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of Idel is a necklace so named for the jewel set in it. Those who wear it enter into a compact with Idel, a djinn who exists to serve his master's needs. Accepting the compact means that the necklace remains irrevocably around the owner's neck, removable only upon death.\n\nYoung Corey is the latest possessor of the Eye of Idel. It's already caused considerable upheaval in his life, although he's made use of Idel's myriad abilities for the benefit of all. However, he's soon to learn that his compact with Idel can lead to unexpected things...\n\n\nThis is what happens when I try to write non-consensual sex in stories.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The Eye of Idel is a necklace so named for the jewel set in it.  Those who wear it enter into a compact with Idel, a djinn who exists to serve his master's needs.  Accepting the compact means that the necklace remains irrevocably around the owner's neck, removable only upon death.

Young Corey is the latest possessor of the Eye of Idel.  It's already caused considerable upheaval in his life, although he's made use of Idel's myriad abilities for the benefit of all.  However, he's soon to learn that his compact with Idel can lead to unexpected things...


This is what happens when I try to write non-consensual sex in stories.", "writing": "Corey shouldn't have broken from cover, but he did. He could see Rust using his power to weaken the support on the bridge. Idel already had his hands full with one broken support already. Patriot and Hotter were subduing Rust's teammates, while Wrench and the others helped to evacuate bystanders. Who else could help?\n\nThe rabbit ran at the villain. Some heroes might charge in with a battle cry. Not Corey. He didn't have any powers, strictly speaking. He had Idel. But with the jackal occupied, he was just an average, brown rabbit, and a young one at that. So he slammed his shoulder hard as he could against the wolf, all the while hoping surprise would tip the scales in his favor.\n\nNothing. Rust didn't even rock on his feet. Not surprising, since he had many pounds of muscle more than Corey and stood more than a head taller. The wolf turned his head, lifted a paw to slap the stunned rabbit away, but then he recognized Corey. [i]“You.”[/i] He grabbed Corey by the jacket collar. “I remember you. That genie's new keeper.”\n\n“Let go!” Corey aimed a kick at the wolf, but the man kept Corey at arm's length, so even his large foot missed.\n\n“All I need to do is take care of you, and that'll take out your pet too, won't it?” asked Rust. He took his paw off the girdle he had been warping. “Save me a little time. Did you know your blood contains iron?” He began to bring his other paw around to grip at Corey. “Brace yourself. This is gonna hurt a lot.”\n\nCorey winced in anticipation. He might die. He could feel, through the amulet bound around his neck, that the jackal was prepared to release the strut and snatch Corey away from Rust. \n\nBut he couldn't let Idel do that. “Don't!” He shouted. “You let go, and everyone dies!” He could've just communicated through the amulet with Idel, but he hadn't mastered that yet in the months since accepting the compact with Idel. Not enough to manage under pressure, at least. He looked away from Rust's grinning face as he made a desperate, futile attempt to pull away.\n\nAnd then, he felt himself knocked back. He hit his head against a concrete divider. It [i]hurt.[/i] But Rust had been knocked back as well, and out. Any knock on the head was worth that.\n\nA hand reached down for Corey's, hauled him to his feet. Corey looked up and into the face of Wrench, his teammate. The two had a lot in common. Like their age. Wrench's mane had only just begun to grow out, still awkwardly young in a profession where few grew to old age. And like Corey, Wrench had no powers, save for his inventions.\n\nBut Wrench had joined up two years ago, a child prodigy. He had experience, and unlike Corey, knew how to hold his own in a fight. “Sorry about that. Concussion grenade was the best option. He'll be out for a while.” The lion's brow furrowed. “What'd Patriot say about hanging back? You could've been killed.”