Coffee with Cream
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in thick golden beams, casting long shadows across the training yard. The pack had moved their party outside to enjoy the cooling air before nightfall. Wooden swords, staves, and training blades clacked and thudded as they worked through drills.
Cass lunged forward, swinging low. Zariel didn’t even bother dodging. He simply raised his forearm and let the wooden blade crack against it with a dull thud. Cass pulled back, frowning.
“I got you,” Cass said. “You’re down.”
Zariel smirked, rolling his shoulder like nothing had happened. “You know that wouldn’t do anything to me.”
Roan stepped in, voice calm but firm. “Zariel. Pretend the swords are real. I want you training like they can actually hurt you.”
Zariel gave him a flat look. “A real sword won’t do shit to me either.”
“I know that,” Roan said, patience thinning. “But the rest of us don’t have Iron Skin. I want you to act like you’re vulnerable. For training purposes.”
Zariel’s icy blue eyes narrowed. “You want me to train like I’m weak?”
Before Roan could answer, Kiran piped up from the side, grinning. “Well, we do penetrate you a lot. So you’re not completely invincible.”
Khepri let out a surprised snort. Cass bit back a laugh. Even Zariel’s mouth twitched for half a second before he looked away.
Roan shot Kiran a warning glance, then turned back to Zariel. The tension between them was thick and unusual. Roan understood Zariel was feeling his oats with his new innate power, and it's indeed a big asset to the pack. Sent a whole death squad of panthers running. But something about his attitude was a little too arrogant today.
Later that evening, the pack had gathered in Cass’s bedroom since the main living room TV had been destroyed in the attack. Roan sat against the headboard with a stack of resistance paperwork in his lap, quietly going over timelines for the new perimeter outposts and house repairs. The others were sprawled across the bed and floor, half-watching some mindless action movie.
Kiran, as usual, couldn’t sit still for long.
He crawled over to where Khepri was sitting against the wall and nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey, Capri Sun. You’ve been real quiet since you got here. Time to open you up a little.”
Khepri raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t pull away when Kiran’s paw slid up his thigh. “That a threat or an invitation?”
“Both,” Kiran purred, already working open the hyena’s pants. Khepri's jaw fell open. He didn't really think Kiran meant business...
It didn’t take long before Khepri’s creamy coffee-colored cock was out, half-hard and resting against his spotted fur. It was smooth and humanoid in shape, with a thick head and subtle veins running along the shaft. Roan glanced over from his paperwork and smirked.
“Looks a lot like Cass when he was still human,” he remarked.
Cass flushed but didn’t argue.
Kiran didn’t waste time. He shifted forward onto his hands and knees and pressed his muzzle right up against Khepri’s balls first, breathing in slow and deep. The hyena had no sheath for his cock to hide in, other than his fur covered balls, faded orange and brown with spots, and the coffee color of the cock itself, it functioned like a normal circumsized human dick. The hyena’s scent was warm and rich, a thick, musky aroma that clung to the soft spotted fur around his groin. There was something faintly sweet underneath it too, almost creamy, that made Kiran’s mouth water before he even used his tongue. "He smells clean and warm and... hmmm"
He dragged the flat of his tongue slowly along the underside of Khepri’s cock as it rested against his abs, from the base all the way up to the flushed head. Khepri wasn't in the exact shape of the rest of the pack, his belly a bit soft, but the pack will make sure to build him into a carved fighting fucking machine.
A soft, appreciative moan slipped from Kiran's throat at the taste. The skin was smooth and warm against his tongue, and the faint, salty-sweet flavor of precum already beading at the tip made Kiran’s tail wag slowly behind him. He wrapped his lips around the head and sank down, sucking slow and wet, letting his tongue swirl and press firmly along the underside as he took more of the hyena’s length into his mouth.
Khepri’s head tipped back against the wall with a quiet, shaky groan. “Fuck… you guys don’t waste time with the welcome wagon, huh?”
Roan set his papers aside and moved closer without a word. He leaned in beside Kiran and took one of Khepri’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently while his broad tongue rolled over the orb and pouch. The contrast was immediate: Kiran’s eager, rhythmic bobbing on Khepri’s cock paired with Roan’s slower, heavier attention to his balls. The thick, heady scent of arousal grew stronger between them, mixing with the warm musk rising from Khepri’s fur and the faint, clean scent of Roan’s own growing interest.
