True Bond
The bond settled in over the course of a week, and the pack quickly learned that psychic links and basic privacy did not mix well. Not that Kiran ever allows the pack privacy, but this was a whole new level.
Day 1 – Training Gone Wrong
It started during morning sparring.
Zariel had Cass pinned in a headlock, both of them focused and sweating under the early sun, when the sensation slammed into him like a freight train.
One second he was thinking about leverage. The next, heat wrapped around his cock, wet, tight, moving. A tongue. Then a throat. Someone was getting sucked off with enthusiastic, sloppy dedication.
Zariel’s knees buckled.
“Kiran,” he snarled out loud, voice strangled.
Across the training field, Kiran was perched on the fence like he owned it, tail wagging, while Khepri pulled off of his foxy length and looked like he was being reprimanded, which he was in a way.
"Khepri wanted to make ME feel good, we forgot you all didn't want to feel good too," Kiran yelled. "Sorry!"
Cass, still trapped in the headlock, made a wounded noise. “I can feel that. Khepri is quite good at it but damn, right now?"
"Well it's not like he's blowing YOU right now!" Kiran shouted back playfully, "You're just eavesdropping... with your mind!"
Roan, who had been calmly observing from the side with his arms crossed, went very still. His ears pinned flat against his skull.
“Kiran,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “If you don’t stop broadcasting your dick across the group chat, I am going to make you run laps until you physically cannot get hard.”
“…Group chat?” Khepri asked weakly from where he was, nect to Kiran, the joy of giving a bj apparently sidelined for now. His face was already turning red. “Oh no. Oh no. I can feel it too. Why can I feel my own mouth!"
“Because Kiran has no concept of mental privacy,” Roan said through gritted teeth. “Kiran. Out. Now.”
“I don’t know how!” Kiran wailed. “It’s not like there’s an off switch! This is Cass’s fault!”
Cass finally twisted free of Zariel’s hold and sat up, panting. “I didn’t ask for this! Blame the Temple!”
From the porch, Roan pinched the bridge of his muzzle so hard it looked painful. “Everyone. Five laps. Now. And if anyone pops a knot during those laps, we are doing this again tomorrow.”
Kiran grinned, unrepentant. “Haha, so worth it.”
The Shower Incident
It was already bad enough that the entire pack could feel the water running over Zariel’s body while he showered.
But then he started stroking himself. As if all the sex this pack has is not enough!
They were all sitting around the breakfast table when it hit.
Kiran dropped his spoon into his cereal with a clink. Khepri made a small, punched-out moan and nearly slid under the table. Cass froze with a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. Even Roan went rigid, golden eyes widening.
From the bathroom came the unmistakable rhythm of a hand working over slick skin, mixed with the steady rush of water, warmth splashing over his length, lines of warm shower water running off his loose scrotum. And Zariel, being soo huge where it counts, made for an odd sensation for the rest of them, especially the fox.
"I feel like Zariel could slap that thing against this coffee table and it'd snap right in half. How does his back not hurt all the time?"
Roan closed his eyes like he was praying for strength.
“Z,” he said out loud, voice strained. “We are literally eating cereal.”
There was a beat of silence across the link.
Then Zariel’s mental voice, sheepish and a little breathless: I thought I had the door locked.
Kiran’s reply was immediate and gleeful. That doesn’t matter, you absolute disaster! We can feel your hand on your dick!
Cass buried his face in his paws. “I am never going to be able to look at scrambled eggs the same way again.”
From the shower, Zariel’s low groan echoed both physically and mentally as he came, and every single one of them felt it ripple through the bond like a shared full-body shiver.
Cass, oddly enough, was busy analyzing the nature of the bond while the others we content to just suffer the side effects. He noted that although he could feel every pulse and orgasmic sting of Zariel's release, his own real body was not any closer to climax. But as someone who is highly rewired for prostate orgasms, he knows that no matter how intense it feels like he's cumming during prostate stimulation, the actual penile pathway doesn't budge. Which is great for hours long prostate pleasure, no release menas no refraction period.