\n\n“Sorry,” mumbled Corey. “I thought—“\n\n“No, you didn't.” Wrench's expression softened. “Look, you've been doing great in fight training, but you're not ready for risks like that. I was already getting in position to take out Rust.” He squeezed the rabbit's hand. “Put a little trust in your team, okay?” \n\n“Yeah. You're right. I'll hang back next time.” Around them, the sounds of the fight had died out; another win for their side. “Thanks, Wrench.”\n\n“You're welcome.” Wrench smiled at Corey. “Uh, can I have my hand back?”\n\nCorey's face heated up, and he snatched his paw back from Wrench's. “Yeah. Sorry. Sorry.” He looked away from Wrench. “I'll just be—“ He didn't finish his sentence. He couldn't think of an excuse. \n\nHe just put some distance between Wrench and himself. How could he have done that? The pastor in his church—his old church, he amended—had harsh words for those sorts of boys. They'd turned him away because of Idel, even though he couldn't take off Idel's necklace. But he could at least say he did good with Idel's help. What could he say about how he'd come to feel for Wrench?\n\nBut then the police moved in to secure the defeated criminals and help with the cleanup, and the whole team had too much to do for Corey to let himself get distracted further.\n\n\n“Again.” Patriot made for a tough taskmaster. He'd dressed down Corey back at the base for his recklessness, not just in today's fight, but for the last several weeks. And then, Patriot being Patriot, he drilled Corey on takedowns for larger opponents. Idel, as always, was near Corey, but the jackal refused to strike Corey even for the purposes of demonstration. So Wrench offered to help.\n\nCorey made another attempt to throw Wrench. Each touch reminded him of the feel of Wrench's warm hand in his, earlier. And why did the lion have to spar without a shirt on? \n\nAn hour into practice, Wrench easily flipped the distracted rabbit five tries out of five. “I think you're actually getting worse. Need a break?”\nCorey looked away from the lion as he lay there on his back. What could he say? \n\nThankfully, Patriot spoke up when Corey could not. “That's a good idea. Rest up. You're off-duty tomorrow. Have your schoolwork completed by day's end,” Patriot said. He left the gym, mind already on other things.\n\nCorey stood to leave, but started when Wrench threw his arm over his shoulders. He glanced at the lion, body growing tense.\n\n“You got a little weak at the end, but you're better than when you first joined up. Better than when I first joined, too,” said Wrench. The lion's paw came down on the brown fur between Corey's ears and ruffled, a friendly smile on his face. “You'll get better.”\n\n“Thanks.” Corey felt that now-familiar warmth in his face, and disentangled himself from Wrench's companionable embrace. “I better get to bed.” \n\nAs he walked away, Idel turned his head towards Wrench from where he'd observed the practice. “We'll see you tomorrow,” he told the lion.\n\nCorey jerked his head towards the jackal, just as he winked out of sight to—well, to wherever he went when he winked out of sight. \n\n“First time he's talked to me outside a fight,” said Wrench. \n\nFirst time Corey had heard it, too. “I guess. Look, I'll see you around.” Tomorrow, Corey thought. He'd planned to avoid Wrench as much as possible tomorrow, but Idel had changed that. He hurried out of the gym to his room. There he'd be left alone. The good thing about the team is they respected private spaces. He hit the showers first, rinsing away sweat and shame with cold water.\n\nCorey felt worried, though, as he changed into a t-shirt and briefs for bed. He started to think that he wouldn't fit in on this team, not with how he reacted to Wrench. Why did it even happen? It's not like he [i]wanted[/i] to feel that way.\n\nBefore bed came prayers, as always. Corey prayed first for those hurt earlier, and then he did the same for the people he fought today, in hopes that they'd find some sort of peace. And finally, guiltily, he said one for himself, in the hopes that Pastor Willis would forgive him for continuing to work with Idel. The months since he'd lost both parents and the support of his church had been lonely ones, until the last month under Patriot's leadership.\n\nHe fell asleep with uneasy thoughts about his teammate and awoke to a paw on his shoulder. Eyes snapped open and he rolled over, eyes shining in the darkness. “Idel? An emergency already?” He awoke instantly. Heavy sleepers weren't safe sleepers.\n\n“An emergency. Yes, but yours alone,” Idel murmured. He stroked Corey's ear with fingers that were too warm to belong to a normal person.