Anthros in lust release a lot of arousing scent, hard for other anthros to ignore. That is part of the blame for the pack having soo many intimate moments as a group. Like Kiran says "It's like a pack howl, instead it's a pack fuck, contagious." And Kiran is usually to blame for nobody being able to make it 24 hours without cumming.
Khepri’s thighs began to tremble. Every slow pull of Kiran’s mouth and every gentle suck from Roan sent sparks racing up his spine. The wet sounds of their mouths filled the quiet room, mixed with the soft, slick noises of Kiran’s tongue working over sensitive skin.
Khepri came with a low, shattered moan, his cock pulsing hard between Kiran’s lips, and he leaned back into it, letting it pump and release into the little eager red fox. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into the fox’s mouth in heavy spurts. Kiran pulled back just enough to let some of it coat his tongue before turning to Roan. The two of them met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, sharing the taste of Khepri between them. Their tongues slid together slowly, swapping the warm, salty-sweet fluid as they licked and cleaned every drop from Khepri’s cock and balls.
“Such a nice cock,” Kiran murmured against Khepri’s thigh once they finally pulled apart, his voice slightly hoarse. He stroked one of the hyena’s spotted thighs with slow affection. “Thick head. Tastes really good too… warm and a little sweet. Reminds me of what I miss about Cass' cock...”
"Hey the first time we had sex you complained loudly that I had no knot!" Cass reminded Kiran. Kiran shrugged and said a knot isn't everything. Cass shook his head.
Roan nodded, leaning in to lick one last stray drop from the underside of Khepri’s softening shaft. “Yeah… really nice,” he agreed softly, his own voice low with satisfaction. “Could get used to that.”
Khepri was still catching his breath when Roan moved in front of him. The big black wolf’s thick sheath was already swelling, the tip of his red cock peeking out and glistening. He looked down at the hyena, golden eyes calm but heated.
“You ever taste true Alpha?”
Zariel stopped watching the movie and looked over. stealing a glance, then went back to watching. He was still a little heated from the training.
Khepri’s ears flicked forward. There was a moment of hesitation, then a slow smile. “Only if you’re offering.”
Roan’s voice dropped. “I am. But only if you want it.”
Khepri answered by reaching up and stroking Roan’s sheath, coaxing the heavy cock fully out. It was thick, veined, and already leaking. A big, red masculine Alpha wolf cock, and soo damn warm. Khepri leaned in and took it into his mouth without hesitation, sucking with clear hunger.
"He likes it. It's alright, Khepri," Cass said. "Let yourself go, we all taste that thickie once in awhile."
Roan let him work for a minute, then gently gripped the back of Khepri’s head and pushed deeper. The hyena moaned around him as Roan’s knot began to swell against his lips. With a low growl, Roan thrust forward and locked his knot past Khepri’s teeth, holding him there as he came hard down the hyena’s throat.
Khepri’s eyes watered, but he swallowed greedily, throat working around the thick cock pulsing in his mouth.
When Roan finally pulled back, Kiran crawled over and nuzzled against Khepri’s side, tail wagging.
“We love your cock, Khepri,” the fox said cheerfully. “Welcome to the pack. And don't worry about the rest of everything, we'll make you a warrior.”
Khepri let out a breathless laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw. His spotted thighs were still trembling slightly.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You guys really know how to make a hyena feel at home. I've honestly never had this much attention to me before. Um... thanks guys.”
Zariel watched from the bed, silent. His expression was unreadable, but his icy blue eyes stayed on the group a little longer than usual. But his sour look lightened a little as the fox leaped clear across the room onto the bed.
"Khepri didn't make me cum, I'm saving it for you, big boy. The smell is thick in the air, wolf, I need it!"
Zariel put an arm around him, soft and loving big white wolf once more. "Let's think about how we're gonna get that cum out of you then, fox. Any ideas?"
Cass sighed. The pack increased in size and strength, and they now had the company of a large portion of the resistance on their lands. Things were going to be okay.
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