Cass was going to share his observation but he felt like the others thought he was prostate-obsessed when he talked about it too often. Being kink shamed by THIS pack is something else...
Khepri whimpered into his arms. “I hate this family.”
“No you don’t,” Kiran said cheerfully, already reaching for another spoonful of cereal like nothing had happened.
“…No,” Khepri admitted. “But I want to.”
Cold Pizza Shame
It was nearly 2 a.m. when Cass gave up on sleep and wandered into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, stared at the leftover pizza box for three full seconds, then just grabbed a slice and started eating it cold, standing there in the dark like a gremlin... shame? What is shame? Pizza is pizza.
The bond lit up like a Christmas tree.
Five separate, simultaneous waves of greasy cheese and shame hit the link at once.
Khepri’s mental voice was the first to cut through, deeply judgmental. You’re judging me for pineapple on pizza but you’re eating it cold with your fingers at two in the morning.
Cass nearly choked. I didn’t know you were awake!
I am now, Khepri shot back. And I can taste the regret. It’s… surprisingly cheesy.
From somewhere down the hall, Kiran’s sleepy, amused voice drifted across the link. Cold pizza is valid. Let him live.
Roan didn’t even open his eyes from where he was pretending to sleep in their bed. His mental voice was dry. If you get grease on the sheets, you’re doing the laundry.
Cass took another defiant bite of cold pizza, sauce and cheese stretching between his teeth.
Worth it. He sent mentally to Kiran.
The Tail Video
Kiran was scrolling on his phone in bed one evening when he stumbled across it.
A video. A pretty red fox, bent over, someone gripping his tail and pulling while they fucked him from behind. The sound the fox made when his tail was yanked was… really something.
The spike of arousal that shot through the link was immediate and unmistakable.
Cass, who had been half-asleep on the couch, suddenly sat bolt upright. “What the fuck was that?”
Zariel, from the kitchen, made a low, interested sound.
Khepri’s ears perked up from where he was reading. “Did someone just get really into something?”
Kiran didn’t even try to hide it. He just sent the mental image, the grip on the tail, the sharp tug, the helpless little sound, straight into the group chat.
There was a beat of silence.
Then Roan’s voice, amused and warm: Kiran. You know that’s okay, right?
Kiran’s ears burned, but he was grinning. It’s cute?
It’s very cute, Cass agreed, laughing softly across the link. Tail pulling is adorable. You don't have to hide it... I think...
Zariel’s mental voice rumbled through, low and fond. If you ever want someone to pull on it for real, you know where to find us.
Kiran buried his face in his pillow, tail wagging so hard it thumped against the mattress.
You guys are the worst. I love you.
Nobody pulls the Alpha's tail, got it? Roan shot through the psychic link.
The Wet Dream
Cass had the dream on a Tuesday afternoon.
He’d only meant to take a short nap on the couch. Instead, he dreamed of being between Roan and Zariel, really between them. Roan’s knot stretching him open from one side, Zariel’s thick cock pushing in from the other. The overwhelming fullness.The way they moved together. The way they held him between them like he belonged there.
He woke up with a gasp, cock throbbing, and a very obvious wet spot on the front of his shorts.
The link exploded.
Kiran’s voice hit first, gleeful and way too awake. OH MY GOD. CASS. YOU WHORE.
Khepri made a strangled sound from somewhere in the house. I felt that. I felt both of them.
Zariel’s mental voice was rough. …Noted.
Roan, who had been in the middle of a meeting with resistance contacts in the other room, went completely silent across the link for three full seconds.
Then his voice came through, dry as dust: Cass. You are never allowed to nap again.
Cass covered his face with both paws, mortified and still half-hard. It was an accident!
Your subconscious is a menace, Kiran informed him cheerfully. We’re never letting you live this down.
From the other room, they could all feel Roan’s quiet, deeply fond exasperation.