\n\nCorey looked at Idel, confusion plain on his face, and he shifted uneasily in his bed. Idel never touched him unless it was necessary. Why did he caress him like that now? And where the jackal usually wore at least a wrap around his waist, there hung nothing. Idel stood over him, naked and erect, the jackal's shaft pointing accusingly at the bunny, its dark color conspicuous even in the unlit room. \n\nIdel lets his fingers trail downwards, until they traced along Corey's necklace. “I serve your need,” he murmured, in response to the unspoken question. “You've been thinking of your friend.”\n\nCorey frowned. “I thought you couldn't look into my mind uninvited,” he said. \n\n“And I didn't.” Idel's paw dropped and drew the sheets downwards. “But your need has been made clear. I cannot betray the compact any less than you can remove the necklace.”\n\n“Idel, what are you doing? Stop that.” Corey pushed away Idel's paw as it drew up on the rabbit's shirt, exposing the boy's soft stomach. \n\nInsistently, Idel's paw returned, fingers pressing on Corey's stomach, his wrist preventing the return of the cotton hem as the boy tried to pull it back down. “No.” The jackal's lips curled upwards in a smile. \n\n“Why are you smiling? This joke isn't funny.” Corey struggled, tried to wriggle further back on his bed, only to be stopped by his headboard. Wide eyes stared at Idel as his stomach tensed and sucked in, trying to escape that touch. \n\nThen Idel's hand swept along his body, from his stomach upwards. The jackal's palm never quite pressed down, instead teasing the tips of the fine hairs that made up Corey's pelt. “It's not funny. But still, this will be more enjoyable for me than my typical duties.”\n\nCorey closed his eyes. If anything, he felt more aware of the light touches than he would have a heavy one. He could feel the way his fur shifted against his skin. It felt far too good.\n\nIdel used Corey's distraction to pull the boy's shirt away, lifting the rabbit's arms with care. The shirt he tossed aside, almost with disdain, and then his fingers returned to Corey's body, brushing a nipple with first, his fingerpad, then the tip of a claw. \n\nCorey's eyes opened and he found himself staring as his nipples crinkled into tight nubs under Idel's touch. He saw Idel's satisfied smile again, and he wished he'd kept them closed. Worse, when he looked away from Idel's face, there was the jackal's cock to see, stiff and pointing directly at him.\n\nAnd then, those strong fingers brushed against Corey's waistband, hooked under the elastic of the bunny's briefs. They pulled up and away, and the jackal's shining eyes glanced downwards. “Hard already?” Idel laved his tongue along the side of the rabbit's neck. “You're easy to seduce.”\n\n“I don't want—“ Corey began.\n\nIdel silenced Corey with a press of lips to his. The jackal's tongue snaked out and drew across the bunny's soft lips. Only after the teen opened his mouth to allow the slick muscle inside did he withdraw the kiss. “I am not here to provide for your wants, but for your needs,” Idel said, as deft fingers found Corey's erection and began to caress. “Shall I tell you what those are?”\n\nCorey shook his head in mute denial, but his body betrayed him and arched upwards from the bed towards Idel.\n\nThe jackal laughed softly. “You see? You're afraid, but you want this.” That too-hot hand closed around Corey, stroked the youth with soft pads. “Your fear is the key,” he murmured. “You're becoming reckless, ready to hurt yourself because you're afraid of who you are.” \n\nWhat could Corey say to that? The compact linked him to Idel irrevocably, and he could feel the truth of the jackal's words. “I'm not...I can't be. It isn't right.”\n\n“You were told that your compact with me wasn't right,” murmured Idel. “And you've already used me to do good.” The jackal pressed another kiss to Corey's lips. “ You can't deny this any more than you can deny me. I'll protect your life, even from yourself.”\n\n“I wouldn't.”\n\n“Your need made your intentions clear to me. And I won't allow it.” Idel's motions sped up, and although he used his weight to keep Corey pinned down and in his grip, the hand on the bunny's cock, a hand that could hold up a bridge, remained gentle, massaging and tugging with careful skill. “Would you have me lose another petitioner so soon?” The hand on Corey briefly tightened.