was the color of the thick tufts on the ends of their tails. Like the tail-locks they had in their human forms, Maxim’s was black, Loni’s dark red, and Ran’s white. Aside from the short horns just above their ears, they reminded Summer of Earth panthers.