…We’ll talk about it later, Roan said, and even mentally they could hear the smile in it.
"I mean... we don't need to go into detail on my dreams..."
"Too late," Kiran said.
The Grocery Store Incident
It happened in the cereal aisle.
Cass was reaching for a box of something sugary when the bond surged. A sudden, overwhelming sensation of being fucked, deep, steady, Khepri’s rhythm, slammed into him so hard he dropped the entire carton of eggs he’d been holding.
They hit the floor with a wet, tragic splat.
An older human woman two feet away gasped in horror.
Cass stood there, staring at the mess, face burning, while across the link he could feel Kiran fucking Khepri senseless back at the pack house. He could feel every thrust. Every moan. The way Khepri’s hole clenched around Kiran’s knot.
Khepri’s mental voice was breathless and apologetic. Sorry. Sorry. We thought you were still at the house
We are never having sex while anyone is running errands again, Roan said from somewhere else in the store, sounding deeply tired.
Cass looked down at the broken eggs, then at the horrified human staring at him like he’d lost his mind. Then at the tent in his shorts. Oh...
“…I’m so sorry,” he said out loud. “I just… remembered something really intense.”
The woman slowly backed away.
Cass sighed and pulled out his phone to text the group chat (the actual one).
Cass: We need shields. Immediately. Before someone gets arrested for public indecency via psychic dick.
Learning to Shield
It took them most of an afternoon.
They sat in a circle on the living room floor like they were in some kind of extremely horny meditation circle. Roan guided them through it, patient but clearly just as desperate for privacy as the rest of them.
It was… messy.
Mental doors slammed shut too hard. Accidental oversharing happened constantly. At one point Kiran got distracted and accidentally broadcast an extremely detailed fantasy involving the entire pack, a bowl of whipped cream, and someone’s tail.
Khepri made a sound like a dying teakettle.
Zariel just closed his eyes and muttered, “I’m too old for this.”
But slowly, they figured it out. And the revelation came because of Cass and Zariel.
Cass had been studying the link, and noticing, of course, that the PROSTATE plays a key role somehow. "No, I'm not obsessed with prostates, chill, this is legit."
"I think it is," Zariel suddenly said. "I met some of the resistence members and we had a long chat about void magic, which clearly... Cass has inside him, and this connection seems to be void powered. One of the resistance members, a leopard named Lir, had a void mark on his cheek, glowing like Cass' eyes. He said the magic of the void is very sexual in nature, and the prostate plays a key role. In fact he told me, no prostate... no void power."
Everyone agreed they felt something, a heat, a tingle, in their magic button behind their taint, whenever they tried to force the link to close. They soon tried mentally accessing their prostate, and found that when they did they could command the psychic link!
A soft mental “curtain.” Something each of them could raise or lower at will. The bond was still there, warm, steady, always reachable if they wanted it, but now it was a choice.
When the last shield finally clicked into place, silence fell.
Blessed, hilarious, beautiful silence.
Cass was the first to test it.
He dropped his shield just long enough to send one crystal-clear thought across the link:
Love you idiots.
Five shields dropped in perfect unison.
The answering flood of affection hit so hard and so fast that Cass actually felt the windows rattle in their frames. Warmth. Amusement. Fondness. Love, so much love it was almost overwhelming. Five hearts, all tangled together, choosing each other over and over again.
They laughed until they cried.
Then they curled up together on the couch in a big, ridiculous pile, shields gently lowered to a fraction, just enough to feel the steady thrum of each other. Not broadcasting. Not hiding. Just there.
The war was still coming.
Nox’Thar was still out there.
But for now, they had quiet.
They had choice.
And they had each other; exactly as much, or as little, as they wanted.
Author's note:
@Mark Mortland - Hey man! I saw someone else doing this in author's notes. I'll reply to you in the chapters. Did you read the last one? I released it pretty quick and it's a short but important chapter. Have a good one.
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