\n\nCorey's struggles ceased, for a moment. The ache of losing his own parents still felt raw most days, three months removed from the incident. He forgot that Idel had someone to mourn, as well. “Idel, I'm sorry,” he whispered. For a moment, the gemstone on his necklace flared bright, as he felt the jackal's fear.\n\nBut Idel didn't let Corey dwell on those feelings for long. Arms closed around those strong lapine hips. As he did this, the jackal drew his legs onto Corey's bed, hips by the rabbit's head. And then, he grasped the boy's erection anew, masturbating with rapid strokes in a loosely held fist.\n\nSo close to his him, Corey could even detect Idel's scent. The jackal smelled of exotic spices and desert sands and so strongly of male. He stared, fascinated and terrified, at Idel's own erection, inches from his face. Corey's own smaller shaft twitched, and he felt his face heat up.\n\n“You see?” whispered Idel. “Your body knows the truth of it. You need this, and perhaps someday, you'll want it. Perhaps with a certain lion friend of yours.” \n\n“I couldn't, he's...” Corey trailed off. In his head, he could picture those tawny arms around his body, holding him as Idel held him, stroking him as—and that became too much to imagine, body spasming as his sticky release spattered against his stomach and over Idel's fingers. \n\nFor a time, Idel remained quiet, stroking along Corey's hip while quietly lapping his paw clean. Then, he relaxed his hold on the boy, allowing his body to rest against the bed.\n\nCorey looked up, still slightly dazed from his climax. But Idel didn't go away. The jackal straddled the boy's slender chest, dark flesh jutting out towards Corey's nose. He could see the glisten of precum on Idel's cockhead. His eyes went wide. “You're not going to—“ His protests faded to a squeak as the Idel's tongue laved along his still-stiff length, almost oversensitive after his climax.\n\nThe jackal slipped his tongue back into his maw. “I am.” Idel eased his hips forward, resting his arousal against Corey's cheek, so the rabbit couldn't help but be focused on it. “We have a lot to do tonight.” He stroked gentle fingers behind Corey's balls, further back, until they found the boy's pucker, caressing the twitching muscle tenderly. “I'm looking forward to having a partner to educate again. It's been too long.” \n\n“Please,” Corey whispered. And even he didn't know anymore if he was asking the jackal to stop, or for something else.\n\nBut even as he spoke, Idel angled himself so his dark cockhead smeared slick fluid over the rabbit's lips. Corey licked, tasted, even as he felt Idel's tongue again. A soft whimper built in the rabbit's throat, so many emotions entangled in that sound.\n\n“Shh. I know,” Idel murmured. Again, that finger touched Corey, so careful, so inviting. \n\nAnd Corey knew as well. He could feel the pull of the necklace he wore. Through Idel, he could feel his own need reflected. And he responded, with a soft tongue that made the jackal, for the first time that night, moan. \n\n“That's it, Corey. Let me teach you,” Idel murmured. \n\nCorey's education lasted well into the night.\n\n\nCorey found Wrench in the garage, making adjustments to a piece of machinery. At first he just looked at the bent-over lion in silence. The sight of Wrench's butt, hugged by blue jeans, made his stomach go taut. But he didn't look away as he had in the past, wouldn't. He'd promised Idel after—he pushed the thought away and cleared his throat. \n\nWrench stood, paws smoothing his mussed start of a mane into place. “Corey, hey.” He noticed the look on the rabbit's face and turned around, smile faded to a look of concern. “You okay? You look awful.” His paw reached out, fingers brushing against Corey's scalp. “I didn't knock your head too hard yesterday, did I?”\n\nCorey shook his head. His tongue felt like cotton in his muzzle. Facing Rust's violence had seemed easy compared to this. But still, he reached up, closed his fingers over the ones tenderly touching his fur. “No, that's not it, Wrench. I have something to tell you.”\n\n \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Corey shouldn't have broken from cover, but he did.  He could see Rust using his power to weaken the support on the bridge.  Idel already had his hands full with one broken support already.    Patriot and Hotter were subduing Rust's teammates, while Wrench and the others helped to evacuate bystanders.  Who else could help?

The rabbit ran at the villain.  Some heroes might charge in with a battle cry.  Not Corey.  He didn't have any powers, strictly speaking.  He had Idel.  But with the jackal occupied, he was just an average, brown rabbit, and a young one at that.  So he slammed his shoulder hard as he could against the wolf, all the while hoping surprise would tip the scales in his favor.

Nothing.  Rust didn't even rock on his feet.  Not surprising, since he had many pounds of muscle more than Corey and stood more than a head taller.  The wolf turned his head, lifted a paw to slap the stunned rabbit away, but then he recognized Corey.  “You.”  He grabbed Corey by the jacket collar.    “I remember you.  That genie's new keeper.”

“Let go!”  Corey aimed a kick at the wolf, but the man kept Corey at arm's length, so even his large foot missed.

“All I need to do is take care of you, and that'll take out your pet too, won't it?” asked Rust.  He took his paw off the girdle he had been warping.  “Save me a little time.  Did you know your blood contains iron?”  He began to bring his other paw around to grip at Corey.  “Brace yourself.  This is gonna hurt a lot.”

Corey winced in anticipation.  He might die.  He could feel, through the amulet bound around his neck, that the jackal was prepared to release the strut and snatch Corey away from Rust.  

But he couldn't let Idel do that. “Don't!” He shouted.  “You let go, and everyone dies!”  He could've just communicated through the amulet with Idel, but he hadn't mastered that yet in the months since accepting the compact with Idel.  Not enough to manage under pressure, at least.  He looked away from Rust's grinning face as he made a desperate, futile attempt to pull away.

And then, he felt himself knocked back.  He hit his head against a concrete divider.  It hurt.  But Rust had been knocked back as well, and out.  Any knock on the head was worth that.

A hand reached down for Corey's, hauled him to his feet.  Corey looked up and into the face of Wrench, his teammate.  The two had a lot in common.  Like their age.  Wrench's mane had only just begun to grow out, still awkwardly young in a profession where few grew to old age.  And like Corey, Wrench had no powers, save for his inventions.

But Wrench had joined up two years ago, a child prodigy.  He had experience, and unlike Corey, knew how to hold his own in a fight.  “Sorry about that.  Concussion grenade was the best option.  He'll be out for a while.”  The lion's brow furrowed.  “What'd Patriot say about hanging back?  You could've been killed.”

“Sorry,” mumbled Corey.  “I thought—“

“No, you didn't.”  Wrench's expression softened.  “Look, you've been doing great in fight training, but you're not ready for risks like that.  I was already getting in position to take out Rust.”  He squeezed the rabbit's hand.  “Put a little trust in your team, okay?”  

“Yeah. You're right.  I'll hang back next time.”  Around them, the sounds of the fight had died out; another win for their side.  “Thanks, Wrench.”

“You're welcome.”  Wrench smiled at Corey.  “Uh, can I have my hand back?”

Corey's face heated up, and he snatched his paw back from Wrench's.  “Yeah.  Sorry.  Sorry.”  He looked away from Wrench.  “I'll just be—“  He didn't finish his sentence.  He couldn't think of an excuse.  

He just put some distance between Wrench and himself.  How could he have done that?  The pastor in his church—his old church, he amended—had harsh words for those sorts of boys.  They'd turned him away because of Idel, even though he couldn't take off Idel's necklace.  But he could at least say he did good with Idel's help.  What could he say about how he'd come to feel for Wrench?

But then the police moved in to secure the defeated criminals and help with the cleanup, and the whole team had too much to do for Corey to let himself get distracted further.


“Again.”  Patriot made for a tough taskmaster.  He'd dressed down Corey back at the base for his recklessness, not just in today's fight, but for the last several weeks.  And then, Patriot being Patriot, he drilled Corey on takedowns for larger opponents.  Idel, as always, was near Corey, but the jackal refused to strike Corey even for the purposes of demonstration.  So Wrench offered to help.

Corey made another attempt to throw Wrench.  Each touch reminded him of the feel of Wrench's warm hand in his, earlier.  And why did the lion have to spar without a shirt on?  

An hour into practice, Wrench easily flipped the distracted rabbit five tries out of five.  “I think you're actually getting worse.  Need a break?”
Corey looked away from the lion as he lay there on his back.  What could he say?  

Thankfully, Patriot spoke up when Corey could not.  “That's a good idea.  Rest up.  You're off-duty tomorrow.  Have your schoolwork completed by day's end,” Patriot said.  He left the gym, mind already on other things.

Corey stood to leave, but started when Wrench threw his arm over his shoulders.  He glanced at the lion, body growing tense.

“You got a little weak at the end, but you're better than when you first joined up.  Better than when I first joined, too,” said Wrench.  The lion's paw came down on the brown fur between Corey's ears and ruffled, a friendly smile on his face.  “You'll get better.”

“Thanks.”  Corey felt that now-familiar warmth in his face, and disentangled himself from Wrench's companionable embrace.  “I better get to bed.”  

As he walked away, Idel turned his head towards Wrench from where he'd observed the practice.  “We'll see you tomorrow,” he told the lion.

Corey jerked his head towards the jackal, just as he winked out of sight to—well, to wherever he went when he winked out of sight.  

“First time he's talked to me outside a fight,” said Wrench.  

First time Corey had heard it, too.  “I guess.  Look, I'll see you around.”  Tomorrow, Corey thought.  He'd planned to avoid Wrench as much as possible tomorrow, but Idel had changed that.  He hurried out of the gym to his room.  There he'd be left alone.  The good thing about the team is they respected private spaces.  He hit the showers first, rinsing away sweat and shame with cold water.

Corey felt worried, though, as he changed into a t-shirt and briefs for bed.  He started to think that he wouldn't fit in on this team, not with how he reacted to Wrench.  Why did it even happen?  It's not like he wanted to feel that way.

Before bed came prayers, as always.  Corey prayed first for those hurt earlier, and then he did the same for the people he fought today, in hopes that they'd find some sort of peace.  And finally, guiltily, he said one for himself, in the hopes that Pastor Willis would forgive him for continuing to work with Idel.  The months since he'd lost both parents and the support of his church had been lonely ones, until the last month under Patriot's leadership.

He fell asleep with uneasy thoughts about his teammate and awoke to a paw on his shoulder.  Eyes snapped open and he rolled over, eyes shining in the darkness.  “Idel?  An emergency already?”  He awoke instantly.  Heavy sleepers weren't safe sleepers.

“An emergency.  Yes, but yours alone,” Idel murmured.  He stroked Corey's ear with fingers that were too warm to belong to a normal person.

Corey looked at Idel, confusion plain on his face, and he shifted uneasily in his bed.  Idel never touched him unless it was necessary.  Why did he caress him like that now?  And where the jackal usually wore at least a wrap around his waist, there hung nothing.  Idel stood over him, naked and erect, the jackal's shaft pointing accusingly at the bunny, its dark color conspicuous even in the unlit room.

Idel lets his fingers trail downwards, until they traced along Corey's necklace.  “I serve your need,” he murmured, in response to the unspoken question.  “You've been thinking of your friend.”

Corey frowned.  “I thought you couldn't look into my mind uninvited,” he said.  

“And I didn't.”  Idel's paw dropped and drew the sheets downwards.  “But your need has been made clear.  I cannot betray the compact any less than you can remove the necklace.”

“Idel, what are you doing?  Stop that.”  Corey pushed away Idel's paw as it drew up on the rabbit's shirt, exposing the boy's soft stomach.  

Insistently, Idel's paw returned, fingers pressing on Corey's stomach, his wrist preventing the return of the cotton hem as the boy tried to pull it back down.  “No.”  The jackal's lips curled upwards in a smile.  

“Why are you smiling?  This joke isn't funny.”  Corey struggled, tried to wriggle further back on his bed, only to be stopped by his headboard.  Wide eyes stared at Idel as his stomach tensed and sucked in, trying to escape that touch.  

Then Idel's hand swept along his body, from his stomach upwards.  The jackal's palm never quite pressed down, instead teasing the tips of the fine hairs that made up Corey's pelt.  “It's not funny.  But still, this will be more enjoyable for me than my typical duties.”

Corey closed his eyes.  If anything, he felt more aware of the light touches than he would have a heavy one.  He could feel the way his fur shifted against his skin.  It felt far too good.

Idel used Corey's distraction to pull the boy's shirt away, lifting the rabbit's arms with care.  The shirt he tossed aside, almost with disdain, and then his fingers returned to Corey's body, brushing a nipple with first, his fingerpad, then the tip of a claw.  

Corey's eyes opened and he found himself staring as his nipples crinkled into tight nubs under Idel's touch.  He saw Idel's satisfied smile again, and he wished he'd kept them closed.  Worse, when he looked away from Idel's face, there was the jackal's cock to see, stiff and pointing directly at him.

And then, those strong fingers brushed against Corey's waistband, hooked under the elastic of the bunny's briefs.  They pulled up and away, and the jackal's shining eyes glanced downwards.  “Hard already?”  Idel laved his tongue along the side of the rabbit's neck.  “You're easy to seduce.”

“I don't want—“  Corey began.

Idel silenced Corey with a press of lips to his.  The jackal's tongue snaked out and drew across the bunny's soft lips.  Only after the teen opened his mouth to allow the slick muscle inside did he withdraw the kiss.  “I am not here to provide for your wants, but for your needs,” Idel said, as deft fingers found Corey's erection and began to caress.  “Shall I tell you what those are?”

Corey shook his head in mute denial, but his body betrayed him and arched upwards from the bed towards Idel.

The jackal laughed softly.  “You see?  You're afraid, but you want this.”  That too-hot hand closed around Corey, stroked the youth with soft pads.  “Your fear is the key,” he murmured.  “You're becoming reckless, ready to hurt yourself because you're afraid of who you are.”

What could Corey say to that?  The compact linked him to Idel irrevocably, and he could feel the truth of the jackal's words.  “I'm not...I can't be.  It isn't right.”

“You were told that your compact with me wasn't right,” murmured Idel.  “And you've already used me to do good.”  The jackal pressed another kiss to Corey's lips.  “  You can't deny this any more than you can deny me.  I'll protect your life, even from yourself.”

“I wouldn't.”

“Your need made your intentions clear to me.  And I won't allow it.”  Idel's motions sped up, and although he used his weight to keep Corey pinned down and in his grip, the hand on the bunny's cock, a hand that could hold up a bridge, remained gentle, massaging and tugging with careful skill.  “Would you have me lose another petitioner so soon?”  The hand on Corey briefly tightened.

Corey's struggles ceased, for a moment.  The ache of losing his own parents still felt raw most days, three months removed from the incident.  He forgot that Idel had someone to mourn, as well.  “Idel, I'm sorry,” he whispered.  For a moment, the gemstone on his necklace flared bright, as he felt the jackal's fear.

But Idel didn't let Corey dwell on those feelings for long.  Arms closed around those strong lapine hips.  As he did this, the jackal drew his legs onto Corey's bed, hips by the rabbit's head.  And then, he grasped the boy's erection anew, masturbating with rapid strokes in a loosely held fist.

So close to his him, Corey could even detect Idel's scent.  The jackal smelled of exotic spices and desert sands and so strongly of male.  He stared, fascinated and terrified, at Idel's own erection, inches from his face.  Corey's own smaller shaft twitched, and he felt his face heat up.

“You see?” whispered Idel.  “Your body knows the truth of it.  You need this, and perhaps someday, you'll want it.  Perhaps with a certain lion friend of yours.”

“I couldn't, he's...”  Corey trailed off.  In his head, he could picture those tawny arms around his body, holding him as Idel held him, stroking him as—and that became too much to imagine, body spasming as his sticky release spattered against his stomach and over Idel's fingers.  

For a time, Idel remained quiet, stroking along Corey's hip while quietly lapping his paw clean.  Then, he relaxed his hold on the boy, allowing his body to rest against the bed.

Corey looked up, still slightly dazed from his climax.  But Idel didn't go away.  The jackal straddled the boy's slender chest, dark flesh jutting out towards Corey's nose.  He could see the glisten of precum on Idel's cockhead.  His eyes went wide.  “You're not going to—“  His protests faded to a squeak as the Idel's tongue laved along his still-stiff length, almost oversensitive after his climax.

The jackal slipped his tongue back into his maw.  “I am.”  Idel eased his hips forward, resting his arousal against Corey's cheek, so the rabbit couldn't help but be focused on it.  “We have a lot to do tonight.”  He stroked gentle fingers behind Corey's balls, further back, until they found the boy's pucker, caressing the twitching muscle tenderly.  “I'm looking forward to having a partner to educate again.  It's been too long.”  

“Please,” Corey whispered.  And even he didn't know anymore if he was asking the jackal to stop, or for something else.

But even as he spoke, Idel angled himself so his dark cockhead smeared slick fluid over the rabbit's lips.  Corey licked, tasted, even as he felt Idel's tongue again.  A soft whimper built in the rabbit's throat, so many emotions entangled in that sound.

“Shh.  I know,” Idel murmured.  Again, that finger touched Corey, so careful, so inviting.

And Corey knew as well.  He could feel the pull of the necklace he wore.  Through Idel, he could feel his own need reflected.  And he responded, with a soft tongue that made the jackal, for the first time that night, moan.

“That's it, Corey.  Let me teach you,” Idel murmured.  

Corey's education lasted well into the night.


Corey found Wrench in the garage, making adjustments to a piece of machinery.  At first he just looked at the bent-over lion in silence.  The sight of Wrench's butt, hugged by blue jeans, made his stomach go taut.  But he didn't look away as he had in the past, wouldn't.  He'd promised Idel after—he pushed the thought away and cleared his throat.  

Wrench stood, paws smoothing his mussed start of a mane into place.  “Corey, hey.”  He noticed the look on the rabbit's face and turned around, smile faded to a look of concern.  “You okay?  You look awful.” His paw reached out, fingers brushing against Corey's scalp. “I didn't knock your head too hard yesterday, did I?”

Corey shook his head.  His tongue felt like cotton in his muzzle.  Facing Rust's violence had seemed easy compared to this.  But still, he reached up, closed his fingers over the ones tenderly touching his fur.  “No, that's not it, Wrench.  I have something to tell you.”

 
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